Dreamer

[pink_silk_glove]

I normally don't drink this much but when the Jager shots went around I couldn't say no. Of course I still should have been okay except that the edibles that we had a couple of hours back were finally starting to kick in. It was all bad timing. I'd messed up my highs, well ... because I was high. Beth always threw a great party and since the end of the twelfth grade was only three months away, there may not have been many more to come so I was making the most of it. My head was woozy and my legs felt like rubber as I felt my way down the hall, looking for the bathroom. I found it and stumbled in to have a pee.

"Where's Julie?" I heard a voice over the music downstairs.

"She's on the porch with Greg," someone answered.

"Not Julie Bannister, Julie Flood," the same voice clarified.

Julie Flood, that was me, I noted as I rose slowly form the toilet and pulled up my panties and skirt. Leaning forward against the counter, I checked myself in the mirror. Brushing my platinum dyed swept bob aside, my makeup was fine, I guessed. The black mascara didn't look out of place at least, and neither did the turquoise eye shadow. My complexion was pale and I wished that my dark roots wouldn't grow in so fucking fast. I also wished that my cheeks didn't make my face look so round. The peach lipstick that I had applied hours ago seemed worn clean from my pouty lips, left behind on a myriad of beer cans, cocktail glasses and at least one doobie. My little doll's nose was still cute though, with the small silver hoop in its left lobe. My white top fit loosely but still clung to the curve of my modest but pert bust.

My eyes were getting heavy. I could see my lids dimming over my dark brown irises and the urge to let them close was strong. If I could only find a spot to lie down for a bit, this would all pass and I could get back to partying. Reaching for the door jamb, I left the bathroom and continued down the hall. I found the next door but opened it to find a linen closet. Then I cursed when I shut it on my thumb. Virgin Mary up the ass, I must have been so crazy fucked up out of it. There was one more door at the end of the hall. It was a bedroom, large dark and quiet. Fuck, I found Beth's parents' room. Flopping down face first onto the firm mattress, I savored the coolness of the bedding against my right cheek. I lay there a moment in serene comfort, the latticed V of the back of my top exposing the clasp of my bra, my plump round booty on display beneath the light loose fabric of my turquoise and teal abstract print skirt, and my legs bent asplay across the bed with my flat-heeled shoes hanging off the edge.

"Just twenty minutes is all I need," I mumbled to myself, and that was the last thought that I can recall.

 

[WatchingCloud]

I should have known better than to think my day couldn’t have gotten any worse. It had started some point after midnight when I’d gone off in search of my wife. Our twentieth anniversary “reconnect and jump start our stagnant marriage” trip to Acapulco had turned into a week of our greatest hits – Jeanine gets shit-faced drunk to start our vacation and tries to manage it by drinking away her hangovers, Jeanine recounts everything I’ve ever done to disappoint her, Jeanine complains about my extra fifteen pounds (note she also complains when I spend time trying to work it off), Jeanine wishes she’d never met me, and Jeanine cheats on me with some barfly she just met. I’m assuming this last one is where it ended; safe guess, given where I eventually found her and into whom she was grinding her ass.

For most, that would have been a bad day or week. It was worse than most of mine, granted, but hardly unexpected or out of the ordinary. No, it got worse when I tried to head home. I packed and left the hotel room without a note or goodbye. With my phone turned off, I spent most of the next day in the airport, trying to find a way home early. Finally catching a late flight, I ended up diverted by weather and spent another few hours waiting on the tarmac in some god-forsaken corner of Alabama with not one but three crying infants. On finally getting home, I discovered some ass-hat had hit my car in the airport parking lot – leaving the rear bumper dangling.

Seething, exhausted, and emotionally spent, rehearsing variations on whatever it was I would tell my daughter Beth when I got home (these all hinged on whether she was awake, whether Jeanine had already contacted her, and so on), I finally turned on to my street at about half past one in the morning. Fuck if there weren’t a lot more cars parked on the street than usual. And there were a couple kids hanging out on my front porch with the light on.

The polite, conciliatory versions of my conversation with Beth just got tossed out the window. I love my daughter, as any father would, but she takes after her mother in all the wrong ways. Our one, overriding rule for having left the newly-minted adult home alone while Jeanine and I were gone for the week was “absolutely no guests.” So of course the little snot had hosted a party.

I had to park down the street since the driveway was full. Walking toward the house, I tried to take deep, calming breaths of the cool evening air. It didn’t work and my hands were shaking by the time I got there.

“Oh, hey, Mr. Z!” A guy I only vaguely recognized was the first of the small group on the porch to note my approach. He was a happy drunk, too dumb to realize his predicament at first. The others around him seemed to catch on faster, looking equal parts chagrined and worried. I had little doubt most, if not all, were underage.

“Party’s over,” I said. The tone in my voice probably cut through much quicker than my words.

My path to the door clear, I entered the mess of my house. It wasn’t quite as crowded as I’d feared, but there had probably been a good twenty or thirty people here at the party’s peak. I’d been to enough in my younger years to judge a party by the empty cans, bottles, and other debris. The faint smell of dope suggested it was more than just a drinking party.

Several kids were hanging out in the living room, dancing or making out on the couch. I could hear others in the kitchen and figured any and all other rooms might be occupied. Beth, for better or worse, wasn’t in evidence.

No one noticed me until I killed the music. Much like the crowd outside, their reaction quickly shifted in response to my own and most wisely cleared out. The few who were passed out or too belligerent to know better had to be herded out by their friends. I booted a half-naked couple from the back patio and then worked my way upstairs.

