Subject:     Flying Solo
Story Codes: MF Mf oral incest father daughter
Diary Date:  December 10, 2016
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary
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One of the things that really makes our marriage work so well is trust.  
My husband and I love and trust one another totally and completely 
without any hesitation or conditions.  While sex plays an essential role 
in our marriage, we also recognize the difference between sex as in 
"making love" and just plain ol' having sex for fun.  For the most part 
we tell each other everything we do but now - that can really lead to 
some fun time later!  Then again, sometimes it's fun to just go out on 
our own.


Table of Contents
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   Chapter 1 - Making Love vs. Fucking
   Chapter 2 - Developing the Need
   Chapter 3 - Teasing
   Chapter 4 - Culmination


Chapter 1 - Making Love vs. Fucking
===================================
Over the years many sanctimonious people have criticized me for my use of 
the phrase "fucking".  OK, so maybe I DO overuse it sometimes but in my 
defense it's just easier to use then something like "having sex" or other 
euphemisms.   The way I use it I don't see it as a curse word but rather 
just a description of an action.

Perhaps the quickest way for me to define "making love", at least how it 
would appear if I was editing the dictionary, is to say there's only one 
person in the world who has or ever will make love to me - my husband.  
My love Steve is so much different from that I have for any other man (or 
woman for that matter).  Steve's my husband, my best friend, my lover, my 
soulmate, my inspiration and most of all - the father of my children.  I 
can't even imagine what my life would be like without him.  Because of 
that, the term "making love" means something special to me.  Yet even 
when it comes to me and Steve it's not like every time we do it I 
consider it making love.  Heck, there are lots of times one or both of us 
gets really horny and we just have sex for the simple fun of it.  In 
situations like that we're simply addressing our physical needs, more so 
than an act of love between a husband and wife.  The times we DO make 
love are special and only happen when we are alone - no kids, no 
relatives, nobody else.

That said... EVERYONE else just fucks me and that includes my father.  As 
I've also said, he's my father, not my lover!

All this is not to imply anything bad or to demean having sex with 
someone besides my husband - actually I'd say quite to the contrary.  
There are many "levels" you could say when it comes to fucking.  For 
instance, at the top of the list would be when my dad fucks me which is 
not anywhere the same as when I'm doing it with some guy whose name I 
don't even know.  However I've no desire to complicate things by devising 
some sort of ranking for me being fucked based on who, when and where I 
have sex so I just resort to using the catch-all phrase "fucking".  Hey, 
it works for me!

Another way of differentiating between the terms "fucking" and "making 
love" would be to compare how they would apply to a marriage more 
"conventional" than ours.  My guess (and hope) would be that the typical 
wife would agree with what I with regards to "making love" with her 
spouse be that male or female.  However, my suspicion is that she 
wouldn't look upon "fucking" the same as me because her relationship with 
her husband is probably a lot different than mine.  Without the deep 
trust and self-confidence my husband and I share, I'm sure that if her 
husband fucked someone that she would call it an act of adultery and lead 
to a few issues with their marriage, to say the least.

Such a wife would more than likely be surprised to know that I also abhor 
adultery and that I've warned my husband he would be neutered in his 
sleep without anesthetic if he ever committed such an act.  Then again, 
I'll admit that my definition of adultery is a little more flexible than 
for most wives.  In short, I believe adultery is the act of sex with 
someone besides your spouse without their permission.  Another way of 
saying it would be that adultery is "cheating".  Adultery is being 
dishonest with your spouse, hiding something from them that should never 
be hidden.  Even so it doesn't necessarily mean that Steve has to tell me 
every time he has a little fun with someone else, just that he never 
deliberately hides it from me or lying about it.  He knows that he has my 
blanket permission to have sex with anyone he wants so long as if I ever 
ask about it that he tells me.  Personally, it doesn't turn me all that 
much on to listen about his little adventures or whatever he calls them.  
It's not that I'm jealous or anything, it just doesn't get me off.  

The same goes with me.  While I tell Steve about the vast majority of my 
extracurricular sexual activities, I don't feel compelled to "confess" 
the next time I see him.  Usually I DO tell him simply because I know he 
gets off from hearing about it!  So I suppose while I tell him most 
everything, typically if it doesn't impact me in some way then Steve's 
more than welcome to just keep it to himself.  That's particularly true 
when it comes to having sex with my dad - something he'd rather practice 
"don't ask - don't tell".

Now that I'm in my thirties with two beautiful daughters, I find my needs 
and desires slowly changing.  Actually, I'd rather say they're "evolving" 
more so than something I feel needs to be altered.  For most of my life 
I've enjoyed striking out on my own like a cat on the prowl, seeing the 
reaction of men and just enjoying myself for the evening or afternoon, 
sometimes with multiple men.  Older men - preferably the "happily" 
married ones are now my favorites.  It's even better if they have a teen 
daughter or two.  It's such a boost to my ego and self-worth knowing such 
men want me so bad they do something they've dared do before!

Nowadays I find I'm more and more into intimacy which mean more one-to-
one relationships.  I'm much more satisfied these days after spending the 
night with someone than just a few hours of wild sex.  The fact that he 
has a wife at home clueless about what he's doing turns me on something 
fierce!  Knowing he wants me more than her, even though it's just for one 
night, makes me feel so sexy and desirable.  Fulfilling his fantasies 
about his daughter can be such a turn-on, especially knowing when he goes 
home he'll more than likely be looking at her with even more lust than 
ever before.  If nothing else he'll always remember what he did with me!  
It's like I've been tattooed into his brain.  He'll never make love to 
his wife or hold his daughter close again without memories of me 
intruding.

Because of my personal "evolution", I find that most of my sexual 
dalliances outside our marriage (as in non-incestual sex) now tend to be 
swapping with other married couple.   True, it takes away the "cheating" 
aspect I find so erotic but then it's a whole lot easier to find a couple 
that wants to swap than a husband who wants to cheat for the first time.  
Any man who has been married that long hasn't cheated for a reason, even 
if he WANTS to do it.  All of which just makes it all the more fulfilling 
for me when he does with me!

There's a HUGE difference for me between being fucked by husbands who 
cheat regularly on their wives and the first timers.  I know this may 
sound strange at first but bear with me... I despise men who commit 
adultery, especially the ones who do it serially.  In my eyes marriage is 
a solemn commitment and he took an oath before God and his family which 
makes such a violation wrong on many levels.  Thus other than his first 
time, where's the joy and thrill of being fucked by such a bastard?  Keep 
in mind I'm referring to the ones who hide it from their wife.  As I 
said, while it's still wrong and a sin, I don't hold the "first timer" in 
such contempt.  Let's be real... typically it's not all his fault.  
Shouldn't his wife have to share some of the blame if she's not 
satisfying his needs?  I mean like if she was then he wouldn't have been 
seriously thinking about it fucking me in the first place.  Also, I'll 
admit I often have to bear a smidgeon responsibility as the average 
married guy I fuck doesn't usually come on to me first.  It's like almost 
always I'm the one who has to pursue him.  True, that's usually only when 
I see some sort of signal he might be interested but in most cases I 
doubt that if I hadn't made the effort then nothing would have happened.  
Doesn't every man fantasize?  It's getting them to cross the line from 
fantasy world to the real world that's the problem.

