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My Daughter's Roommate - 1
by Day Dreamer (1993)

***

A widowed dad is seduced by his daughter's college 
roommate and he can't believe his luck. Their interplay 
finds dad fantasizing about what it would be like to be 
doing these things to his beautiful young daughter. 
Those thoughts of incest just won't go away. (MF, FF, 
rom)

***

Author's Note: This is a fantasy and, therefore, a work 
of fiction. All characters, events, and circumstances 
are imaginary, and any similarity between them and 
actual persons, events and circumstances is purely 
coincidental.

***

PART ONE

My wife died two years ago, and since then I've pretty 
much lived a loner's life. My only child, Candy, lived 
in an apartment with one of her girlfriends during her 
summer break from college, and even though she usually 
called me almost every day, we actually saw each other 
only about once a week. 

The last two years had been rough ones, but I'd about 
worked my way through the grief over my wife's death and 
was beginning to feel periods of loneliness. Believing 
this was a sign that I reestablish a social life, I 
entertained thoughts of beginning to date. I'd heard all 
sorts of horror stories about what a jungle dating was 
for older, newly-single persons, so I had anxiety about 
getting into that arena. 

I was beginning to get incredibly horny, though, and 
even with frequent relieving of sexual urges with 
masturbation, I was starting to experience a driving 
urge for real female companionship. I was needing a 
flesh-and-blood woman, not the imaginary ones I conjured 
up in my erotic fantasies. I hoped to find a mature 
woman near my age who, like me, wanted only a physical 
relationship without too many emotional entanglements -- 
just good, hot sex with no strings attached. 

Before trying to date someone I hardly knew, I decided I 
would invite my daughter and her roommate out to dinner. 
I figured if I started with a comfortable, non-sexual 
encounter like taking the two girls out, asking an older 
woman would be easier. Besides, my daughter was going 
back to school the next week and it would be somewhat of 
a back-to-school going- away celebration. 

I picked the girls up at 7:00 o'clock the next Friday 
evening. Although I had talked with her a few times on 
the telephone, it was the first time I had actually met 
Candy's roommate. Her name was Barbie, and the name fit 
her perfectly. She was blonde and willowy, just like a 
Barbie doll. And just like the doll, she had long legs 
that just seemed to go on forever. 

They were both dressed stylishly in tight mini-skirts 
and form-fitting tops that left few secrets about the 
contours of their bodies. Candy was a beautiful girl, 
but Barbie was just about her equal. I couldn't help but 
wonder why Barbie would be willing to spend an evening 
with an older man like me when she must have certainly 
had many offers from young studs her own age. 

I took the girls to one of the better supper clubs in 
town and, after we got a table, ordered drinks. With a 
band playing some good soft music in the background, 
Candy and I chatted about her having to go back to 
school on the following Sunday. To get in some last 
moments with her before she left town, I agreed to come 
over and help her pack her car. Throughout this time, 
Barbie was very pleasant, smiling a lot, but didn't 
enter much into the conversation. 

After a few minutes of listening to the band and 
chatting, I asked Candy to dance. When we got onto the 
dance floor, Candy told me that Barbie was a very sweet 
girl, but was somewhat on the shy side. I told her I was 
amazed that someone as pretty as she could be shy. 

Candy laughed and said that even if Barbie was pretty, 
she was still very shy, especially with men. She told me 
that she herself was dating a little that summer, but 
that Barbie would usually sit home and watch television. 
Sure, she got asked out on many occasions, but her 
shyness kept her from accepting. She urged me to ask 
Barbie to dance, that with her there she would probably 
accept. 

When we got back to the table, I asked Barbie to dance 
the next dance with me. She got a surprised look on her 
face, and glanced quickly at Candy. Candy smiled and 
made a motion toward the dance floor with her head. With 
a shy smile, Barbie stood up and said, "Yes, I would 
love to dance." 

The band was playing a nice golden-oldie, a slow piece 
that called for some old-fashioned slow dancing. Barbie 
came into my arms and her body almost melted against 
mine. She was almost as tall as I, and we seemed to fit 
together like two pieces of a jig-saw puzzle. After a 
few seconds, she murmured, "Oh, Mr. Larson, you're a 
good dancer. Most of the boys I know are pure clods on 
their feet." 

She put her head on my shoulder and snuggled her body 
even more closely against mine. "I just love slow 
dancing," she whispered into my ear. 

She may have been enjoying our dancing together, but not 
nearly so much as I. The firm mounds of her breasts were 
pushing into my chest and her soft, rounded belly pushed 
up hard against my lower abdomen. It had been a long 
time since I had held a girl in my arms and I was 
savoring every second of it. Unfortunately, with its 
having been so long since I had been in such close 
contact with a female body, I couldn't keep from 
reacting to the sensual stimulus. 

Against my wishes, even with gritting my teeth to try to 
avoid it, my penis began to harden and lengthen out down 
my trousers leg. "Oh, God," I thought, "I'm going to 
embarrass myself, and with Barbie being as shy as she 
is, she's going to be mortified." 

Instead of pulling away in embarrassment, though, Barbie 
pushed her groin hard against mine, squirming her hips 
against me. She whispered into my ear, "Am I the cause 
of that?" 

"Yes, and I'm so sorry. I'm terribly embarrassed about 
something like this happening." 

"Oh, please don't be embarrassed. It's really my fault 
for dancing so close. Besides, I'm very flattered by it. 
I wasn't sure I could cause that kind of reaction in a 
man. You're giving my ego a tremendous boost." With 
that, she pulled me so tight against her that I could 
feel the hard little nubbins of her nipples against my 
chest. 

We finished the dance almost glued together, silent, 
both of us enjoying the pleasant sensations of sexual 
flesh pressed against sexual flesh. 

When the song ended, Barbie excused herself and went to 
the restroom and I went back to the table. My hard-on 
was evident, bulging out the front of my trousers. Candy 
arched an eyebrow and with a wry smile whispered, "Well, 
I see you really did enjoy dancing with her." I blushed 
a little in embarrassment about my condition, but no 
more was said about my obvious arousal. Barbie returned 
soon and the subject seemed to be dropped. 

After we ate, we had a couple of after-dinner drinks and 
talked and laughed. Barbie no longer seemed so shy and 
grew more talkative and animated as the evening wore on. 
When I mentioned leaving, Barbie asked me to dance one 
more dance with her before we left. When we moved onto 
the dance floor, Barbie again molded her body against 
me, pressing her groin against mine, seeming to try to 
push her pussy into my once-again hard and throbbing 
cock. "You're coming over Sunday to help Candy get away 
to college aren't you?" 

"Sure, just like I said I would," I answered. 

"Well, after Candy leaves, will you come back into the 
apartment? There's something I need to talk to you 
about." 

"Well, okay, I'll be glad to," I answered. "But why 
can't we talk about it now?" 

"Because now's not a good time. It's something I'll be 
able to talk about only when the two of us are alone 
together." 

The song ended with those words and Barbie thrust her 
groin hard against mine, giving my cock one final feel 
of the indentation of her pussy. When we went back to 
the table, I was once against in an evident state of 
arousal, my cock a hard bulge under the fly of my 
trousers. I could see Candy's eyes take in the show, but 
she only gave me a knowing look and didn't comment. 

We didn't say much on the way back to their apartment. 
When I let them out, Candy kissed me on the cheek and 
thanked me for taking them to dinner. Following suit, 
Barbie repeated the ritual. As I got into the car and 
closed the door, Candy said, "See you Sunday morning, 
Daddy." 

"Yes, see you Sunday," Barbie repeated softly. 

As I drove home, I recalled the feel of Barbie's body 
against mine and immediately got another hard-on. Under 
the shower that night I soaped up my cock and stroked it 
hard, imagining it was Barbie's hand performing the act. 
Jets of sperm shot out into the shower stall as my cock 
jerked in orgasm. I slept soundly that night, not even 
dreaming about what dark, mysterious subject Barbie 
wished to talk about. 

* * * 

Sunday morning I drove over to Candy and Barbie's 
apartment to help Candy get her clothes and gear loaded 
into her car. Candy had most of her stuff already packed 
in suitcases, boxes, and hanging garment bags. 
Altogether, between finishing the last of her packing 
and loading everything into the trunk and back seat of 
Candy's car, we finished in about two hours. 

Barbie prepared us some sandwiches and Cokes, and we sat 
down in the living room and ate lunch and rested. Candy 
said she needed to take a shower before leaving and 
asked me to stay until she left so she could kiss me 
good-bye. 

While I was waiting, I finally had time to take a good 
look at Barbie. It was worth the effort, because I liked 
what I saw. She was dressed in a pair of extra-short 
shorts and a tight- fitting tank top. Her lack of a bra 
was obvious from the way her nipples and the dark 
circles of her areolas showed through the thin fabric of 
her top. 

Her shorts pulled up so tightly into her crotch that the 
crease of her vagina was clearly defined. Her long legs 
were very shapely, with smoothly fleshed thighs and firm 
calves. If she hadn't been so young, almost the same age 
as my daughter, I would have found her sexually 
attractive.

"Hell," I thought to myself, "who am I fooling. I AM 
attracted to her. It was she I thought about when I 
jerked off the other night. And it was she who got me so 
hot and bothered when we danced together. Kid or no kid, 
she is a fine-looking woman, and I would make love to 
her if the occasion were right." 

Barbie saw me looking at her and gave me a soft, gentle 
smile. Still smiling at me, she slowly spread her legs 
apart and moved her hands up and down her thighs, 
caressing them with light strokes. I envied her hands, 
wishing that it were mine doing the stroking. Of its own 
volition, my cock swelled to where I had a semi-
erection. 

