Daddy's Dinner

by Keira Moon

  You know where I must lead you. Inviting you to lay down on the bed with me, I direct you to lie on your tummy. Typically female, you secretly enjoy my emotionally controlling aspect here. You know exactly how vulnerable you now appear in that position and it excites you. You wriggle slightly – nature at play - merely ensuring a continued biological interest. Patting your bottom merely kick-starts the hormonal flow – for both of us! Before you can even think "I wish he'd stop being so damn genteel about this," I begin to push up that inviting little skirt once more. At the point your panties are fully exposed, I think that gasp we just heard may have been mine! So how do you look? So how do you feel! Playfully, I sit astride you near the base of your spine and then slip my hands beneath your shoulders until I am able to cup both your breasts. No physiotherapy ever devised was ever thus so jointly therapeutic. You murmur as you hold your arms outstretched. "Oh, that is so nice Robert!" Considering this possibly one of the greatest understatements of modern times, I nuzzle your lovely neck and just whisper how much I have always wanted you. You turn your head slightly – enough let's say for me to be able to lean across and kiss you soundly on the lips. I'm not even thinking of you at that moment I realize. In fact, my mind goes back to my being twelve years old. Ages and continents apart, in quite another time, I remember suddenly poor old Mrs. Cherry. I don't even know who she was. Simply an unutterably old lady – completely informed and in her nineties.

  My Aunt had taken her in and cared for her many years earlier. She was in her seventies herself then. Once in a while, I would ride my bicycle the few miles from my home to my Aunt's house where I would cut her tiny back-lawn - little more than hack-it really, with a pair of pretty blunt shears she used to hang in the rotted old garden shed out back. She always gave me half-a-crown...insisted I should have it, although I had only gone there to help her, as she had severe back trouble and could not crouch down for long periods. Never did I fail to look-in and see Mrs. Cherry in her darkened annex as she lay on that decrepit old bed. The little room smelled of urine and approaching death, and yet she would take my hand and smile at me. I loved her. This one afternoon after I had done what I could with the grass, I was ushered into her room of faded hopes and dreams. I looked down as she slowly sought my hand and near blind now, pressed something into it. It was a two-shilling piece. No gift ever carried greater sentiment. She died that weekend and it is only now for some reason that I realize, that but for the overlapping vagaries of time itself, it could so easily have been her lying on this bed awaiting my touch and maybe some physical evidence of the love I hold. Maybe you are here, and we are destined to cross paths for all eternity. The memories upset me momentarily and I hug you and kiss you need fully. You turn over and cradle me suddenly. I feel like such a little boy. You ask me if everything is alright but I assure you I have never felt happier. It is the truth.

  I have a pressing need to remove your top and for some reason, you sense my urgency. You let me undo the necessary buttons and then shuck the thing off as I pull down your bra straps and reach around to unhook you. Free of social confinements the sheer beauty of your breasts stuns me. I am no longer the master of your sexual destiny but rather a student lover in awe of his beautiful teacher. As my lips latch upon your nipple you sigh and lie back. I suck deeper and feel you pulling me to you. Kissing you becomes a desperate need and I whisper words that no literate script-writer would ever be likely to have penned. One hand follows the southern freeway, past your belly button, across the flatlands and clear beneath the elastic border. There is no toll to pay. The odd gorse bush is no deterrent and my fingers reach the fringes of Nirvana. I sense I am a welcome visitor and not waiting for an announcement, slip inside where it is so warm and accommodating. Beneath me, your hips thrust noticeably upwards, meeting my own downward and gently invasive penetrations. I need to see that which I can feel. You need to show that which no longer demands to be hidden. Slipping your panties down, I am presented with that supreme architectural accomplishment that I have seen and thrilled to so many times before. Yet it is uniquely different – it is you. The balance of power shifts yet again. Your emotions peel back upon themselves and as you lie there now, a vulnerable and dependent little girl once again, I am Columbus, Genghis Khan, Thomas Edison, Euclid – on the verge of a new discovery. I remove my own clothes and none too confidently at that. It is simply the unfamiliarity, not embarrassment that impedes my actions. Divested of your skirt you are equally naked and both physically and mentally prepped for what is to follow.

  I am still kneeling there between your legs when I realize you have gently taken a hold of my erection and even now are lovingly caressing it along its length. Distracted to the point of feverish need, I manage to stave off my blindly motivated recreational urges, preferring instead to let you suffer the indignity of having to make the first move. I am made to pay for my laughably ill-conceived arrogance. How to like me you prove to be ultimately, quite obviously realizing the emotional connections far outweigh the physical ones. As if sensing the impasse, we lay now facing each other side by side – neither with any sexual advantage. From this fully neutral viewpoint, it takes but the simplest of shared impulses to set in motion all that we both want. All that we ever wanted. We kiss. Those millions of nerve endings suddenly hot-wired and sending frantic messages to all points of the compass are but one aspect of kissing. The instantly opened-up two-way passage of emotional feedback, the taste of desire, the starter's pistol – all this and so much more. Did I place my erection at those beautiful lower lips? Did you? Does it matter? As I push gently up inside you.....nothing matters, simply being there! I study your lovely expression as you open your mouth in silent ecstasy – feeling everything I am doing to you. I take a hold of your hips and thrust up..harder now. Your eyes begin to cloud over and the moans gain volume. I kiss your breasts as you now arch backward providing me with complete access to your wholly erect nipples. It is like making love to a furnace

