Date: Sun, 02 Dec 2001 16:36:40 -0600
From: Tim Foure <timfoure@hotmail.com>
Subject: Me and Dad the Sequel Chapter 38

Me and Dad the Sequel, Part 2 - The Next Generation - Chapter 38 - Mike

by Tim Foure
copyright  2001 by  Tim Foure

If you are under 18 or not permitted access to homosexual erotica where you
live, then you should not read this story. The other usual disclaimers too.
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Chapter 38 - Mike

As it turned out, we bathed each other.

"You are the most patient boy I've ever met," she told me as she lathered me
up. "I was amazed you hadn't simply grabbed me any of a half dozen times so
far this afternoon.

"I didn't think you wanted to be grabbed," I told her.

"You didn't think I wanted to have sex with you?"

"No, I did think that! At least I hoped you did. But I didn't think you
wanted me to just grab you and do it. I thought we'd go at it slower. I
thought that was what girls liked."

"You're right there. I do like it slow. But I can't believe I was your first
time! How marvelous! Now I can teach you to do all of the things I like it.
Not that there's anything wrong with the things you already do."

I thought that was funny. And it told me we would be doing it again. "You
probably can. I'd rather do stuff you like than stuff you don't. I'm willing
to try most anything."

"You are too good to be true."

I was very pleased with myself for how things had worked out until I began
to lather between her legs and found my cum running out of her. Then I began
to think about what my Dad had said about always using a condom.

"Only one thing," I told her, "I'm worried about us not using a condom or
anything."

"No need. I'm on the pill."

"Well, my dad is hell on wheels about condoms. The first time he and my mom
did it, they had me because he didn't have a condom. He says you can't
always trust the pill."

She put her hand on my shoulder and looked me straight in the eyes. "Believe
me about this. We aren't going to have a baby. I've been on the pill for six
years and I've never had a problem. So trust me, ok? This is amazing. I've
had boys try to talk me into doing it who told me I didn't have to worry
about getting pregnant even though they weren't prepared to prevent it,  but
you are the very first who's ever sung the opposite song. We are completely
safe. Believe me."

As we were drying ourselves, she told me, "I have to dry my hair now or I
won't be able to manage it at all later." She unsnapped the hair dryer from
its cradle on the wall. "I'm afraid this will take quite a while."

"No problem," I told her. "I don't have any plans for the rest of the
afternoon except to keep you company."

She gave me an odd look and began to dry her hair. As she said, it turned
out to be a long process.

At first I leaned against the wall and watched her, talking off and on as we
looked at each other in the mirror. My hardon had come back as she washed
me, partly because she had paid a lot of attention to my dick. But after I'd
stood against the wall for a while, it wilted. We were no longer touching
each other and the two of us being naked together was beginning to seem
normal. Eventually I got tired of standing. I thought about sitting on the
toilet, but decided it would be embarrassing, so I scooted my butt up onto
the counter at the end and sat there with my back against the wall. I had to
wiggle around to get comfortable and finally bent my knee, placing my foot
flat on the counter. I put my elbow on the knee and supported my head with
the palm of my hand. The other leg lay stretched out on its side on the
counter. My foot was just a short distance from her.

"I won't be much longer," she told me.

I could see that. Her hair was nearly dry and was beginning to look like it
had looked every evening.

When she finished, she walked toward me still holding the hair dryer and
asked, "I suppose your hair has dried long since."

I ran my hand through it as if I was checking though I knew it wasn't
necessary. "Yep, all dry."

"All dry?" she asked. "Let's see." There was literally a sparkle in her eye.

Her hand went straight to my pubic hair. She ran her fingers through it.
"Feels damp to me," she said. She flipped on the hair dryer and aimed the
hot air at my crotch, running her fingers through my pubic hair at the same
time. My dick, which had already started to respond, stood up in an instant.
  The air was very hot.

"Whoa!" I said, but she'd already turned off the dryer.

"I think that's taken care of it," she said as she continued to run her
fingers through my pubic hair. Her wrist was rubbing the shaft of my dick at
the same time. She handed me the hair dryer. "Hold this," she told me. When
I did, she ran her fingers lightly up my side tickling me.