What was I going to do to Beth? I honestly didn’t know. I didn’t want to overreact and risk any future with my daughter, but between my impending divorce and now this… It wasn’t going to end well.

Beth’s bedroom door was closed, but there was a sliver of light emanating out from underneath into the dark hallway. I put my hand on the door, but hesitated when I heard the unmistakable moaning of sex. My little girl, no doubt. I clenched the handle, frozen.

Jeanine and I knew Beth had become sexually active. Jeanine seemed to be blasé about it, figuring it would be good for the girl to have some experience before going off to college. I was, well, a father, and it was harder for me to accept.

I don’t know if it was fear or good sense or what that stayed my hand, but I let go of the handle and stepped back. My heart was still pounding and I almost called to her. Instead, I decided it could wait for morning. Less likely someone would get hurt.

I ignored the closed door to the guest bedroom. I had a hunch it was occupied, too, but I was beyond giving a fuck at this point. If my own room was occupied, however…

The door wasn’t latched, but was mostly closed. I had that “vibe” that someone was in there and my anger welled back up. Pushing the door open, I flipped the light on. I’d been right.

“What the fuck is going…on…?” My outburst died off as a realized it was just one girl, lying face down on the bed. There was no evidence she’d been in here with anyone else, given all her clothes were still on. Furthermore, she didn’t so much as twitch at the sound of my voice.

I crossed the room so I could get a better look at the interloper. It was Julie, a long time friend of Beth’s. Cute girl in a soft, sweet, girl-next-door sort of way. She’d gone blonde some time ago, which was a shame since I’d thought her natural dark hair looked better on her. And, like most girls her age, she was wearing more make-up than she needed.

“Julie?” Her breathing was soft and even. Presumably just drunk passed out. I didn’t get the sense she was in any medical distress.

I lifted one of her hands and it dropped limply to the mattress. She still didn’t respond.

“Fuck,” I muttered. Now what?

I was exhausted but also wound up with anger and frustration. I needed sleep, but was damned if I’d suffer sleeping on the couch in my own home. There was room in here for the both of us, if I got her turned around.

Yeah, that’d look be a great look, waking up with one of my daughter’s friends in my bed. Well, at least she wasn’t a minor – I knew that much after Beth had bragged how all her friends were going to vote in the upcoming spring election cycle. Screw the optics, I just wanted to sleep in my own bed. Maybe she’d learn a lesson about drinking too much.

I closed my bedroom door and locked it for good measure. I swapped the main light for the softer nightstand light, then availed myself of the master bathroom, giving her yet another chance to wake up. When I returned, Julie still hadn’t moved.

I chuckled, darkly, at the situation. Here I’d found a girl in my own bed, a night after my wife had gone off playing with some lunk in a bar. I’d be lying if I didn’t say there wasn’t a sort of temptation there. Julie was cute, after all, and from this angle she was showing off a lot of lovely leg beneath the hem of her skirt.

“Now, now, little miss,” I said, keeping my voice low. “You should know better than to wear shoes in bed.”

I stepped up to the bedside and took one of her feet in my hand. Gently, I removed the shoe, and tossed it to the floor. Her feet, like the rest of her, were cute. Toenails were painted, though likely a week or more ago. I brushed my fingers along the inside of her arch. Anyone faking sleep wouldn’t have been able to resist flinching at that tickling. Julie didn’t move.

"Oh, Mr. Z! That feels so nice!"

I was clearly beyond exhausted, almost hearing Julie’s voice in my head. There was a sensual edge to the otherwise innocence in her “words.”

I continued rubbing her bare foot, proceeding from light strokes to a more concerted massage. “You’re welcome, little miss.”

In my mind, she moaned in approval. "I can’t believe this is happening."

After working the one foot over, I repeated the process with the other. While my fingers savored the feel of smooth, young flesh, my eyes journeyed up the back of her legs. Her skirt was light, almost filmy. The way it draped over her pleasantly curvy butt incited my imagination. What sort of panties was she wearing? It would be so easy to look. Did they match her bra, whose strap was clearly visible beneath the straps of her white top?

I knew this was stupid, taking advantage of a passed out girl. I wasn’t that kind of guy. And yet, here I was, rubbing her feet, imagining more.

I lowered the foot I was rubbing until her toes brushed up against my crotch. Even as I chastised myself, I didn’t stop. I didn’t want to stop.

 

[pink_silk_glove]

A coolness came over me as I was walking casually in the dusk across the grass in the park. Everything was beautiful and serene and the air gave me wonderful goosebumps, calm and relaxing. I looked down as saw the green blades of grass poking up between my toes and its softness made me smile.

"Julie!" someone called. I lifted my head and slowly looked around but could see no one. "Julie!" the voice was clearer. It was Beth. I turned to see her from over the hedge. She was waving her arms and giving me a beaming smile. "Julie! Come here! Come get a pedicure!"

"A pedicure?" I called back.

"Yeah!" she answered. "They're giving pedicures!" Beth's voice echoed in the soft silence.

I found a gap in the hedge and stepped through. Beth was on the far side of the clearing, sitting up in a recliner with her feet in a bath. The whole area was lit with flood lights, like a movie set. There was a little round dark attendant woman in a smock. Before me there was a pool of creamy white.

"What is this?" I asked, beyond puzzled.

"Tapioca pudding!" she called back, her voice full of excitement.

"Tapioca pudding?"

"Yeah, tapioca pudding!" she repeated, not any less enthused. "Just walk through it! Don't worry, it's not deep at all!" Gingerly, I stuck my toe in to test. It was chilled but not freezing, and gooey but not gross. I sank my whole foot in and laughed. Beth was right. It was very shallow. It didn't even come to my ankle. "How does it feel?" Beth called to me.

