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mkirros
08-19-2008, 09:39 AM
Here's a new one. As usual, feedback is appreciated; I'm still pretty new at this writing bit.

This one's set up as Part 1, I'll do more if there's interest.
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“Dad, hurry up, we're going to be late.” I could hear Tamara from the other end of the apartment. I really didn't feel like being in any hurry to get ready and go. We were headed for one of those “Have your friends over, get them to buy cheap shit and get free cheap shit for yourself” parties. I wasn't even sure what it was that was being sold at this one. The hostess' daughter, Kelly, was a friend of Tamara's, and Kelly had asked Tamara to go. With the perversity of youth, Tamara had insisted that her mother and I go, too.

I walked into the living room, where Mary and Tamara were waiting. Mary, my wife, was 35, five years younger than I was, but looked 15 years older. She'd been drinking a lot lately, and there didn't seem to be anything I could do about it. I'd have walked out, but I wasn't going to leave Tamara with her. Our daughter was 16, although she looked younger because she was small, only about 5'2”, and slim. She had long blond hair, and an was absolutely gorgeous, if a father can be permitted some pride in his child.

When we arrived, Kelly, Tamara's friend, answered the door. She was Tamara's age, but a bigger girl; about my height (which isn't saying that much, I'm only 5'6”) with shoulder-length, dirty-blond hair, gray eyes, and a great body – nice-size round boobs, slim waist, and flaring hips leading to a round ass. She was wearing a white peasant blouse (they were making a comeback again), with jeans and sandals. “Hi Michael, Mary.” She was just about the only one who ever called me “Michael” instead of Mike. As we walked in, I felt Kelly's had brush against mine. It had to be an accident, but that didn't matter – it was all I needed to bring my cock to attention. Honestly, it doesn't take much lately, with my wife spending more time with the bottle than with me, and Kelly is hot. All it meant, though, was that I was going to have to sit funny for the rest of the night, and I could add another fantasy to my catalog.

Kelly took us inside and introduced us to her mother, Sandy, who didn't look at all like Kelly. In her late thirties, Sandy was about the same size and build as Kelly, but had short dark hair and brown eyes, and was wearing wire-rimmed glasses. Kelly and Tamara wandered off to talk while Sandy greeted us with "Hi, nice to meet both of you. Kelly's told me a lot about you two. Come and meet the rest of the crowd. We're still waiting for the last couple of folks; would you like something to drink? I've got beer, wine, or soda."

"I'll have some wine," Mary said, which got her a nasty look from me. Of course, she didn't care, and it wouldn't matter much, she was already pretty well fried by then. Fortunately, she wasn't the kind who makes a big scene when she's been drinking. "Beer sounds good to me," I added. I don't drink much, but I figured a beer or two would make the evening go faster. We settled in as Sandy went to get our drinks. As I scanned the room, I noticed Tamara and Kelly over in the corner talking, giggling, and periodically looking over at us. I figured they were probably talking about Mary being smashed again. I know Tamara talked to Kelly about that, and Kelly regularly let Tamara know about her latest run-ins with her mother. Kelly had a boyfriend who was a bit wild for Sandy's taste, and according to Tamara there was a running battle between them about it.

Before long the rest of the guests showed up and things got started. The night was about as boring as I thought, but everything went smoothly. Mary remained pleasantly drunk and didn't say much, and even found a couple of things to buy (the product of the night turned out to be a variety of housewares). Sandy sold enough to make her happy. Tamara and Kelly managed to visit enough to keep from getting bored. The rest of the faceless horde that attended seemed to be pleased with the proceedings. And I managed to stay awake. The only odd thing was that both Sandy and Kelly seemed to spend a lot of time looking at me. I wrote it off as my imagination. The lack of attention from my wife must really be starting to get to me; now I'm starting to hallucinate.

*****

The following Friday I was looking forward (if you can call it that) to a night at home alone. Mary was out of town for a few days, visiting relatives in the Bay Area. Considering the amount of attention I'd had from her recently, her being gone wasn't going to change my life much. Tamara was going out with friends after school, and had let me know in no uncertain terms that she wouldn't be back until very late, and might not be back until the next morning. Luckily, she's a smart kid, very mature for her age, and I trust her not to get into anything she wouldn't know how to handle. Not something I could say for most girls her age.

