Daddy's Dinner

by Keira Moon

  Usually, when I think someone is watching me, I turn my head for a brief moment, and see they really are not even looking in my direction. This time, when I turned my head, I saw a gorgeous woman looking right in my direction. She had her eyes on mine. Normally when you are caught staring at someone, you turn your head again to avoid the person's accusing look. She did not turn my head, and I did not offer an accusing look. Her eyes were also what made me keep my head turned from the window. They were bright blue, a thousand yards deep. I swear oceans, and lands of another world existed in those eyes. And most people would assume that when someone was staring at you, it was for reasons of concern, or disgust, or curiosity. Her eyes showed none of these. Surprisingly, her eyes reflected the reaction she had to the thoughts I had in my head. They looked almost sorry. She had a look of pity on me. Not pity coming from her thinking she was a better person than I, but pity that showed she knew exactly why I was riding on this train. She knew I came here every night. She knew my heart ached. And I think her heart shared a little bit of its own aching. Not allowing myself to stare back into her tempting eyes, I offered a small smile and looked down at the ground, instead of the window. I noticed her move from her seat, and she was soon sitting next to me on the dingy train. The horn of the train sounded as it passed another train going in the opposite direction. She had never taken her eyes off me, even when I looked away. He hand came toward me, and her fingertips touched my chin softly, lifting my head to look at her.

  When I did, her eyes changed. They once showed a look of complete sorrow, and pity. Then they changed to a look of complete understanding, as if she was trying to tell me it was all okay. Then she smiled. Some smiles can be regarded as forced, but her smile came from absolute helplessness to do otherwise. Since smiles are more often than not contagious, I smiled in return to her. Our faces began to change from solemn, remorseful reflections, to rejoicing happiness that we had found each other. I took her hands, and she squeezed mine in return. When her lips met mine I felt like I was eleven again. When I got my first kiss from a girl named Sophia, I thought I would be going to yell and sing at the same time. There was a lift-off feeling in my stomach, and I thought I might pass out from happiness. I got most of the same feelings when I kissed the stranger on the train. It was a short, brief, no-tongue kiss, but it was still nice. The way our lips fit perfectly together was like magic. I started to smile again, and we continued holding hands. I told her my name was Ian, and I was surprised she kissed me. "I'm surprised I kissed you myself, and my name is Joanna," she replied to me. I smiled and nodded, "I am happier to meet you, than anyone I have ever met before Joanna." She smiled and laughed at this. We went on talking, and riding on the train together. She told me she had been watching me for some time. I asked her why. And she said at first it was because she was attracted to me, but then she realized I wasn't really going where on the train. She wanted to come and talk to me, but she said something in my eyes made her just sit and watch.

  Then she realized that we were going through the same type of pain. Joanna had also lost a spouse. Though not because of a bullet, the pain she felt was much like my own. Her husband had cheated on her, and divorced her soon after. She had been alone since, and was struggling through life. Her friends weren't much comfort, and it was mostly because she didn't have any very close friends. We talked for a couple of hours on that train. Holding hands, and telling stories, it was like being anywhere in the world for me. Even though we were on a public transit train, her beauty, and the attraction of her eyes dissipated all the loud rocking and whistling sounds. I found myself liking to watch her eyes as much as I liked watching the window of the train. -- The train stopped at Harbor blvd., and she stood up slowly. "This is my stop." She smiled, but it was a smile of near-remorse. I could tell she didn't want to leave, and I thought she might even want me to go with her. As if she was reading my mind, she pulled on my hand, and I stood from the seat. I wanted to protest, but I realized what good it would do. She smiled and escorted me off the train. The night was cool, and there was a slight fog causing all the streetlights to look like balls of translucent light. We talked some more while we walked toward her apartment. She mostly talked, while I listened, and stole glances toward her lovely eyes. She talked about how lonely she was, and expressed how long it had been since she had had sex, without actually telling me figures. "I know you might be a little weirded out by this, but I would really like you to come to my apartment and spend time with me."