"Kinda nice actually," I smirked. I couldn't believe how weird this all was. Putting my other foot in, I began to walk across. "Just walk across?" I asked.

"Yeah! Just walk across!" Beth was doing all the talking as the attendant fussed with some bottles and instruments at a small side table. "It's part of the treatment! All natural!" I began wading through the tapioca.

"My feet will be all sticky," I said.

"Don't worry," Beth assured me. "You wash them in the bath." Her voice was at a speaking volume now as I drew closer to her. I stepped out of the pool and sat in the next recliner just a couple of strides away across the grass and stuck my feet into the bath. The water was lukewarm and just so refreshing.

"Has she done your feet yet?" I asked Beth.

"No," she said. "She's going to start in a minute.

 

[WatchingCloud]

Julie remained non-responsive to my touch. Her face, turned to the side, looked peaceful and content, however, so I managed to convince myself that she was not bothered by my attention, even on a subconscious level.

If I was smart, I’d just leave well enough alone. I wasn’t really in the mood for smart, though. I’d expended what restraint I had in not barging in on my daughter. No, after my day, I was feeling a little reckless. Just a little was okay, right?

“Your have such pretty feet, Julie,” I said, continuing to massage the sole of the one in my hands. Indeed, they were pretty. I’d forgotten what it was like to fixate on a single part of a woman’s body and lavish it with attention. My soon-to-be-ex had long since gotten tired of such attention, at least from me. It was pure pleasure to let my fingers explore every curve, each dainty toe, and the subtle lines and creases.

“Oh, Mr. Z, no they’re not. You’re just teasing me.”

I smiled. “Never.”

Kneeling beside the bed, I lifted her foot to my mouth and planted a delicate kiss on the tip of each painted toenail. I heard her titter in my imagination, encouraging me to kiss up along the top of her foot and then in the insole. Such soft, sweet flesh.

“In fact, little miss, your toes are so sweet, I’m just going to have a little nibble.”

I took Julie’s big toe into my mouth and suckled gently. In my mind, I heard her moan and sigh in appreciation. I, too, was enjoying the hell out of the moment, worshipping a young woman who likely deserved it.

“Oh, I’ve never had anyone do that to me before, Mr. Z. It feels…amazing.”

As her big toe popped free from my attentive tongue and lips, I smiled. “Good thing you have nine more to go. And, it seems, I’m hungry…”

I did take my time with each and every one of her toes, my hands massaging her feet and soles as I went along. It didn’t matter to me that she was passed out, I was able to play out the scenario in my mind, and Julie was most certainly a willing, eager, and encouraging partner.

Even as I was finishing up with her toes, my eyes were wandering further up her bare legs and under the skirt. I could almost see to her panties, but at that point the details were lost in the dark and folds of the light fabric. My hands moved from her feet to her calves, rubbing they way gently up toward her knees. Julie’s contented sigh encouraged me onward.

 

[pink_silk_glove]

I could see the water burbling around my feet in the bath, but oddly enough there was no sensation of temperature. It was as if my toes were just floating on nothing. The bath itself was modern and smooth, a small egg-like porcelain tub with an opening cutaway to stick my feet in. To my right, Beth's foot bath had converted into some sort of seat for the attendant who was hunched over, working on her toes. I guessed that I'd just have to wait my turn. Beth looked so heavenly, sitting with her mane of thick dark gold hair and her loose white tshirt hanging off her flat chest and skinny limbs. I wished that I could be as thin as her. All of us did.

Meanwhile, I looked down at my feet to see that my own bath had changed shape. It was up to and kept close around my knees and all of my lower legs were being soothed, especially my calves. Unseen inside, it tightened around my toes, soft and rubbery. The sensation was weird and I turned to Beth inquisitively.

"Feels great, right?" she said. She looked so happy and loving like I'd never seen her before. Beth's assurance let me know that all was normal, and I decided to just relax and go with it all.

 

[WatchingCloud]

In my mind, Julie sighed contentedly at my touch. I leaned forward and began to slowly slide my hands up the back of her calves, over her knees, and to her thighs until I brushed the hem of her skirt.

"So tell me, Julie, just what were you doing in my room?"

She looked embarrassed, yet my hands on her legs must have given her assurance I wasn't upset.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Z," she said. "I...I know I shouldn't have done it. I was just...curious. It's a silly thing, but I wanted to know what it would be like to be in...your...bed. To feel the sheets, to smell you on your pillow."

My hands worked further up her thighs, causing her skirt to bunch up closer to her butt.

"You didn't expect me home, did you?"

"No. I don't think I could've come in here if I'd known you might show up."

"Afraid?"

She nodded. "Yeah."

"But now that you know I'm not upset?"

Julie gave a soft moan as my hands finally reached her butt, tracing across the smooth fabric of her panties. Her butt was full, curvy, and a pure pleasure to touch. Part of me couldn't believe I'd let myself go this far with someone other than my wife, let alone one of Beth's friends. And yet, that naughtiness was an intoxicating turn on.

"I'm not afraid anymore, Mr. Z."

I smiled, then pushed the back of her skirt up until I could flip it up over the small of her back. Julie's panties were the epitome of basic - nude color, full coverage, no frills. I didn't care at all. In a way, it heightened her youthful innocence. The curves beckoned my hands back and I was soon lightly tracing my fingers all over her panties and down the back of her bared thighs. Occasionally, I would drag a finger up her inner thigh until almost reaching her crotch, only to hold back. There was something about going that far which felt one step too far over the line, not that what I'd done so far would have been considered acceptable behavior by any right-thinking person.