As much as I get grief from it, I have maintained a personal policy that 
I don't do it again with a husband who has cheated just once with me.  
Maybe it's a bit to assuage my guilt but I have no desire to ever hurt 
someone's marriage or become someone's mistress.  Rather I like to 
believe that in most cases allowing him the opportunity to cheat with me 
HELPS their marriage by allowing him to release those pent up needs and 
live out the fantasies he's been masturbating about.  OK, so maybe for 
the rest of their marriage he thinks a little about me every time he 
makes love to his wife, but at least she's still his wife!  If anything, 
if she ever found out she should thank me for the great sex after I did 
it with him.  I know... fat chance of THAT ever happening but I can 
dream!

Thanks to writings such as this one, I get letters from all sorts of guys 
who claim to fit my desired "profile" - married, never cheated, teenage 
daughter.  Most of these I take with a grain of salt as I figure they're 
just saying what they think will get my attention, maybe even convince me 
to send them a nude of me or two and have some free phone sex.  If that's 
the case they're doomed to be disappointed but still it can be a little 
entertaining to go along with them for a while although it gets boring 
pretty quickly.  I say that because if they're lying then they quickly 
use up the fake photos stolen from somebody's Facebook page or run out of 
excuses as to why they won't rummage through their daughter's underwear 
and cum on it.  Amazingly though, every now and then I get a real guy 
which can lead to a long-term "relationship" where I share more than 
usual.  Still, it's all just fun and games as I would never consider 
getting more intimate with anyone on-line, certainly not to where I would 
share personal information or even cam with them or talk on the phone.

Meeting real guys though is different from chatting on-line of course yet 
in some ways not so much.  For example, I NEVER share my real name or any 
information with a guy that I don't need to share, even after he's fucked 
me (or should I say, especially after he's fucked me).  In some cases 
it's unavoidable because we met in church and he's known me maybe for 
years.  It's when I'm with someone I've never met before that my 
obsession for secrecy comes in full throttle.  I'd NEVER consider meeting 
a stranger at my apartment or even let them see my car (license plate!) 
or share a photo showing something that could link me to my "real" life.  
At the same time it can be quite interesting when I've known the guy 
previously and then see him again later knowing what we've done - 
especially if his virtuous wife or adoring family is with him.  Greeting 
his clueless wife shortly after he's fucked me, knowing she has no idea 
I'm carrying his adulterous sperm within me, is incredibly erotic!


Chapter 2 - Developing the Need
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It had been months now since I'd been out on my own with anyone.  It's 
not like it was something I made a conscious decision about, it just 
happened.  Then one night I was masturbating in bed while Steve was at 
work and started daydreaming about various men I'd met recently or knew 
from the past that had flirted with me or I'd caught staring at me when I 
wasn't looking.  Om my God I was so dang wet!  It's such a turn-on to be 
viewed by men in such a way, especially now that I'm not exactly sixteen 
anymore.  Even so, people tell me all the time I don't look like I'm even 
21, let alone 31.  Hey, I'll take it!

As I played with myself I smiled as I felt something I hadn't in years - 
my pubic hair.  I've been shaving more or less regularly for ages now but 
times change and the trends now seem to be more towards the hairy look.  
Not full-on bushes like my mom and Aunt Linda still maintain, but well-
trimmed and tasteful.  It feels a little funny now when Steve eats me out 
with feel my growing pussy hair rubbing on his face but thankfully he 
seems plenty happy with my new appearance.  Then there's the advantage of 
not having to shave myself smooth.  Trimming is still essential but not 
nearly as much a pain - sometimes literally.

Rubbing my wet sensitive clit, I sighed as my bare legs tingled with the 
pleasure that emanated from my crotch and progressed down through them.  
With my free hand I cradled my breast, gently squeezing it as I pressed 
my finger just inside of my pussy, stimulating the thousands of nerve 
endings that hid there.  God how I love to masturbate!

Hearing a noise from the hall, I looked over expecting to see my darling 
little Mia peeking in to watch her mommy.  Not that I would've really 
cared as at just four years old she is much too young to comprehend what 
her mommy was actually doing.  Still, I was enjoying myself and really 
didn't need the distraction of my daughter lying in bed next to me 
pestering me while I getting myself off.  Who knows, maybe in another ten 
years or so it might be a different story!  For now though, thankfully it 
must've been my imagination or even just the wind as the doorway was 
empty.  Turning my head back, I closed my eyes and let my imagination 
wander...

One of my more recent masturbation subjects has been a new teacher at 
school.  Yeah, it seems that I've been fantasizing about him a LOT in 
recent weeks even though he doesn't meet any of my so-called criteria.  
In fact, he actually should be on my "do not touch" list.  Being single 
and mid-twenties alone should've been enough to disqualify him but being 
a teacher - and especially one that I worked with, should have made it an 
automatic decision.  One thing I've NEVER done, at least by choice, was 
to have sex with one of my student or a fellow teacher.  Yes, I'm sure 
folks who read my diary will point out that while teaching at a small 
Christian private school I'd been involved with the head administrator 
but that was a totally different situation - I certainly hadn't pursued 
him!

Shannon was his name... HOT was his game.  Mmmmmmm, talk about your 
eligible bachelor!  I was guessing he came in at just over six feet tall 
with the athletic build of an ex-quarterback.  In fact, rumor was that he 
HAD played the position in high school.  With a full head of thick blonde 
hair and blue eyes that made my knees feel week... oh yeah, he was 
perfect.  There weren't all that many men teaching middle school and with 
the way girls are now falsely accusing innocent men of sexual intrusions 
these days I really don't blame them for bailing out.  All the female 
teachers talked about him, even the married and older women.  Of course 
it was just girl-talk.  Sorry guys as it's a double standard for sure in 
that it's OK for women to objectify men but not the other way around.  Oh 
well, who really cares?

Shannon had just moved in from Philadelphia and so far as I knew hadn't 
brought along a girlfriend or gained a new one since arriving.  I heard 
him mention before Thanksgiving about having to travel all the way across 
Pennsylvania to be with family so apparently they were all still out 
east.  What had drawn him to the 'burgh was a mystery to me but then I 
don't know the job market for teachers out there.

As I previously mentioned, if there's one adage I've always followed  
it's you don't mess with your career.  Being an eighth grade teacher, 
people are always asking me if I'm ever attracted to a student.  Well 
duh, of course!  Then again, so what?  I'm attracted to a lot of men but 
that doesn't mean I want to have sex with them.  Besides, any teacher who 
does it with a student deserves to lose their license and go to jail if 
for no reason than being insanely stupid.  Like what young boy is not 
going to eventually tell his friends he's been screwing his teacher?  
Even if a girl doesn't say anything now, how does a guy know she's not 
going to come after him years or even decades later and destroy his 
teaching career and marriage?

