Short sex stories

Erotic fiction and short sex stories




What Have I Started?

There are lots of women who have crushes on older men. This story is about one woman's quest to find sexual happiness and fulfillment in the arms of her dad's friend.

I welcome all feedback and hope that you enjoy my story!

All characters are over 18.

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I had come to Tom for a reason but now I was at a loss for words. I couldn't believe I was doing this and all at once all I wanted was to pretend like I wasn't sitting at his kitchen table. I'd had one glass of wine too many last night and the text to meet him was sent in the spur of the moment; a moment I was now deeply regretting.

His soft brown eyes regard me carefully, taking in my mood before getting up to grab two glasses and a bottle of scotch. Pouring us each a glass, he pushes mine towards me and I gratefully take a swallow, feeling the slow burn of the liquor running down my throat and calming my nerves. He knows me so well.

He's my dad's best friend and I'd known him all of my life. At 53, he's still in great shape and had only improved in the looks department as he's aged. Being a detective, he was good at guessing what I was going to say before I said it, or knowing what was going on with me before I did. His wife had died in a car wreck caused by a drunk driver three years ago and he'd been content to stay single since then. My eyes take in his bald head and the lines around his eyes and mouth, seeing the grey in his day-old facial stubble. I'd loved and respected this man for as long as I could remember and I knew he was the only one I could ever turn to for what I was about to ask.

"I guess you're wondering why I asked to come over," I begin, twirling my glass around in circles to avoid meeting his eyes.

"I figured it was my charming personality." His words have the effect that he intended and my eyes quickly rise to meet his. I flash a small smile in his direction, sigh deeply and look back down at the table.

The warmth of his callused hand covers my smaller one and I smile again in gratitude. He's not rushing me and I'm grateful because I don't know if I can get this out.

"What's going on, Ellie?"

"I...well...um..." I take another swig of liquid courage and miss his hand on mine when he leans back in his chair to regard me carefully.

"Well, Chase and I have been married for 8 years now."

"Yes?"

"And I love him, Tom, I do," I bite the inside of my cheek before continuing. "He's a great man and he's been working so hard to provide for me and to earn his stripes in the force, but, he, um..." I pause to take another sip from my glass before continuing.

"He's not, well, that great in bed." I stop and glance up at Tom, trying to read him but, as usual I can't.

"How so?"

"Well, he's not into sex." I pause again but this time it's only for a second before I rush to get it all out. "He likes one position, lasts a couple of minutes, and when he's done he pulls out and goes to sleep." My cheeks are burning at the revelation of telling another person about my marriage, knowing that I've broken the trust between my husband and I.

"Does he get you off?"

Again, I pause before answering, knowing that I shouldn't be here but at a loss as to how to fix my marriage. "No."

"Have you ever orgasmed for him?" Again I shake my head no, not meeting Tom's eyes. "Has he ever tried?" Another shake of my head.

"I've tried everything, Tom." I finally say.

I watch him sip from his glass and again regret having come here but, once out in the open, I find myself wanting to talk about it.

"I've tried to role play, bought sexy lingerie, tried new lubes and condoms. Basically I've done everything short of attacking him in the middle of the night."

"And nothing works?"

"No. Am I doing something wrong? Maybe I'm not good enough. I've suggested couples therapy and even swinging to see if he wants another woman but he just smiles, says he's fine and that's it. I don't know what to do anymore. I want my husband but he doesn't want me and, God help me, I need sex!"

"Ellie, I'm not going to pretend to understand why Chase isn't into sex, or into you for that matter. I will say that you are an incredibly attractive young woman and it will be his loss if he loses you. How long has this been going on?"

"Since we got married."

"You guys didn't have sex before then?"

"I was a virgin."

"Chase is the only man you've been with?" he asks me in surprise.