I had stopped to eat dinner, and was on the way home when I remembered that I needed to get some cigarettes. I pulled into the mini-mart across the street from our apartment complex, and as I got out of the car I heard a familiar voice, in a surprised tone. "Michael, how are you?" I turned and saw Kelly walking up behind me, looking hot as ever, wearing, as it turned out, the same peasant blouse and jeans she'd had on at the sales party. "Hey, Kelly, what's up?"

"Is Tamara at home?"

"No, she's out running around with some friends of hers. I'm on my own tonight." Not sure why I added that last part.

"Damn. I had another fight with my mother and wanted to come over and hang out with her until Mom calms down enough so I can go home." She looked desperate, more than I would have expected in the situation. Tamara had said that she tended to get carried away with things.

"Boyfriend's not available?" I knew she had one from what Tamara had told me.

"Asshole's available all right! He can stay available for all I care!" Kelly obviously had more on her mind than just a fight with her mother.

I know better. Really, I do. But I said it anyway. "You can over to my place to chill out for a while until it's cool for you to go home. Just because Tamara's not home doesn't mean you're not welcome."

"God, that would be so awesome, Michael. Thank you!"

"Hang on a minute while I run in and grab some smokes."

"Oh, could you get me some, too? I'm almost out, and lately they've been checking IDs, so I don't know if they'll sell them to me."

"Sure. Wait in the car, I'll be right back."

*****

When we got to the apartment, we settled in on the couch in front of the TV. I told Kelly to find something she wanted to watch. I don't watch a lot of TV and wasn't feeling too particular about what was on. She settled on something that looked like an off-the-wall stoner comedy on one of the movie channels.

Kelly suddenly asked, "Michael, do you mind I smoke a joint to relax?"

"Sure, go ahead." I wasn't surprised the Kelly would be a dope-smoker - Tamara had talked about her wild side. And I certainly don't care if someone gets high, although I tend to stay away from it myself these days.

Kelly pulled a large joint and a lighter out of her purse, and fired up. After taking a long hit, she offered the joint to me. "No thanks. I don't really do that any more."

"Oh come on, Michael, don't be a wuss. Besides, I don't like to get loaded by myself. It makes me paranoid, and I'm not a lot of fun when I'm like that."

I could certainly understand that attitude. Back in my days of regular dope smoking, I didn't like toking alone, either, and I was real familiar with the paranoia side of the Evil Weed. It was against my better judgment (there seemed to be a lot of that tonight), but the next time Kelly passed the joint I took it and sucked in a huge lung-full. I held it in as long as I could, then let the smoke go with a gasp, leaned back on the couch, and relaxed.

"Wow, Michael, that didn't look like you don't do that anymore. I thought you were never going to blow it out!"

"Some things you just never forget, my dear." I knew it was a little soon to actually be feeling any effects from the pot, but I was starting to relax. So was Kelly. We were both kind of slumped on the couch, almost close enough that our shoulders were touching.

After we'd each had a couple more hits off the joint, I saw Kelly licking her lips. I was well and truly stoned by now, and seeing Kelly's tongue flick over her lips struck me as being the single sexiest thing I'd ever witnessed. (Did I mention that I was absolutely wasted?) "Cottonmouth?" I asked her. "Yeah, could I get something to drink? Just water would be good." She then popped up off the couch and announced, "I gotta go pee." I admired her ass as she walked away toward the bathroom, and realized that I'd forgotten just exactly how horny smoking dope made me. As I felt my dick starting to rise, I almost wished that Kelly would get bored and leave, so I could head for the bathroom and take care of myself.

I got back to the couch with a bottle of water first and plopped back down where I'd been, putting the water on the table. When Kelly reappeared from the bathroom, she picked up the water and took big drink before sitting down, then slid back onto the couch...almost where she'd been before. This time she was just enough farther to one side that her shoulder was pressed against mine. That wasn't going to help my condition a bit.