Similarly, messing around with other teachers has never been a thing for 
me.  Sure, when a guy like Shannon comes around I'm attracted and may 
even masturbate about him at home just as I was now.  Again, that didn't 
mean I was ever planning to DO anything with him.  Maybe if I was single 
it would be different.  Single teachers date and even get married all the 
time.  Everyone knew I was married - and I made sure they saw my ring to 
prove it!  For me to have an affair with another teacher would likely 
bring nothing but trouble - the kind that gets you fired under the 
"inappropriate behavior" clause of our contract.

Still, for whatever reason I'd found myself thinking a lot about Shannon 
from the start of the school year.  He teaches in the room next to mine 
so we see each other often in the hallways and sometimes in the teacher's 
lounge or cafeteria.  We've always maintained a strictly professional 
relationship although I could've sworn there were more than a few times 
when he "checked me out".  It's not like I wear anything particularly 
suggestive at school to draw attention to myself.  In fact, it's quite 
the opposite.  The majority of my school outfits would feel right at home 
on the set of Little House on the Prairie with their long hemlines, high 
necks with NO cleavage, bra and panties at all time, nothing sleeveless 
or revealing.  The dress code for teachers, particularly female ones, is 
quite detailed and ridiculously strict - so much so I felt it was a 
little unfair given the "anything goes" mentality when it comes to the 
seventh and eighth grade girls I teach.  Even though they're mostly just 
twelve to fourteen years old, it amazes me how their mothers will allow 
them to come to school dressed like little sluts and yet nothing ever 
gets said to them.

Despite my better judgement, around mid-October or so found myself 
starting to REALLY fantasize about Shannon.  These days it seems like 
whenever I masturbate at least part of the time I'm imagining it's him 
fucking me.  I think it's sorta quaint that some guys worry when they 
write me, saying that they hope their fantasies are not too extreme or 
turn me off.  Well, no need to worry as my feelings are that NOTHING is 
wrong so long as it's just a fantasy.  Instead, it's what you DO that 
counts.  OK, so I may not necessarily share your enthusiasm for your 
weird fantasy but that doesn't mean I would ever condemn you for having 
it.  Trust me, there are plenty of guys with fantasies that are total 
turn-offs which I try to politely turn away but hey, if it turns him on 
then he can have them - just not with me.

While I have definite rules and boundaries when it comes to my real life, 
I DO have some fantasies that can get pretty crazy.  Some things just 
never turn me on - scat, BSDM, sex with animals and very young kids, that 
sort of thing.  However there are plenty of other things that I'd never 
DO in real life that I still enjoy dreaming about them.  Most of these 
fantasies have to do with people I'd love to fuck but know I either can't 
or never will have the opportunity - celebrities and such.  For instance, 
I can remember watching TV with my dad as a little girl and masturbating 
over some guy I thought was cute - just as he did when Amanda Tapping of 
StarGate was on the screen or another sexy girl.  Needless to say I 
wasn't going to ever actually have sex with them.  Back then I use to 
make myself cum thinking about a teacher at school, or even my pastor at 
church - men who the idea of fucking me turned me on yet I would never do 
them in real life.  OK, so I did a youth pastor (and later his wife) once 
but never a head pastor!

At first my thoughts of Shannon followed the usual pattern - nice fantasy 
material when I was pleasing myself but at the same time knowing it would 
never happen in real life.  Then for whatever reason I started thinking 
to myself, heck with all this nonsense - why not do it?  It wasn't like 
he was some fifteen year-old kid who would go running off to his friends 
bragging about doing the teacher.  No matter what else might happen I 
still felt confident that I would only want him once, sort of like 
notching my belt so to say, so it wouldn't be like we would have to hide 
an affair from the rest of the staff.  Shannon was just so dang HOT and 
seeing the young girls flirt and fawn over him while he maintained such a 
distance from them yet at the same time gave just enough attention to be 
effective turned me on even more.  I wondered if he jerked off at night 
thinking about the teens and tweens who so idolized him.  Just the same, 
I wondered if he'd ever done so thinking about fucking ME!

Of course Shannon knew I was married and maintained an extremely 
professional demeanor with me at all times.  He'd even met Steve in the 
parking lot a few times when my husband picked me up from school.  I 
wondered what Shannon would've said if he knew Steve was checking out the 
guy who'd been making his wife so horny recently?  Not that Steve would 
EVER have considered anything with him.  My husband's phobia against 
homosexuality was legendary - at least between two guys.  Knowing I was 
married and seeing how I kissed Steve to greet him, Shannon had to know 
what a great marriage we have.  I'd bet most anything though that he had 
no idea that one of the biggest secrets to our success was Steve allowing 
me to be with men just like him!  It's not like Steve pulled him aside 
and encouraged him to fuck me - although sometimes when I was 
masturbating I'd fantasize that he did just that!

As much as the desires grew and my fantasies became more and more livid, 
I was stuck.  Like how in the world could I ever convince Shannon to fuck 
me?  For all I knew he might even be offended to know how I felt about 
him.  I mean he might take offense that I'd think HE would be willing to 
do such a thing.  It's another reason I find it so hard to find married 
men to cheat with - many of them may WANT to do it but their ethics and 
moral values prevent them from doing so.  Like what would happen if I 
flirted with Shannon and then he told someone else?  I shudder to think!

Well, one of the reasons I was so into masturbating about him at this 
moment was that I HAD just recently taken a risk...


Chapter 3 - Teasing
===================
My heart was beating a mile a minute.  For crying out loud, I felt like I 
was thirteen again with a crush on one of the older boys in my church 
youth group.  I'd been planning this out carefully, like a hunter 
checking out his prey in the weeks before deer season.  I knew between 
period two and four that Shannon usually spent time in the teacher's 
lounge snacking on something.  I also know that it was one of the least 
frequented periods of the day so far as that location went.  For the past 
week I'd passed through quickly, checking to see who was there but it 
seemed there always one person or another who just had to be there, 
ruining my plans in the process.

Not so today.  The small room was empty so I quickly shut the door behind 
me and took a seat on a small couch opposite the table he was seated at, 
snacking on what looked to be a Greek yogurt container.

"Hi!  Hope you don't mind me ruining your solitude," I greeted him.

Shannon just smiled.  God I loved that smile!  How many times has I 
imagined seeing that exact same smile as I took his dick into my mouth?

"No problem, not like it's my private sanctuary."  With that he went back 
to his yogurt and what looked to be some news app on his phone.  CNN?

Silence... I leaned back in the chair and sighed, reaching behind me to 
push in against my back and then straightening up.  Using both hands, I 
cupped my breasts and gave them a heft or two as if I need to adjust how 
they were cradled by my stupid bra.  Sort of like when men grab their 
crotch and give it a hitch.  All the time I'd deliberately NOT looked at 
Shannon and then with my hands full of boob I looked up to see him eyeing 
me.  I dropped my hands and pretended to be embarrassed.

"Sorry!" I said with a giggle, "I just HATE wearing bras and this one is 
REALLY killing me today!"

