Gender: Male Age: Secret Location: Pacific Northwest
|Introduction: Married to a woman I didn't love, I let myself be seduced by my daughter's girlfriend Lindsay.|
My daughter's girlfriends - Lindsay 1
Married to a woman I didn't love, I let myself be seduced by my daughter's girlfriend Lindsay.
"Hi Dad," Megan called out as she came into the house.
"Hey sweetie," I yelled back from the living room.
"Hi Mr. Martin," came a second voice. I recognized it right off. It was a long time friend of my daughter.
"Hi Lindsay," I called back. My daughter Megan and Lindsay were both 13. They had been friends for several years, now both of them in the 8th grade together. Though both about 5 feet tall, Lindsay was developing a little faster than Megan. Lindsay was a brunette with straight hair to her waist. Her small breasts, as best I could tell, seemed appropriate for her slender frame.
My name is Jerry Martin. I'm 29 years old and married to Alice, my older sister's girlfriend from high school. When I turned 16 Alice gave me a birthday present or maybe I gave her one. She was experienced and it didn't take her long to get me to give her my virginity. The thing is, she got pregnant. 9 months later Megan was born and a year later I graduated from high school and married Alice. But over the next dozen years Alice put on 100 pounds and became a slob and an all around evil bitch. All she does now is sit around the house and watch soaps or run around with her fat girlfriends (well all fat but Sally; ask me later to tell that story). Alice is constantly putting me down, telling her it was my fault I saddled her with a baby so young. I certainly don't love her anymore and sometimes I think I simply hate her. But she did give me Megan who I adore beyond belief. With my current marriage I guess it's no wonder I enjoy the little teasing and flirting I get from Lindsay.
This night Alice was off with some friend shopping. I was expecting to get a little peace.
"Come on Lindsay, let's go to my room," Megan urged her.
"Go on without me," Lindsay said. "I'll be there in a minute. I just want to say hi to your Dad."
"You did that," Megan countered.
"Just go," Lindsay shot back. "I'll be right there." I wondered what Lindsey was up to, a little flirting I hoped.
Megan left and Lindsay came over to me. "How things going Mr Martin?" she asked me.
"Do you know Lindsay," I began. "I've known you for three years, watched you grow up. You have been here at my house so much I think I could take you off my taxes. But you always call me Mr Martin. I'm closer to being your dad than anything else."
"What should I call you then?" she asked. "Can I call you Daddy?"
I laughed, "Only in private. Why don't you call me Jerry."
"Oooh Daddy," she laughed too. "OK, I'll call you Jerry, but only when we're alone. And on special occasions I'll call you Daddy." She winked at me, then asked, "What's your secret name for me going to be?"
"How about Honey, my tiny little Honey Pot?" I told her. We both smiled.
Then Lindsay puffed out her lip and said, "I'm not so little." She turned sideways and pulling her top tight against her body she thrust her small chest outward. "What do you think?"
I looked at small breasts trying to break free of her thin top, her tiny nipples pushing outward. I wanted to grab them, suck on them. I wanted to do wonderful awful things to Lindsay. "You're going to give me a heart attack if you keep that up, Lindsay," I told her.
I was sitting in a lounger chair and Lindsay walked around behind me, started rubbing my shoulders. "You look tense Mr, I mean Jerry. I could make all that tension go away if you let me."
"If I let you do that I could end up in jail Honey," I told her, figuring she didn't really know what I was talking about.
But she leaned in close to my ear and said, "I won't tell anyone Jerry. It will be our secret."
"You're going to end up in a lot of trouble if you keep talking like that," I warned her.
"Oh Jerry, if I'm a naughty girl for you, will you promise to punish me?," Lindsay teased me some more.
"Damn it LIndsay, you shouldn't talk like that," I told her. "One of these days someone just might surprise you, and then you'll be sorry."
"Soon I hope," she said. "But I better get back to Megan before she finds our what we are planning. Don't you worry about a thing. I'll make all the arrangements."
She was going too far now. I turned to tell her so but as I did I met her face to face and she kissed me on the lips. It wasn't a long kiss, but it was a pleasant surprise. "By Daddy," she said and then ran off to my daughter's room. Daddy she called me. What game was she really playing?