"You're tired, aren't you, Julie?" I said, my voice soft.

I could feel her hesitation under my hands, surely wondering what I was getting at. "A bit, I suppose, Mr. Z."

"It's probably best you sleep it off here, then," I said, my hands never leaving her body.

"If you think that's best." I could hear the relief, the hope, in her voice.

"I do, little miss," I said. I crawled up onto the bed, kneeling beside her hips. "And, I also think it'd be best if we got you out of some of these clothes. Wouldn't want you being uncomfortable or getting tangled up."

Her voice was scarcely more than a whisper. "Okay, Mr. Z."

I gathered up the light blue fabric at her hips and began to work it down. The elastic band easily accommodated her not-fully-filled-out hips, but it was still a bit of challenge to get it down with her laying on the bed. Thankfully, she didn't weigh much and I was able to lift each hip in turn to get her skirt down around her thighs and then off her legs. I took a moment to gently fold it before setting it on the floor beside her shoes.

Full, bare legs now lay exposed to me. Even now, with all her private bits still fully covered, the sight before me brought my cock to full erection, pinned inside my shorts. I knew I'd be smart to quit now.

"You're so beautiful," I said.

Slowly, lovingly, I kissed my way up the back of Julie's legs, alternating sides, inexorably closer to her panties.

 

[pink_silk_glove]

The local lighting seemed to emphasize the darkness around me. Indeed it was definitely growing darker. Even the translucent glow of the tapioca had faded. Deliberately I fixed my stare upon it and saw ripples of waves. It was no longer pudding, it was rushing water. It had become a river and much wider than before. I could hear the water now and had always loved the sound. To my right, Beth was now farther away as well, although she was still smiling and having a wonderful time under her own lamp as the attendant worked away on her toes. The attendant paid me no mind, purposely I gathered by her air. It even felt as if somehow she was the one putting distance between myself and them, although physically I wasn't sure how. Beth waved at me in the distance, still joyously happy, keeping me somewhat reassured.

The water in the now waist high bath burbled busily around me. Not that the sensations themselves weren't pleasant but Even with Beth's blessings there was an underlying uneasiness in my growing solitude. Beth was a sweetheart but she could be an airhead at times. I could trust her friendship implicitly, but not always her judgment. I hoped that I would get my own attendant soon so I could at least get some answers, as I wondered just what I was getting into.

"Come on, let's go!" Beth called. I looked over and she was coming towards me, a spring in her step. I was surprised that she had only her tshirt on now as I could see part of her bush beneath the hem. She bounded up to me, the attendant lagging behind, rather upset that she couldn't keep us apart, but she kept her distance. I took Beth's hand and stood. The foot bath was gone and I too was completely naked, save for my tshirt. "Time to go to school," she said.

"School?" I repeated incredulously. "But it's the middle of the night," I said. "And we're not dressed."

"Come on!" she insisted with her bright smile and led me on bounding along the river bank.

 

[WatchingCloud]

Just what did it say about the state of my life, my marriage, that kissing my way up the leg of one of my daughter's friends was the most intimate experience I'd had in years? Yeah, my soon-to-be-ex and I had screwed irregularly, but the intimacy had long since gone. And what did it say about me that my "partner" was unconscious?

"Something wrong, Mr. Z?" My imagination knee-capped that moment of introspection in the sweet, innocent voice of Julie...wondering why I'd stopped my progress.

"No, little miss," I said, kissing her behind the knee. "Everything is perfect."

She sighed contentedly.

I continued to kiss my way up, occasionally pausing to lick her pristine flesh. My hands roamed up her legs and over her hips, brushing over her panties. It would be so easy to pull them down as well, just as I had her skirt. So easy...

My lips reached the curve of Julie's butt and the edge of her panties. The smooth fabric kissed me back, tingling my lips and beckoning me to continue. I kissed her all over, then rubbed my cheeks against hers. Again, my fingers brushed against the waistband, tempted, yet I resisted.

I kissed my way back toward the cleft between her legs. Her legs were too close together to reach the narrow span of cloth that covered her pussy, but now I could smell her. Faint as it was, that distinct aroma dealt a brutal blow to my resolve. If she smelled that delectable, how would she taste? Sweeter than my wife, no doubt.

I pulled back, settling on my haunches, while I still retained a shred of restraint. My hands shook as I considered what I'd almost done.

"You don't know how hard this is on me," I said.

I lifted one of her feet to my crotch, though in my mind it was her acting. "Mmmm...I might have some idea of how...hard..." Julie's bare foot rubbed against my hardness, teasing me for my natural response to her loveliness.

"Fuck," I mumbled under my breath. I pressed into her, sliding my cock against the sole of her foot through only the thin fabric of my boxers.

"I'm definitely feeling more comfortable without that skirt on," Julie added, no longer looking back at me but not stopping with her foot. "Can you think of any way to make me even more comfortable?"

I smiled. Loathe as I was to stop rubbing against her foot, I had a new task at hand. I gently lowered her foot back to the bed.

"I have a few ideas..."

I crawled up beside her and ran my hands up and under her shirt. The fabric in the back was just loose enough to reach the back of her bra. With a deft flick, I had the hooks undone and let the nude-colored straps slide down her sides. On one strap, I saw a tiny white tag with the brand logo and size - 34B. A perfect little handful.

I leaned down and kissed her back along her spine. "Can't have you sleeping in a bra."

"No. That would be uncomfortable."

"But, I'm afraid I'm going to have to take this shirt off first..."