The last thing in the world I wanted was for Candy to 
come back into the room and find me lusting after her 
roommate. I quickly switched my thoughts over to Candy 
and her trip back to Austin and my cock gradually 
returned to normal. Just in time, too, for at this time 
Candy came back into the room, all ready to leave for 
her trip. 

Barbie and I walked Candy out to her car. She gave 
Barbie a hug and then she hugged me. The hug was unlike 
any she had given me before. She pushed her body against 
mine and her groin pressed against mine. Still slightly 
tumescent, my cock started once again to harden. I 
quickly pulled back, not wanting Candy to know how I was 
reacting to her hug. She kissed me on the lips instead 
of the cheek, and her lips were wet and slightly parted. 

In automatic reaction, I spread my lips apart to match 
hers. Her tongue darted out and brushed lightly across 
my lower lip. She broke the kiss, a look of regret on 
her face. "I almost wish I weren't leaving," she said 
softly. "But I'll be back in about a month. Keep the 
home fires burning. Good-bye Daddy. Bye-bye, Barbie. See 
you in about a month." 

She drove off, leaving Barbie and me standing on the 
curb. 

I was in somewhat of a state of shock, hardly believing 
what had just happened. Unless I had completely 
misconstrued Candy's actions, she had just made sexual 
overtures to me. Just the thought of that possibility 
filled be with a powerful feeling of concupiscence. 

All the repressed desires I had ever felt for my 
daughter came to the surface and made me realize how 
much I would like to make love to her. I groaned 
internally and told myself that I was a fool for even 
having such thoughts, that what I was thinking was only 
the stuff of perverted erotic fantasies, not real life. 

At this time I felt Barbie's hand on my arm. "Well, 
she's off to school. In a way I envy her, being able to 
go off to school, while I go to school here in town. Oh, 
well, Rice is just as good a school as Texas, and we'll 
both end up with good degrees." 

I realized that she had missed the interplay between 
Candy and me, and I was relieved. God, what would she 
think of me if she thought I was lusting after my own 
daughter. Lusting after Barbie was bad enough, but 
having sexual thoughts about Candy was even more 
perverted. 

"Mr. Larson, can you come in now and talk with me?" 

"Barbie, for Pete's sake, call me Joe. Calling me Mr. 
Larson makes me feel like I'm a tottering old man." 

Barbie laughed and said, "Okay, Joe it is. And you're 
sure not a tottering old man. At least I hope you're 
not, cause that would spoil everything." 

"What do you mean, 'everything'?" 

Barbie took my hand in hers and pulled me toward her 
door. "Come on in and I'll tell you about it." 

"Is this what you said you needed to talk to me about?" 
I asked. 

"Yes, that's what it's about." 

We went into Barbie's living room and she closed the 
door behind us. I sat down on the sofa and she sat in 
the chair across from me, just as she had done earlier. 
Barbie softly cleared her throat and said, "Mr. 
Lar...err, Joe, do you think I'm attractive?" 

"Barbie, you're not just attractive, you're a beautiful 
girl," I answered without any hesitation. 

"Am I sexually appealing, too?" 

I didn't know where this was leading, but the 
conversation was getting me excited again and my cock 
was starting to get hard like it had been before. "Yes, 
Barbie, you are definitely sexually appealing. Any man 
in his right mind would like to make love to you." I was 
afraid to look down at my front, knowing there would be 
the evidence of my statement. If she were as shy and 
naive as Candy had made her out to be, maybe she 
wouldn't notice. 

"Hah!" I thought, "She knew what it was the other night, 
she'll know what it is now." 

Barbie's eyes widened as she looked at my bulging front, 
and she whispered, "Yes, I can see you mean what you 
say." Barbie then got to her feet and moved in front of 
me, standing just inches away. Looking directly down at 
me, she said in a soft, little-girl voice, "Joe, I want 
you to teach me how to make love. Will you show me how? 
Please?" 

Needless to say, I was totally surprised by her request. 
I figured a girl as beautiful as Barbie could have any 
man she wanted, and here she was asking me, a man more 
than twice her age, to teach her about lovemaking. "God, 
Barbie, did I hear you right?" I asked. "You mean you 
don't know how to make love and you want me to show how 
to do it?" 

Barbie answered, "Yes, that's just what I'm asking you 
to do." 

"You mean you're still a virgin?" I asked. 

"No, I'm not a virgin. I did it once when I was fifteen, 
but it was a bad experience. I know from listening to my 
friends that it should be something good and beautiful. 
That's why I want to learn how." 

"But why me? There are lots of boys who would kill to 
make love to a beautiful girl like you." 

"I want to learn from someone who's experienced, who 
knows how to make a girl enjoy making love. From what 
I've heard, you're that kind of man." 

"What do you mean, 'what you've heard'?" 

"Well, Candy has told me how she's listened when you and 
your wife made love. How your wife cried out in pleasure 
and joy from what you did to her. That's the kind of 
lovemaking I want to learn, and I need to learn it from 
someone who knows how." 

I was both flattered and irritated by what Barbie said. 
Flattered that both Candy and Barbie thought of me a 
good lover and irritated about Candy's telling a friend 
about something as personal and intimate as the love 
between a wife and husband. Lust won out over 
indignation, though. I recognized that I was beyond the 
point of no return -- my cock was now fully hard and 
straining at the front of my trousers. 

After two years of celibacy, Barbie's request was one I 
couldn't refuse. I was practically trembling at the 
thought of getting her naked and teaching her everything 
I knew about all the ways our bodies could give each 
other pleasure. 

"I know I'm not much compared to all the mature, 
experienced women who must be running after a handsome 
man like you. But if you'll teach me how, I know I can 
be as good as any of them. If you'll just teach me how, 
I'll do my best to be the best lover you ever had," 
Barbie said, looking down at me. 

I couldn't help but smile ruefully, and said, "I don't 
know where you got an idea like that, but the truth is 
that I haven't had a women since my wife died. It's been 
two years since I've made love to a woman. I'm probably 
pretty rusty right now." 

"Ohhh, Joe. You poor thing. You must be hurting real 
bad." Moving closer, Barbie spread her legs apart, and 
straddling my thighs with hers, sat on my lap. Her 
breasts pressed against my chest and her pussy fit down 
right on top of my now completely hard and throbbing 
cock. "I know it must have been bad for you, but I like 
it that it's happening this way. This way you won't be 
comparing me to any recent, experienced lovers. This 
way, you get to relearn while I'm learning." 

Barbie squirmed her pussy against my hard cock and a 
smile of both wonder and pleasure spread across her 
face. She looked down adoringly at me and then lowered 
her mouth to mine. Her lips were moist and warm against 
mine, and I savored the thrill of the first real kiss I 
had for a long time. I spread my lips slightly apart, 
and extending my tongue between them, I brushed it 
lightly across her lips, giving them little tender, wet 
stokes of love. 

Barbie moaned softly in reaction. Responding to my oral 
caresses, she spread her own lips apart. The tip of her 
tongue came out between them, and with almost tentative 
motions, she brushed her tongue against mine with light, 
almost imperceptible strokes. 

I wrapped my arms around Barbie and pulled her even 
closer against me. I put one hand behind her neck and 
then opened my mouth wide and probed my tongue fully 
into her mouth. Her mouth opened wide and her lips 
worked around my mouth, nibbling and sliding over its 
surface. Her tongue became a wild thing, swirling and 
intertwining with mine, exchanging oral caresses. 

I withdrew my tongue and hers followed it, plunging into 
my mouth. She explored all my oral cavity with her 
tongue, digging it under mine, under my gums, and into 
my cheeks. She was panting now, and her breath came into 
my mouth in little gusts. I could feel the sounds in her 
chest as she moaned softly, responding to the sheer 
eroticism of our deep kiss. 

Barbie squirmed her buttocks around on my lap, working 
the crotch of her shorts down so that it made even 
tighter contact with my rampant penis. My cock was 
throbbing in response to our kiss, and I felt the wet 
spot in my Jockey shorts where pre-cum was drooling out 
and dampening the fabric. 

Almost breathless, Barbie pulled her lips away from mine 
and whispered, "Oh, God, Joe, I've never felt like this 
before. I'm so aroused my panties are starting to get 
wet." She pressed her pussy down against my hard cock 
and said, "You're aroused, too, aren't you. I can feel 
your hardness pressing against me. It feels like you've 
got a log between your legs. You really do want me, 
don't you? You really do want to make love to me." 

I pulled Barbie's face back down to mine, and with her 
lips almost brushing against mine, I said, "Like I've 
never wanted anything in my life." 

"Oh, God, Joe, me too," she whispered and then pressed 
her open mouth against mine. She plunged her tongue into 
my mouth and caressed my tongue with hers. As she did 
so, I moved my hands up and down her back, stroking 
gently, loving the feel of the warm flesh I felt through 
the thin fabric of her top. I moved my hands down to 
Barbie's buttocks and cupped one in each hand, kneading 
and stroking them with gentle, loving caresses. She 
moaned softly and almost bounced up and down on my lap, 
seeking to bring her pussy into closer contact with my 
bulging cock. 

Moving my hand to the side of her shorts, I undid the 
buttons, leaving the waistband loose around her middle. 
Extending my hands under the fabric of her shorts, I ran 
them all over the silken smoothness of her brief bikini 
panties. Tracing along their lower hem, I caressed the 
exposed skin of her lower buttocks. 

One by one, my fingers found the crease between the firm 
globes of her ass, and I stroked them up and down the 
cleft, moving from its top down into the area between 
her thighs. With her legs spread wide apart as they 
were, I could run my fingers all the way down to her 
crotch and stroke them across the narrow expanse of silk 
covering her anus and vulva. She was right about her 
panties being wet -- I could feel the slight dampness of 
her arousal in the fabric between her legs. 

