I look to my friend Marie for advice on raising Becca as a single father.
Well it had been a busy weekend! Worked around the house all day Saturday, then enjoyed new sexy experiences with my daughter Becca on Sunday. By Sunday night I was concerned about how I should handle our father-daughter relationship going forward. I decided I would reach out to our friend Marie early in the week to get some advice.
Monday morning dawned though, and like clockwork our weekday routine began as usual. Up at 6:30 – shower – make breakfast for both of us – drop off Becca at school by 8:15 – I get to work by 8:30. The day ends in a similar regimented fashion for both of us and we collapse sometime after 9:00 and fall asleep.
It was Wednesday afternoon till I remembered to contact Marie. I sent her a text message to contact me. She called that evening when I was driving home and I asked her if she might want to meet for dinner the next night. That I wanted to ask about some advice.
I told her Becca had a sleepover at a friend’s, as it was Easter weekend and there was no school on Friday.
Marie seemed to hesitate, but agreed to meet me at 7:00 at a nice Italian restaurant near her apartment.
The next day came and went, I dropped Becca off at her girlfriend’s, but before she got out of the car, she slid over in the seat giving me a goodbye kiss, while taking my hand off the steering wheel and sliding it inside her sweatshirt saying “I hope you’ll play with these this weekend “!
“I promise I will baby, I’ll play with those and more!” I said as I lowered my hand from her breasts to her crotch, squeezing her through her sweat pants till she squealed!
She kissed me again, hopped out of the car, then and ran in the house; leaving me with a raging hard on.
As I drove to the restaurant to meet Marie I realized I needed to come up with a plan to approach this in conversation. I couldn’t just tell her, “I’ve been playing with my daughter’s tits and pussy, and she wants to fuck me. What do I do?” So I pull into the parking lot, still trying to figure out how I would approach this as I sincerely wanted Marie’s assistance with Becca.
She walked in just a minute after I did, so we were seated at a nice quiet booth near the back of the restaurant.
As I mentioned in the first chapter of this series, Marie and I were good friends, but friends only. Having said that, she was someone I could count on to assist Becca or I and was a good sounding board when I needed advice.
What I may not have mentioned was that she and her ex-husband were good friends of my deceased wife and I. Actually she and my wife were girlfriends who went to college together and shared a lot. She and her ex divorced about 6 months after my wife passed away.
Our relationship was always pleasant and we were sincere with each other, which made it odd that Marie didn’t keep eye contact with me for long that day. I asked if she was feeling ok, and if meeting was a problem; she just said everything was “fine” but still not looking at me.
Our waitress came by and we ordered a nice bottle of red wine, which was brought to us promptly and we toasted to friendship and began enjoying it.
I wanted to say something positive so I said “thank-you again so much for spending time with Becca last Saturday, you seem to have really made a difference in her mood.”
I went a bit further with “the underwear you helped her choose made her so happy, and she mentioned you gave her advice on her personal grooming which a father would never even think about.”
“Listen, I’m so sorry that things got out of control. I had no idea Becca would ask me to shave her myself, and she had so many questions that I guess I wasn’t prepared to answer.”
“Marie, what are you talking about? Was there an issue with Becca?”
If ever there was a deer in the headlights look – it’s what I got from Marie. She assumed I knew what happened between her and Becca. Well, Marie explained what happened, in detail, and while I initially wasn’t happy about it . . . I realized I probably stretched the limits of right and wrong more than she had.
“Marie, let’s be transparent here, on Saturday you took Becca shopping and it sounds like you two . . . seduced each other somewhere in that process. Well, on Sunday she hopped into bed with me in the morning, and although she may have “started it”, she and I did some big time touchy-feely that included a number of orgasms with both of us ending up naked. Neither you nor I was aware of the other situation.”
Marie, trying to grasp the whole situation, said “once again, I’m so sorry for my actions. But honestly, other than my vibrator no one had touched me in nearly 3 years. I’ve obviously lost my sense of reasoning.
“Closer to five years for me Marie. My wife was too sick her last year, as you know. When Becca wanted to cuddle Sunday morning like we did a few years back, I didn’t give it a thought. Then she started grinding her sexy bottom into me. Just like you, I lost myself in that moment”.
Marie pauses, looking into my eyes now, reaches across the table and puts her hand atop mine and says “so I know we’re here to talk about Becca, but who would have thought, two pretty good looking and fit people our ages would live such chaste lives? Especially you, as Amy (my former wife who passed away) was always so complimentary toward you and your sex life together!”
“Wow – thanks Marie, I didn’t realize it was an open topic of conversation” I responded.
“Well you know us girls when we get together and have some wine” Marie said! No seriously, yes sometimes girls – like guys I’m sure – compare notes on our sex lives. And I have to tell you, every word Amy ever said about your sex lives was positive, even quite hot at times, so congratulations. I was not so fortunate with Joe (Marie’s ex-husband). You probably know the story on him, so I won’t make you listen again. It certainly threw me for a loop, and messed with my head for some time.”