Julie, her head turned away from me, smiled. "If you must."

Keeping the back of her shirt bunched up as high as I could, I gently rolled my guest over until she was face up. Her shirt kept her bra in place for the moment, but it was only a matter of time before that changed. I slid my hands under the front and inched the fabric upward, savoring the reveal of every inch of her tummy along the way.

 

[pink_silk_glove]

The river had stretched so wide that there was no way to make a return crossing. My steps slowed as I stretched my tshirt down to try to keep my bush hidden, but it kept creeping back up. Beth gave me an extra tug to keep pace. She was so excited as she turned to look at me. I felt a twinge of dizziness.

"Omigod, Beth," I said startled. "Your nipples are showing!" Indeed the hard nibs on her otherwise flat chest poked obviously at the white fabric.

"Ha! So are yours!" she laughed. I looked down and was surprised to see mine as well, two perky points on the end of my breasts from which the hem of the shirt hung freely to my hips. I couldn't understand what she was so excited about. Why the fuck would she be so excited about school? We didn't like going there during the regular day hours. Why the hell would we want to be there in the middle of the night?

"Why the fuck are we going to school?" I asked her.

"There's an assembly," she smiled and we continued on along the neatly trimmed lawn of the river bank into the darkness, with our hard nipples under our tshirts, our pubes half-showing and our clean feet.

 

[WatchingCloud]

With each inch of flesh revealed as I lifted the front of Julie's shirt, I knew I was wading into deeper water. It was my bed in my house and my state of mind might not have been sound after all that had happened the last couple days, but that was no excuse. And yet, I couldn't help myself.

The hem of Julie's shirt reached her unclasped bra. It would have been easy to just push it all up and reveal the young woman's breasts. As penance for my transgressions, though, I forced myself to go slowly. Shirt first.

It took a little work, but I eventually got her arms through the short sleeves. With care, I worked it the rest of the way off and gently laid her head back on the bed. In my mind, she smiled - demure with a hint of seductiveness.

Almost her entire body was now laid bare before me, with only the simple nude colored panties and unclasped bra obscuring her most private bits. I traced my fingers up her body and between her breasts, then up her neck. I cupped her chin, brushed her cheek, and ran my fingers through her platinum dyed hair.

Julie sighed at my touch and I leaned over to kiss her on the forehead. I could smell her fragrance, the hint of shampoo or conditioner. I kissed her again, this time on the cheek. The sigh turned into a moan. I kissed her on the lips - so soft, so warm. She gasped and kissed back...at least in my mind.

"Oh...Mr. Z..."

I smiled and gave her another quick kiss, then sat back beside her. Her eyes met mine in eager anticipation, glancing only briefly down at her chest. My gaze followed hers, picturing the gentle swells beneath those smooth cups.

I worked the straps out from behind Julie's back and then got her arm through first one side and then the other. With nothing other than gravity holding the garment in place, I slowly pulled her bra aside, revealing each perky little breast in turn. Even flattened by laying on her back, Julie's breasts had a pleasant shape, and her pink nipples were puckered hard. Was she turned on by my attention, even in her current state? That dark part of me driving my actions believed so.

"So beautiful," I said. Having dropped her bra over the edge of the bed, I let my hand trace down from her collarbone and between her breasts. She shuddered under my touch, her heavy breathing only serving to draw my attention to her features. I drew my fingers back up and across one of the hard nubs. She bit her lower lip.

Such breasts deserved to be lavished with attention. My hands explored their shape and pliability, comparing them on some level against all other breasts I'd handled. Aside from my wife, those references were a distant memory. Julie's were, indeed, a perfect little handful - firm, soft, and oh-so inviting.

I leaned forward and kissed a nipple. Julie moaned and lifted her chest up to my mouth. I kissed it again, then flicked my tongue across the tip. She bucked harder, so I relented and took it all in my mouth and suckled gently.

 

[pink_silk_glove]

"An assembly?" I asked. "For what?"

"You'll see," she said cheerfully and continued on, a renewed spring in her step. I'd never seen Beth so gleefully excited before swinging my arm about in childish joy as she skipped along. It was like she was about to open Christmas presents at age five. Of course her pubic hair and the hanging curve of her skinny ass atop her long legs proved that she was much older than that, and indeed I had no idea that she let her blonde bush grow so thick and wild, making me feel much less shameful for not trimming my own lately, the dark wisps (not matching my dyed hair in the slightest) straying at the edges of the wide triangle that they formed.

I could see the school now in the distance and found it odd that the parking lot and surrounding neighborhood were swallowed missing in the darkness, but the lit up building was easily recognizable, even if it seemed to have a couple of prominent new gables towards the back. As we got closer we saw other students trickling in from different directions. On the front steps people were gathering and chatting, but Beth and I were the only ones not appropriately dressed. Immediately I gasped nervously and pulled the hem of my shirt down once more.

"Beth, we have no pants," I hissed into her ear.

"Come on, let's go in!" she said, with absolutely no regard for my concerns. I knew that she could be bold at times but this was ridiculous. I tucked my body in close behind hers to hide as we climbed the steps and barged through the front door. No one else seemed to care about our attire, or at least notice - yet.