I nod my head and go on to explain that I'd bought a bullet vibrator and a dildo five years ago but he had found my hiding spot and we'd gotten into a huge fight because he had claimed that it was an insult to his manhood. I had thrown them away after that and had just been using my fingers to get off. We were both only 28 but I needed sex more than he did and I was seriously thinking about having an affair. I'd tried talking to Chase about my needs but he had said that other men gave it to their wives less than he did so I should be lucky to get what he offered.

I went on to explain that I loved my husband and had no desire to leave him. Chase and I had been college sweethearts and when he'd joined the police academy, I had been so proud of him. He was quickly rising through the ranks and had his eye on becoming an FBI agent.

Tom's hands find mine again and the warmth comforts me enough that I can blurt out what I came here to ask. "Tom? Would you have sex with me? Chase doesn't want to, so, I thought..."

"Oh honey. I don't think you know what you're asking." His voice is huskier than usual but all I hear is a gentle no and I've never felt so humiliated in my life. Without a word I get up, pulling my hands from his. Tears are burning my eyes as I turn to push the chair up to the table and gather my purse and keys to my body. I only faintly hear what he's saying until I feel his hands on my shoulders, forcing me to face him; my hot tears slowly slipping down my face.

"Ellie, look at me." I just stand and stare at his broad chest until he forces me to meet his eyes. He looks tired but I also see love and concern and feel my tears slip faster down my wet cheeks.

"You're emotional right now and I don't think that you know what you're asking. Please don't think that I don't want you, because I do, but I..." I watch him swallow hard before he can continue, "I wouldn't want for anything to change between us and I would hate it if you thought back and regretted anything. Make sense?"

The truth is, I understand exactly what he's saying and I respect Tom enough to know that he's right in not pursuing something with me right now. I reach up to kiss his cheek before I pull back, having done it a thousand times throughout my life so it was almost instinctual. "Thank you."

I don't look back as I leave, not wanting him to see how much I'm hurting over being rejected by not one man, but two.

//

"Why don't you go home early today, Ellie? It's pretty quiet around here and I don't look for it to get any better."

I pause to look up from the email I'm typing. I had worked for Meg for four years as her assistant and I loved it. No day was ever the same working for her and I liked not being stuck in a routine.

"Are you sure? I don't mind staying. It's only 2:30."

"Go, before I change my mind!" She laughs before turning back to her office. I'm guessing she wants an early day too so I just smile and roll my eyes, finishing up my email and shutting everything down for the long weekend. It was the Friday before Labor Day and I had to admit that it had been incredibly slow this week. I had rearranged files, cleaned the office, and had done the things that I normally had no time for so I was happy to be getting off early.

"Have a great weekend, Meg!" I say as I pop my head in her door.

"You too, Ellie! Go home to that good looking husband of yours and don't do anything I wouldn't do!" I smile and shake my head as I turn to leave.

I turn the radio up and tap my fingers to the beat as I turn down my street. I was thinking about having Chase fire up the grill when he gets home from work when I catch sight of his truck sitting in our driveway. He usually works until six and I worry that something is wrong.

I pull my keys from the ignition and move to get out of the car, grabbing my purse before heading to the door. A quick glance at my cell reveals that there are no texts from him to explain why he went home early.

I turn my key in the lock, bending down to greet Otis, our 3-year old Chocolate Lab. "Where's your daddy, buddy?" I softly say, putting my things down on the couch.

My eyes sweep across the living room and kitchen but there's no sign of him so I head upstairs, my steps muted by the carpeting.

I hear the first moan just as I clear the last step so I hurry to our bedroom, thinking that Chase might be hurt or sick. My hand finds the knob as I hear a second moan and a muffled "fuck" and push the door open to find my husband in bed with another woman.

I just stand there for what seems like hours, my heart pounding in my chest as I watch Chase swirl his tongue in and around her pussy while his fingers slide in and out of her wet opening. They're 69-ing so I can see her sucking and slurping on his cock at the same time.

Once in a while I can hear a faint "fuck" punctuated by loud moans as they pleasure each other on our bed and I even heard Chase say, "God baby, that's good," as the mystery woman goes even deeper on his cock, his hand reaching down to push her head further. I can hear her choking as the head hits the back of her throat.

