Arousing Daddy's

by Taylor Sparks

  "I'll have to take a different approach." I thought.

  When it got close to closing time, I went into the sauna with my Swiss army knife. It was easily concealed in my hand and I just sat and steamed. It was hard to see anything the steam was so thick.

  Before long the trainer came in, dropped his towel and sat down. I took note of his body and remarked what a great looking guy he was. Ah, pride, what an ally when it motivates someone else.

  He chuckled, stood up, flexing his pecks and turned and flexed his gluts. I added that his cock was remarkable, too. He turned and put his hand under it and flopped it for me.

  I swooned and said. "I haven't ever seen one like that; it really looks delicious."

  He was digging this for sure. I had wondered if he wasn't bi-sexual, so I asked him, "Can I touch it?"

  He said, "Sure, come over here, you can lick it too if you want, even suck it."

  "Oh, goody", I replied and knelt between his knees in that steam room.

  I took his erect cock in my hand, brought my other hand up to his balls. His head went back and his eyes closed.

  Now, the blade on my little Swiss army knife isn't too big, about 1 ? inch long but it is razor sharp. I grabbed his balls like I had a sack of marbles and in one slice I was holding his sack and testicles in my hand.

  He never felt a thing for a moment. Blood came spurting out of his vacated scrota;

  I told him, "You'll bleed to death quickly if you don't stop the flow of blood."

  He jammed his hands against his body between his legs and went screaming outside the sauna for help.

  I dropped his balls in the trash, covered them up with some paper towels, showered, got dressed and left.

  The trainer had never seen me before, so in the steam room he never really got much of a look at me, he was so hung up on his ego, he hardly even noticed me and couldn't give the police any kind of accurate description.

  I was questioned by police, because my name was in the register as having been in the gym during the day, but so were dozens of others. I was just one suspect among many. They'd have to have more than they had to arrest and convict me.

  I called the golf pro and asked him if he'd heard about the trainer and what happened to him. Fearfully, he said he had.

  I mentioned to him that he'd had a warning, "did you remember it?"

  He said "I sure as hell do and I'll heed it." My secret would be safe.

  Actually, though I didn't want to go to jail, I really didn't care at the time. I was distressed over my wife's infidelity and lying. Maybe I was a little suicidal for a while. So, I didn't think too clearly. I left a loose end with the golf pro, but he never came forward, so my life continued in solitude. I lucked out.

  I heard that he left town. He quit the club without notice and gave no forwarding address a few weeks later.

  I filed for divorce on 'grounds of irreconcilable differences.' took the job offered me at a larger pay grade and better benefits and perks in Boulder.

  My wife was a pain, but I was done with her and she gradually faded from my heart and from mind. It was like a bad injury. Your body will heal, given time. My heart was healing with time. I left her everything, including the bills. I just took my own clothes and personal effects, my car was loaded and full, but she got everything else. We came out about even.

  So, I found myself in Boulder, the Party town and home of the University of Colorado Buffaloes. My neighbor Karen had played 2 years of volleyball for McCook, Nebraska junior college. And CU Boulder offered her lots of incentives to play for them her junior and senior year, which she wanted to do.

  Karen's dad called me when they found out she would be going to school in Boulder her junior year. They were coming to the school a month early to look the town and the area over a bit and wanted to know if they could stay with me.

  I had two extra bedrooms and large enough house to easily accommodate them, plus they had been long time friends and neighbors of mine.

  Karen and her dad had been in my house for two days. I never asked about Heather, and they didn't offer anything which was fine with me.

  I had moved on, but, I smelled Heather on Ken the moment he walked in the door. His cell rang at dinner on the second night and his face went pale and then red.

  Karen saw this and asked her dad, "what is it daddy?"

  The smell he emitted at that moment was alarming to me, I had smelled that before and it was male arousal. My guess was that it was Heather on the line, calling him from back home in McCook.

  When he hung up, he was silent for a few moments.

  Karen was alarmed and she badgered him to tell her what the call was about.