I folded up, trying to escape her fingers, and ended up lying on the
counter.

Without ever taking her fingers out of my pubic hair, she took the dryer
from me and put it further down the counter. "I like having you in this
position," she said. "It makes it so easy to get at everything."

With that, she leaned forward and began to lick the head of my dick. After a
few seconds of that, she sucked the head into her mouth and swirled her
tongue around it for a few more seconds. When she finished, she let it fall
out of her mouth. It slapped against my belly and then stood away from it,
it was that hard. Her hand slid around from my pubic hair to my balls. They
were already tight against my crotch. She cupped them as she rubbed them for
a minute or so. Then she pulled on them gently and said,  "Come along to bed
then." Fortunately she let go of my balls or I never would have managed to
get off of the counter.

She climbed onto the bed from the bottom and crawled up to the top on her
hands and knees. There were what looked like several folds of skin where her
balls would have been hanging if she had been a boy. I wanted to get a
better look so I jumped onto the bed, catching her by the hips. I had meant
to keep her from rolling over onto her back. She surprised me by folding her
arms so her shoulders and head were pressed against the bed while her butt
stuck up in the air. She spread her knees further apart too.

My first inclination was to shove my dick straight into her, but instead I
began to caress her back very lightly with my fingertips. It was something
I'd started to do to Chris and it drove him crazy. I began at her butt
cheeks, went up to her shoulders, came back across her cheeks, and went down
the back of her legs to the inside of her knees. I was barely touching her,
sometimes only skimming my fingertips above the skin with an occasional
contact. I continued moving my hands up and down, increasing my range to
include her sides to the beginning of her breasts and the insides of her
thighs to the edges of her pussy. After a while she began to make noises to
let me know she liked what I was doing. I also noticed her pussy was
beginning to look wet.

As I continued, I concentrated on her breasts, but only touching the nipples
once every four or five times my fingers came near then. I found that the
inside of her thighs were very sensitive, as were her armpits and the backs
of her knees. I moved to beside her, continuing to caress her with one hand,
and pushed her hair aside so I could kiss her neck. I licked and kissed it,
moving up to her ears and including them in my attention while at the same
time running a finger lightly up and down her butt crack to touch her
asshole and the bottom of her pussy. I could feel the wetness on her pussy
each time I touched it.

As I began to kiss and lick my way down her back, I wet my finger in my
mouth and traced it lightly around first one nipple and then the other. They
were very hard. I continued alternating them while I stayed beside her.

When I reached the top of her crack, I moved to between her legs and began
to lick and nip at her butt cheeks. At the same time I wrapped my arms
around her and traced my fingertips lightly around her belly from the
bottoms of her breasts to the tuft of hair just above her pussy. When my
tongue touched her asshole, I felt the muscles in her legs go rigid. She
drew in a loud hissing breath.

I inched my knees forward between her legs until the head of my dick was
touching the lips of her pussy. I took hold of it by the shaft and began
moving it up and down, sliding the head along the lips of her pussy until it
made contact with her clitoris at the bottom. I rubbed it sideways there for
a few seconds before I ran it slowly up and down the lips again. At the same
time I ran the fingers of my other hand lightly over her back.

I repeated the same actions over and over until suddenly she lurched
backward, impaling herself on my dick. She pistoned her hips to slide her
pussy on and off of my dick. Almost immediately I began to feel an orgasm
building inside of me. Because of our position, the back of my dick where
the bundle of skin joins the head, the most sensitive part, was getting a
lot of stimulation. I could either pull out of her or cum before she was
ready.