It's not until she finally pulls back and moves around to slide her pussy down his cock that I'm finally noticed when the woman catches sight of me in her reverse cowgirl position and screams.

"What the...!" Chase says just as she asks who the hell I am.

"Well, I could ask the same thing since your sitting on my husband's cock," I manage to calmly reply.

"Ellie!! What are you doing home?! Shit!"

"I live here, remember?"

The woman is screaming at Chase at this point, calling him everything under the sun as she gathers her clothes from the floor. Everything clicks into place in my head as I watch her get dressed and head down the stairs, the front door slamming in her haste to get away.

I turn my attention back to Chase, watching him lay on the bed with his arm over his eyes, not saying anything. I think that I should feel anger but all I feel is sorrow at having spent so much wasted time with the man. I silently think back on the little things that never seemed to add up until now. The late night phone calls from "work", the texts from "friends", the late nights with no word...all making sense now. I feel like such a fool at being so ignorant and trusting.

"How long, Chase?"

"Does it matter?"

I watch him get up off the bed and pad over to the bathroom, "No, probably not. It just all makes sense now, is all."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" His words are muted as he disappears around the corner.

I follow him into the bathroom, "Well, why you don't like having sex, for instance. Or so I thought until I saw your tongue in that woman's pussy. You seemed to enjoy fucking her didn't you? I guess you didn't want to have sex with me because you were already getting it from every other slut in town."

"El...come on. I've been tired and I thought that you weren't into it, so I just gave up."

"For eight years?" Silence meets my question.

I can tell that he's trying to come up with some other excuse but now I'm just over it. I start to walk away but something nags at me so I turn back, "Apparently you brought them here on a regular basis. So. Tell me, Chase. Who did you tell them I was? There's pictures of us everywhere; how did you explain that?"

Only now does his head hang in shame and, with that, I walk away.

I'm sitting on the couch sipping on a glass of wine when he makes his way down the stairs, bag in hand, twenty minutes later. "I'm going to crash at Tim's place for a couple of days."

"Okay."

"I should have told you, Ellie. I'm sorry."

"You know what? I don't care anymore. Just go, Chase. I'll be gone by the end of the weekend."

//

Once again I make my way back to Tom's place. It had been two months since I had asked him to have sex with me but now I know that he was what I needed and wanted. I no longer feel guilt over needing sex or cheating on my husband and I want Tom to be the one to teach me all the things that Chase would never do with me.

Earlier I had made sure to shave my pussy smooth, leaving a strip above my clit hoping that Tom would approve. I had used my favorite shower gel and lotion, the scent of jasmine filling the bathroom as I got ready; make-up perfectly applied to accentuate my green eyes, my soft brown curls flowing freely around my bare shoulders.

I can see his truck in the driveway as I pull in, so I know he's home and I sigh in relief. I probably should have texted first but I think that I would have backed out if he had shown the slightest bit of hesitation towards me and if I just went on the spur of the moment, there was less chance that I would change my mind.

I breathe deeply to calm my nerves as I step onto his porch and with a shaking hand I push the button for the doorbell. A minute later he's standing in front of me; still in his work clothes, sleeves rolled up, holding a beer in one hand.

"Ellie! It's good to see you!" His voice is excited as his free arm wraps around me. I hug him back with more enthusiasm than I've ever shown before and I feel him tense up, probably from surprise. "Come on in. Can I get you anything?"

A rush of cool air greets me as I step inside. "Um, how about a beer?"

"Coming right up." My eyes follow his muscular frame, my body following close behind into the kitchen. "So, how have you been?"

A rush of guilt runs through me at how our last meeting went but I make my voice as controlled as possible as I tell him about Chase. Surprisingly, I'm not as upset as I thought I would be.

Finally I blurt out what I've been dying to ask him, "Tom, do you remember what I asked you before?" I watch him closely to gauge his reaction, tipping my beer bottle up to my lips to take a deep drink.