Inside the front hall there was a lot of clamor and the bodies were close. People jostled into lines to be admitted to the gymnasium. With one hand holding my shirt in place and the other taking Beth's lead, she knifed us through the crowd towards the open gym doors. We passed between bodies and at first I took care to avoid contact, or at least any significant or erotic contact, but as we got closer, we couldn't help but rub up against people. I looked to Beth as she squeezed herself between Aaron and Felicia and Drew, her body wedged sideways, and I was shocked to see the playful grin on her face. Wriggling her chest, she was enjoying the sensations as she slipped through. Then Aaron's expression caught my attention as his eyes narrowed to take me in. I actually had a bit of a crush on him, but the look that he gave me in that moment was creepy. This surprised me too as Aaron was known as a nice guy, perhaps too nice as his girlfriend Felicia tended to keep him under her thumb and treat him poorly, but now Felicia looking across at him, was clearly not happy with his deviously obvious arousal for me, and her poison stare tried to burn holes into his face like hot green lasers.

There was hardly time to think as Beth disappeared between the bodies and her hand yanked me through as if between pinch laundry rollers. Aaron may have been a sweetheart but Drew was a jerk. All of us had heard how he treated his various girlfriends, fucking dumping cheating and even at times abusing them. His naughty glare was enough to make me wary, but his hand deliberately groping my tit on the way past confirmed all suspicions. Again there was no time for reactions. Another tug of the hand and the two of us spilled out onto the gym floor and quickly collected ourselves.

"Ahh, there you are." It was Principal O'Reilly standing there in his blue suit and orange tie (Buchanan Marauders school colors) and his receding grey hair. He was tall and thin and a bit stooped as always. He seemed annoyed. "We've been waiting for you," he said to Beth and then glanced at me. "So you brought her like you were supposed to," he said to her. "Well, come on," he motioned and we followed him across the floor and into a small storage room under the bleachers that were filling up with students.

Once inside, Principal O'Reilly closed the door and put his arms around Beth. Again I was instantly shocked. Beth stretched her long thin arms up around his shoulders and kissed him hard, their lips and tongues smacking sharply to muffled shuffle of the crowd above us. Once they parted, he stepped towards me and regarded my body up and down. My breath was beginning to tremble as I regripped the hem of the tshirt and pulled it down. I must have stretched the fuck out of it and ruined it by now, but I supposed that it was just a plain tshirt, no biggie. Peering out from behind him was Beth still beaming, lips wide, teeth and eyes shining, her hair bouncier and lovelier that I'd ever remembered it being before.

"What's going on?" I asked her more than him.

No one broke the awkward silence of the small, starkly lit room. Principal O'Reilly reached out and touched my chest, caressing up between my tits and up past my collar, over the small lump of my larynx to gently lift my chin to gaze into my eyes in appraisal. After a moment a faint but very creepy smile of approval crept out at the corners of his mouth and his hand brushed my cheek and ran through my hair.

"What's going on?" I repeated, the tension growing in my voice.

"It's all good," Beth assured me. "Don't worry." Then Principal O'Reilly leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on my forehead. I felt a slight relief as it was only an affectionate non-mouth kiss rather than the raping grope that I had been bracing for, but my assurance was nowhere near complete.

"Should we get naked now, Alan?" Beth asked with a sparkle in her eye and more than a trace of mischief in her voice.

At Principal Alan O'Reilly's slow silent nod of consent, Beth stepped aside, grabbed the hem of her shirt and promptly pulled it up and away, her full golden locks spilling about gorgeously and her small pink nipples at full attention. Her robs could be counted, but I knew about that already. I'd seen her in a swimsuit more than once.

"Your turn," she winked at me.

"What's this for?" I insisted, but again she evaded my questioning.

"Come on Julie. Just do it," she said. "It'll be fun." With that, the two of them stepped forward, each taking an arm and together they coaxed one sleeve off and then the other. Now naked, I crossed my right arm over my breasts and lowered my left hand to my pubes. The two of them looked to each other and shrugged. Then Alan turned back to me and again. In my nudity, he found it prudent to reappraise me. He stepped forward and reached under my elbow to fondle my right breast, give it a few test squeezes and tug on the taut nipple. Then my arm fell away and he did the same with my left. Beth seemed to sense my nerves turning to fear and her expression changed to concern and comfort.

"It's okay," she said and put her arm around me. "He's just checking. Then soon we're going to have so much fun," she assured as Principal O'Reilly leaned down to kiss my left breast and I gasped as he suckled. I squirmed at the sensations.

"Why can't you just tell me what's happening?"

"Cause it's a surprise!" she beaming and nearly hopped out of her skin. "Well for both of us, but I've done it before so it's not a surprise for me."

 

[WatchingCloud]

I savored the feel of Julie's nipple under the sustained attention of my lips and tongue. There had always been something special about giving a woman this kind of attention, and in my mind I could feel her soft moans through her chest. In reality, I thought her breathing was getting deeper, enough so that I paused, sitting up to be sure she hadn't woken. Or was I secretly hoping she would wake and be okay with this...arrangement? It would certainly assuage the guilt gnawing at the back of my mind.

Julie, however, appeared to be just as she had been when I'd first found her in my bed, albeit relieved of everything save her panties. My eyes drifted down to said garment and I shook my head. No, I had to draw some line in the sand.

Even with that one restriction, there was more than enough flesh on display to unleash my hormones. My cock tented my boxers conspicuously and I imagined Julie's gaze falling that way.

"You have quite an effect on me, little miss," I said.

Julie smiled sheepishly. "Me? Did I do that?"

I cupped one of her breasts and gently pinched the nipple. "So sweet, so beautiful. Of course it's you."

Julie bit her lower lip, eyes now fixed on my shorts. I sensed a hesitation. Inexperience? Nerves? Regardless, it was cute.

I slid off the end of the bed, waiting and watching until her eyes met mine. With a wink of reassurance, I reached for the waistband of my boxers and lowered them to the floor. Freed, my erection bounced up and down, pointing in the direction of my inspiration. Julie's eyes widened, but more with hunger than surprise.