  She turned her head from watching her footsteps to look at me. I just smiled, and gave a slight nod. "I would like that Joanna," I replied. I had sincerely intended on just spending time with her. Maybe have a drink or two, but mostly talk about things. Obviously, things turned out differently. -- We sat on her couch in her small apartment. It was nice. Not big, and not too cramped. It had a very homely, personal feeling to it. She didn't have many nick-nacks or novelties, but she was well decorated. We drank coffee and talked about our past lives more, when I got that lift-off feeling in my stomach again. I think it was because my body knew what I was going to do before my mind did. My mind hadn't quite caught up until I had my lips pressed against hers again. Her lips were soft and lovely, and her mouth was warm. My tongue explored hers, rubbing it as I sucked it gently. She whimpered lightly into my kiss and pulled my hand to her waist. The events after this point turned into what seemed like a slow, rolling tornado. She laid back with me, her hands sliding up my t-shirt to feel over my chest. My hands were sliding up her sweater, feeling the bare skin of her back. Her legs were on either side of my hips, and her pelvis was grinding against mine. I could feel my hard cock pressing back against her, and she moaned slightly when she felt it grow. I broke our kiss to move my lips to her neck, kissing and licking her skin gently. She sighed at the feeling and slipped one of her hands to my hair, tugging on it gently, pressing my mouth to her neck.

  "I- haven't felt this way in a...long time," she breathed, and began grinding against my hard cock harder. "I want you to fuck me, if you promise not be gone in the morning." I gasped out the promise as I slipped her sweater off over her head. Her breasts were shockingly part, I thought for sure I would see a bra over her chest. Her hands reached down to my head, and made me sit up, pressing my face to her cleavage. I kissed and licked as best I could over her breasts, my hands rubbing her back and shoulders. She whimpered again, her hands moving from my head, down to my pants. When she had them completely undone she slipped her fingers inside and grabbed my cock, tenderly stroking it idly while I sucked her beautiful breasts. She pushed me down again, and began yanking my shoes off. I helped her, and kicked them off to the floor, and she kicked out of hers as well. Then she began groping my hips as her mouth quickly descended to my cock. As soon as I felt her warm, wet mouth on the head of my dick I saw white stars all over her apartment. I let out a whimpering, shuddering gasp and arched my head into the arm of her couch. She swirled her tongue over the head of my cock, and then began stroking her lips over my shaft, up and down. I began to moan quietly, and concentrate on how to not cum. She pulled her mouth away reluctantly, slurping her lips on the head of my cock as she did, and looked at me. I looked back at her, and I'm sure my eyes were as wide as silver dollars. She grinned slightly, and helped me get her clothes off. When she was completely naked, she took my wrist, and pulled me up from the couch.

  "Come on; let's get to the bedroom where there's more room." She smiled, and pulled my wrist as she trotted down the hall, breasts bouncing, toward her bedroom. Once there, she jumped on her bed and let out a small growl. I walked toward her, ridding myself of the rest of my clothes. I slide up onto her bed, and crawled toward her, kissing her lips as my hands slid over her smooth thighs. She smiled, and growled playfully into my kiss. Her hands rubbed over my bare ass, pulling me toward her. Joanna then tilted her head back, breaking our kiss. "God, baby. Please fuck me. I'm so hot...please," she pleaded. How was I going to argue? I groaned softly when my cock pushed slowly in
to her wet pussy. She gasped again, spreading her legs wider, and wrapping them around me. The lift-off feeling went off in my stomach again, and this time it kept lifting-off until I began to stroke into her. She moaned every time my cock dug into her pussy, moaning how good I felt, how hard my cock was, how much she needs me. I planted my hands on either side her, and began to grind my hips into her, digging my cock inside her. We kept our pace for a few minutes, fucking each other rather slowly, embellishing the feeling of it all. Her mouth was biting and gasping against my shoulder, her hand pulling at my hair gently. I began kissing and sucking on her neck and shoulder, fucking her slightly harder. "Mmm, don't stop Ian. God, you feel good." I hadn't intended on stopping anytime soon. Her pussy felt like heaven, even though I've never been...I'm sure it feels similar. Warm, inviting, comfortable.

  I rolled us over, and she planted herself on top of me, wiggling her hips slowly, and guiding her cock back inside her. She then began to ride me gently, slowly. Her head tilted back, and her hair hung loosely down her back. She was moaning when she sunk completely down onto me, and I couldn't help but admire how incredibly beautiful she was. Her hands gripped my chest, and she kept working herself on top of me. She was growing a fever, and couldn't keep a slow pace any longer. She began to bounce on my cock, grunting softly with each stroke. I started to pant softly, moaning her name. Her fingertips touched my lips and she smiled down at me, fucking my cock with her wonderful body. "Oh God! I’m cumming! Oh Ian, cum with me!" Our souls cried out at the same time, and I gripped her hips. Her fingers scratched lightly over my chest as we came together. She began to scream, yelling out how she never felt so good, and she never thought it could be this way. I was moaning loudly, our bodies tensing until I thought all of my muscles would rip. And then we crashed together, her yelling calming down into an exhausted grunt. My moaning calming to a deep, tired pant. She lay on my chest, and clutched her to me tightly, smelling her hair, and kissing her head. No, I don't think I would be gone in the morning. I think I would rather make her breakfast. But for now, I would like to sleep, just like this. Her spell had broken my loneliness.