Shannon just smiled, a Cheshire cat type that gave away nothing.

"Well, thankfully men don't have to deal with those medieval instruments 
of torture."

We both laughed.  I frowned then asked more rhetorically than anything, 
"It's really not fair you know... students don't have to wear them so why 
do teachers?"

Shannon didn't answer for a moment and then said, "Well, from what I've 
always heard, I think most of them WANT to wear one."

Again we laughed together as I replied, "True... true... I remember when 
I was this age and I was SO self-conscious that most of my friends were 
wearing one while I was still so flat.  Thank God for Kleenex!?

With that his expression flattened a little and I was afraid maybe I'd 
gotten a little TOO personal.  He quickly changed the subject to 
something he'd read on his phone and that was the end of our first 
discussion about my boobs - or at least that's how I like to remember it.

Well, THAT didn't exactly go as it did the last I masturbated about it!  
Still, it was a start and served as the foundation for what was to be a 
slow but steady journey.  Like a hunter on the trail, I worked my way 
slowly towards my prey, ever careful not to get too aggressive and spook 
it away.  I guess you could say I felt like I was hunting with one bullet 
- and I needed to make it count!

As I said, it was a start of our teasing about bras.  I'd make a show of 
twisting myself a bit in it and he'd joke about how I really needed to go 
out and buy some new ones.  Sometimes we'd be monitoring the hallways and 
he'd nod ever so slightly at some girl blatantly showing off her new 
assets.  Who could blame them?  I'd have given anything at that age to be 
able to wear some tight flimsy blouse with my boobs pressing out and 
nipples poking through.  I'd been SO jealous of my best friend Beth who 
was practically in a B cup while still in sixth grade!  She NEVER wore a 
bra and we use to laugh and giggle after school talking about how some of 
the teachers use to stare at her chest when they thought she wasn't 
looking.

It was a while before I had him to myself again, this time at a table in 
the cafeteria.  Glancing around, his nose wrinkled in such a cute way as 
he asked, "So why DO teachers have to wear bras anyways?  I mean I can 
understand why some of them would WANT to."

We both laughed as I saw him tilt his head towards one of our more 
matronly teachers.  Yeah, her bras had to be industrial strength to keep 
those monsters in check.  I couldn't even imagine how they would hang 
left on their own!

"C'mon, you know," I sighed, "Same reason I have to wear this granny 
dress.  Can't have the little boys getting all excited now, can we?"

Shannon smirked.  "Well, don't take this wrong but I think you could come 
to class in a gunny sack and they'd be turned on so what's the 
difference."

"Oh Shannon, that's so sweet of you!" I exclaimed, smiling at him.

"Sorry... that came out before I had time to think about it," he 
apologized, his face turning a bit read.  HE was SO cute!

"Well I took it as a compliment," I assured him but the period was ending 
and it was back to class.

*****************

God, it WAS like being back in high school again except this time it was 
ME chasing the boy instead of the other way around.  Not to mention that 
he wasn't being nearly as "easy" as I'd been.  I mean it's not most boys 
had to work very hard to get me to go out with them.  Having the sort of 
rep I enjoyed as the school slut meant never having to spend a Friday 
night alone!

Along those lines, our next conversation took me a little by surprise...

"I hadn't realized you had been a student here," he casually mentioned.

"Oh yeah, I guess that's one reason I was able to get a position here so 
young," I answered.  It was true, the waiting list for a teaching slot in 
the district was huge and I knew my alumni status had helped.  "So how 
did you find THAT out?"

Shannon just shrugged.  "Oh someone was mentioning it the other day."

That peaked my curiosity. Now how had THAT come up just in some casual 
conversation? "Oh really?" I came back.

Shannon paused in that way he always did when I could tell he was 
debating whether or not he should say something.  Thankfully it seemed 
that lately he was coming down more and more of the side of telling me.

"Well, from what I hear... and mind you I'm sure it's just gossip so I 
hate to even repeat it... but from what I hear you, shall we say, were 
pushing the dress code yourself back in the day."

"I guess you could say that," I murmured with a smile.

"So no granny dresses back then?" he teased me.

This time I tried to put more of a seductive tone when I answered.  
"Well, even now they're just for school. I wouldn't get caught dead in 
public wearing an outfit like this!"

Shannon smiled and I noted his gaze momentarily dropped to my chest 
before he caught himself.

"Well, I'm sure there's a few places where you do... church and such, 
right?"

I couldn't help but smile at that.  "Like I said, wouldn't be caught 
dead!"

"Hmmmmmm, maybe I need to start attending church," he joked... or at 
least tried to make it sound like he was.  I took the opportunity to tell 
him the name of my church and the times I attended.  He smiled dutifully.

"Sorry, wasn't trying to convert you or anything," I apologized.

Our time ran out but I couldn't help but wonder if the seed I'd planted 
would take root.  Odds were it was for naught but then one never knows!  
That following Friday as I passed by him on the way to my car I 
"fertilized" my seed, calling out to him to remind him about the service 
on Sunday.  He waved and nodded but that was about it.

****************

When I got home I couldn't get the girls busy and strip fast enough!  
Flopping myself flat on my back in bed, my hand immediately plunged 
between my thighs.  Dang I was SOOOOO damn horny!

"Mommy, Kylie hit me!"

Crap!  I looked over and there was my cute Mia, hands planted on her 
hips. 

"Just get in bed with mommy and don't worry about her," I urged her, 
anxious to get back to business.  She clambered up, dragging her favorite 
doll and laid on the pillow beside me.

"Now just be quiet and leave Mommy alone for a few minutes, OK?"

"What are you doing mommy?"

The question had nothing to do with the fact I was naked and rubbing 
myself.  She was ALWAYS asking me that question - drove me batty 
sometimes with it.  I'd learned the hard way I couldn't ignore her or 
she'd just keep asking so the best thing to do was play the "mommy card".

"Just something mommy's do."

Amazingly it still worked - as it did most of the time.  I guess so long 
as she got SOME response she was happy.  Whatever the case, she rolled 
over on her side facing me and held her doll tightly in her little arms 
as she watched me.  Oh well, at least she was quiet!

I closed my eyes and did my best to ignore her which became easier and 
easier the more I touched myself.  Imagine if Shannon met me in church... 
if we snuck downstairs during the service... if he fucked me in the 
furnace room just as the boys use to do when I was a teenager in heat!

My free hand cupped my boob - no dang bra and dress in the way this time!  
My finger plunged into my pussy as I dreamed about Shannon's hard 
erection filling me.  God I wanted him to fuck me so bad!  Feel him 
inside of me, wanting me, his monstrous dick so HARD for me.

"Oh yeah!" I gushed as I came, my orgasm of course cumming just as I 
imagined Shannon releasing his sperm inside of me, flooding me with the 
symbol of his lust and desire for me.  I felt like I was on fire, 
sweating now as I kept rubbing myself, trying to drive myself even 
higher.

"Fuck me Shannon... Fuck me harder!" I whispered to myself, 
semiconsciously aware of my daughter next to me and the need to control 
myself at least a LITTLE bit.