That was by far the most flirting she had ever done with me. As she has gotten older she has gotten bolder. I would have to be a bit more careful. Over the course of the next couple of weeks Lindsay came over to the house a few times. My wife was always there and Lindsay and I didn't flirt like we had had that one evening. She did have a wonderful smile and on those occasions when our eyes met she would give me a quick wink. I found myself looking around to see if anyone else was looking and then would smile back.
One Friday evening Alice announced that we were all going to her mother's for the weekend. If there was anything I hated more than my slob of a wife Alice was her mother.
"But Alice, you know I have to work this weekend," I lied. "I told you that last Monday."
"I don't remember you telling me shit, Jerry," she cussed at me. "Fine, then Megan and I'll go and you can just sit here by yourself."
A half hour later she and Megan were gone. I managed to get myself something to eat and sat down in front of the TV.
It wasn't too long after that when the doorbell rang. I opened the door and there stood Lindsay with her backpack.
"Hi Mr Martin," she said as she walked in.
"Megan isn't here," I told her. "She went to her grandmother's with Alice for the weekend. She won't be back until Sunday."
"But we made plans," Lindsay said. "I told my parents that I was spending the night with Megan. They went out for the evening. I can't go back now. There's no one there and my parents would kill me if I was there alone. Do you want to come over and babysit me?"
I certainly didn't want to do that. Her parents would kill me too. I stared at her pouty lips and sad eyes and just said, "OK, fine. You can stay until your parents get home."
"Thank you Jerry," Lindsay said as she hugged me. I felt a slight stirring in my loins and thought I would regret this decision. But what's done is done.
"But you know Daddy, my parents were going out for dinner and a late movie," she explained. "They won't be home until really late. They don't need to know that Megan wasn't here. It will be our little secret." She just walked off down the hall to Megan's room before I could even object. I watched her from behind and wondered if I even wanted to object. My mind said no, send her home. But I couldn't hear my mind any longer, not watching that tight little ass of hers walking down the hallway.
I sat back down on the couch and resumed watching TV. A few minutes later Lindsay came back into the living room and sat down next to me. She snuggled up so tight that I had to put my arm around her just to keep it from getting squished. She took my hand and held it under her neck at the top of her chest. She slowly ran her fingers across the back of my hand caressing it, letting her fingers slide between mine and then out again.
I wasn't watching much TV. I found myself staring at my hand, watching her play with it. I hadn't noticed when she did it, but she had managed to get my hand just inside the top of her blouse. That's when I realized I could see down the front of that shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra and I could make out the shape of her small breasts. We had gone too far. This had to stop.
I stood up and said, "I need to go take a shower and get ready for bed."
"I want to take a shower too Jerry," she announced. As much as I would love it, I certainly wasn't going to get caught taking a shower with Lindsay. I didn't trust myself.
She followed me down the hallway. "You can shower in there," I told her pointing out the hall bathroom. I then went into my room and closed the door before she could object. She didn't say anything. Maybe I was making it all up, wishing that she wanted to shower with me.
A few minutes later I was enjoying the warmth of the water. After cleaning up I thought about Lindsay, fantasized about making love to her. I let the water run over me as I gripped my shaft and slowly stroked it to the rhythm of my thoughts, thoughts of fucking this little girl.
"Knock knock," came her voice.
That shook me out of my daydream. "Hey, you can't be in here," I said as I turned my back to her. My shower had a clear glass door and I was sure she saw what I was doing.
"I was just wondering if you were going to be coming soon, I mean coming back out to watch some more TV with me," she asked, giggling at her own pun.
"I uh, well sure," I replied. I just wanted her out of there. She definitely had seen what I was doing. "I'll be right there," I promised as I turned off the water and grabbed a towel hanging on the door. She left me to dry off and get in my pajamas. I hadn't cum yet and my body felt a little frustrated, but at least my boner had gone down a bit.
I put on a t-shirt and boxer shorts. It was probably too warm for even that but I couldn't go out there naked. When I got to the living room she had turned out the lights. The only light was from the hallway and the TV. Lindsay was in the lounger chair but when she heard me she got up and said, "Sit here, in the chair."
She already had the foot rest up so I just straddled it and sat back into the chair. Lindsay immediately sat between my legs leaning back against me. I knew I would get hard in a hurry so I slid back in the chair a bit and took that moment to pull my growing member upwards. A moment was all I had as Lindsay quickly slid back up against me again, leaning back into my chest.