A long pause, "Yes." Hmmm, ok. He's not giving me much to go on here, but I can work with it.

"If I asked you again, would you give me the same answer?"

He's leaning against the kitchen island, his body relaxed, but his eyes are watching me closely as I slowly approach him. "Honey, I just don't think it's a good idea. Your dad's my best friend and if he found out..."

"Forget about Dad. Tom, do you think I'm sexy?" I'm so close now our bodies are nearly touching but he doesn't pull back from me.

Very quietly he says, "Yes, but..."

I don't let him finish. I place my beer bottle on the island before resting my hands on his chest, trying to get a sense of his mood as I rise up slightly on my toes to brush my lips against his. Not sensing any resistance I press my lips harder against his, feeling the warmth of his lips against my own.

"Tom?"

"Yeah?"

"I want you."

He pushes me back then and I feel the sting of rejection. I've pushed him too far now and I'm scared that I might have ruined our relationship but then I feel his arms come back around me to pull me to him again. I realize then that he was just freeing up his hands to slide across my back, my arms slip up to circle his neck.

"Are you sure?"

I manage a soft yes a second before his teeth graze my earlobe. A gasp of surprise escapes my lips and my pussy starts to get warm. We are so close that I can feel his cock slowly hardening in his slacks and I realize that there is no turning back now. Most importantly, I have no desire to. All I care about now is how turned on I am by having my ear licked and sucked.

His day old beard softly scrapes across my skin, his mouth moving lower to the area on my neck just below my ear. I had no idea that the spot was so sensitive and my pussy gets warmer and wetter every second. I hear a loud moan and realize that it's me as his mouth continues to lightly suck and bite along my neck.

I want to kiss him and move away to press my lips to his again, running my tongue over his bottom lip, hearing his moan of approval before I slip my tongue into his mouth. Mmmm, he tastes like hops and I groan when his tongue finds mine. His hand slips into my hair to cradle the back of my head, moving me around to have better access to my more than willing mouth.

His other hand has moved to the back of my thigh as I raise my leg to press it against his hip, wanting to feel him against my pussy.

We're still standing in his kitchen, neither one of us wanting to move. This time I pull back to run my tongue over my lips. He's mumbling something under his breath, his eyes running down my body in approval just before he spins me around to lift me up and onto the island. The cold of the granite shocks me as it touches my bare thighs but my attention quickly turns back to Tom. I concentrate on his warmth as he presses his body between my open legs and the feel of his wet tongue as it slides against my own.

My fingers reach for the buttons on his shirt and quickly work my way down, pausing long enough to pull the tails out of his pants. One of his hands is working its way up my tank top while the other is trying to get inside the waist of my shorts.

He releases me long enough so I can push the shirt off of his powerful shoulders, his t-shirt quickly following. We kiss again as I run my fingers through his chest hair, feeling his muscles flex under my fingers and hearing his muffled groans into my mouth as we kiss again.

"Please, Tom..." I whisper.

"You have to tell me what you want, Ellie."

My mind flashes back to the scene in my bedroom earlier today and I know that I want to feel his tongue in my pussy. "I want you to suck me."

He's pulling my shirt over my head, my bra right behind it as he slides the straps down my arms, quickly unhooking it and freeing my breasts. The air conditioned air immediately making my nipples pucker.

Tom's slowed his pace and seems to be content on just feeling my skin against his for now but I want more. Passion is what I wanted from Chase and now I want it from Tom so I push his head lower. He happily complies and the first touch of his tongue on my nipple has me throwing my head back in pleasure. The first pull from his lips as he sucks me into his mouth has me loudly groaning.

His moans rumble through his chest as he works one pink nipple, then the other. My hands become independent of my body and push him tighter to my breasts so I can feel his whiskers grazing my skin, his teeth gently scraping across my nipples, and his tongue sweeping around my breast to get more of me inside his mouth. At one point I look down and his eyes are closed, his tongue working in his mouth to bring me more and more sensations that I had only felt when I had tweaked my own nipples as I masturbated.