I came again!  My fantasy Shannon never went soft as he fucked me over 
and over, cumming inside of me time after time like a teenage stud.  My 
pussy was flooded now with my cum, dripping down my butt and onto the bed 
sheets as my only thoughts were of how badly I wanted... no I NEEDED him 
to cum yet again in me.  I laid there exhausted, the room reeking of my 
sex but who cared?  Mia wouldn't notice and Steve certainly wouldn't!

******************

The next day I was picking up some milk and bread at the local Giant 
Eagle when lo and behold who should I see but Shannon!  So far as I knew 
this was the first time I'd ever crossed paths with him away from school.  
Dang, and here it was so cold out I was wearing a long winter coat over 
jeans and a thick sweater.  So much for not wearing a granny dress.  For 
once I wasn't wearing bra but he'd never be able to tell.

"Hey, fancy meeting you here," I greeted him with a smile.  I don't think 
he'd noticed me up until then as he seemed startled but he quickly 
recovered. We compared notes over our purchases and then just as we were 
about to part I poked him saying, "Don't forget about the service 
tomorrow... you promised you know!"

In all fairness he had done no such thing but he didn't contradict me.  
Instead, he just nodded concomitantly and walked away.  Sheesh, what did 
THAT mean?

******************

Sunday morning and that meant just one thing - daddy time!  Yet as much 
as I looked forward to our weekly ritual, I found myself daydreaming 
about Shannon as my dad was fucking me - apparently obviously so.

"Damn... you're hot and horny this morning baby," he observed as he 
easily slid into me as I leaned over the kitchen table with my dress 
pulled up over my butt.  Of course I was sans panties.  "What's got you 
so worked up... couldn't wait to be fucked by your old man this morning, 
eh?"

We both laughed as he stroked his incestuous erection in and out of his 
only daughter. I didn't tell him how I'd been playing with myself the 
whole time as I'd driven to his house... or the reason WHY I was playing 
with myself.

"Oh daddy... you know I love you to fuck me!" I assured him in my little 
girl tone of voice I knew he loved as I worked my bare ass against his 
hairy crotch.

For a moment I debated telling him the real reason.  Well, it wasn't like 
it was the ONLY reason as after all, I DO enjoy having sex with my dad.  
Still, I had to admit I WAS a bit hornier than usual this morning!  I 
closed my eyes and once again dreamed it was Shannon inside of me only 
this time it wasn't my fingers pretending to be a cock but rather my own 
father's hard cock.  Mmmmmmm, that made it a whole lot easier to imagine!

"Oh baby girl... daddy's cumming," he announced quite unnecessarily as he 
thrust himself hard into my ass, driving his cock into me as far as he 
could as he released his cum inside of me.  It wasn't like after him 
fucking me now for over fifteen years that I didn't know the signs of his 
impending explosion!

In my mind Shannon's cum flooded me yet again as my dad erupted inside of 
me.  Oh god this felt so much better than just my finger and imagination! 
I love it when a man cums inside of me, especially when that man is my 
father.  How better could he ever express his love and respect for his 
daughter than through this most intimate act?

Less than ten minutes later I was taking a seat in our usual pew, my 
pussy still tingling from the incestuous fucking my dad had given it just 
minutes earlier.  I'd tried to wipe up as much of his cum as possible 
while it leaked out of me on the way from his house to church but I could 
still feel a bit under my dress.  Oh well, who cared?

Unfortunately there was no sign of Shannon.  Damn!  He'd stood me up!  I 
squeezed my thighs together making my still sensitive clit throb.  What I 
would have given to sneak off out of sight and show him my father's cum 
in my pussy!  Well, I didn't know at all how he felt about incest so 
maybe that wouldn't have worked in real life but hey, I was fantasizing 
so no rules, right?

Throughout the entire service I was distracted by thoughts of being 
fucked by Shannon.  Then as the service ended, who did I see shaking the 
hand of the pastor ahead of us but none other than the object of my 
masturbation sessions of late - Shannon!

In the parking lot I saw him ahead of us so I called out to him.  He 
turned and smiled.

"Well, I made it but I thought I'd missed you," he apologized.

I introduced him to my dad and after some small talk we went our separate 
ways.

"Let me guess... so THAT's who had you so horny this morning, eh?" my dad 
teased me on the way home.

"Oh daddy, you know better," I tried to defend myself - being about as 
successful as I had ever been as a teenager.

My dad laughed as we pulled into his driveway.  "That's right... I DO 
know better."

We both laughed and then as he held the door open for me he continued, 
"Well, since half this morning was evidently about HIM, then I think you 
owe me," he taunted me.

"Oh daddy," I came back again... it was a phrase I seemed to use a lot 
with my father.

"None of this ?oh daddy? shit," he corrected me as he closed the door 
behind us, pretending to be serious about disciplining me, ?Now strip!"

I laughed and pretended to protest but at the same time was already doing 
as he ordered.  After all, I AM his daughter which means I submit to him 
unquestioningly.

This time it was all about him...


Chapter 4 - Culmination
=======================
Seeing Shannon in church made me think maybe he WAS more interested in me 
then he let on.  I mean why else would he have bothered to get dressed 
and attended service at a strange church?  Still, it was LONG step to go 
from meeting him at church to meeting him in bed.

The game had gone on too long as far as I was concerned.  Heck with this, 
I wasn't a silly teenage girl anymore!   We were both adults in our 
thirties so why did we need to keep playing these games?  I mean like he 
HAD to be interested in me, right?  I don't mean to sound full of myself 
but I'd never met a heterosexual man who DIDN'T want to fuck me - not to 
mention more than a few who weren't necessarily heterosexual.  Oh sure 
they all didn't fuck me - opportunity can be an obstacle no matter what 
the desire.  But since I'd first lost my virginity I really wasn't all 
that accustomed to being turned down by men once I'd set my mind to 
having sex with them.  Well, Shannon wasn't about to be the first.

That morning I lay in bed touching myself as I made my plans.  I 
rehearsed everything, knowing full well that when push came to shove I'd 
forget all my lines and make it all up on the spot but that didn't keep 
me from thinking about it as I masturbated yet again.  As I dressed, I 
was sorely tempted to leave off my underwear.  Still, even though I knew 
that would likely make it almost TOO easy, I decided that I'd better 
stick to the rules or I'd likely not get a chance at Shannon before I was 
sent home and disciplined.

Sometime I can tell when I'm doing something right or wrong just by how 
everything works out.  If obstacles keep dropping in your path, maybe 
second thoughts are needed.  In this case, it was like a steam roller was 
ahead of me, clearing a path.  I said a silent prayer, thanking God for 
giving me the signs that it was OK.  Never hurts to have the big guy on 
your side!

Yes!  The teacher's lounge was clear, or least clear with the exception 
of Shannon.  I took a deep breath as I walked in, my resolve steady.  It 
was now or never.

"Hey, how are you this morning?" he greeted me, "Any girls catch your eye 
this morning?"