I climbed back onto the bed and crawled over until I was almost above Julie. I bent over and placed a soft kiss on her lips. Slowly, I lowered myself until my cock settled into her hand. In my mind, her fingers wrapped around the length and slowly began to explore its shape.

"That feels nice," I whispered before nibbling her earlobe and then kissing my way down her neck.

For a while, I just laid there beside Julie, lightly rubbing my cock in her hand while kissing and fondling her breasts. Just the physical closeness, the connection through warm bare skin, drove my natural instincts. My body knew what it was supposed to do when a beautiful woman was in my arms.

Almost unthinkingly, my hand snaked down her tummy and over her panties. I could just feel the rougher texture of pubic hair under the smooth fabric. My fingers slid further down until curling between her legs. Julie's legs parted slightly at my pressure, allowing my entire hand to cup her pussy. Her panties were damp, not just in my mind. My cock swelled at the realization.

Slowly, I started rubbing. The longer I rubbed, the more my fingers started prying along the edges of the elastic...

 

[pink_silk_glove]

It was so strange. The mumbling hubbub above us seemed to grow towards a climax. Something was about to happen and I was beginning to feel like I was going to be some feature of it all. When the principal leaned in again as if to kiss me, Beth noticed my discomfort and stopped him.

"Let me," she told him. Then she came in close and tugged gently on my nipples and with a warm smile, kissed me tenderly on the lips, then each cheek, my forehead and my lips again. It all seemed ceremonial, even as she strained to her tiptoes for her mouth to reach my brow.

When she finished, Principal O'Reilly stood by the open door beckoning us to exit. It was clear that he had a schedule to maintain and that he wasn't going to let us dawdle. We stepped out and the din of the throng in the gymnasium became clear. Again, taking me by the hand, Beth led me out into the floor. It was empty, save for some tumbling mats in the middle. I was terribly nervous and Beth coaxed me along. As I looked over my shoulder at the packed bleachers, my nakedness hit me at full force and I hid behind Beth and covered my pussy with my hand, and bending one knee across the other. She only smiled at me reassuringly as she had the whole time. Over Beth's shoulder, I spotted a large rabbit splotched with multiple shades of brown and gold, hopping casually from spot to spot, inspecting the varnished floorboards with a wiggly sniff here and there, but there was no time to dwell as the principal's voice echoed over the PA. I turned to see him holding a microphone at the front of the mats.

"Everybody quiet," he calmed the crowd into a hush. "It's time to begin."

At Beth's gentle urging, we stepped onto the mat and I felt a subtle tickling in my bush.

 

[WatchingCloud]

My middle finger crossed the line in the sand. Sliding underneath the leg elastic of Julie's panties, I felt first the soft fuzz of her bush and then the slick heat of the cleft between her lips. Young, sweet pussy - a true delicacy. I traced along her length, moistening my finger with her wetness, from her perineum to clit.

Fuck.

My cock swelled in Julie's hand and I ground into it with increased urgency. My lips and tongue continued to dance across her breasts, teasing her nipples in time with my finger's explorations.

Well lubricated, I finally dipped my finger inside Julie's pussy. One knuckle, then a second. She was tight, yet slick with arousal. Whatever the state of her mind, the girl was most certainly responding to my attention. Dreaming? Or was she secretly awake, letting me have my way with her and afraid I'd stop if I knew she was conscious?

I no longer cared for reality. All I wanted was to get her off, give this lovely woman the meticulous attention she deserved.

Taking my time, I established a slow finger fucking pace with my middle finger penetrating while my palm rocked against her clit. It was snug, even with just the one digit. Would she even be able to take a cock? Had she ever been with a guy?

I looked up and found her with closed eyes and broad smile, lost in the experience. I wasn't going to ask. No, that was the face of a girl who trusted me completely.

A gasping scream cut through the house, startling me so badly I was half out of bed before I realized what had happened. My heart pounded as if I'd been caught red-handed. Naked, with my cock jutting out obscenely, and standing over a nearly naked young woman, I couldn't have denied anything.

As my mind caught up with my instinctive reaction, though, I realized the bedroom door was still closed and locked. The scream? I hurried over to the door and pressed my ear to it. The sound returned, but this time I recognized it for what it was - a noisy orgasm. Fuck. My daughter. I was torn between that angry fatherly protectiveness and shame for what I was in the middle of doing. I'd already resigned myself to letting Beth and whichever boy she had in her room have their uninterrupted fun; no sense changing that now.

I slumped against the door and looked back to my bed. Julie, still sprawled out where I'd left her. Her panties were slightly askew, revealing a wisp of dark hair in stark contrast to her dyed platinum look.

I ran a hand through my hair. In doing so, I caught a strong whiff of her scent from the finger I'd been using to get her off. I raised the finger to my nose and inhaled deeply. So...fucking...intoxicating. Despite the shock of the situation, my cock was still as hard as it had ever been.

I slowly crossed the room toward Julie. In my mind, I saw both the unconscious girl and the wakeful, expectant one. No, no, no. Don't do this.

Standing between her legs, I worked Julie's panties over her hips and down her legs. I raised the soft fabric to my face and inhaled deeply before tossing them aside on the floor. Julie's legs were slightly parted. Her bush was dark but sparse, perhaps trimmed a little. Down in the shadow, I could just make out the glistening of her arousal, the source of my cracking will.

I knelt on the floor between her legs, spreading them as I leaned in closer. Her lips spread, like a perfect pink flower blooming. I licked my lips, then dipped my head to get my first taste of that sweet nectar.