Moving my hands up to the top of Barbie's panties, I 
pushed my hands under the sheer fabric and onto the 
smoothly textured flesh of her buttocks. Once again I 
found the spread-wide crack of her buttocks and moved my 
fingers up and down its full length. As I went lower, 
probing deeply into the hidden area between her thighs, 
I felt the evidence of her arousal. The lower portion of 
the gaping area between her buttocks was slick with the 
flow of her female secretions, and my fingers made slick 
tracks across her anus as they probed her nether 
regions. 

She started as I slowly circled her little rosebud with 
a fingertip and moaned into my mouth at the pleasure of 
the erotic touch. Moving even lower, my finger 
encountered the very bottom of her gaping vulva. I 
extended my finger and probed it into the moist furrow 
of her womanness. She broke the kiss and ground her wet 
flesh against my probing finger, murmuring, "Oh god, 
Joe! You're driving me crazy!" 

I wanted to move my finger all the way up to her 
clitoris and give her the thrill of feeling it stroked 
but the pressure of my cock against her prevented it. 
Instead, I moved my hands from under her panties to up 
under the thin fabric of her top. Spreading my fingers 
to their widest, I slowly moved my hands around to her 
front. 

As they gently stroked across her front, they came to 
the soft curves of the undersides of her breasts. I 
moved them up to where they each cupped one of her 
breasts and then squeezed them with just gentle 
pressure. She responded by moving herself backward so 
that there was enough space between us for me continue 
my ministrations. 

The tank top she had on fit so tightly that I didn't 
have room to pay the kind of homage to her breasts that 
they deserved. To solve that problem, I pulled my hands 
from under her top and then slowly pulled it up until it 
came up over and fully exposed her bountiful mounds. 
Barbie broke the kiss and pulled herself even further 
away, ensuring I had ample room to continue caressing 
her breasts. 

With room enough to properly attend to Barbie's needs, I 
rubbed a finger over each of her nipples, lightly 
stroking across the hard little nubbins. She wrapped her 
arms around my neck and laid her cheek on the top of my 
head, moaning in reaction to the pleasure my hands were 
bringing to her breasts. 

As I gently stroked and squeezed Barbie's soft mounds, 
her nipples erected, hardening and extending out in 
little points from the dark circles surrounding them. 
She whispered, "Oh, Joe, I love that. My boobs are so 
sensitive." 

I knew that if my hands felt that good on her breasts, 
my mouth and tongue would feel even better. I moved my 
mouth to her right breast and stroked my tongue across 
its top. Barbie jerked in reaction to the contact, and 
then pulled herself even further back. With her hands 
still wrapped around the back of my neck, she leaned 
back and thrust her breasts up to me, inviting me to 
give them oral caresses. 

"Yes, Joe, suck on them. Oh god, Joe, I've longed so 
much for a boy to suck on my nipples. Suck them. Please, 
Joe, suck them... suck them hard." As I took a nipple 
into my mouth, she muttered, "Yes! Yes, yes, yes! Like 
that. Oh, God, yes! Suck on them... suck them... suck 
like a baby." 

Seeing the pleasure I was giving Barbie, I doubled my 
efforts, taking the whole center of her breast into my 
mouth and sucking on it. As I did so, I stroked my 
tongue in circles around her nipple, moving it across 
the pebbly-texture of her areola. I pulled my mouth away 
from her breast until just the hard extension of her 
nipple was still between my lips and nibbled on it, 
biting with just the gentlest of nips with my teeth. 
Barbie whispered, almost a hiss, "Yeesssssss, like that. 
Just... like... that!" 

Suddenly Barbie sat up fully in my lap. Reaching down, 
she took hold of her tank top and pulled it up over her 
head, tossing it on the floor. Her breasts were now 
fully exposed to me now, twin mounds the shape of half-
a-cantaloupe, each pale and white except for the dark 
circles of areolae. I took each one in a hand and 
squeezed it, causing the nipples to thrust out even more 
than they were. 

I brought my mouth down, and alternating between them, 
kissed, sucked, and licked each of them. I feasted on 
them, loving each of them fully with my mouth and 
tongue. Barbie's had her head thrown back, moaning as I 
lavished my oral caresses on her now trembling breasts. 

Barbie reached out her hands and grasped my shoulders, 
crying, "Oh, God, Joe, I can't take anymore of this. I 
feel like I'm climbing higher and higher, that I'm just 
about to explode." 

I was feeling a lot like that myself. It had been so 
long since I had made love to a woman that I was shaking 
with desire. My cock had poured out pre-cum and the 
whole front of my Jockey shorts was now soaked from the 
flow. The continued grinding of Barbie's pussy against 
my cock had me on the very edge of orgasm. I knew that 
if we continued in this manner, we both would soon be 
erupting in orgasm. 

I didn't want to cum in my pants, I wanted my cock 
inside Barbie's tight pussy when I spent my long-stored 
sperm. Besides, the feel of Barbie's pussy against my 
cock made me want to see it and touch it without the 
restrictions our clothing caused. Even more than that, I 
wanted to bury my mouth in the wetness of her woman 
flesh and taste once more the unparalleled taste of a 
woman in full arousal. 

I took my mouth away from Barbie's breasts and pulled 
her face down to mine. Our mouths came together in a wet 
kiss, our tongues wild animals as they duelled each 
other. Barbie was breathing hard and so was I. We were 
each ready to go to the next step of Barbie's lessons. 

As if she sensed my thoughts, Barbie pulled her mouth 
away from mine and whispered, "I want us to get naked, 
Joe. I want us to be able to see each other's bodies in 
all their glory. It's time to go to my bedroom. Oh, God, 
Joe, strip me and make love to me. I need it so bad." As 
she said this, she stood up and took my hand. "Let's go 
to my bedroom. Make love to me. Teach me all there is 
about making love. Come fuck me, Joe. Fuck me and teach 
me how to fuck you." 

Barbie held my hand tightly as we walked down the 
hallway to her bedroom. With her tank top removed, I had 
an excellent view of the profile of her breasts. They 
hadn't seemed particularly large when she was facing me 
in the living room chair, but seeing them now in 
profile, seeing the way they thrust out and jiggled up 
and down as she walked, made me realize they were full 
and developed. I knew I would enjoy feasting on them and 
caressing them until the nipples stood erect and hard. 

As we entered her bedroom, her hand trembled in mine and 
I could tell she was nervous about the journey on which 
we were about to embark. As we approached the bed that 
filled a corner of the room, she turned to me and 
smiling shyly said, "Joe, I don't know what to do next. 
All I know is that I have never felt this way before. I 
know that whatever comes next, I'm ready for it. Oh, 
God, Joe, I'm more than ready for it -- I NEED it. I've 
never felt such a need before. I've never in my life 
been aroused like I am now." 

Still holding my hand, she used it to pull herself into 
my arms. Wrapping her arms around me, she put her mouth 
to mine and kissed me with a fervor that proved the 
truth of her statement. She broke the kiss and almost 
breathlessly whispered, "Joe, show me what to do next. 
Love me, and show me how to love you." 

With her in my arms like that, she was no longer my 
daughter's roommate -- she was a desirable woman and I 
was a man who desired her. We were man and woman aroused 
and needing each other. Our desires had mounted to a 
fever pitch, and we needed each other in a manner 
approaching desperation. I pulled her lips to mine again 
and my mouth feasted on hers. 

As we kissed, I put my hands on her firm buttocks and 
pulled her groin hard against mine, pressing the hard 
knot of my manhood into the vee of her groin. As I 
cupped and kneaded the firm handfuls of her buttocks, 
she thrust herself against me, pushing her sex into even 
closer contact with mine. 

We broke the kiss slowly, almost reluctantly, until our 
lips were barely apart, just brushing against the 
other's. We were both breathing hard now, our mutual 
desire almost taking our breath away. Putting my hands 
on the waistband of her loosened shorts, I started 
pushing them down over her hips. As they came below her 
hips and fell to the floor around her feet, I said, "The 
first thing is to get rid of all the barriers between 
us." 

Barbie stepped back away from me and said, "Yes, let's 
get naked. I want to show my body to you -- show it to 
you completely." She smiled at me and whispered, "And I 
want to see your body, your naked body, and all there is 
about it." She sat down on the side of the bed and 
started to remove her shoes and socks. 

Without looking up she in a soft voice, "I've never seen 
a nude man before." Then she looked up, and with an 
almost lascivious expression on her face, she said in a 
louder voice, "I want to see you naked, Joe. I want to 
see what's been pressing up here between my legs. I want 
to see your penis, Joe. I want to see that hard manhood 
with my own eyes." 

Responding to her wanton request, I started stripping my 
clothes, almost tearing them from my body. Barbie's 
words inflamed me, and I wanted her to see me naked as 
much as I longed to see her body in its totality. 
Impelled by that urgency, I had removed all my clothes 
except my Jockey shorts by the time she had finished 
taking off her shoes and socks. 

Barbie stood and faced me, trembling slightly in 
anticipation of the next step. For a moment we stood 
there, looking into each other's eyes. Her brief panties 
barely covered her pubis and lower belly. A circle of 
dampness spread out from the panties' crotch, a tell-
tale of the height of her arousal. I glanced down at the 
front of my shorts, and saw that they had a similar 
circle of moisture. I felt the slick wetness of my pre-
seminal flow pressing against my straining cock. It was 
evidence of my total arousal, evidence of my desire for 
the almost-nude, beautiful twenty-year-old girl who 
stood before me. 

"Do you like my body?" Barbie asked. 

"Barbie, you have a beautiful body. You're a beautiful 
girl and you have a body to match." I grinned a little 
and added, "At least that part I can." 

"What about you?" she said. "I can't see all of you 
either." 