The need to see and feel his cock overwhelms me then and soon all I can think about is what I saw that woman doing to my husband. Yeah, I want Tom's tongue in my pussy but, right now I want his cock more. Tom's hand is hot on my waist pulling me tight to him as his other holds my breast up to his eager mouth. It's like I'm releasing a suction cup from the wall when I gently push his head back from my overworked nipple, a loud "pop" filling my ears.

His eyes are lust-filled when they finally meet mine. I feel like I'm going to snap when he forcefully pulls me back to him for a kiss that leaves me gasping for air at the intensity. I reach my hands down to undo his belt and fly, pulling them down with his underwear as we continue to kiss.
I can smell the soap he used earlier today on his body as I break away to nibble on his jaw. His hands make quick work of my shorts and I brace myself on the island so I can lift my butt enough so he can slide them down my legs along with my panties.

Will he reject me if I kneel down to suck him? I hope not but Chase did it to me once and now I'm finding myself to be shy at touching Tom's most intimate place.

"Tom, can I suck your cock?"

I can hear the slight hesitation in my words but all doubt is erased with he says, "Honey, you can do whatever you want to me." I've never felt as sexy as I do then when I hear the way his words come out in a rush, like he can't get enough of me.

"Here, why don't you sit here and I'll stand?"

He doesn't say a word but shuffles around as I slip off of the counter. I'm still wearing my sandals and off they go across the room as I watch him hop onto the spot that I had warmed for him. I make quick work of his socks and shoes then slide his pants and underwear the rest of the way down his legs. The faint thunk of his wallet hitting the floor distracts me for a second before I look back at his package.

He's of average size but his balls are what draw my attention. They are bigger than Chase's and hang lower but, having little experience to go off of, I'm not sure if it's normal or not. The first touch of my cool hand on his thigh makes him jump slightly. He's not completely shaved like Chase but it's clear that he landscapes some around his penis while his balls remain hairy.

I think my hair is tickling him as I bend forward to get closer to his crotch but he takes care of it by gathering it into a ponytail in one hand while the other rubs my shoulder in encouragement.

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to do, baby. We can try this next time if you want to do something else." His words are gentle and I realize that he thinks that I don't want to suck him.

Slowly my hand slides up his thigh to his cock and I watch it jump when my fingers wrap around him. Curious about his taste, my tongue slowly licks the top of the head when I see a drop of fluid seeping out of the eye. It's slightly salty but I don't mind it so I go back for more, swirling my tongue around the top to get more of the oozing liquid from the tip.

I feel like a sex goddess when his groans and moans start to come close together so I decide to go a step further. While softly stroking his shaft, I work my tongue around the head and lower my mouth further onto his cock, bracing myself on his thigh with my free hand to steady myself as I work my way further down.

His legs spread wider so I can get closer to him as I continue to explore what feels right for me and listen to his moans of approval when I hit a spot that feels good to him. My gag reflex kicks in when the head hits the back of my throat and I back off to try again. My fingers leave his cock to explore his balls, feeling their weight and softness in my hand as I work my way back down his cock again. My lips flare out as he approaches my limit but I really want to take him as deep as I can so I close my eyes and concentrate on how he feels in my mouth and how much I want to please him.

I panic for a second, my eyes flying open when he briefly holds himself in my throat but I quickly relax and close my eyes again when he lets me back off to swirl my tongue back up his cock. I gulp in a deep breath of air before heading back down again, this time forcing myself to stay down longer like I saw my husband's mistress do earlier today. A loud, "Fuck," fills my ears before I hear, "Fuck, that's good baby."

My hand is still fondling his balls and, becoming curious about how they would feel in my mouth, I release his cock to run my tongue down the crease where his pelvis and thighs meet before running it up and around his balls. I marvel at how soft they feel against my tongue, how freely they move as I maneuver them around.