We both laughed.  It seemed that lately the bra thing had become our 
private "in" joke.  These days I didn't even have to answer, just a roll 
of my eyes was enough to get my point across.  But then I wasn't there to 
discuss bras, or lack of them, amongst the student population.  Instead 
of taking my usual seat on the couch across from him, this time sat in 
the chair next to him.  Leaning on my elbow on the table, I smiled.

"You know Shannon, we're both adults," I started but he cut in.

"Oh no, now what did I do?" he teased me, putting up his hands to 
shoulder height like he was surrendering.

"Can you just be serious for a moment," I lightly chastised him.  His 
wonderful smile disappeared but I could see the curiosity remaining in 
his expression.

I took a breath... well, it was now or never!

"OK... so what would you say if I told you that I wanted you to fuck me?"

His eyes immediately widened and I could hear him take in a sharp breath.  
He started to smile and answer but then I think he saw in my face that I 
wasn't joking.

"Are you serious Kelly?  I mean REALLY serious??

"I thought I asked a simple question," I said ignoring him, "So let me 
make it easier for you... Shannon, will you fuck me?"

He coughed and I could almost see the thoughts spinning in his head.

"You ARE serious," he said breathlessly, "But I thought you were married.  
That IS a wedding ring on your finger, isn't it??

"So?"

He sighed, "Well, that means you're married and your husband would kill 
me.  And if he's the same guy you introduced me to a while back I don't 
exactly want to piss him off!?

"Quit worrying about my husband and just answer the question... will you 
fuck me?" I pressed him, licking my lips seductively.

"Here?  Now?" he questioned.

That deserved a heavy rolling of the eyes and then, "Of course not 
silly... someplace a LITTLE more private I would think would be best."

"Ummmmm, Kelly... What the hell brought THIS on?" he asked, obviously 
trying to stall for time to think, "Some kind of joke or something??

"I don't get it.  Just because I'm married shouldn't mean I can't enjoy 
being with other men," I explained, "And besides, don't worry - Steve's 
just fine with it.  He makes out in return, trust me!"

Shannon sat back, putting a few inches more clearance between us as he 
glanced anxiously at the door as if worried someone might overhear us.

"I mean really Kelly, I'm flattered," he whispered conspiratorially, "But 
I don't think I could ever do it with a married woman... Besides, I 
thought you were such a Christian with all the church-going and Bible 
reading between classes and such."

"First, I AM a Christian and a VERY serious one at that so let's get that 
straight.  It just seems to me that if God gave me this body that he'd 
want me to use it to the best of my ability, don't you think?" I argued, 
"Like why buy a Ferrari if you're going to stay within the speed limits? 
"Now for the last time... will you or will you not fuck me?  Last chance 
Shannon - please don't make me beg."

Poor Shannon.  The lust and desire was evident in his eyes - no mistaking 
that!  The color in his cheeks, the licking of lips... every sign was 
there that he was aroused.  Still, I had the feeling he wasn't quite 
buying my assurances about Steve but then so what?  It wasn't like I was 
asking him to be part of a threesome. 

"OK then, so I'd be lying through my teeth if I said I hadn't thought 
about it," he sighed.  The he sat up straight and shook his head with a 
determined look.

"OK Kelly, that's quite enough," he announced forcefully, "Fun is fun and 
I get it that you're a tease - you DO have more of a reputation with the 
staff here than perhaps you realize.  I'm not sure what your game is..."

"Trust me, I'm NOT teasing," I insisted, crossing my arms in defiance.

Just then the period ended and we both turned to leave.  Shannon put his 
hand on my shoulder for a brief moment.

"Don't get me wrong... if you were single I'd call your bluff," he teased 
me as he opened the door and we walked out.

****************

Later when I got home I plopped back on the old couch in our living room 
keeping an eye on my girls as I started to masturbate while trying to 
imagine Shannon fucking me - my usual theme of late.  Yet as horny as I 
was all I could think about was him turning me down.  I mean like NOBODY 
ever turns me down when it comes to sex.  If anything, I'm the one who 
determines who and when I have sex, NEVER a guy.   Sheesh!  What's a slut 
got to do these days to get a guy to just fuck her?  There was a time not 
all that long ago when all I had to do was LOOK at a guy and he would be 
trying to get up my skirt.  Then again, I didn't even have to look most 
of the time! 

Thoroughly frustrated but still horny as heck, I stood up, pulled down my 
sweatshirt and went into the kitchen to prepare supper.  Boy, Steve 
better be ready when he gets home!  Oh well, Shannon's loss was going to 
be my husband's gain...  Somehow, I didn't think he would complain!

****************

I suppose I should've cut my losses at this point and given up.  Yeah, 
that's what most people would say but then it's not like I'm accustomed 
to men turning me down for sex!  Nope... it's supposed to be the other 
way around in that it's ME who teases and then turns THEM down!  Shannon 
mentioned something about my reputation.  Well, you don't get that sort 
of reputation by giving up so easily.  Now it was more than just being 
horny for him¦ now it was a challenge.  

Frankly, I didn't think it was actually all that gig of a challenge.  Oh 
sure, I HAVE been turned down over the course of the years but when that 
DID happen it wasn't subtle.  Thankfully there are some men in this world 
who ARE faithful to their wives and marriage vows (thankfully I'm married 
to one of them!).  SO the mere fact Shannon played along, even if not 
that long, was enough to show me the cracks were in the dam and all it 
was going to take was a little more pushing to get it to burst.

Shannon seemed to avoid me the next few days but I wasn't about to let 
that deter me.  The plan I had in mind would only take a few minutes so I 
kept an eye out for an opportunity.  He seemed to be avoiding the 
teacher's lounge, at least when it wasn't occupied, so I had to seek out 
another option...

After school that day I waited around instead of hurrying out to pick up 
the girls from daycare.  Keeping a close watch, I saw Shannon putting on 
his coat and seized the opportunity.  The halls were all but deserted by 
this time which helped as well.  I greeted up with some small talk about 
the weather and such, asking how his Christmas plans were coming along.   
It really didn't matter to me one way or another but I wanted him to feel 
comfortable with me and it seemed to work as he immediately launched into 
how difficult it was logistically when you lived so far from family.  I 
remarked how most of my family was in the area which made it easier and 
we just kept up the banter until we reached his car.

"Well, good luck with your plans," he said to me as he unlocked his car 
and made ready to open the door.

I looked around... cast was clear.  There were a few groups of kids 
closer to the school but nobody with a direct view given the way he was 
parked had his car between us and the school.

"One second... I forgot to give you something," I told him.

Shannon looked at me curiously as I was just carrying my purse.

"Here, would you mind holding this for me just for a minute?" I asked 
him, handing him that very purse.  He took it from me by the strap, 
holding it out like it was a dead skink.  What is it with men and purses 
anyways?  Just holding one doesn't make you gay!