I put my hands to the top of my shorts and started to 
push them down. Matching me, Barbie put her hands to the 
top of her panties, and still looking me in the eyes, a 
shy smile on her face, started pushing them down over 
her hips. Inch by inch, we each lowered our last 
articles of clothing, pushing them down to reveal our 
unclad bodies to each other. Barbie's pubic fur came 
into view just as a mat of my pubic hair pushed itself 
over the waistband of my shorts. 

Barbie pushed the silken fabric of her panties down onto 
her thighs and her vagina revealed itself fully to me, 
her womanly crease visible through the damp locks of her 
fur. As her sexual core came into view, I pushed the 
waistband of my shorts over the bulge of my cock and 
balls. 

Free from its restrictions, my cock sprung outward, 
stiff and throbbing in its freedom. Shorts and panties 
both fell to the floor and without looking down, we each 
stepped out of them and stood still and silent, inviting 
each other's inspection. 

Barbie's eyes, now widened, roamed up and down my body, 
taking in all my nakedness. I gazed at her at the same 
time, almost breathless from the beauty of her girlish, 
yet womanly, body on full display. I reached out a hand 
and brushed it across one of her erect nipples. "Barbie, 
you are incredibly beautiful, all of you," I said, 
caressing the hard, little nubbin that jutted out so 
proudly from the dusky circle topping the full, white 
mound of her breast. 

Barbie stepped toward me and laid a hand on my chest, 
running her fingers through the sparse hair that covered 
it. "You're beautiful, too, Joe," she whispered. "And 
you're so big. God, you're so big and hard." Even though 
I knew that at about six inches my cock was only average 
in size, I couldn't help but feel flattered by her 
compliment. Responding to her words, I pulled her 
against me and kissed her. 

With our arms wrapped tightly around each other, the 
hard points of her breasts pressed into my chest. As we 
kissed with a deep, soul kiss, she started breathing 
faster, and with each breath the little bullets of her 
nipples felt harder yet. I reached down and took hold of 
her buttocks, squeezing them gently. As I did so, I bent 
my legs just a little so that my cock could come free 
from between us and its head press into the crease of 
her vagina. 

Thrusting my hips forward, I slid my cock between her 
labia. Her flesh was slick from her secretions, and my 
cock burrowed into the hot, slippery recess of her 
furrow. 

Pressing a little deeper, my cock came to Barbie's 
clitoris. It was a hard protrusion, a swollen bump right 
in the center of her wet channel. As the head of my cock 
brushed over the little nubbin, Barbie gasped and jerked 
her hips in reaction. She moaned into my mouth and 
muttered, "Oh, God!" Reacting to such pleasure, she 
thrust her hips against mine and my cock slid all the 
way down into the folds and convolution of her labia. 
Our pubic bones now pressed hard against each other, and 
we both panted in reaction to the waves of pleasure 
flowing through our sexual centers. This time it was my 
time to moan. The warmth of her flesh surrounding my 
cock caused it to throb, each of my heart-beats making 
it pulsate with its own little beats. 

Our kiss was beyond control. Gasping and working our 
lips and tongues in wild abandon, our mouths acted out 
the motions our lower bodies were desperate to perform. 
As we plunged our tongues in and out of each other's 
mouths in oral copulatory motions, Barbie's hips started 
imitating the motion, pushing in and pulling out. 

As she did, my cock slid back and forth in her furrow, 
my shaft caressing her clitoral protrusion. Her furrow 
slickened even more with each stroke, becoming oily with 
secretions flowing from her inner recesses and pre-cum 
flowing from my cock in a copious, seemingly never-
ending supply. 

Barbie was moaning now, a continuous sound of pleasure. 
Her moans had started softly, but were gradually 
increasing in volume. Suddenly, she jerked her mouth 
away from mine and stiffened her body until it was 
almost rigid. Her mouth opened in a round circle and her 
eyes widened. Almost chokingly she muttered, "Joe! Oh, 
God, Joe!" 

Her furrow started shuddering around my cock and her 
belly jerked against mine. I felt her tremors as they 
ran through her abdomen and flowed into mine. She 
clutched me against her and laid her head on my 
shoulder. 

"Joooeee, ooohhh Jooe... Oh god, Joe. Oooohhhh, God... 
Ooooohh. Oh, Joe... Joe... Joe!" she moaned as the 
shudders and spasms of orgasm shook her body. 

My cock was locked in the tight grip of her labial lips 
as they clamped down on it. Tremor after tremor seized 
her channel and moved into the hardness of my imprisoned 
shaft. It was only an act of sheer will power that kept 
me from coming along with her. 

The shudders of her flesh against mine brought me right 
to the edge and, but for the thought of how good it was 
going to feel to bury my cock fully in the warmth of the 
near-virgin flesh that now gripped it so pleasurably, I 
would have spewed my manhood out into the warm folds 
that embraced my throbbing penis. 

The shudders and tremors of her orgasm slowly lessened 
and Barbie's knees began to buckle under her. I lifted 
her up gently and, moving to the bed, I lowered her and 
laid her softly down on her back, her knees and lower 
legs hanging off the side. She put an arm across her 
eyes and lay there, breathing heavily, still 
experiencing the last little trembling of her orgasm. 

Her legs were splayed apart and the furrow between them 
was completely open to my view. It was wet and 
glistening from our combined secretions and her clitoris 
was engorged and protruded up between the swollen lips 
running down each side of the gaping channel. At the 
bottom of the channel, the lips opened wider and 
revealed just the slightest hint of the opening to her 
long-unplumbed sheath. Except for anticipation of the 
pleasure I knew I would get from giving her even more 
pleasure, I would have plunged my cock into that opening 
and enjoyed the same rapture Barbie had just 
experienced. She had asked me to teach her about 
pleasurable love, though, and I was determined to do 
just that--to make her cry out in pleasure over and over 
again. 

I sat down on the bed next to Barbie and gazed down at 
the perfection of her body. I didn't know what fate had 
brought the two of us together and had caused her to ask 
me to be her love mentor, but I wasn't going to question 
my good fortune. I had been feeling the need for female 
companionship, and it had been offered to me in the form 
of Barbie's request. "God, but she's beautiful," I 
thought. "And so young--almost the same age as Candy." 

I thought back to the good-bye kiss my daughter had 
given me and my passion rose to even higher levels. My 
cock throbbed from the thought that making love to 
Barbie would be almost like making love to Candy, that 
caressing Barbie's firm young body would be like having 
Candy's body beneath my hands. I couldn't help but 
picture Candy nude just like Barbie was, her vagina 
gaping open and wet with the flow of a woman's 
secretions of love. 

Worried about the perversion of such thoughts, I forced 
them from my mind by dropping my lips to Barbie's navel 
and kissing and tonguing her little indented belly 
button. Moving upwards, I kissed and ran my tongue along 
the curved underside of her breasts. She squirmed under 
my caresses and lifted her arm from her eyes. I sat up 
and smiled down at her. Seeing that she had recovered, I 
asked, "You okay now, Barbie?" 

"Okay? Oh, God, Joe, am I EVER okay. I've never cum like 
that before in my life." As if to prove her point, she 
squirmed her hips in small circles, gyrating them on the 
bed. 

Even though I suspected what she meant, I couldn't 
resist asking the next question. "But I thought you 
hadn't been with a boy since you were fifteen, and that 
time was a bad one for you." 

Barbie's face reddened and she said, "Well, err, you 
know." She held up a finger and said, "Sometimes a girl 
just has to take care of things herself." With a little 
grin, she said, "After the orgasm I just had, I realize 
this little pinky is a poor substitute." 

"I know exactly what you're talking about," I said. 
"I've had to resort to solitary games myself during the 
last two years." 

With a solemn expression on her face, Barbie took my 
hand and placed it on her breast. "We won't have to do 
that now, will we? Now we've got each other. We can have 
the real thing now, can't we? We can have real boy-girl 
love." 

"Yes," I said. "And viva the real thing. Viva boy and 
girl love." 

Barbie looked up at me with a look of adoration I hadn't 
experienced since my wife and I were in our courtship 
days and whispered, "Joe?" 

"Um-hmm," I answered. 

"Kiss me again. I love the way you kiss." 

"I love your kisses, too," I said, and lowered my mouth 
to hers. This time we kissed gently, our tongues softly 
and slowly intertwining. My hand was still on her breast 
and I gently stroked her nipple, matching my hand 
caresses to our oral ones. She murmured a soft "Ummnnn" 
into my mouth and arched her back upward, pushing her 
breast even harder into my hand. Switching my hand back 
and forth, I massaged her breasts, paying particular 
attention to her hard and still- erect nipples. 

Knowing, though, that as much as she enjoyed touches on 
her breasts, she would like lower touches even more, I 
slowly moved my hand from her upthrust mounds down onto 
the softly rounded firm flesh of her little belly. Using 
just my finger tips, I traced little circles around the 
indentation of her navel. 

Gradually, I widened the circles and soon my hand was 
roving over the entire expanse of her lower body. Each 
stroke took my hand lower and lower, and my fingers 
finally brushed into the soft pubic hair growing so 
lushly in her delta of Venus. Barbie reacted to the 
caresses by squirming her hips in little gyrations. Her 
tongue, moving only gently before, began to swirl around 
mine with faster, more intense strokes. 

Using all my fingers, I brushed through and teased 
Barbie's abundant pubic fur. Once again, she breathed 
out a soft "Ummnnn." As she did, she spread her thighs 
even more, giving me greater access to that secret area 
hidden between them. I had already explored her labial 
lips with my cock, now I wanted to explore that area 
with my hand, to seek out and delve all the deep 
recesses of her femininity. 

Exploring through Barbie's pubic forest, my fingers came 
to the little fold at the top of her maidenly crease, 
that unmistakable mark of her femininity. Remembering 
how inviting her gaping furrow had been to me, I 
extended my middle finger and eased it slowly down into 
the warm, wet area between her labia. 