"This probably isn't a good idea Lindsay, you sitting so close," I told her.
Here she was, her lower back pressed up against my hardening shaft, her back and head against my chest. She reached up and pulled my right hand down onto her upper chest as before, picking up where she left off. Apparently she decided to ignore my warning. Apparently I did too.
Over the course of the next 15 minutes, as we watched TV, she slowly worked my hand down the front of her nightie and onto her left breast. I was powerless to resist. The first moment my fingertips touched her nipple I felt my shaft press up hard against her butt. She began to slowly move her hips back and forth against me. I knew if she kept this up I would cum soon.
"Oh Honey," I quietly told her, "you are such a naughty little girl. If you keep this up I'm going to cum in my pants."
"Oh can I watch?" she asked turning around to face me. Then she did something that caught me totally off guard. She reached towards the back of my waist and jerking my shorts first down and then outward towards herself. She stripped them right off of me. Well I may have lifted my butt up slightly to make it easier, sort of a reflex action I rationalized with myself. With my shorts off my shaft stood straight up. "Oh my that's seems so big."
I didn't even get a chance to get out my objection. She wrapped her little hand around my rod and I almost lost it right then. But I wanted to hold off, to see where this was going. I had kept silent too long to object now, I rationalized some more.
"Why is it so stiff, so hard?" she asked.
"Because you turn me on Honey," I told her. "You are so beautiful."
"Will this make it even harder?" she asked as she let go of my dick to remove her nightie. She then shook her head once from side to side throwing her hair around to the back and revealing her maturing chest. Her breasts were the same tan color as the rest of her skin, young but inviting. Her aereolas were smaller than a quarter but rose out from her breast as if there was a smaller breast growing on top of the larger one. At the center of each was a darker nipple, not very big but oh so beautiful.
"You are making it hard as steel," I told her. She clamped her hand around it and slowly stroked it up and down a few times.
"Is this how you were doing it in the shower?" she asked.
Somewhat embarrassed I answered, "So you did see me. Yes that's how you do it."
"What do you think about when you do it," she asked, continuing to slowly stroke my iron rod.
"Well I think of females of course," I explained.
"Have you ever thought about me," she asked.
"All the time," I confessed. "I was thinking about you tonight, in the shower."
"What were you thinking of, about me that is?" she continued.
I paused, wondering how much I should tell her. Then I realized she was jacking me off, what could I say that would make any difference now. I was already going to hell for letting it get this far. I just hoped I wouldn't end up in jail too.
"I was imagining that I was, that I was…" I couldn't get it out.
She helped me along, "You were imagining you were doing something with me, weren't you? What was it?"
"We were having se…", I stumbled again.
"Oh God Jerry, just say it. We were fucking weren't we? You imagined yourself fucking me." She could be forceful sometimes.
"Yes, I admit it," I said.
With that she leaned down and put her lips around my dick. Her mouth was full of saliva and she liberally coated the head and upper portion. Sliding her head up and down on my shaft she began giving me the first blow job I had ever had in my life. I knew what they were but Alice never gave me one.
"Honey, that feels incredible," I managed to gasp out. "I'm doing everything I can to keep from climaxing just so I can make it last longer."
Lindsay stopped a moment and asked, "Are you going to squirt in my mouth?"
"Only if you want," I answered. "You're in control at the moment." I could tell she was smiling. "It won't be but a moment longer," I warned her as she continued to blow me.
And that moment was quick. I suddenly felt my climax hit me, felt my body tense up, my shaft expand as the cum rose up through it. But she didn't pull away, just kept sucking me as I let off several shots into her mouth. It started to drip out so I told her, "Just swallow Honey, just swallow."
She did as I managed to get one more good load into her. She was now sucking me dry. "OK, stop now, it's really tender after I cum like that."
She lifted her head up, looked at me as she swallowed once more and then sat up. Leaning forward she kissed me, the passionate kind of kiss you see in movies, the kind that says I want you more than anything. It was the kind of kiss I haven't had since I was 16.
Do I stop it now and hope no one finds out? Or do I take it just a little further? I can always stop before I go all the way. I wouldn't be that stupid.
The End (but there is more to the story)
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