  My first time

  When I was a young man of 17 years my favorite uncle took it upon himself to give me some free advice that I have never forgotten. "Andy", he said, "Don't make the same mistake I did. When I was young like you I was too fussy about women, so I didn't get to fuck as often as I would have liked. Don't be ashamed to have sex with uglier women, don't be ashamed if she's a little heavy. As long as she isn't filthy and dirty, then go ahead and fuck her, regardless of what your friends think. I regret being so picky, and now I'm too old to do anything about it!!" Now granted he was pretty full of beer at the time, but I looked up to him and took what he said to heart. However, like him, I was looking forward to having sex with all the "cool" girls who would have me. Fast forward a couple of years to my senior year in high school. I was a popular guy and did okay with the ladies. Our English class was divided into different study groups of four students each, and just my luck, Darlon was in my group. Darlon wasn't beautiful. She was very plain. Her folks were quite poor so she didn't dress very well, her dirty blonde hair was straight and shaggy. She didn't seem to have much of a personality either, but years of torment and teasing from her classmates probably had a lot to do with her sour demeanor. Her only redeeming qualities were that she had a pretty good body, but no guy in my class would ever admit that to another, and she had fantastic lips. Full, red, and pouty. But still....she was just plain Darlon. Plain, ugly Darlon. It happens that we had a project to do, and it was decided we should get together on the weekend to decide what we were gonna do. Darlon offered to have it at her place since it was more or less central to where the rest of us lived.

  We agreed to meet there on Sunday afternoon. The other guys in my group confided to me that there was no way they were gonna go to her house, and suggested that I should ditch too...but grades were too important to me, and I didn't want to hurt her feelings. I pulled into her driveway, a long narrow lane that led to an old house not visible from the main road. It was the first time I'd ever seen it, and it was a good thing it was hidden. It was old looking, beat up with shutters barely hanging on. The paint was peeling off..one window was covered with see-thru plastic, another one just with a garbage bag. As I parked my car and got out, I met her mother who was just leaving. She was charming and seemed happy that her daughter had a friend. She told me Darlon was inside and that she would be away for the afternoon. Just as she was getting into her car she hollered to me jokingly, "Now you kids behave yourselves while I'm gone !!"...I laughed and said not to worry...but inside I was thinking..."yeah.I don't think you have much to worry about !!!" I walked inside and found Darlon at the kitchen table with her books out. The inside of the house was a stark contrast to the outside. While the furnishings weren't expensive or fashionable, they were nice and made the place feel very homey. But it didn't take long for my eyes to divert back to Darlon. She stood up and offered me a Pepsi, which I accepted. As she went to the fridge I could barely take my eyes off her. She was wearing a pair of tight cut-off jean shorts, and a white t-shirt, just as snug. I never realized how large her breasts were, but I sure noticed how they bounced as she strode across the kitchen floor.

  She opened the fridge and bent over to get the Pepsi from the bottom shelf, and my eyes must have bulged out of my head when I noticed the bottom of her ass cheeks sticking out ever so slightly from her shorts. Suddenly, as if in a dream, my uncle's words came flooding back to me. I was getting aroused by this girl !! She asked me to sit down, her voice snapping me out of my trance. God, she was so homely, so plain...but I wanted to fuck her and I couldn't get my mind off of it. But we hit the books, and for a while, I managed to concentrate on the task at hand. After a few hours we managed to get a lot accomplished so we decided to take a break. She refreshed my Pepsi and invited me onto the back deck. We sat on the bench and talked small talk, and I realized that Darlon was a nice girl, no one ever took the time to get to know her. By now it was about 5 pm, but the sun on the back porch was hot. Darlon's skin was glistening in the heat, and her top was sticking to her body. Her full breasts were teasing me, and I began to get aroused again. She was talking away...I could hear her but I wasn't listening. We were sitting sideways on the bench now, facing each other. My eyes darting from her eyes to her breasts, to her crotch, and back again. I couldn't concentrate, and I think she noticed, but she never let on that she did. To this day I can't tell you what we talked about on that bench, but we began to sit closer together, her leg touching mine. I was hard. I was harder than I had ever been in my life. My cock was straining to get out of my shorts, and I knew how visible it was. Darlon placed her hand on my leg and leaned towards me, seemingly unsure of herself. I closed my eyes and kissed her. A slow, soft kiss. She pulled back and looked at me, but didn't say anything. Then she placed her hands behind my head and came to me again, and we kissed hard and passionately. She began rubbing my aching cock through my shorts, and I moaned in response.