  He said, "Baby, I need to get back to McCook. That was my boss. The company is downsizing, my job may be on the chopping block. I need to get back there and see if I can't save it.

  Bill, will you let her stay the rest of the month and help her get into school and into her apartment when it comes open?" The cockhound was going back because his girlfriend, my ex, had put her foot down, or something.

  He would leave his daughter at this important time for her so he could get laid. What a doofus.

  "Absolutely Ken, you go do your best, cultivate your boss a little, I'll see to everything here that needs attention." I offered.

  I knew he was going back to "cultivate" the neighbor.

  Karen admonished, "Daddy, maybe I should come back with you. You will need someone; since mom is gone you'll be all alone."

  Ken replied, "Baby, this is your college education. This is your future; you will get experience here and prepare for your life as a coach. Put your shoulder to the wheel and take advantage of this opportunity. It may never come again."

  "He's right, Karen." I said. "He's tough and resilient. He needs to go and put HIS shoulder to HIS wheel too and worrying about you will deflect some of his energy. My advice is stay here and we'll get you started. You are welcome here and I will be happy to get you moved over to your apartment when it becomes available and show you around campus in the meanwhile."

  I was trying to protect her, and I definitely was looking forward to spending a month alone in my house with this willow fox.

  She relented and the next morning he was off to McCook and to enter the 'wolves den' fighting for his way of life-right.

  She and I watched him drive off and she turned to me and cried, finally hugging me. "I guess this is my first day as an adult isn't it Mr. Bill."

  "Karen," I said, "you'll do great. Let's get ourselves together and I'll show you around Boulder."

  Karen always has a scent about her that is different from most women. For one thing, she always seems to give off those pheromones of arousal. It has always puzzled me, because most women have definite times when they are not aroused, but Karen always seems to be, according to her smell.

  I have fantasized that "It is me; she's just hot for me."

  "It's too much to ask," I have told myself a hundred times.

  We poked around Boulder that first day; I bought her lunch at a sidewalk hot dog stand on the Pearl Street mall. It was a warm summer day, and her silky blonde hair, blonde eyebrows and blonde eyelashes glistened white in the late July sun. She was so interesting to look at with her tanned skin and blue eyes, and to already know that she is blonde all over was maddening. Her trim, athletically fit figure, lean and yet petite on that tall frame, made her a walking dream.

  All the guys who saw her that day were mesmerized, as was I. She was beyond beautiful, she was remarkable.

  Karen is bright, intelligent, and witty and can be a practical joker. When I got home, I went in the bathroom and started to piss in the toilet...the pee went everywhere, on the floor and on my legs and shoes. I stopped the stream and looked down into the toilet only to realize she had stretched cellophane across it; the little wench.

  When I came out of the bathroom, she was rolling on the couch laughing at me, her legs bent at the knee and her feet in the air. It was summer and s
he had short shorts on, so it provided me quite a show of sheer yellow panties with a tuft of blonde pubic hair poking out one side.

  "Damn, was that my arousal I smelled? Yes, and hers too."

  "It's ok," I told her, "the sun shines on every dog's ass at one time or another; I'll get you back and it will be in spades."

  She howled at me when I said that. We were flirting. Me 38, tall 6'3" 225 lbs. sandy hair, green eyes; and she 21 5'7" blonde all over, tanned and 125 with those baby blue eyes.

  She asked if we could have a drink before dinner and wine with dinner. "After all, I am 21 and an adult now."

  I said, "of course, you certainly are that."

  I was making spaghetti. I asked her what she would like and she asked for Rum and Coke.

  I had a big jug of 101 still unopened so I told her,"You'll have to limit herself to just the one bottle."

  I made 2 tall ones, and we visited while we cooked and drank.

  She asked me about my marriage. she asked a lot of questions about us,Heather and me.

  "How often did you have sex?

  "What positions did you like?

  "Did you do oral?" things like that. It was probing and personal.

  After her second drink, she told me that she'd always been attracted to me.