Tom's incapable of saying any words now so anything that comes out is garbled. Every so often I can make out a curse word but for the most part he's putty in my hands as I work his cock with one hand and lick his balls, stopping every so often to run my tongue up from the base of his balls to the tip of his cock. He's steadily oozing precum now and I lap it up, swirling my tongue around the head before licking my way back down, tracing veins as I go. I can feel how wet I am now when I squeeze my legs together but I'm not done with him yet. My eyes meet his as I slurp one ball into my mouth and lightly suck it. I can feel it roll around in my mouth and I'm careful not to graze it with my teeth when I release it to suck on the other one. His ball hair tickles my nose as I go from one to the other before I have mercy and back off.

I again lick my way back up to the tip of his cock and work my mouth down until I feel the warmth of his balls hitting my chin. I need to feel my pussy and reach down to slip a finger into my wet folds to slide my finger over my slippery clit. I've never been this wet before and when I moan around Tom's cock, it jumps in my mouth a second before he pulls my mouth off of him.

"I don't want to cum yet, baby," he explains when I look at him questioningly. He's released my hair and only now does my scalp tingle at having his tight grip disappear. "I'm not as young as I used to be and I want this to last." His forehead is pressed against mine as he catches his breath but I want to feel him pressed against me so I move to press my breasts against his hairy chest. His arms slip around me and I feel the coarse hairs tickling my sensitive nipples. Our lips meet in a deep, soulful kiss before he breaks off to trail kisses along my jaw back to the spot on my neck that he found drives me crazy.

"God baby, that was good. You're turn," he says with lust.

"Hmmmm...what do you have in mind?" I tease, my hands running lightly up and down his back as I wait for his next move.

"Why..." he pauses to kiss my shoulder, "...don't we..." another kiss to my nipple, "...go to..." a quick nip at my bottom lip, "...my room."

At this point, I'm not even sure what I'm saying but I hear my words rush out at once, "Ohmygodyes!"

A final kiss on my lips and he jumps off of the island to follow me down the hall. I'm not sure which one is his but he gently steers me in the right direction and flips a switch on the wall to turn on the ceiling fan. The room is dimly lit by the hallway light and a quick glance at the clock by the bed tells me I've been here over an hour already!

His bed is neatly made but we make quick work of messing it up when he slides his hands down my back and to my ass cheeks to lift me up, causing me to grab his neck to keep from falling as he tips me backwards onto the bed with him on top of me. I wonder if he's going to enter me when I feel his cock press against my inner thigh but he quickly moves lower to suck a nipple into his mouth. I hold his head to me and feel his other hand working its way lower, sliding down my belly to graze the top of my shaved pussy.

I jump at his touch so he pulls back to look at me before continuing. "We don't have to go any further, honey. We can stop anytime, you just have to tell me, okay?"

"Please, Tom..." I whisper.

"What do you want?"

"I want you to fuck me." Had those words really just came out of my mouth? I've never been this brazen with my words before but they have the effect that I intend. His eyes widen in surprise and a huge grin spreads across his face. I wonder what he thinks of my body but I work to push those thoughts from my head to concentrate on what he's doing.

I scoot up higher on the bed to give him some more room as he works his tongue lower and lower down my body, stopping to suck here and there as he nears his goal.

His tongue sweeps across my clit and I nearly orgasm right then and there. Never had I thought that having someone touch my pussy with their tongue would feel this good and I want to cry at all that I've missed over the years.

"Damn, baby...you're so wet," his words fill me with excitement and I bite my lip to keep from crying out when he again sweeps his tongue over my hard clit.

At the first feeling of suction I come undone, throwing my head back and grasping the blanket as I cum for the first time from oral. "Tom!" I call over and over, not knowing that it could feel this good.

I gradually come down, my clit throbbing in pleasure, wanting more. Now that I've had a taste of what sex really is I can't get enough and buck my hips up to his waiting mouth. I gently grind myself against his tongue, seeking what feels right for me. I can feel his tongue slipping inside of me before he slides it back up to my clit to lightly suck.