It didn't take any thought to know what I should do, but it did take a lot
of will power. I pulled my dick out of her as she moved forward. I heard her
say, "What?" just as I backed away from her, grabbing her hips and forcing
her onto her side. From there, I rolled her onto her back, spread her legs,
crawled between them, and moved my face toward her pussy. If I'd had enough
self control and known for sure what I was aiming for, I would have made
sure my tongue touched her clitoris before any other parts of our bodies
touched. Since I didn't, I stuck my tongue out as far as it would go and
drew it up her pussy from the bottom to the top. She tasted different from
anything I'd ever tasted before, and I thought I could taste my own cum
mixed in. I knew I'd found what I was looking for when she moaned loudly and
her thighs closed against my head. After that I slid my tongue back and
forth feeling for the shape of the thing I was licking. I could definitely
taste my own cum from fucking her in the shower mixed into the wetness with
her taste. She got wetter and wetter. Then suddenly she went rigid and I
knew she was cumming. Thinking her clitoris was supposed to be more
sensitive than the head of my dick and knowing I could barely stand to have
the head of my dick touched once I started to cum, I lightened the touch of
my tongue. I could hear a faint moaning noise that was probably louder but
was being muffled by her thighs pressed against my ears.

When the sound lessened and her muscles began to loosen up, her thighs
dropped away from my ears. I was going to continue licking her clitoris,
thinking that she might be able to have more than one orgasm. I'd heard
women could. But she grabbed my head and pulled me up over her. I supported
myself on my elbows and knees as she pressed her mouth against mine and
drove her tongue between my lips.

I thought about the position I was in. I lowered my hips slightly as we
kissed and felt my dick head enter her. I knew if I pressed it forward, it
would slide into her. As I began to hunch up and push it forward, she
wrapped her legs around me and squeezed, forcing my dick as far into her as
it could go. I began to pump immediately, and she met each downward stroke
with an upward thrust of her own until suddenly she was saying, "Oh! Oh!"
continually as she had a second orgasm. I was on the verge myself, but I was
so fascinated watching her face as she came that I didn't cum. I even
stopped my fucking motion after she came. We lay there, me still deep inside
her, as she came down from her orgasm.

When she got her breath back, she said, "I can't believe you're still hard
after all that." Our faces were still only inches apart.

"I haven't cum yet," I told her.

"You haven't? Why not?"

"I wanted to see if I could make you cum again first."

"Well, now you know the answer to that. It was wonderful. The second one was
even better than the first."

"Can you do it again?" I asked.

"I could, but I think it's your turn."

I began to fuck her then, but she said, "No. Wait." She pushed against my
shoulder to get me to roll off of her.

I felt my dick come out of her and suddenly become cool in the air
conditioned air. She pushed me onto my back, got on her hands and knees, and
crawled down the bed. Then she took the head of my dick in her mouth. I let
her suck for a minute while I slid a finger into her and began to slide it
back and forth on her clitoris. I was fascinated by the look of her pussy,
the layers along the outside and the pink wet oval center. But after a
minute I decided I'd rather fuck her than have her suck me off. In the first
place, she wasn't very good at sucking dick compared to every man who'd
sucked my dick so far. And besides, it wasn't as much of a treat for me to
have my dick sucked as it was to fuck her. I could get my dick sucked almost
any time at home. My chances of fucking a woman again were going to fall off
fast once the vacation was over. I pulled at her to get her to stop.

She looked up at me with a question on her face. I replied to it by saying,
"I'd rather be inside you. Or even do it to you. Unless you really like to
suck dick."

"I like it well enough," she told me. "But I've actually had enough now.
Which do you want, to eat me or to fuck me?"

I smiled what I hoped was a wicked smile. "Eat now, fuck later?"

"You really are too good to be true," she told me as she reared up on her
knees, backed up slightly, and reversed directions, swinging her leg over my
head. We wiggled a little to get my arms and her legs arranged. When we were
settled, she was leaning forward holding onto the headboard and I had my
tongue pressed against her clitoris. While I licked and sucked on it, I
caressed every part of her body I could reach. By the time she came, my face
was very wet.

A few minutes later she said, "Fucking now? I want to be on top."

"Ok with me," I told her.

She worked her way down my body, still facing me and straddling my chest,
until she was over my hips. She moved back and forth for a while caressing
the back side of my dick with the wet lips of her pussy. Then I watched her
take hold of my dick, stand it up, raise herself on one leg, and lower
herself onto me. We were both so wet that my dick slid in almost without
friction. She began to raise and lower herself immediately.