I replied, “all I knew is that Joe and you divorced. That you tried to make things work, but he made things difficult.”
“Ha, made things difficult is being kind. You know Joe is gay, don’t you?”
“What” I said. “You’re not serious?”
“Ever since we reached a point where all he wanted to do was fuck me in the ass, I guess I should have known. And then he wanted to do a three way with a male friend of his and I refused because something felt wrong. For all I know he may have wanted me to watch him fuck his boyfriend!”
“My God Marie, I had no clue!” I said being truly astonished to hear this. “He just seemed like one of the guys to me. But listen, can we pause this conversation and circle back after we discuss Becca?”
“Oh my, of course” Marie replied.”
“I’ve been thinking about this for a few days, and my assessment of Becca is that she is a sincere, loving, young girl whose sexuality was awakened with a jolt last weekend. I’m not certain exactly how things progressed with you and Becca, but with me it started out innocently, but when she crawled in bed I was only half awake, then I remembered the exact scenario with her mom and found myself massaging her breast in my sleep, which started things down the path to almost having sex together.
I don’t perceive that she realizes just how sexy she is.”
Marie jumped in, “I agree, when she asked me to help her trim her bush, I was almost done and realized just how wet her little pussy was. When I mentioned it she was embarrassed, blushed, and I started telling her it wasn’t anything to be ashamed of, and showed her that I get wet as well, which like you said sent us down a very sexual path. And I have to say her little titties are so perky and sexy!”
I can’t stop laughing by the way Marie mentioned Becca’s breasts and her eye motion while she said it. It brought to mind her walking out of my bathroom on Sunday with her puppies bouncing along as she walked. Definitely had an effect on me!
Then I said, “Being up-front I have to say that though I believe her to be innocent, Becca really got into it when we played around.”
“Same with me” replied Marie, “as a matter of fact she said she hoped we could do it again.”
“My only fear is that innocent Becca meets someone who tries to take advantage of her” I say.
“That can happen to young girls so easily” Marie stated.
“Maybe we can have dinner together, the three of us, and have a frank conversation.” I mention. “Show her that we’re here to support her and will both be here for her.”
Marie liked that and said “I’m in, let’s do it! And how about we do it at my apartment and I’ll cook us a nice meal?”
“That sounds awesome” I said, “great! Now then, over three years Marie? How did that happen” I say as I refill our wind glasses.
“Well, I haven’t really worked at finding someone very hard. Spent time getting my head and my heart squared away, and invested a lot of time at work. There is this one guy who I know whose attention I’ve tried to catch, but it hasn’t worked so far.”
“Anyone I know”? I ask.
“Sort of, he’s here tonight actually.”
I start looking around when she leans toward me and says softly, “ when I know I’m going to see him I always where sexy underwear, like this” she coos as she unbuttons two buttons on her blouse. She shows me a lacy red bra with nice cleavage in between the cups.
“Marie”, I , I”
“If you’d like we can finish our dinner and stop by my apartment for desert” she says looking me right in the eye.
“Maybe I can finish what Becca started . . . if you want!”
“I want! Yes, I want Marie!”
We finish our dinner with minimal conversation as we’re both anxious to get to her place for a long overdue “desert”.
We drive separately, but arrive together. We walk in the door and Marie places her handbag and keys on the hallway table. Turns to me reaching up with her right hand across my cheek and pulls me toward her for a light kiss on the cheek, again on my mouth, then a full frontal assault of her body pushing into mine and her tongue pushing its way into my mouth.
I respond by kissing her deeply. Then pulling back, kissing her neck and licking my way down to find the treasure s wrapped up in that silky red bra. I pull the lace down enough for her left nipple to pop free and I hungrily go from a light lick, to a suck, to buying her hard thickness.
She yelps, saying “I want you . . . Now” as she grips by hardness through my pants. Then she quickly opens my zipper and slips her hand inside both my dress pants and underwear, gripping me says “oh yes, I want this inside me” she says into my ear as she bites my ear, then backs away taking me by the arm into her bedroom.
She doesn’t waist time as she sets me on the edge of the bed, helps me remove my shoes and pulls down my pants.
Then she quickly reaches under her skirt, pulls her panties off, mounts me while grasping my cock and directing it right into her tunnel of love. I was ready to go, but didn’t expect a woman who had waited so long to sprint from a kiss to full penetration in about 30 seconds.
She kept going at full speed as she rode me deep, yelling “give me that big cock – I want it deep, deeeeeep, as she ground every centimeter of me inside her.
I slipped my hands under her skirt, grabbing her hips and holding on to this bucking bronco of a woman whose energy and commitment to this long-overdue fuck was so exciting.
She grabbed my shirt and yelled “Inside. I want it inside . . . I need to feel your cum from that big cock inside” as she looked directly into my eyes with the look of pure lust in her eyes.
That’s all it took as I shot stream after stream into her deepness. “Ohhhhhhhh” I yelled as I felt the ultimate pleasure of release, my cock surrounded by her wet softness gripping me.