To keep me still, he's slipped his arms over my legs so his hands are pressed against my inner thigh. When he senses that I'm getting close, he backs off and blows on my pussy, sending goosebumps dancing across my hot skin.

"God you taste so good," he growls out as he continues to lick and suck in and around my pussy.

"Please don't stop," I wail in need just before I cum again, this time nearly busting his lip open when my pelvis hits his mouth as I buck up. My back leaves the bed over and over and I feel like I'm exploding with the center of destruction being my clit. He continues to suck and lick, sending me over the edge again and again.

When I finally come down and catch my breath, he's grinning from ear to ear. "I take it that was good?"

"YES!" I yell out unexpectedly, catching us both off guard. I widen my eyes in surprise and slap my hands to my mouth, thinking that I had acted like an inexperienced moron when he busts out laughing.

He kisses my thigh before saying, "No need to be shy...I like a woman that can be vocal about what they need and want."

"Really?"

"Yes. It always seems one-sided if a partner lays there like a cold fish and doesn't say anything. I want to know what turns you on and what you like. You can't fake reactions like that, babe."

"I need you, Tom."

"I heard you before, Ellie. You'll get me soon enough. I'm not done with you yet."

"What?"

His only answer is to release one of my legs, fingering my opening to coat his fingers with my juices. I prop myself up on my arms and lean back on my elbows to watch him as he slides one finger into me as he brings his tongue back down to my clit. I'm more relaxed now that my initial enthusiasm has been tamped down so I revel in the feel of his tongue as it slips around my pussy and listen to his finger slipping around in my wetness. I bring my nipples into the action by pinching them lightly between my fingers and throw my head back in pleasure.

I feel when he adds a second thick finger and my pussy stretches to accommodate the invasion. I hear his fingers squishing inside of me as he starts a rhythm with his thrusts. Minutes tick by and the tension starts to tighten between my legs. At one point he stops, making me look down to that see that his fingers are in his mouth, his eyes meeting mine as he sucks my wetness off of them before slipping back into me again.

I lie down on my back and close my eyes, bucking up into his mouth when he hits a spot that feels really good. I let out a loud "Fuck me" when his teeth lightly bite on my clit and a low groan when he sucks it into his mouth. His fingers have found a spot on the front of my vagina that is making my toes curl with pleasure and I think I'm going to explode.

Over and over he does this to me, curling his fingers up, stroking my G-spot as he relentlessly sucks and flicks my clit with his tongue. My fingers continue to pinch my nipples and each jolt of pleasure heads south to my pussy to mingle with the other sensations coursing through me.

Minutes pass and it feels like every nerve ending is alive as I buck and twist on the bed, seeking more but wanting the intensity to go away. I'm almost uncomfortable but I feel my pussy start to spasm just before I release my nipples and grab hold of the blanket. The pressure eases some and then my entire body seems like it's orgasming as wave after wave of intense pleasure radiates from my clit outwards. Tom holds on for dear life and rides my orgasm out with me and I only faintly hear his gasp of shock as I convulse over and over on the bed. I don't have any idea what I'm yelling but I know my screams are loud.

He's stopped licking me but I can still feel him finger fucking my pussy.

As I come down from the best orgasm I've ever had, he pulls his fingers from me and looks me in the eye as he licks them clean. "Did you know you're a squirter?" he asks as he moves up my body, his cock nudging my thigh as he settles on top of me.

"What?!" I say in surprise because I had no idea. Yeah, I've orgasmed before but never with Chase and never this hard.

His tongue sweeps across my lips, seeking a way in to twirl around my tongue. I can taste myself on him and, while I had thought it would turn me off, the taste only makes me want him more. Without warning he's pushed his cock into me and I gasp out at the feeling of being filled. He's roughly the same size as Chase but he knows how to use what he has and I can't think as he starts up a steady rhythm with his thrusts, his balls slapping my ass as I move to wrap my legs around his hips.