I spent the next few minutes concentrating on what to do about my expanding dick. I reached one of those states you hit when you're stoned where you really don't notice anything outside of yourself. I had some peripheral sense of Kelly moving around on the couch for a few seconds, then I could feel her shoulder leaning against mine again, but otherwise I had no idea what was going on outside my head. I was trying to think about my options...Excuse myself and head for the bathroom with Kelly sitting there...Tell her that I'd forgotten that I had something important to do and she'd have to leave...Run screaming from the apartment and throw myself off the balcony... The last one didn't sound too bad, but I was afraid they'd find me with my dick still standing up.

Kelly's voice pulled me back to reality. "God, that is totally hot! Don't you think so, Michael?" As I slowly returned to the real world, I became aware that not only was Kelly pressed up against me, her head was resting on my shoulder. She was holding the remote in her hand, and staring transfixed at the TV. I followed her gaze, and was transfixed at what I saw on the screen. One girl with her head buried between another's legs, while a man was ramming his (very large) cock into the first girl's pussy. Kelly had managed to find one of my porn movies on the DRV I looked back over at Kelly. She gave me a wicked smile, said, "Too bad there are only two of us, huh?" and lifted her face toward mine. I had a choice to make. I hadn't made a good one yet tonight, why should this time be any different?

Kelly's lips pressed against mine and parted. I slid my tongue into her mouth; she sucked it in and rolled her tongue around mine as I slipped my arm around her shoulders. She tasted sweet. Her hand fell into my lap. When she felt the bulge in my jeans, she asked, "Did I do that, or was it the movie?" I chuckled and replied, "That was all you, honey!" She said, "Good!" and moved her open mouth back to mine. Out tongues rolled over each other, and mine searched out every corner of her mouth, slipping back toward her throat, then exploring the line of her teeth. Kelly's hand was still in my lap, and she'd started undoing my belt. I moved one hand up under her blouse, let my fingers trail over the skin of her belly as I slid the hand up to her chest. She gasped lightly as my fingers brushed her belly, breaking off the kiss again. This time when I lowered my mouth back to her, I went to her throat instead of her mouth. Another gasp from Kelly as my tongue traced the outline of her jaw, then slid down along her throat. By now she had my belt unbuckled, and was in the process of unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans. My hand reached Kelly's breast, and she moaned, almost a purr, as I squeezed her through her bra. "Mmmmm...It fastens in front." As I worked on the catch of the bra, Kelly finished with my jeans, and I felt her push down my shorts, freeing my cock. She wrapped her fingers around it and started stroking slowly, at the same time purring, "Mmmmm, nice." I was thinking the same thing as I felt her fingers moving up and down my dick. Meanwhile, I'd finished getting her bra undone, and my had closed directly on the skin of her breast. At the same time, my tongue reached the hollow at the base of her throat. I licked lightly, then pressed my lips against her skin, kissed her, then began to suck on her throat. "Oh, god, yeah, Michael! I love it!!" Kelly's breath was already coming in gasps. After a few seconds, she mewled, "Please, Michael, suck on my tits like that!"

I shifted us around on the couch so that Kelly was lying back against one arm, and I was sort of crouched over her. I pulled her blouse up over her head and off, and she shrugged out of her bra, leaving her big, firm breasts completely free. I lowered my head to her chest, first burying my face between her breasts, licking between them, then circling first one, then the other, with my tongue. Finally, I started from the bottom of her left breast and licked up, toward the nipple, which was small, brown, and hard as my cock. When I reached the nipple, I licked then closed my lips over it, sucking it into my mouth. Kelly's breathing was getting heavier and more ragged. I began to slide one hand down her belly, feeling her muscles twitch under my fingertips. As my hand slipped under the waistband of her jeans, I switched my mouth to her other breast. Kelly's hips bucked as my hand entered moved into her jeans and then slid inside her panties. While my fingers wiggled through her soft bush of pubic hair, Kelly was clawing at the button and zipper of her jeans, trying to get out of them. When my fingertips reached her slit, Kelly gave up on the jeans, spreading her legs to give me access to her pussy. I pushed my middle finger hard into her pussy. "Oh god, yes! Oh fuck!"