  I slid my arm underneath the back of her t-shirt and rubbed her back. She lifted off my shirt, and kissed my chest, sucking on my nipples before returning to my mouth. I moved my hand around to the front of her shirt and felt her huge breasts through her bra. Then I went lower, massaging her crotch. She felt so hot between her legs, and even though her tight jean shorts I swear I could feel her wetness. Suddenly she got down on her knees on the deck floor as I sat on the bench. She undid my shorts and slid them down to my ankles, my cock springing out and almost hitting her in the face. She took it in her hands and stroked it as she buried her face into my balls, tonguing me, licking me...then she slowly dragged her tongue up my shaft, looking into my eyes as she did. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. I could tell I was about to get the best blowjob of my life, and Darlon never looked better than she did right now with my cock in her warm hands. She let some spit drop from her gaping mouth onto my throbbing tool and used it to moiste
n my shaft. She continued stroking me, working it in, and then she poised her lips at the top of my cock, teasing the head. She plunged down slowly and I savored every second. Inch by inch she took me into her mouth, and I watched as nearly my entire seven inches disappeared. Then she pressed her lips even tighter around me as she slid back up my shaft, her hand firmly gripped around the base. She stroked me and told me how beautiful my cock was...she looked into my eyes as she sucked me like that some more. She slapped my meat against her cheeks, and then devoured me again. She licked my shaft and massaged my balls, telling me she wanted me to cum. I was getting pretty close to that point, but I desperately wanted this to last. Darlon knew how to suck a cock...who knew? She stopped for a second and took her shirt off. She had the biggest tits I had ever seen except for in dirty movies and such. She unsnapped her bra and they spilled out. Her nipples were big and hard. Her aureola was a deep pink color, the size of quarters. I sat up so I could touch them. I squeezed them together, played with her erect nipples, and begged for her to let me kiss them. But she told me to sit back again and I was in no mood to argue.

  I laid back and she brought her heavy breasts to my cock. She picked them up with her hands and pulled them apart, placing my rigid cock between them, and then squeezing them together. My dick was still wet from her sucking, and so I began to move my hips, fucking her tits. Then she released my cock from her breast's pillowy grip and continued sucking me. She only put about two inches into her mouth, sucking the head very hard, and used her hand to jerk me off. I began to moan as I could feel my balls tighten. She moved her mouth to my balls, sucking them into her mouth as she stroked me quickly, then suddenly she began probing my ass with her tongue. It sent me over the edge. I announced I was going to explode...She immediately returned to my cock, slamming her face into me harder than ever, her hand wrapped around the base making circular jerking motions. I yelled again that I was going to cum, but she didn't relent. I exploded with a vengeance, it felt like the largest load I had ever released, but she kept sucking me, jerking me. Wave after wave of cum I spewed into her mouth, and finally, I could see a thick gob of it running out of her mouth down my shaft. It was too much for her to swallow, but God love her, she tried. As my orgasm subsided she took her mouth off my cock. I could see the stringy goo gathered in her mouth, sticking to her teeth. She licked my tool clean, making sure to get the stuff she didn't take in the first time. I felt as if I was in a daze...I was sweating even though I barely moved from the bench. She kissed my cock and stroked it softly. She asked me if I enjoyed that and I said I did...and I thanked my uncle to myself. Darlon sat on the bench again beside me and we kissed. I could taste my salty cum mixed with her saliva. I stood up and in front of her, my half hard cock swinging. She looked at me and smiled, and said she wanted more of that. This time I knelt down on the patio and unbuttoned her tight shorts. She helped me lower them off her wide hips, and I slid them completely off revealing a soaking wet pair of white panties that did little to hide the fat hairy pussy underneath. I rubbed my hand over her mound, and she moaned softly. I leaned forward and kissed her wet panties, she was so wet, I could taste her sweet juices.