"Fuck that was the sexiest thing I've ever seen, baby. When you squirted all over me and yelled," a deeper thrust accompanies his words. "Fuck! God, that's good. So tight and warm and wet..."

His words turn me on more and I move to match his thrusts, wanting to feel every inch of him in me. He moves my legs so they are up over his shoulders, almost bending me in half when he leans down to give me a wet kiss before thrusting even harder into me.

"That feels so good...Tom. So. Good." I manage to get out as waves of pleasure wash through me. It doesn't feel like my earlier orgasms but they feel good just the same.

"Baby...fuck..." Sweat is dripping down his face as he works to slow his thrusts so he doesn't cum too soon. His hands press against the back of my thighs as he presses them to my body and opens them so he can watch his cock thrusting in and out of my pussy. His eyes briefly meet mine as he thrusts harder yet, making me gasp and then groan in pleasure.

One more thrust and he pulls out before flipping me over onto my stomach and pulling my hips up so I'm kneeling on all fours in front of him. I want to watch him and look back over my shoulder to find him stroking his cock, sweat running down into his chest hair and a wild look in his eyes as he stares at my pussy and ass.

He doesn't say anything as he mounts me from behind, his chest hair tickling my back when he leans over me. I let out a lone "Fuck" when he penetrates my overworked pussy again and steadily pumps in and out. My back is wet with his sweat and our bodies slide together as he works his way back to his own orgasm. I can tell he's getting close so I push back into him which makes his cock push deeper into me, making us both groan.

Every so often I can feel his balls slapping against my clit as his pace increases and I focus on the feeling of him sliding into me and remember how he tasted on my tongue. I can feel my breasts swinging wildly with every thrust he makes.

I look back over my shoulder when I feel cold air hit my wet back. He's kneeling on his knees, hands pressed against my hips to hold me still. His head thrown back and, while I can tell he's saying something, I can't make out what it is.

I feel his cock jump right when he thrusts one last deep thrust so I push back into him. His hands tighten on my hips as he shoots wave after wave of cum inside of me. When he's done, his fingers move to glide across my overheated flesh as he slowly pulls out.

I collapse onto my stomach after murmuring my appreciation and feel him move to lie down next to me. I want to watch him so I turn my head and rest it on top of my folded arms. His eyes are closed and his chest is still heaving. I can smell sex all over us and smile lazily as I too close my eyes in contentment.

"Are you awake?"

"Mmmm...yeah. I was just thinking about how good that felt." I reply as I slowly open my eyes to see that he's moved onto his side, his head propped on one hand so he can look at me.

"It did, didn't it?" is his only reply, his free hand lightly running up and down my back.

"I don't know what to say because somehow 'Thank you' doesn't seem to cover it, Tom. I never knew that sex could be this good and, oh my God, was it ever."

"Honey, I haven't had sex this good since my wife died. I feel like I should thank you but you're words are exactly right."

The situation we're in finally hits and my eyes widen in panic. Oh God, what will Dad think? And Chase? What have I done?

Again Tom seems to sense my thoughts, "Honey, this can just be a one-time thing or we can just be sex buddies. I'm an old man and know that you need to be with somebody closer to your own age and, yeah, maybe it was wrong for us to do this when you're still married but..." a quick shrug before he continues, "...who cares? Chase cheated on you so it's not like he has any room to talk if he finds out, and I highly doubt that he will."

"But what about Dad? What if he finds out?"

"We'll just cross that bridge when we come to it. I, for one, am happy that you came to me and not some guy you picked up in a bar. I promise that I never thought of you in any sexual way as you grew up. You know I love you and just want what's best for you, right?" His finger is twisting a lock of my hair around his finger as he talks.

When he sees that he's eased some of my concerns he continues, "Look, I'm under no illusion that this is going to go past tonight, but, if it does, I look forward to teaching you everything you want to know. If you'll let me, that is."

"Really? Well, in that case..."

"What have I started?" he says before I laugh and move to kiss him.

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May 11, 2018 in blowjob

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