With Barbie's legs spread apart as they were, my finger 
slid easily into the exposed channel of her sex. The 
warm flesh of her sex was smooth and slippery, soaking 
with the flow of my pre-cum and her own secretions. 
Tracing through the residue of our slippery flows, I 
extended my finger further down, searching out the 
secrets of her nether region. 

As my hand and finger moved lower to where they were 
buried between her thighs, my finger tip came to the 
swollen button of her clitoris. It was a hard nubbin 
between her labia, swollen and erected from her aroused 
passion. I moved my finger on top of it and stroked 
across the clitoral surface, using just the softest of 
touches. Barbie gasped and jerked her hips in response 
to the contact. Even though our mouths were still locked 
together and our tongues still busy stroking the 
other's, I could understand Barbie's words as she 
mouthed, "Oh god!" 

Barbie hunched her hips up against my hand, forcing her 
clitoris into closer contact with my exploring finger. 
As my finger moved back and forth across the little 
nubbin, she reacted to the pleasure by gyrating her hips 
in small circles. She moved her face to the side, 
pulling her lips from mine, and said, "Oh, God, your 
hand feels so much better than mine or Can... err, 
anyone else's has ever felt." As my finger once again 
moved across her little pleasure button, she moaned, 
"Oooohh, Joe, it's so much better when you do it." 

Barbie's slip of the tongue put my imagination into 
overdrive. I envisioned her and my daughter Candy in bed 
together, both naked, hands delving into and stroking 
the other's pussy. I could picture them, young nymphs in 
full nubile bloom, moaning and working their hips in 
frantic motions as they orgasmed together. Imagining 
Barbie masturbating was erotic enough, but thinking of 
Candy with a hand between her legs, completely naked and 
panting with pleasure, drove my lust up even higher than 
it was. 

Barbie's moans of pleasure pulled my thoughts back to 
her. I recognized from her sounds and the way she was 
squirming her hips that if I continued my attentions to 
her clitoris she would soon crash into another orgasm. I 
did, indeed, want to give her another orgasm before I 
finally penetrated her pussy with my cock, but I had 
another way in mind, a way that would bring her far more 
pleasure than my finger could provide. To avoid her 
cresting into a orgasm right then and there, I moved my 
finger lower into her wet furrow. 

Moving into the wide portion of Barbie's spread labial 
lips, my finger sought out the barely hidden opening to 
her inner recesses I had seen before. My search ended 
quickly, and I slowly and gently insinuated my finger 
into the snug, soft hole of her womanhood. Barbie 
breathed in deeply and stiffened her body slightly as my 
finger worked its way into the hot recess of her body. 

When my finger was fully inserted into her pussy, she 
let out her breath and relaxed. God, but she was tight. 
The walls of her sheath clasped around my finger and 
held it within the hot, moist confines of her vaginal 
cavity. I thought about the pleasure that tight flesh 
would provide when I at last penetrated her, my cock 
throbbed and pulsated in anticipation. 

As Barbie relaxed, her grip on my finger loosened, and I 
was able to stroke it in and out of her. I joined that 
finger with another, and was soon giving her a preview 
of what she could expect when my cock was performing 
such action. Continuing my finger-fucking of Barbie's 
pussy, I used my other hand to stroke her breasts, 
rubbing her nipples between my thumb and forefinger and 
gently kneading the soft, white mounds. 

Responding to such action, Barbie started thrusting her 
hips up to my hand, pushing her wet flesh up to meet 
each of the thrusts I made with my fingers. "Ummnnnn, 
that's so nice. Why does it feel so good now, when it 
hurt so much when I was fifteen?" 

"Because you're ready for it now. Your body's aroused 
and ready for loving. It wasn't before." 

"Oh, boy, is it EVER ready." She pushed her hips up hard 
against my hand and said, "Oh, God, Joe, I feel like I'm 
going to cum again." Wrapping an arm around my 
shoulders, she grasped me hard. "Joe, do it to me now. I 
want you inside me when I cum." She took one her hands 
and wrapped it around my cock, saying, "Put this inside 
me, Joe. God, Joe, I'm so ready. Fuck me now. Fuck me 
and teach me how to fuck." 

Pulling my fingers from out of Barbie's pussy, I sat up 
beside her and stroked her belly with soft touches. She 
still had her hand wrapped around my cock and squeezed 
it, matching her squeezes to my strokes of her stomach. 
I dipped a finger into her crease and said, "Don't 
worry, I'm going to fuck you." Grinning, I said, "Boy, 
am I EVER going to fuck you. I'm going to fuck you like 
crazy, little girl." 

Barbie hunched her hips up against my hand and said, 
"Now. Do it now." 

"I will in just a little while. I'm having a hard time 
waiting, myself. Remember, though, you asked me to be 
your teacher, and I've got something else to teach you 
before that." 

"What's that?" 

"Barbie, did you and Candy eat each other?" 

Barbie's eyes got real wide and she said, "Oh, no! We're 
not lesbians. All we did was -- all we've done is what 
you just did to me. All we did was use our fingers on 
each other. It feels so much better when someone else 
does it for you." She suddenly realized the full import 
of my question and said, "Are YOU going to eat me? Oh, 
God, Joe, ARE you going to eat me?" 

"Would you like for me to?" 

"Yes! Oh, God, yes! I've heard girls talk about how 
marvelous it is when their boyfriends eat them, and I 
hoped it would happen to me someday." 

"How 'bout right now?" I asked. 

Barbie closed her eyes and, with a moan in her voice, 
answered, "Ohhh... yes... now... please... right now." 

I got off the bed and knelt between her wide-spread legs 
draped off the side of the bed, and putting my hands 
under her buttocks, I pulled her toward me until her 
hips were right at the edge and her sexual core 
available to my now almost drooling mouth. With my hands 
still under the soft little globes of her ass, I lifted 
Barbie's wide-spread pussy up to my face. Her labia were 
fat and puffy with arousal and the channel between them 
was wet with the flow of sexual lubrication. 

I had almost forgotten how the aroma of a woman in heat 
aroused me, and the scent wafting upward from the 
completely open pit of Barbie's sexuality made me even 
hungrier to feast on her soft, wet flesh. 

Succumbing to the aphrodisial effect of that sight and 
aroma, I lowered my face and buried my mouth in Barbie's 
wet flesh. The taste of her young, hot vagina was every 
bit as good as I had imagined, and I opened my mouth 
wide, tongue extended, and tried to lick up all the 
marvelous, aromatic nectar that had oozed out and coated 
the pink, soft flesh. 

Using the broad, flat side of my tongue, I stroked the 
full length of her furrow, from the very bottom all the 
way up to her clitoris. As it moved softly over the 
surface of the little sexual bump, she gasped and jerked 
her hips. Putting both hands down to my head, she 
twisted her fingers into my hair and murmured, "Ohhhh... 
oooooohhhhh... Joe... Oh god, Joe." 

I continued to lave her clitoris with soft tongue 
strokes until her hips started squirming and moving up 
and down in response. As her hips moved in stronger and 
stronger thrusts, she muttered, "Uhhh... uhhh...u hhh," 
matching her pleasure sounds with each of her thrusts. 
From her motions and sounds of pleasure, it was obvious 
she was climbing higher and higher, nearing the very 
edge of orgasm. I wanted to prolong her pleasure, 
though. I wanted to stretch it out to where her orgasm, 
when it finally came, would rack her whole body and be 
one she remembered for a long time. 

In order to assure this, I abandoned her clitoris and 
moved my mouth down to the opening into her inner 
recesses, the opening that led into the hot, wet inside 
of her pussy. Making a little cone of my tongue, I 
probed its tip into Barbie's channel, delving into it 
with fluttery motions. She twisted my hair in her 
fingers and pushed her hips up even higher, seeking my 
tongue, seeking to get more and more of it into her hot 
vortex. 

With mouth pressed hard against her wet channel, I 
extended my tongue as far as it would go, circling it 
around and around, stroking it across the walls of her 
sheath. She spread her thighs to the utmost extension 
possible and hunched her pussy up against my mouth, 
moaning from the pleasure she was experiencing. 

I knew she had another erogenous point that I hadn't yet 
explored, so I pulled my tongue from out the hot 
confines of her channel and moved it lower. Lifting her 
now completely spread buttocks upward, I moved the tip 
of my tongue into the cleft between them, searching for 
that final aperture, that point of pleasure I hadn't yet 
attended to. Almost immediately, my search was rewarded. 
Her little, tightly crinkled anus came under the tip of 
my tongue and I stroked it gently, making oral love to 
her little rosebud. 

She gasped as I made contact with her nethermost 
opening, and almost shouting, moaned out, "Oh, God, Joe! 
I didn't know about this. Oh, Joe, Joe, Joe..." 

I circled Barbie's little flower with my tongue, wetting 
the whole inside of her ass cheeks. Her buttocks and 
thighs trembled as I rimmed her, and I could hear soft 
moans of pleasure from above me. "Oh, God, nobody's ever 
talked about this. I didn't know so much pleasure could 
come from THERE," she whispered softly. Using just the 
tip of my tongue, I probed into the wrinkled aperture, 
pushing it slightly inside. She pushed her buttocks 
against my exploring tongue, and muttered, "Ummnnn... 
oohhhh... good... so goood." 

Relinquishing my progress into her tight nether opening, 
I moved my tongue onto that small, uncreased area 
between her anus and the beginning of her labia. Using 
just fluttery motions, I stroked my tongue across that 
little patch of flesh. She jerked and squirmed as I 
tongued her there, moaning in response to my oral 
touches of what was one of her most erogenous areas. 