Another quick glance... Then I bent down and lifted up my dress just 
enough to reach my panties - no hose needed when your dress is to your 
ankles!  One swift motion and they were down to my ankles where I stepped 
out of them.  I'd been planning this from the moment I woke up so rather 
than my usual "granny" cotton panties I'd been wearing a light blue 
thong.  As horny as I'd been all day it had to reek of my sex!

"Here... for you," I said as I handed it to him, "Something to help you 
think about my offer when you get home tonight."

He automatically reached out to take them before I think he had time to 
process what was happening.  I took my purse from his hand as he stood 
there like a statue with my used thong in his hand.

"Enjoy!" I called out to him as I quickly scampered away to my car 
without looking back.  At least he didn't chase after me to return them!

In my mind one of two things would happen tonight.  He'd jerk off at home 
smelling panties or toss them away like they were radioactive.  Well, I 
was certainly hoping the latter as it would've been a waste of a nice 
thong.  I smiled to myself during dinner as I thought about how many men 
have asked me to send them a pair of my panties over the years and here I 
just gave a pair away to Shannon without him even asking.

The next day at school I saw Shannon standing outside his classroom.  I 
gave him a wink as I passed by.  Hey, he smiled at me!

"Enjoy?" was all I said as I paused.

"Maybe," he teased back.  Yeah right, I knew better!  There was no doubt 
from the way he looked at me that my efforts had not been wasted.  Now 
for the coup de grace.  My pussy tingled as I stood before my class.  So 
close now!  It was sort of like that dam analogy I was using... it takes 
a lot of effort to get the cracks started but once it bursts...

Sure enough, Shannon was back to being alone in the lounge when I 
checked.  Once again I took a seat next to him.

"Need another pair yet?"

Shannon chuckled.  "Well, I take it then that subtlety is not exactly one 
of your strong suits, is it?"

I licked my lips just enough and then answered, "Why bother... when I see 
something I want I go for it... and I saw something I wanted."

"OK... and so what do you want now?" he said softly, clasping his hands 
in front of him.

I checked to see that the door was closed.  Thankfully the teacher's 
lounge had one of the few doors in the school without a window!  I 
quickly reached down before he could move and placed my hand firmly on 
his crotch.  Mmmmmmm, even without being aroused I could feel him!

"This!" I said firmly as I pressed down on him just as firmly.

"Kelly!" he exclaimed as I saw his eyes go straight to the door - not 
only did it not have a window but it also didn't have a lock.

"Oh don't worry, it's not like I'm gonna blow you right here and now," I 
teased him, pulling my hand away, "Unless of course that's what you'd 
like!"

"Oh yeah, like THAT would go over well as the next school board meeting," 
he sighed, obviously feeling a little better now that my hand was where 
it belonged, at least in his view.

"So... do you believe me now?"

Shannon looked at me curiously, as if he wasn't sure what I meant.  Oh my 
god... men can be so dense sometimes! 

"C'mon, you know exactly what I mean... about me wanting you to fuck me."

He coughed again... must be that season, LOL.

"Well, I DO believe now some of the stories I've heard about you.  "I 
pretended to be shy.  Yeah, as if I was the least bit shy of my past.  
"Oh?  And what stories would those be?"

Shannon got this smug look.  "Well, word is you were the school slut who 
put out for anyone on the first date."

I frowned.  "Well, not always the FIRST date.  I DID have standards you 
know."

"Oh really?" he teased.

"Yes... really," I insisted, "Besides, that was then and this is now.  
Tell me, do I LOOK like a slut now?"

Shannon chuckled again.  "Well, I don't think the Playmate of the Year 
would look hot in THAT getup."

OK, so maybe he could go TOO far.  Sure, I knew the dress and small heels 
did nothing for me, but I didn't think I looked THAT dowdy! 

"Would it help if you knew I wasn't wearing panties today?"

"Sure," he replied, seeming to get more into the game now, "but then I 
only have your word for it..."

Ha!  I'd come prepare for this.  For what was the first time this 
semester at least, I'd left my panties at home.  Usually when I was in 
the mood to go commando to school I brought along a pair in my purse just 
in case something happened to where I needed them.  What that might be I 
had no idea but better prepared than not.  Well, not this morning.  Once 
I'd made my mind up to go without them I decided to play it out to the 
fullest.

"Believe me now?" I asked as I quickly lifted my dress to expose myself 
to him, just long enough for him to get a glimpse of my growing bush 
before dropping it back down again.

"Ahhhhhh yeah," he whispered hoarsely, "I guess that does it."

"You better take care of that before class," I teased him, glancing down 
at his lap seeing the growing bulge.  With that I gave it another pat and 
let him be.

Back in class I couldn't get my mind on the lesson as thoughts of the 
feel of Shannon's bulge kept creeping in.  It was almost funny... like I 
was a teen girl again all excited about a boy that I hadn't fucked or 
sucked yet.  It WAS true what I'd told Shannon.  I really didn't fuck 
every guy on the first date.  Now regarding a blowjob... OK, guilty as 
charged.  For most guys though, that was all they got as I was indeed a 
little picky about who got to fuck me.  Well, not THAT picky but a girl 
has to have standards, right?

There's a saying that goes something like, "strike when the iron's hot".  
In my experience, that applies to relationships as well.  Now that I had 
Shannon's attention, this wasn't the time to give him time for second 
thoughts.  Besides, I was tired of masturbating to just fantasies about 
him - time to give me some material regarding the real thing!

In my fantasies he'd fucked me everywhere by now - school, church, local 
library, grocery store, you name it - he'd fucked me there by now.   
Still, those were all fantasies and no fantasy can ever be as good as the 
real thing.  It wasn't like I was looking to DATE him or be his 
girlfriend.  My expectations were that my policy as to "one and done" 
would apply to Shannon as well.  This was rather primeval in that I was 
just horny for him - nothing more complicated than that.  I just wanted 
him to fuck me once... I wanted the experience, the notch in my belt, the 
memory.

Soooooo, where did that leave me?  As much as the fantasies of him 
fucking me at school got me off, that was simply too dangerous - for both 
of us.  Honestly, to be perfectly frank I was more worried about ME than 
him.  Getting caught at school would end my career whereas getting caught 
by a guy's wife in his bed was HIS problem.  Thus my definition of danger 
was largely biased by the danger to ME.  Being so, it left a lot of other 
options on the table.  OK, so we couldn't fuck IN the school... but that 
didn't mean we couldn't fuck AT the school... right?

Once again I waited for him after school.  This time though as we walked 
down the hallway our conversation was filled with innuendos and teasing.  
Still, I was 100% confident he had no idea of my plans.  All the 
better...

Back at his car again, this time after he unlocked the door he turned to 
me and held out his hand.  "Well, should I hold your purse again?" he 
offered with a grin.

I did one last check around.. the lot was pretty deserted and nobody 
seemed to be looking our way.

"Nope... I'll take care of things," I answered flippantly as I opened his 
door and reached in to unlock the other.  I looked back at him and he 
just stood there watching, obviously mystified as to what I was doing.  
Leaving my purse on the front driver seat, I closed it and then opened 
the back door.  Unzipping my jacket, I turned and backed into the rear 
seat until I was completely inside.  Pulling up my dress to my waist, I 
spread my legs enough for him to see my exposed pussy.