One explosion triggered another as Marie screamed “yessssss, yessssss as her sweet cream flowed over my entrenched cock blessing it with the sugar she had held for so long.
She continued panting and shaking periodically for several minutes, not wanting to release me from her grasp. I absolutely loved it when she leaned forward slightly reaching down and sliding my member from within her, hovering there while the mix of our releases poured out of her onto my now semi-hard cock and balls.
She collapsed beside me as we cuddled up together. After a few minutes she started playing with the milky mix on my groin, drawing circles and playing, then taking a dab, raising it to her lips, tasting it and then bringing her fingers to my lips to sample.
“Yummy” I say, just like you!” as I kiss her and pull her skirt up so our midsections can enjoy further close contact. Feeling my cock nestle on top her bush as I lay there was heavenly.
“My God Marie, what took us so long to make that happen? My cock is still shaking!
“You’re not the only one shaking. That’s the best workout my pussy has had in a long time. I have to tell you, after everything that happened with Joe and his little dick, it was wonderful having your big staff all the way inside me.” We lie quietly for a few minutes, enjoying the afterglow.
I’m pondering my feelings when I say “so now that we has such a great fuck, would you be ok if I undressed you and slowly made love to you?”
“She looked into my eyes, smiled a bit and through tears said “I would love that so much” as she kissed me deeply once again.
After a minute I roll off the bed and begin unbuttoning her blouse the last few buttons, as she never rebuttoned them at the dining table. I left her beautiful bra in place, unsnapped her skirt slipping it off. Beneath it is her pretty brown triangle, shaven and trimmed just like Becca’s. I now know who the artist was who trimmed Becca. I petted her little beaver, enjoying how well done it was.
“I do it myself, Marie says, it’s something else I do when I know I’m going to see you. I make sure I have my sexiest underwear on, and I trim myself as neat as possible, in case I finally get to show it to you. Today was the day!”
“It’s beautiful” I say, and lower my head to smell her musky scent. I want more, so I lower my head further, extending my tongue to tease her sweet gash. I think to myself, “this is the first pussy I’ve tasted in 5 years, and it is so tasty!”
I lick some more and Marie allows me to push her thighs apart giving me full access to her pot of honey. My tongue goes in circles around her entrance, working up to her clit, landing there and wrapping my lips around it as she responds by rotating her hips.
Marie had a huge orgasm just 15 minutes earlier, yet her sensitivity had returned and her clit and nipples were both hard and ready for stimulation. She was being serviced properly for the first time in forever and she laid back, allowing her senses to experience it fully, and for this man to pay her body the attention it deserved. His tongue was working her so good, hitting all the right spots, and now inserting a finger into her drippy wet love shaft, working that finger in and out, pulling it out once as he raised up and slid it across her lips saying “this is us my sweet”. She held his wrist, pulling his finger into her mouth and enjoying their mixture. He knelt back down, this time shoving his tongue deep inside her, driving it up, down, in, out, all around nit wanting to miss any part.
Marie was rocking her hips now, mashing against my mouth as I now had two fingers embedded inside her, while I’m working her love button with my tongue bsck and forth. She kicks it into a higher gear now, rocking her hips in time with my fingers working her. She unsnaps her bra in front and her size 34b breasts spill out and she begins squeezing them. She shifts a bit, spreading her legs even further, one hand on her right breast, the other gripping the hair in my head & pressing me tighter to her core. She’s moaning now and I can tell it won’t be long as she pulls harder on my hair & I add a third finger into the action, this one putting pressure on her asshole which brings her to a full yell again, coupled with her bouncing on my face and “ughhhhh I’m cuming . . . drink me . . . keep kicking . . . Oh so good “ she exclaims! She is seemingly frozen now. Her clit attached to my mouth, which is fine with me. Her taste is like candy, sweet candy that you always want more of. I lick her with my tongue and hear a small yelp . I see some white cream easing out of her and slide my mouth down to enjoy it. So yummy is Marie!
I crawl back to beside Marie and she puts her arm over me, preparing to take a nap. Before I do, I ask “are you ok if I stay awhile “?
Marie replies, “ of course, stay all night if you want”.
I was so pleased to hear her say that.
As I stretched out and pulled a sheet over us, Marie put her head in my shoulder and whispered “I may need to give you an IOU.”
“What do you mean I asked ?”
You have me so relaxed and at peace, but I want to give you a long thorough blow job. One where you blow your load in my mouth. I want the taste of you in my mouth and throat. I just don’t think it would be very good right now.”
“Listen, you don’t owe me anything but I’ll still look forward to cashing in that IOU soon!
With that said and a few kisses exchanged, we drifted off to a blissful sleep, enjoying our first night together!
Lying back I reflect on the evening . . . On my daughter Becca . . . On Marie . . . The pieces mixing around in my head when it hits me . . . Marie and her ex Joe must be the couple my wife talked about years ago. He ( Joe)wanted anal sex – she (Marie) complained about his small dick.
Boy . . . this may be a fun experience!!!
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