I reached up, drawing my fingers in light circles over her breasts and
belly. She closed her eyes after a minute. I thought she looked like a
person riding a horse as she swayed back and forth over me. There was so
little friction against my dick that I knew it would take forever for me to
cum. Then she began to tighten muscles inside herself. That heightened my
pleasure and started moving me along toward an orgasm.

After a while she pressed one hand on her belly at the top of her pussy. I
realized she was trying to get better contact between her clitoris and my
dick, so I moved one of my hands there and took over from her, rubbing in a
small circle as I pushed her against me. That was all it took. In less than
a minute she came again. I could feel her muscles squeezing my dick as she
did. It sent me over too. I came up into her as she finished her own orgasm,
lifting my crotch up against her with each shot.

When we were both finished, she leaned forward, lying on me and kissing me.
I felt my dick soften and fall out of her while we kissed.

"That was very good," she told me as she rolled off to lie beside me, using
my arm as a pillow.

"I liked it too," I told her.

We were both staring at the ceiling rather than looking at each other.

"You're a very good lover, you know. I've never had anyone who was so
concerned with my pleasure over his own."

"Sometimes I think I like giving someone else pleasure more than I like to
cum myself."

"I believe that," she told me.

It occurred to me I had told her she was the first woman I'd had sex with. I
wondered what she thought about what I said.

We lay quietly for a few minutes before she began tracing the end of a long
fingernail lightly on my hip bone. At first it tickled, but not to the point
I had to escape from it. But after a while it began to feel different and I
started to get hard.

"You can't be ready again!" she said, noticing it.

"I dunno. I might be," I told her with kind of an embarrassed laugh.

"I don't know if I can do it again. I think  I'll be sore if we do."

"I can wait then."

"I know that's the truth," she said with a giggle as she drew her finger
along the shaft of my now hard dick. "Sticky," she told me.

I raised my shoulders and supported myself on my elbows so I could look. My
dick was half covered with my own cum and my pubic hair was still damp from
the wetness that had run down from her pussy.

"Can't help that. Unless we use a condom or something to hold it in. But
then I'd still be sticky when I took it off anyhow."

"You're not half as sticky as I am," she told me.

"Really?" I asked, realizing right away that she had to be at least as
sticky as I was.

I turned onto my side and touched the top of her pussy with my finger. It
wasn't very sticky around her clitoris, but as I ran my finger along the lip
nearest me, it began to be sticky. At the bottom it was wet. In fact, my cum
was oozing out of her and running down toward the sheet. I was surprised.
When I got fucked, the cum stayed in me. I supposed I expected it to be the
same way with her even though I'd felt my cum on her pussy when we'd washed
each other after our fuck in the shower.

"You're dripping," I told her as I continued to run my cum-covered finger up
the insides of her lips.

"It's got to go somewhere," she said.

"So you always end up with a wet spot under you afterwards?" I asked.

"Well, you end up with a wet spot under somebody afterwards. They say that's
how you can tell a gentleman. He's willing to sleep on the wet spot."

I laughed.

"If you keep that up, you'll have me started again," she told me. I'd
continued to coat my finger in my cum and use it as lube to slide it along
the inside of her lips and over her clitoris.

"That's ok with me."

"You might have to do it with your tongue. I don't know if I can stand to be
fucked again. I'm not used to so much attention."

"That's ok with me too," I said as I began to inch my way down the bed.

What I really wanted to do was get a good look at her pussy. I crawled
between her legs, being careful to continue rubbing her slowly and gently
the whole time. When I could look at it head on, I saw that at the top was
what looked like a tiny dick. It even had a little piece of skin over it
that reminded me of a foreskin. I ran my lubed finger around it carefully,
getting an "Oh, God!" in response from her. Now that I knew what I had to
work with, I leaned forward and began tracing the tip of my tongue all
around it. I pulled it between my lips, holding it as I flicked the tip of
my tongue back and forth across it. In a few minutes she was panting,
grabbing handfuls of the sheet, and digging her heels into the bed.

"No more! I can't take any more today!" she told me after she'd cum.

"Ok, if you're sure," I told her with a smile on my face.

To be continued
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