  She said, "When she was little I was so tall, strong and handsome and I was her first crush, but," she said, I have never gotten over you and still to this day have my, 'thoughts.'"

  She was loosening up with each gulp of her rum and coke.

  She admitted that when she had her first date that night and I was there when she got home, that she was so horny and had masturbated in her room, and then she came out to where her dad and I were and she was still leaking and thinking what it would be like to kiss me.

  I told her, "Well if you are still wondering, the kisser is still intact."

  She downed her third and fourth tall drinks in two, or three, big gulps each, got up off the stool she was sitting on and staggered over to me. I was standing at the stove, stirring the spaghetti sauce.

  She nuzzled up to me, put her arms around my neck and pulled me down to her open mouth, closed her eyes and kissed the shit out of me.

  Her lips and tongue were cold with the ice and drinks, yet her lips and tongue were hot with desire.

  She licked my lips and teeth and sucked my tongue into her mouth. She pressed her braless little breasts into my upper abdomen, I could feel her hard little pencil eraser sized nipples scraping the inside of her shirt on my stomach. The scent of her arousal was maxing out my sensory organ, nose, my cock was rock hard poking her in her belly.

  When we broke off the kiss, she was grinding her crotch into my thigh, leaving a wet spot on my leg.

  She gasped, "Mr. Bill, I have to admit, I've had dreams about you. I have wanted you for over 12 years, since I was 9. I've watched you and every time I see you I get horny. Mr. Bill, I'm still a virgin. I have masturbated lots thinking about you through the years and even bled one time when I stuck a hairbrush in me. Please, Mr. Bill, take me and make a woman out of me. I am about to enter school, guys are always trying to get in my pants, but I am inexperienced and I have always wanted you to be my first. I've waited for you, and now this opportunity seems to have presented itself and I am so glad to be here with you." She babbled that all out, almost incoherently.

  I realized she was begging me. She had put herself on the line and was afraid I'd reject her.

  "You've been drinking Karen. I have had thoughts about you, too. I've fantasized about you; I've known you were aroused around me many times. But, tonight, you are drunk. We are going to eat, and then you are going to go to bed, alone and sleep. Tomorrow is another day; we will see what it brings." I told her.

  She sat at the table and pouted. She asked for another drink but I told her that dinner was ready and there was no time for another drink.

  We ate in silence until her dad called to say that he'd made it home. She slurred her words some and he asked about it. She said that we'd had a drink before dinner and she was famished, so it kind of hit her a little hard, but we were eating now and she'd be ok. They wished each other well, exchanged their love and hung up.

  Karen slurred, "Mr. Bill, I apologize. I had it in my head that you wanted me as bad as I've wanted you. I mean, our glances and teases over the years, you know. I feel so foolish." And she cried.

  "Karen, eat your dinner. It's getting cold and you are still drunk. Nothing is what it seems right now, ok?"

  Karen could not hold her liquor at all. She was about to pass out and be sick. I could see it in her face; I picked her up and she threw up all over me and herself right there in the kitchen. Let me tell you, for a man with a nose like mine, that was overload. I puked just as hard all over us both too.

  I just headed for the shower. I lay her in the bottom, took my own clothes off, still retching at the smell and then pulled her shirt over her head exposing the puffiest sweetest nipples I'd ever seen. Pointing kind of inward, a little like a cross-eyed person, puffy and hard as rocks, They were so unique. I pulled her shorts and panties off with one motion. Her panties stuck to her pussy as they were sliding down, plastered there by the copious amount of secretions she had been oozing.

  The smell of her aroused pussy, pubic hair matted and soaked, was nearly as intoxicating as the smell of our mixed vomit was overwhelming.

  I turned the shower on, it was cold and the water just splashed down onto her body as it was warming up. She never moved, she was out. I rinsed her off and then stood with my feet on either side of her while I washed off.

  Some of what I rinsed off me fell on her, so I had to get down and literally use soap and washcloth and clean her off.