I finger-fucked her slowly for a few seconds, listening to her gasps, and feeling her hips thrusting up against my hand. I took my mouth away from her nipple, and whispered into her ear, "Do you like that. baby?" Her voice was raspy and weak. "Yes. God, Michael, it feels so good! Don't stop!" "This should be even better."

I went back to sucking on her nipple, and slipped my finger back out of her pussy, moving it to top of her slit. As my finger found Kelly's clit, her hips started to buck, and she began to moan. "Oooohhhh, aaaahhhh!" I brought my thumb down against my finger, and pinched her clit between them. At the same time I sucked her nipple between my teeth and bit down. That was all it took. Kelly's entire body went into spasms. "Oh god! Oh god! Oh god! I'm cumming! AAAAHHHH! Yes! Yes! Yes!" Finally, Kelly went limp and lay back on the couch panting and moaning a little. I stood up over her, my cock still pointing out. Kelly looked up at me and whimpered, "God, Michael, I want you to fuck me, right now!"

I pulled off my t-shirt and kicked out of my jeans. Then I put my hands on Kelly's waist and pulled off her jeans and panties in one motion. Kelly was looking at me with a combination of lust and need that was almost indescribable. Now completely naked, she spread her legs and licked her lips in invitation. I hadn't said a word since Kelly had cum. I pushed her back onto the couch, and climbed on on top of her. She reached down, wrapped her hand around my cock, and guided it to her opening. I bucked my hips forward and drove into her in a single thrust. Her pelvis jerked up against mine, and she almost growled in the back of her throat, "I like it rough. Fuck me real hard!" I started doing exactly that, with long, strong strokes, pulling almost all the way out of her, then burying myself back inside her. I could feel her rounded belly pushing against mine, and her big, firm breasts flattening against my chest. Kelly had her head thrown back over the arm of the couch, and the sight of that, and the sound of her heavy breathing, drove me even harder. I pushed one of her legs up over the back of the couch, and put my hand down along her leg, reaching for her anus with my finger. When my fingertip brushed against her sphincter, Kelly hissed, "Yesssss!" and I pushed the first joint inside her ass. "Oooohhhh!" Her moan was almost unearthly. I began finger-fucking her ass in rhythm with my cock-thrusts into her pussy. Kelly's head began to flop back and forth on the arm of the couch, and she was letting out short, sharp gasps. "Ahh. Ahh. Ahh." She was close now, and so was I.

I felt Kelly's pelvis and belly start to twitch and I was sure she was ready. Pulling back as far as possible while staying inside her, I slammed back into her as hard as I could; at the same time I reached as deep into her ass as my finger would go. "Oooohhhh fuuuuck!" Kelly thrashed under me as her orgasm washed over her. Her fingers clawed at my back. The muscles of her pussy spasmed around my cock, sending me over the edge, as my balls poured their load out through my cock and into Kelly. I ground my pelvis against her clit, and wiggled my finger inside her ass. Kelly twitched and gasped in the throes of her orgasm for about thirty seconds before almost collapsing. We lay there panting, me still on top of her, my dick slowly shrinking and slipping out of her.

After what seemed like hours, Kelly finally spoke. "God, Michael, that was incredible. I guess older guys really are better."

"Well, there is something to be said for experience."

Then Kelly said something that put the capper on just how stupid I had been all night. "Boy is Tamara going to be pissed. She's going to kill me."

I squirmed more than a little at the thought of that. "Kelly, if you tell Tamara, or anybody else, about this, you're not going to be the one that's dead!"

Brigit Astar
08-19-2008, 12:32 PM
Good good good story; well-written; literate; description is great; and so is the build-up--and so is what I call the "payoff." Excellent story.

bgarnett9701
08-19-2008, 12:53 PM
very well written. a part 2 is welcome, no doubt

davesmistress
08-19-2008, 05:04 PM
Great job for the first time

thanks

mkirros
08-20-2008, 02:07 AM
Thanks for the feedback. More to come as soon as I have time.