Having traversed the full range of her nether zones, I 
returned my attentions to her vagina. Rolling my tongue 
into a tube, I plunged into her now completely flooded 
sheath and stroked it in and out, using it like a 
miniature cock to fuck her slick pussy. She took her 
hands from my head and lifted herself up on her elbows. 
Using them for leverage, she started thrusting her hips 
against my tongue, returning my thrusts with her own. 

She whispered, "Oh, yes, push it in and pull it out. 
Yes, just like that. Ohhh, yesss, do it. Fuck me...fuck 
me with your tongue." 

Barbie's thrusts became faster and her breathing turned 
into pants. She was climbing higher and higher up the 
ladder of lust and was on the very edge of another 
orgasm. I pulled my tongue out of her tunnel and moved 
my mouth up to where it was over her clitoris. Opening 
my mouth wide, I put it over her swollen organ and drew 
it into my mouth. Applying suction, I nibbled on her 
nubbin and stroked my tongue over and over its surface. 

In reaction, Barbie thrust her hips up so that only the 
cheeks of her buttocks were still on the bed. Reaching 
down, she put her hands on the back of my head and 
pulled my face completely into her wet pussy, burying my 
head between her thighs. 

Barbie wrapped her legs around my torso and her hips 
went into an overdrive of motion, jerking and thrusting 
against my mouth. Still keeping one of her hands on the 
back of my head, she used the other to beat against my 
back with soft little blows. Each time she thrust 
against me, her hips left the bed, straining themselves 
up against my ravaging mouth. 

I lifted her buttocks up even higher and moved two 
fingers into her pussy, thrusting them in and pulling 
them out in time with the strokes of my tongue across 
her clitoris. Barbie's moans became inarticulate, and 
she cried out in pleasure. Among her moans and sighs, 
she finally managed to say, "Oh god, I'm cumming! 
Cumming... cumming... CUMMINGGG!" 

Falling away from me, Barbie fell back onto the bed. Her 
hips continued thrusting against my mouth and her thighs 
clamped around my ears, holding me in place. Slowly, 
though, she decreased the motion of her hips and after 
about two minutes relaxed the grip of her thighs. As I 
moved my hands from under her buttocks and lowered her 
hips back to the bed, she lay completely still, 
breathing hard, and looking at me with a wonder-struck 
expression on her face. 

I stood up and once again sat down on the bed beside 
her. Not saying a word, I put a hand on her head and 
gently stroked her hair. Barbie broke the silence, 
whispering, "God, Joe. I can hardly talk about it. That 
was so good I don't have the right kind of words to do 
it justice. Thank you. Thank you for doing that to me. 
Thank you for making it so good for me." 

Still in that marvelous state of lassitude that follows 
orgasm, Barbie lay on her back, completely relaxed. From 
the look of satisfaction on her face, it was obvious she 
had just attained heights of pleasure never before 
reached. It had been her first experience with oral 
intercourse, the very first time anyone had ever applied 
his mouth to between her legs, and she was almost 
overcome by the results it produced. Barely able to 
speak, she said, "Now I know what a REAL orgasm feels 
like." 

Barbie reached up and put a hand on my shoulder, pulling 
me down in contact with her. Putting a hand behind my 
neck, she brought my face to hers, mouth open and wet, 
seeking to be kissed. Even though my face was still wet 
and slick from her sexual secretions and my lips still 
coated with her wet juices, I put my mouth on hers and 
kissed her. Wrapping an arm around my back, she pulled 
my body against hers, drawing my chest against her 
breasts. 

She used her tongue like a rapier, thrusting it into my 
mouth and swirling it around and around, making contact 
with all the inside of my mouth. Pulling her mouth from 
mine, she licked around my lips and across my cheeks, 
lapping up all the remains of her orgasm that were 
there. 

When she had finished, she said, "I like that taste. 
Does that mean I'm a lesbian?" 

I couldn't help but chuckle at the thought and said, 
"You? Not a chance. From what I've seen, you're about as 
straight as they come." 

She reached down a hand and took hold of my still hard 
and throbbing cock and said, "Yeah, I must be, because I 
sure do like what you have here." Smiling softly and 
shyly, she continued, "And I'm going to like it even 
more in just a little while, aren't I?" 

I smiled back and said, "If I have my way, you are." 

Barbie squeezed my cock and said, "Joe, can I look at 
it? I've never seen a real penis before. Do you mind if 
I look at it, up close?" 

I rolled away from Barbie and lay on my back, my cock 
standing up and swaying. "Be my guest. Look all you 
want." I smiled and said, "You can even touch it if you 
want." 

Barbie sat up beside me and said, "I want." Reaching out 
a hand, she circled her fingers around my shaft, holding 
it gently in her hand. With her other hand, she ran her 
fingers across the wet and glistening head, wet from my 
continuing flow of pre-cum. "I get wet when I'm excited. 
Does your wetness mean the same thing?" 

"Yes, exactly the same thing. Remember saying that your 
panties were wet? Well, my shorts were soaking when I 
took them off." 

Barbie smiled and said, "I'm glad you're wet. That means 
you're really excited, excited by being here with me." 
She squeezed my cock and moved a hand down to my balls, 
stroking them softly with just her finger tips. "God, 
I'm getting excited again just from holding your penis 
and seeing how hot and aroused it is. Does that make 
sense?" 

"Yeah, perfect sense. Every time you came, I had to 
fight hard to keep from coming myself at the same time." 

"Oooh, I wish you had." 

I laughed and said, "Barbie, boys can't come back as 
fast as girls can. Girls can have one orgasm after 
another, but boys need a little time in between. I 
wanted to be sure I would be able to give you the kind 
of loving I want to." 

Still stroking my cock, she said, "If you cum now, how 
long will you have to wait before you can cum again?" 

I laughed and said, "Barbie, having a beautiful, naked 
girl you beside me and considering my reaction to what 
you're doing right now, it probably won't take much time 
at all -- maybe fifteen or twenty minutes. Why?" 

"Because I want to do to you what you just did to me. I 
want to eat you and make you cum. But I wouldn't want to 
do it if it kept you from being able to show me how to 
fuck." Laughing, she continued, "I know it's a bad pun, 
but I want to eat my cake and have it, too." She gave my 
cock a squeeze and asked, "How about it? If I eat you 
and make you cum, will you still be able to fuck me?" 

"Just try to keep me from it." 

"I hoped that was what you'd say." She smiled a little 
shy smile and said, "The only problem is, I don't know 
how to do it. What do I do now? Tell me what I'm 
supposed to do. Teach me how a woman is supposed to eat 
a man." 

"Have you ever eaten a popsicle?" 

"Sure, lots of times." 

"Okay, first lick it all over, just like you would a 
popscicle, a warm one that is, and then put it into your 
mouth and suck on it." 

"Do I put the whole thing in my mouth?" 

"Sure, or at least as much as you can." 

Barbie dropped her head and, with her tongue fully 
extended, lapped across the bulbous head of my cock, 
licking up the coating of pre-cum that covered it. My 
abdomen tensed at the pleasure of the touch as her 
tongue moved across my sensitive glans. 

I couldn't keep from groaning as my cock jerked in 
response. Another dribble of pre-cum oozed out of my 
cock and Barbie immediately went after it, licking it 
off as fast as it seeped out. She lifted her head and 
grinned at me. "I like the way you taste, too. Does that 
mean I'm gay?" 

"No, sweetheart, it just means you're a good lover." 

Barbie's face lit up in pleasure and she lowered her 
head again, this time opening her mouth and taking about 
half my cock inside. She swirled her tongue around and 
around my shaft, and I couldn't help but thrust my cock 
up and move it in and out of her mouth in imitation of 
the fuck I had been waiting on for so long. Seeing from 
that the kind of motion I desired, she moved her mouth 
up and down on my cock. I closed my eyes and moaned, 
"Oh, yesss. Ooohhhh, yes, baby, that's the way." 

She pulled her mouth up and asked, "You like that?" 

"Oh, God, yes!" 

"I'm doing it right, then? It feels good to you?" 

"It's fantastic. It's been so long since this has 
happened to me, and it's good. Oh, baby, yes, it's 
good...so good." 

Barbie held my cock by its very base and licked on it, 
starting at her hand and stroking up to and across the 
head. She covered all sides of my cock with her tongue 
washing and I was soon jerking upward and trembling in 
pleasure from her loving caresses. Finishing with that, 
she lifted her head up and once again took me into her 
mouth, plunging downward until her lips brushed against 
my pubic hairs. 

"God," I thought, "she's almost deep-throating me." 

If her intention had been to give me pleasure like I had 
given her, she was accomplishing her goal. The warmth 
and wetness of her mouth engulfing my now beating and 
throbbing cock was bringing me closer and closer to 
orgasm. I had been hard and hot for so long, needing 
release so badly, and I knew it would be only a matter 
of seconds before my cock erupted a volcano flow of hot 
sperm. 

Barbie began her up and down motions again, and they 
were the beginning of my downfall. I couldn't control my 
hips any longer -- they began a constant up and down 
motion, driving my cock up to meet the motions of her 
mouth as it moved down and engulfed my cock. It was 
jerking and pulsing with each motion and a flow of pre-
cum was gushing out in a steady trickle. 

Suddenly, my vision became blurred and sparkly and 
spasms began in my prostate gland. "Barbie, I'm going to 
cum. Pull back if you don't want me to cum in your 
mouth," I managed to say in a strangled voice. 

Barbie pulled her mouth off my cock and lifted her head, 
watching my cock as it swelled in her hand. After the 
swelling, it contracted and a huge glob of white, hot 
sperm shot out several feet into the air and fell and 
splattered on my chest. Barbie muttered a soft "Ohhh" 
sound, and with a quick movement, recaptured my cock in 
her mouth. 