  I jacked off all over her as the shower was running and it rinsed my white seed off her as soon as it landed.

  As I washed her, I lingered a bit on those puffy breasts and combed her silky blonde pussy hair with my fingers rubbing her drenched slit.

  Finally, out of hot water, I dried her off the best I could.

  The hardest part about carrying someone who is out when you have a rock hard on is the fear of breaking your cock while getting her up off the floor and carrying her to her room and putting her into her bed.

  But, I managed and went back into the bathroom and shook off another load. Then I cleaned up in the kitchen and bathroom and went to bed.

  Morning came and I was just starting the coffee when I heard Karen in the bathroom retching. She had the dry heaves.

  After 20 minutes she came out in just panties and a t-shirt. As pretty as she is, as sick as she was, she looked like a dream.

  But, I could smell her breath and told her,"we'll get some toast in you and then you can go clean up."

  She was embarrassed and quiet.

  By noon, Karen was doing a lot better. She'd been able to eat and clean herself up good. She asked if I had done anything last night to her. I told her, "yes, I washed the puke off you, took your clothes off and stood in the showerk over you, naked, and washed the puke off myself, and then washed you good and put you to bed."

  "We were in the shower naked together?" she asked.

  "We sure as hell were." I said. "You puked and then I puked. There was no other way."

  "Did you see my....."

  "I saw your everything. I carried you nude into your room, while I was nude and my hard cock was jabbing and bouncing off you. You nearly broke it in half. But, I never stuck it in you."

  "Oh, Mr. Bill, I am so, so sorry."

  "It happened. We made a memory Karen. Well, I made a memory and you slept through my memory." I laughed.

  She kind of chuckled then laughed out loud with me.

  She is definitely ornery. She didn't let up. "So, I've actually touched your, your...penis?"

  "Oh, yeah. And it was wonderful," I teased. "I also touched your breasts, nipples and combed the puke out of your pussy hair with my fingers."

  She was not going to let me have the victory.
She stood up, pulled her t shirt off and slipped out of her panties, "so this will be nothing new to you then, right?"

  I blanched. What true magnificent beauty. How I wanted her.

  "Karen, I...."

  "Mr. Bill, I was drunk. I admit. But I remember telling you how I had the hots for you all the years we lived next door to one another. I mean that. I have the hots for you. I still do and I have for many years. I'm not drunk now, please make love to me." Karen asked demurely.

  She sauntered over to me and pulled my spandex jogging shorts down. She nearly broke my cock again trying to get them off me, because it was so hard. She took it in hand and admired it for a few seconds and then opened her throat and sucked my entire length down it. I came pretty quickly and she giggled as she took every drop in her mouth.

  I gently lay her on the floor in my carpeted living room and cupped my tongue and dug some of her juices out of her pussy. I nuzzled my nose on her clitoral hood and inhaled deeply, jamming my tongue inside her. I inserted a finger inside her as I was licking and kissing her pussy and she came very hard, nearly breaking my neck with her athletic legs squeezing me. I actually had a headache after that for a while.

  She rolled me over and straddled me. Without touching my cock with her hands, she impaled herself on it, rising up with her athletic abilities and touching the head with her pussy, then slowly lowering herself onto me until she was fully seated, the tip of it knocking on her cervix.

  She shimmied forwards and backwards several times rapidly, and then she planted her feet and jammed up and down hard on it until she began to climax again. She used my cock so hard I thought it would break off, yet again. This athletic girl was satiating her lifelong lusts and I was the object of her desire. Oh, happy day.

  I couldn't get enough of her unique, puffy breasts. They were so sensitive. She loved to have me touch, tickle, rub, kiss lick and pull them. And to think this was her first time.

  The month went quickly. Karen and I had sex in every room in my house, some of them many times. We had sex on the Pearl Street Mall, we had sex in front of the admissions hall on campus, and we had sex in many places, that month, in Boulder. We went up to the mountains west of Boulder and had sex in the brush, next to a hiking trail. She was insatiable, but so was I.