  I am in control as I must be and between the kisses you so desperately seek I whisper words of a language that offers no grammatical perfection, no right or incorrect phraseography, simply an open-ended dialog of impassioned communicative bliss. With your knees as wide as you can comfortably spread them, I am afforded such penetrable latitude that already I feel the onset of rampant seminal marshaling deep down between my own legs. Your condition has deteriorated. If this continues you may well be on life support pre-orgasm! I am taking you now so deep and with such relish that you have almost passed-out. Only the wonderful smile on your face betrays that you are still aware of your surroundings. Even as I incline my head and once again kiss those ultimately desirable lips, I cum inside you with the force of a water-cannon. I do not withdraw. Rather, I remain inside you, feeling my discharge combining with your own orgasmic fluids. What is perhaps the closest and most binding of emotions right now is the realization that I love you?

  Jack's Return

  It had been five years since Jack returned to his home in Arizona, not one day had passed when Caroline did not cross his mind, not once did he fall asleep without Joan on his mind. His days were cluttered with thoughts of her, he saw her everywhere. Every time the phone rang he hoped it was her. He wondered if she ever thought of him, how could she not think of him after where they had been and what they had shared together. Jack could not forget how her body twisted when she was having an orgasm or how he had to literally hold her down when he was sucking on her clitoris while she was cuming. He remembered the first time he penetrated her luscious body, she felt good to be inside and was really willing to oblige him. Joan had him so bothered that for a moment he forgot she was a lady. Joan showed him her appreciation by showing him how a lady fucks her man. After Caroline fucked him, she wanted him to fuck her again and after he did it again she wanted him one more time and that was how it happened. It was Caroline who sat down at his table and it was Joan who agreed to return to his room and it was Joan who unbuttoned her blouse and it was Caroline who
took his hands and placed them upon her breast. Jack was willing to take some of the credit but the advances were all hers. Jack did provide the shaft she took in her hand and guided him to her pleasures. The pleasures of Caroline were unlike anything before, she took hold of him gently, and she guided him inside her gently then she proceeded to take him to his orgasm gently.

  When she was certain he was finished Joan began working on her own orgasm in a most ladylike fashion. Joan exploded with dignity the first time. Their next orgasms were sought after; it was not as easy the second as it was the first time. There was more pushing and shoving this time and when Joan exploded the second time she was not as dignified. Jack enjoyed Joan more the second time around and it was apparent that she was enjoying him as well because he had never seen a woman enjoy being penetrated as much as Caroline did. Joan took him stroke after stroke after stroke, while he was straining to continue she smiled up at him and said, "slow down." Jack was not sure whom the consideration was for, was the slow down for him so he could last longer or was the slow down for her so he could last longer inside her. He slowed down and began to relax, he was certain of the feeling but not of the circumstance, relaxing was not a portion of a sexual encounter that he was used to, encounters demanded his full attention, at least up to this one anyway. Jack was surprised how comfortable Joan was to be on top of, all the parts seem to fit and her lips were right below his, he leaned down into a kiss, her mouth was partly open. Caroline sent her tongue through his parted lips, he felt the pressure start to build in his penis. Jack's tongue began to penetrate her lips; he felt his erection become stronger and he began thrusting into her. Caroline wrapped her long white legs around his body in an effort to slow him down. Jack was cumming and she could not stop him, so she did the next best thing she made an attempt to hasten her own but it was too late, he came and she could tell he was losing himself fast. Jack apologized to Joan, "I'm sorry," he said, She replied, "There are other ways to please me". Jack had been down this road before he was not anxious to go down on her and meet his own ejaculation. Joan squirmed a little to show him what she wanted him to do to her, Jack hesitated, "Are you afraid to take out of me what you put in me" Caroline? asked. She did not have to go any further, he knew what she wanted and he did not want to do it to her, reluctantly he started down her body she opened her thighs to him and he nestled his head between her legs. His tongue swept through her labia then he stuck his tongue into her as far as he could, Caroline moaned, Jack did not find being nestled between her thighs uncomfortable at all, his ejaculation was mixed with her taste and he found her taste quite acceptable. Once Jack had gotten over the initial shock of being where he was and liking being there he became more aggressive with her. Caroline started groaning and he knew she would not last much longer. Jack started sucking harder on her, she continued groaning until she could no longer contain herself, then she let herself go. Jack had asked her if she wanted him to take her home, she politely denied his request, he stayed in the bed and watched her while she dressed"