With almost frantic motions, she gulped my cock down and 
sucked on it, drawing out draught after draught of my 
sperm. My cock continued to jerk and spurt, and my 
buttocks and stomach muscles clenched as each jet of cum 
spewed out my cock into the wetness of Barbie's mouth. 

All I could do was groan at the pleasure her mouth was 
giving me. I had my buttocks lifted completely off the 
bed, my cock thrust up into her mouth as she continued 
to suck on it. Her whole hand was coated with sperm that 
had escaped from her mouth and my pubic hair was 
drenched in the hot, sticky wetness of the flow. 

As my orgasmic pleasure lessened in intensity, I lowered 
my hips back to the bed, relaxed and limp from the 
explosion of my climax. Barbie released my cock from her 
mouth and then moved up and licked up the blob of sperm 
that had spattered on my chest. Finishing the job, she 
then licked off the sperm that coated her fingers. 
Seemingly unable to keep her hands off me, she took my 
still hard cock in her hand and fondled it. 

"God, Joe, I had no idea men spurt so much juice when 
they cum. Was it good for you? Was that why you spurted 
out so much?" 

"No, Barb, it wasn't any good. I act this way -- like 
I've died and gone to heaven--all the time." I smiled 
and said, "Oh, baby, it was terrific. Yes, it WAS good, 
and that WAS the reason I spurted so much." 

"Then I gave you as much pleasure as you gave me?" 

"I don't how much you got, but if it was as much as me, 
then you must have had a good time." 

Barbie got on her hands and knees and then stretched out 
alongside me. She kept her hand on my cock, still 
fondling it, as though it would be lost if she let go. 
She turned toward me and stroked her other hand across 
my cheek, a soft loving caress, and said, "I had a good 
time. Oh, boy, DID I have a good time." 

Her lips were still wet with the overflow of my cum and 
she reached out her tongue and licked it off. It was 
such a wanton gesture that my cock responded to it, 
growing completely rigid once again and throbbing in 
Barbie's hand. Not loosening her hold on my cock, she 
snuggled up close against me, her breasts pushing 
against my chest. 

She put her hand behind my neck and pulled my mouth 
against hers. Our mouths opened automatic- ally, and we 
kissed deeply and languidly. She lifted a leg and put it 
over my waist, giving her hand more room to gently 
fondle and caress my now fully recovered cock. 

It was period of quietude, a period of savoring the 
moments and pleasures just past, and we were in almost a 
reverie. My thoughts drifted and in my mind's eye I 
imagined that it was Candy who lay so close to me, that 
it was Candy who had her hand on my cock, fondling it 
with soft, loving touches. 

As Barbie moved her tongue slowly in my mouth, I 
imagined that it was Candy's tongue probing and 
insinuating itself so erotically. My cock jerked in 
Barbie's hand as it responded to the arousing incestuous 
mental pictures, and I moaned softly in response to the 
fantasies my mind was weaving. Barbie pulled her mouth 
from mine and said, "That was a fast fifteen minutes." 

I smiled at her and said, "You can take credit for that. 
You're enough to bring a mummy back to life." 

Barbie dimpled up and said, "Thank you, kind sir. Right 
now, though, I'm glad you're a daddy and not a mummy." 
She gave me a quick kiss on the lips and squeezing my 
cock, she said, "Does that mean you're ready to go on 
with my lessons?" 

With Barbie's leg over my hip, her pussy was spread wide 
and allowed me to put my whole hand in her furrow and 
caress it. "Yeah, that's what it means. In just a little 
while, I hope to make your bad memory of sex just that--
a bad memory. From now on I want you to have something 
good to remember and to build on in your relations with 
men." 

Barbie's only response was just a long, happy 
"Ummmnnnn." 

I continued my hand strokes in her pussy, moving my 
fingers up and down the complete length of her wide-
gaping furrow. She was still wet and slick, her juices 
still seeping out and covering all the soft, tender 
flesh of her inner thighs. My cock was leaking, too, and 
Barbie's hand had spread my slick pre-cum so that the 
full length of my shaft was coated with the slippery 
lubrication. 

Even though I had just finished one of the most intense 
orgasms of my life, Barbie's hand sliding up and down on 
my shaft and rubbing over its slickened glans was 
bringing my passions back up to a fever pitch. 

I got up on my hands and knees and turned in reverse to 
her, so that my head was even with her pussy. I 
straddled over her body, my knees on each side of her 
chest, and lowered my mouth down into the wetness of her 
exposed vaginal opening. Taking hold of her thighs, I 
spread them even farther apart and moved my mouth down 
so that it had access to all her wet, hot flesh. The 
musky odor of her orgasm inflamed my senses, and I went 
at her pussy like a starving man -- lapping, licking, 
and sucking like there would be no tomorrow. 

I knew that my cock was waving in front of Barbie's face 
like a flag pole and I hoped she would know from that 
what I wanted her to do. As if sensing my thoughts and 
desires, Barbie took hold of my cock and guided it into 
her mouth. Once she had engulfed in her oral cavity, she 
gave it the same sort of attention I was giving her 
pussy by sucking on it and swirling her tongue around 
the bulbous head. She may not have had much knowledge 
about sex, but she was taking to sixty-nine like a 
natural. 

I took hold of her hips and rolled us over onto our 
sides. We handled this in perfect concert, neither of us 
breaking our oral contact with the other's sex. Lifting 
our legs over each other, we proceeded to eat each 
other. Neither of us were inhibited in giving of 
pleasure, and the room was soon filled with the liquid, 
slurping sounds that are only produced by man and woman 
engaged in passionate oral sex. 

Barbie's thigh started squeezing down on me and I could 
tell she was once again climbing up the heights to 
orgasm. Her action on my cock was delightful and made me 
want to prolong our foreplay, to draw it out until we 
each were panting and desperate for the final act of 
penetration. I knew there was nothing quite so good as 
driving my cock into a trembling, spasming pussy, one 
that was practically screaming out in desire for 
penetration. 

I slowed down my oral actions on her pussy, just 
limiting them to slow licks and tickles with my tongue. 
Just as she had done all through love-making, she seemed 
to sense my thoughts and slowed down her oral fondling 
of my cock. For long moments, we engaged in gentle, slow 
love, each of us building slowly and inexorably toward 
the inevitable conclusion that waited at the end of our 
slow journey. 

Even slow love has it limits, though, and before long we 
were each moaning from the pleasure our slow, soft 
touches were bringing. Barbie's hips were gyrating in 
little circles, and with short thrusts of her hips she 
was driving the gash of her pussy up to my mouth and 
tongue. I probed my tongue into the hot hole of her 
sheath and I could feel her gasp around my cock. She 
sucked down hard on my cock, seeking to return the 
feelings of rapture my oral explorations were bringing. 

When she gripped my head hard between her thighs and 
moaned so loud that my cock almost came out of her 
mouth, I knew that it was time, time to take that final 
step in her education. I pulled my mouth away from the 
swamp of her pussy and sat up erect on my knees pulling 
my cock from her mouth with an audible sound. Barbie 
muttered, "Oh god, Joe I was almost there." 

"Me, too," I said "That's why I stopped." I moved from 
straddling Barbie and got down between her legs, my cock 
standing straight out from my body, wet with her saliva 
and throbbing with lust. "It's time for the real thing, 
Barb. It's time for the final part of your lessons." 

Barbie pulled her legs up, bending them at the knees, 
and spread them even further apart. The wet furrow and 
opening into her love pit lay fully exposed to me, 
available to be plumbed to its depths. Barbie said, 
"Joe, I don't have any kind of protection on. Don't you 
need to wear something?" 

Stroking the inside of her thighs, I said, "You don't 
have anything to worry about--I had a vasectomy ten 
years ago. I don't need to wear a rubber; I'm perfectly 
safe." 

Barbie smiled and said, "Oh, good. This way there won't 
be anything between us...just Joe and Barbie, together." 

Taking hold of the base of my cock, I leaned forward and 
moved its red and throbbing head into the spread flesh 
of Barbie's channel. Stroking up and down, I traversed 
the full length of her slit with my cock. As it came to 
her clitoris, I held my shaft in place and rubbed little 
circles around Barbie's little love button. Pre-cum 
covered the little nubbin and made it even more slick 
than it was. She groaned and pushed her hips against my 
shaft, seeking even more contact between my throbbing 
manhood and her hard and swollen center of female 
pleasure. 

Moving my cock downward, I sought out the opening that 
Barbie had been yearning so much to be filled. It was 
time, finally, for penetration, and my cock throbbed and 
jerked in anticipation of its burial into the tight 
little hole leading into the hot, wet inner recesses of 
Barbie's body. Since Barbie wasn't a virgin, I was 
confident I could achieve full penetration without her 
feeling pain. Indeed, it wasn't pain either of us was 
thinking of, it was pleasure -- the pleasure that comes 
only from the union of male and female flesh. 

As the head of my cock nudged into Barbie's vaginal 
entrance and entered about half an inch, she opened her 
eyes wide and drew in her breath. Very slowly, I pressed 
my cock further into her sheath until it was about half-
way in. The tight tunnel of her flesh pressed in on my 
cock on all sides and its heat and wetness sent thrills 
through my body. It had been a long time since my cock 
had enjoyed the pleasure of sexual union, and I realized 
then just how much I had missed it. 

Knowing that the position we were in would not allow me 
to penetrate to the very depths of Barbie's pussy, I 
pulled my cock out so I could shift us around to a 
position that was better. As my cock came out of her, 
Barbie humped her pussy up to me, seeking to maintain 
contact. As our flesh disconnected, Barbie let out her 
breath and said, "Was that it, Joe?" 

Not being able to resist teasing her, I said, "Yep. That 
was it. How was it?" 

"Well, uh, okay, I guess," she said, with a slight frown 
on her face. 