"Well... are you gonna just stand there or fuck me?"

Shannon eyes widened, probably as much from the shock of what I was doing 
as seeing my pussy waiting for him.

"Hey, I'm getting cold like this so either fuck me or close the door!" I 
teased him with a sly grin.

Shannon climbed in the back with me.  I think it was an Impala or 
something like that.  The back seat wasn't all that big but at least he 
wasn't driving a Corolla.  Hey, I've done it plenty of times in tighter 
spaces!

"This is crazy you know," he muttered as he unbuckle himself.

"Isn't that the point?" I countered.

"No I mean it... this is CRAZY!" he said louder as he pulled down his 
pants and underwear.  Well, his mind might be saying it was crazy but his 
dick sure was having other thoughts.  Damn, he was already hard!

"Look like somebody wants me," I cooed as I spread my legs further, "Now 
get that bad boy in me and warm me up!"

Yet again I felt like I was back in high school.  Why had it seemed so 
much easier back then?  Wow, given the number of times I'd been fucked in 
a back seat you'd think it would be like riding a bike.  Instead we were 
fumbling around and at one point we both just paused and laughed 
together.

"You know, they DO have these things called hotel rooms now," Shannon 
puffed as he caught his breath.

"Oh where's your sense of adventure?" I teased him, reaching down to grab 
his erect dick so I could direct him into me.

"Back in 1999," he grunted as I felt the tip of his cock pressing against 
my wet and waiting pussy.

"Just shut up and fuck me, OK?" I said as I felt him push himself into 
me.  Oh wow!!!  Shannon's hard cock was actually about to fuck me!

"Oh yeah... fuck me Shannon," I groaned as he eased into me.  I could 
feel filling me as inch by inch of his rigid cock penetrated me until 
finally he bottomed out, the base of his cock now pressing hard against 
me, putting just the right pressure on my clit.

"Oh Shannon... I've wanted you in me for so long!" I sighed as he fucked 
me silently except for his grunts. 

I wanted to wrap my legs around him and pull him into me but it was 
really difficult under the circumstances so I just let one dangle off the 
seat and raised the other up and over his shoulder which allowed him to 
drive even deeper inside of me.

"God you're tight!" he groaned as he drove yet again into me.  Well, 
maybe he was being generous as after seventeen years of heavy sex and two 
kids I wasn't exactly a virgin anymore.  Still, I suppose as I was pinned 
in this position it didn't make it any easier for him so hey, I wasn't 
about to contradict him.

It was just what I wanted from him.. pure, raw sex.  We didn't kiss, I 
hadn't blown him, I was still mostly clothed as was he.  It was just two 
adults fucking one another, a male breeding the female so to say although 
that was just an image, not ever a reality.  I'd cum so many times 
imagining him fucking me and now I finally came with the real thing 
inside of me!

"Fuck me harder!" I cried out as I came, my orgasm washing over me like a 
flood, "Fuck me... fuck me!"

It was just as I'd dreamed about it so many times while masturbating at 
home... or anywhere else for that matter except this time it wasn't my 
finger inside of me - it was Shannon, or at least the part of him that 
mattered most to me.  Really, what good were most men except to carry 
around a dick to fuck me?  LOL - just teasing, I'm not THAT shallow you 
know.

Shannon was fucking me like a demon now, driving his wonderfully stiff 
cock so hard into me over and over again like a pile driver, nonstop.  
Every few stokes or so he'd pause while deep inside of me, grinding his 
pubic bone into me as his thick pubic hair meshed with mine.  Wow, I came 
again... even harder this time.

This was about as natural and raw as sex can be.  There was no love, no 
intimacy.  Nothing about it was about US - it was about HIM and ME.  
Neither of us really cared about the other - it was all about what we 
were each getting out of it.  He wanted to fuck me and I wanted him to do 
it just as badly.  We both wanted to cum...

"Cum in me...," I begged him, "Give it to me..., give me your sum 
Shannon... fill me with it."

Yeah, like I need bother asking.  From the way this guy was going he had 
no intention from the start of ever pulling out and God help him if he 
tried!  Asking for him to cum in me wasn't just acting out for his 
benefit.  Sure I know men love to hear me ask but the truth was, I DID 
want him to stay in me as he came.  Nothing's worse if you ask me than a 
man pulling out just as he cums.  Like HE gets what he wants but I get 
left empty and unfulfilled.  It's like we're mating, like he's taking me 
and giving me something I can only get from a man.  OK, so being with a 
girl is nice but no dildo can ever replicate the feeling I get when a 
man's dick explodes inside of me!  It's not even so much the physical 
sensation.  Heck, often I wouldn't even know he was cumming if he didn't 
tell me or his body language didn't alert me.  It's the KNOWING that 
counts, KNOWING he's done something to me that so incredibly personal, so 
natural, so perfect.  It's the fulfillment of being a woman!

"Oh fuck!" he groaned, the first recognizable words out of his mouth 
since he'd finally entered me.  YES!  I felt him push hardest yet into me 
and then convulse as he began to ejaculate while still inside of me.  
YES!  Again and yet again his hips thrust into me, each time I knew he 
was shooting yet another load of his sperm into me.  Judging from the 
number of times he did, I must be ready to overflow with his sperm!

"Oh fuck! Now THAT was insane," he groaned as he finally stopped and all 
but fell onto me, barely keeping his weight off as he grabbed at the back 
of the car seat to steady himself.

Normally I would've asked him to stay in me, to let me relish the feel of 
his pulsing dick as it slowly dwindled and withdrew from me.  Not this 
time - I'd been fucked, fucked good, and that was all I'd wanted.  So 
when he pulled out of me moments later, I didn't say a word although for 
a moment my pussy felt suddenly so alone and empty I was wishing he was 
back in me.

"We'd better get going before someone catches us," Shannon said as he 
pulled up his pants.  He was all business with his lust now residing in 
my pussy.  Typical male, he cums and suddenly it's like all his horniness 
spilled out with his sperm.

"Yeah, wouldn't THAT make the morning news," I laughed as I waited for 
him to get off of me.

Shannon reached back to open the door and somehow managed to work his way 
backwards out of the care without killing me.  Once he was out I 
maneuvered my way until my legs were out and I could pull my dress back 
down again.

"Well, now THAT was fun," I giggled as I zipped my jacket back up again.

"I can't believe we just did that... not in a million years did I ever 
think I would do anything like that!" Shannon muttered as he kept looking 
around, apparently convinced we'd been watched the entire time.  Oh sure 
the school security cameras would show us getting in the car but anything 
else would be just circumstantial, nothing to hang us with.

No kiss goodbye, not even a handshake.  Somehow that just seemed right.  
We each went our separate ways.  It took all my willpower not to skip on 
my way back to my car.

Mmmmmmm, I couldn't wait to get home and masturbate... only this time 
with Shannon's sperm leaking from me and the memories of his REAL cock in 
me!

THE END