  Haven't you seen a woman dress before" she asked him. Jack replied "Yes I have but prefer when they undress," Caroline laughed, then blew him a kiss then opened the door and left. Jack was interested where the woman who had spent the last three hours in bed with him lived, as soon as she closed the door he was up. Jack dressed partially and followed her up the hill staying in the shadows as not to detected by her, it was evident she was used to walking up the hill. He watched her enter her home on Elm Street he also noticed that at no time did Joan ever turn around to see if she was being followed. He began putting her profile together, mother and wife, in physically good shape, an observance he made as he followed her up the hill, and fantastic in bed and has a great deal of confidence. Jack's wakeup was the starting up of the two diesel engines down at the end of the building, as he turned over he caught a scent of Joan's perfume that had lingered on the pillow. He rose with the anticipation of her return, now faced with a handful he pondered the thought of taking himself manually, Joan was clearly on his mind and he was a few strokes away from his orgasm when there was knock on the door. One of the truck drivers was standing waiting outside, "Is that your bike down there?" he said as he pointed to the end of the building. Jack agreed that it was his bike. The driver told him it was a very close turn down there, would he like to come down and move it so it doesn't get sideswiped. "I'll be a minute," he said as he ducked back inside.

  The erection that was created from Joan's scent was still present and the overwhelming urge to jerk off on the spot had to be postponed due to the awaiting truck driver outside. He tucked himself back in his trousers, finished dressing and went outside to move his bike. Surprising enough the weather today was warmer than yesterday and the thought of riding down to the cape was an appealing one, the thought of riding Joan was even more appealing, he probably would never tell her but last night was the ride of his life. Still not having decided the day's events he parked his motor in front of the room and left it running it was purring when he came outside, he adjusted the choke and the purr became a rumble. Blue noticed the maid was on her way down the walkway, he approached her and explained that he was expecting a lady named Joan to visit him, would she let her in his room? The maid agreed to provide she identified herself, Jack thanked her and then went to get some gas, lest Joan did not return. Jack was surprised when he entered his room; Joan was standing in front of the bureau with the pictures of his family in her hand. "Your married," she said, "You are too" he replied, then he said, "You look nice." She smiled and began to unbutton her dress. Jack stepped forward and relieved her of the task of undressing herself. Joan remembered what he had said about his preference with women that he preferred to watch them undress, he had failed to mention that he enjoyed undressing them as well. He continued undressing her and once she was completely naked, she began to unfasten his trousers. Joan was well into his shorts by the time he had his hands upon her breast. She knelt down before him and took him into her mouth when she had him as hard as he had ever been she took him to the bed. Miraculously they were both undressed before they lay down together; she took hold of his shaft and guided him inside her body, he gave her a few quick thrusts as a prelude as to what was to come. Joan put her hands upon his chest and said, "Take it easy, I'm not going anywhere". Resisting an orgasm was difficult to do he was not accustomed to the "Take it easy" he was used to getting in and getting it off. Jack tried to relax in accordance with how she prescribed. Joan moved into a position that was uncomfortable for him, he withdrew from her. "What's wrong?" he asked. "You're going to wear yourself out," she replied. Jack smiled and said, "can't have that" he answered in a sarcastic tone. Joan rolled out of the bed stood up and said "I didn't come down here for sarcasm, I came down here for that dick of yours, you want to fuck me? Fine! I want to get fucked, but I don't want your fucking smart ass remarks."

  It was at that point Jack felt he had made a grave mistake by making that comment; "I'm sorry" he answered. Joan walked around the room for a minute. She stopped and said, "you dam well ought to be". After making her statement she lay down on the bed with him, "we have all day, so just take it easy" she whispered to him. That was interesting Jack thought, the best piece of ass he ever had just given him an ass chewing, along with the ass chewing she gave him she also took his concentration away and now he was nearly dickless. Joan smiled at Jack, she was well aware of what happened to him, "Lose something," she said wearing a big grin. "The dick you came down here for vanished" he replied. Caroline answered, "I can get it back if you promise to slow down". Jack was not in any position to argue with her, he wanted it back alright, he wanted to have her hand grasp him like she did the first time and have her hand guide him into her. Caroline pressed her body into his and slowly kissed her way down his body until she came to his genitals, she stopped kissing his body and began fondling him, this was a brand new sensation for him, he had never been in a position where the woman was the aggressor. Caroline fondled him in
to a semi and then took him into her mouth. Jack's thoughts were to relax and he did the best he could but she was driving him wild with the way she handling him. Jack really didn't care what came next, what could be better than this; here he was flat on his with one of the biggest erections he had ever seen, with a lovely lady sucking on him, and he was willing for her to continue until the very end. Jack felt that now it didn't make a difference if he came or not, because what she was doing to him felt so fanfuckingtastic he did not want it to end. "Let it last," he said softly. "Let it last". Caroline was taking him slowly, he was well aware of her tactics, take him this way and then he goes down on her. Jack thought this one-sided oral sex encounter was fantastic and he would carried it one step further, he would do her at the same time. Jack reached out and put his hand on her thigh. Joan looked at him and gave him a smile with her eyes as he spread her legs apart, she stayed with him as he negotiated the body positioning, he ended up on his side. Joan was on her back leaning into his body, she gave a little twist and he was home, her honey pot was a mouthful away and he latched onto her.