Seeing how pitiful she looked and hearing the 
disappointment in her voice, I was sorry I teased her. 
Laughing, I said, "Barbie, I'm just teasing you. No, 
sweetheart, that's not it, not by a long shot. I haven't 
even gotten started yet, in fact. All I'm doing is 
moving us a little so that it will be better, so that 
you can experience full penetration." 

Barbie smiled and said, "You're a dirty old meanie. I 
thought that you had fucked me and I didn't even know 
it." 

I took hold of Barbie's hips and pulled her until her 
buttocks were at the edge of bed and her feet hanging 
off. Spreading her legs, I stood between them, looking 
down at the perfection of her body. "Barbie, when we get 
through here, there's not going to be any doubt in your 
mind--you're going to know you've been fucked." 

With that, I reached down and pulled her legs up to 
where her feet were up on my shoulders. From that 
vantage, I could look down and see where the lips of her 
pussy were now just a pink crease between her thighs. 
Reaching down, I put my hands under her buttocks and 
lifted her ass up to where my cock brushed against that 
crease, the head just nudging into it. 

Shoving my hips forward, I pushed my cock further in 
between her labial lips, seeking out the portal to her 
tunnel of love. Releasing a hand from her ass cheek, I 
took hold of my shaft and probed into Barbie's furrow, 
feeling around for her vagina. I soon found it and drove 
my cock in far enough to be sure it was lodged in place. 

Reaching up, I positioned her legs so that her knees 
were on my shoulders and her calves extending down my 
back. Then I leaned forward and put my hands on the bed, 
right along her now heaving breasts. Lowering myself 
even lower, I brought my mouth down to Barbie's lips and 
kissed her. With my tongue rolled into a tube, I pushed 
it slowly into her mouth. As my tongue penetrated her 
oral cavity, I slowly thrust my hips forward and pushed 
my cock into the tight confines of Barbie's vagina. 

Although her pussy was slick with her secretions, it was 
nonetheless tight, and I had to push hard to make 
penetration. It was obvious that even though she might 
not be a virgin, it had been a long time since anything 
had plumbed to the depths I was now attaining. 

I felt the walls of her sheath push apart as my spear 
probed into the inner recesses of Barbie's womanhood and 
then press onto and enclose my cock in their warmth. Her 
buttocks clenched in my hands and her pussy clamped down 
hard on my shaft. I pulled my mouth from hers and 
whispered, "Try to relax, baby. I'm almost there, almost 
all the way in." 

Barbie released the tension in her buttocks and in one 
smooth motion I drove my cock fully into her pussy, 
bottoming out with the head just making contact with her 
cervix. Barbie whispered, "Ohhhh, Joe." She pushed her 
pussy hard against my pubic bone and said, "Oh, God, 
Joe, I can feel you all the way up inside me. Deep...so 
deep." She gyrated her hips and smiling said, "Oh, yeah, 
now I KNOW I'm being fucked. NOW we're finally and 
really fucking." 

I lowered myself to my elbows and put my mouth on hers 
and kissed her again. She thrust he tongue up into my 
mouth and shoved her pussy hard up against me at the 
same time. I worked my hips in small circles, pressing 
on and rubbing myself across her clitoris. She swirled 
her tongue inside my mouth and murmured soft sounds of 
pleasure. Pulling her mouth from mine, she whispered, 
"Oh, God, I love it! Oh, God, Daddy Joe, I love it, I 
love it!" 

Slowly, inch by slow inch, I pulled my cock from 
Barbie's body until only the head remained within her. 
Reversing the motion, I then pushed it slowly into her, 
thrusting until it once again was completely embedded in 
her flesh. The flow of her secretions had increased and 
they, combined with the flow of my pre-cum, made her 
tunnel slick. Now that she had relaxed from the tension 
and anticipation of initial penetration, she had 
loosened a little, and though she was still tight by any 
standard, I was able to slide my cock out of her with 
ease. 

I held for a moment, my cock poised at her love's 
entrance, and then thrust hard, driving my cock into her 
body in one motion, pushing hard until my cock was once 
again fully engulfed in the flesh of her womanhood. She 
gasped and shoved back against me, murmuring, "Oh, yes, 
I love that. Oh, God, I love fucking. I just LOVE 
fucking!" 

Barbie's calling me "Daddy Joe" had triggered my 
fantasies about Candy again, and in my mind it was Candy 
underneath me, Candy's pussy that was the receptacle of 
my throbbing cock. My cock swelled even more in response 
to the mental picture and I started pumping in and out 
of Barbie, thrusting and pulling back with rapid 
motions. She met each of my thrusts with her own, 
gasping and panting as she worked her hips up and down 
against the pistoning shaft invading her pussy. 

She was moaning continuously, little mewling sounds of 
pleasure coming from both her throat and her mouth. 
Wetting a finger, I put it down into the top of her 
crease and massaged her clitoris, rubbing it in time to 
my thrusts and withdrawals. In my mind's eye, it was 
Candy's crease I was massaging and it was her murmuring 
the sounds of sexual pleasure. I groaned in response to 
the image, my sounds mingling with Barbie's. 

The strokes of my cock combined with the strumming of my 
finger on her clitoris was bringing Barbie to the very 
brink of orgasm. Her pussy's clasping and clutching at 
my cock and the heat and friction of my strokes deep 
into her flesh had me to the same point also, almost 
ready to fall into that deep, almost bottomless well of 
rapture that accompanies orgasm. Barbie reached up her 
hands and grabbed my shoulders, squeezing them in 
clutching fingers. "Oh, God, I'm going to cum!" she 
shouted. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" 

I did just that. I drove my cock in and out of her as 
fast as I could go. In my fantasy, it was Candy I was 
fucking, and I was almost overcome with the feelings of 
concupiscence, of sheer unbridled lust, that image 
produced. 

Barbie clamped her knees up against my head and thrust 
herself up hard against me, shudders running through her 
abdomen. She cried out, "OH GOD! OH GOD!!" 

I drove my cock all the way into Barbie's pussy and held 
there, shudders now wracking my body. I pulled out and 
thrust in once more. As I did, orgasm overtook me and my 
cock started jerking and spewing out sperm into the hot 
depths of Barbie's pussy. She pulled my lips down to 
hers and thrust her tongue in and out of my mouth. Our 
groans mingled with the other's just as the hot, liquid 
flows of our orgasms mingled inside her body. 

We lay like that, overcome with the rapture of our 
simultaneous orgasms, for what seemed like an eternity. 
As our spasms slowly lessened, I lifted myself and took 
Barbie's legs from my shoulders and lay them back down 
on the bed. I then lowered myself back down on her and 
resumed our kiss. I could feel her legs wrap around my 
hips as she wrapped her arms around me back. 

My cock still completely immersed in Barbie's hot hole, 
we lay like that, softly and slowly kissing, making 
gentle thrusts against each other's bodies. My cock 
began to shrink, gradually working its way out of 
Barbie's wet recess until it fell completely out and 
nestled into her drenching furrow. 

I pulled my face up and looked down at hers. She had her 
eyes closed and lips slightly apart, still breathing 
heavily. She opened her eyes and looked up into mine, a 
smile on her face. "Now I know what good fucking is 
like," she said softly. "Now I really know what a REALLY 
good orgasm is like. Thank you, Joe." 

I smiled and said, "You're thanking me? Here you've just 
given me one on the best experiences of my life, and 
you're thanking me? God, baby, it should be me thanking 
you." 

She smiled softly, almost shyly, and asked, "I'm a good 
fuck? Boys will really think I'm good in bed?" 

"Barbie, you're not only beautiful, but you're sexy 
beyond belief. Yes, you'll do fine with boys. All you 
have to do is find one who wants to give as well as 
receive pleasure. There are lots of guys like that, and 
I'm sure you'll find one. When you do, I assure you 
he'll be one lucky guy." 

Before I left and went home, Barbie made me assure her 
that I would be available to continue her "lessons" if 
she developed an urge to do so. Giving her light kiss on 
the lips, I told her that it would be my pleasure to do 
so, that making love to her was as much pleasure for me 
as it was for her. Her parting words were that she would 
give me a call and make arrangements. 

That night after I had showered and gone to bed, I once 
again thought about Candy, about how she and Barbie had 
played together and given each other orgasms. Once 
again, I imagined that it had been her instead of Barbie 
who had been naked and passionate, and that it had been 
Candy, not Barbie, under me as we achieved such a 
satisfying orgasm. My cock hardened and stayed hard, 
even as I drifted off to sleep. 

* * * 

I was not surprised when my phone rang several days 
later to find Barbie on the other end. I was hoping that 
she was going to ask for a renewal of her "lessons." 
Instead, she was excited and wanted to tell me about how 
she had met and made love to a boy about her age. She 
described it as a "good experience," not like her first 
experience with a boy. 

She said she just wanted to call me and let me know her 
lessons had paid off and to thank me once again for 
showing how good love could be if done right. Even 
though I was disappointed, having been looking forward 
to at least one more session with Barbie, I expressed my 
delight at her new circumstances and wished her 
continued good fortune in the arena of love. 

When she hung up, I felt the full weight of my forty-
five years. 

* * * 

One evening, about a week later, Candy called and 
indicated that she would be coming home on the following 
week-end. With a wry little laugh, she said that she 
would have to stay with me instead of Barbie, that 
Barbie had a new roommate -- a boy this time. At the end 
of our conversation, Candy added these words: "And when 
I get home, Daddy, there's something I need to talk with 
you about." 

Recognizing that these were words similar to what Barbie 
had used, visions of Candy and I making love filled my 
mind. Responding to the stimulus, my cock grew instantly 
erect and I was forced to relieve myself with a lonely 
session of solo love before I was able to go to sleep. 
That night, I dreamed that Candy and I made love. It was 
the greatest sex I had ever experienced. 

Continued in part 2...

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
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