 

[pink_silk_glove]

Principal O'Reilly seemed uncharacteristically informal as he addressed the student body. Normally he was very a very structured man but this time the only systematic gesture he made was to produce a document from his inside pocket and unfold to read from.

"From the signup sheet here under Beth's name," he said, "we have Colton and Juwon - Come on down!"

The rousing cheer shocked me as Colton made his way down the steps. His gait may have been energetic but it was nothing compared to Juwon who bounded right over the front railing and dropped to the gym floor. Beth was so excited. She hopped on the spot as she clapped with joy. The two jocks, one white and one black walked up to her on the mat, wrapped their arms around her in a group hug and began kissing either side of her neck. Of course it was not lost on me at all that the same fate awaited me just before Mr O'Reilly confirmed it.

"And under Julie's name we have Jared and Steve," he called. It was no secret who Jared was but we knew several Steves, so I looked to the crowd to see who stood up. "Come on down!"

My heart was racing now. It was like I was on a TV game show. I looked around for television cameras but only saw a few phones held up in the audience. Instinctively I tightened my arm across my chest and hand to my lower bits as Jared sauntered forward across the floor in his jean jacket and System of a Down tshirt with skinny geeky Steve trailing behind him. When they reached me, Jared caressed my shoulder and coaxed my arm from my breasts, grinning at the sight.

"What are you gonna do?" I asked him.

"Have sex with you," the shaggy-haired rocker answered warmly.

"But, why me?"

"They asked us who we wanted and we asked for you," he grinned.

"Me?"

"Of course, Julie" Jared said. "We signed up just for you."

"Lots of guys think you're hot," Steve confirmed with a nod.

"Probably some girls think you're hot too," Jared added, still grinning.

I'd had no idea that I was so desirable and could only blush (hard) at the thought as Steve, normally devoid of any confidence, moved in close to palm my back and kiss my cheek. Then Jared unshouldered his jacket and let his hand slip down beneath mine and stroke through my bush and trace my pussy, spreading the moistness.

Meanwhile, Steve's lips moved down my chest to suck on my nipple and a sharp quiver ran through me before he moved across to the other. The murmuring in the crowd grew and then there was a round of applause. I looked to my left and saw Juwon's jeans around his ankles and Beth and on her knees, her head bobbing as she eagerly sucked on his black cock.

That's when I gasped and rolled my hips as Jared slipped his finger inside me. Despite the pleasurable sensations, I was still far too nervous to enjoy them fully in front of everyone. Steve seemed to sense this and in a sudden rush of chivalry, he positioned his body to block the view as best he could. Jared eased his finger in and out of my pussy, but the base of his thumb pressuring my clit was what was really wetting me. I caught a glimpse of the audience chattering and murmuring, faces smiling, taking in the view. Some were pointing at me, even craning their necks to see past Steve and get a good look at me. Then Jared stuck his face between my thighs and as his mouth found my clit my knees buckled. Again, Steve sensing this, sweetly held me up.

 

[WatchingCloud]

There was a soft gasp or moan, a real one, from Julie as I dragged my tongue across her clit. Again, I wondered if she was really out of it or just pretending. Either way, I didn't care and wasn't about to stop when I was only getting started. Not after that first taste of her sweetness.

In my experience, every woman's pussy was unique - shape, texture, scent, and taste...even in how quickly and to what extent they self-lubricated. Julie had what I'd call a light, springy bouquet. My soon-to-be-ex had a much more robust tanginess to her that sometimes bordered on too much. This young woman, however, was a true treat.

I ran my tongue over each fold of her labia, exploring her secret place while lapping as much of her flavor as possible. Each time my tongue met her clit, I'd linger just a little longer - sometimes with quick flicks, sometimes with long and slow pressure. Julie's body shifted subtly in response, but she gave no overt indication of being awake.

In my mind, however...

"Oh, Mr. Z," she sighed. "Mmmm...yes...yes, yes, yes."

I smiled. While keeping my tongue and lips busy, I returned my finger to her slit. Once lubricated, I dipped back inside and began gently massaging her g-spot. I played her like a maestro, orchestrating my every action to drive her to a climax.

And, whether she was conscious or not, my efforts didn't seem to be for naught. Julie's legs tightened around me and her body began to shake. The finger I had buried inside her felt the tell-tale spasming of an orgasm.

Again, in my mind, I heard Julie's gasp turn into an uncontrolled shriek. Take that, dear daughter. You're not the only girl getting proper attention this night.

After the climax passed, I licked the juices from her swollen lips and then from my finger. So sweet. I crawled up onto the bed beside Julie and spooned into her side, my erection pressed firmly into her hip. I caressed her tummy and breasts, then kissed her on the cheek.

"You are the sweetest tasting woman I've ever had," I whispered.

Julie blushed. "Really? You're not just saying that?"

I nodded. "Honest." I ran my hand back down her body and between her legs. I slid my finger inside her and coated it in those sweet juices.

"Here, try for yourself."

Julie's eyes widened slightly, but there was a determination not to deny me. She licked her lips as I raised my glistening finger to her mouth. I traced the finger around her soft lips. Once they were fully coated, I gently pressed between her lips to let her taste directly.

In my mind, she locked her lips around my digit and suckled greedily.

Finally my finger popped out. "Mmm...I had no idea, Mr. Z."

I smiled and kissed her, taking my time to lick her lips clean, sharing her flavor.

We laid together, touching and kissing, for some time. My fingers idly played with her hard nipples while her hand fondled my cock, keeping it hard.

"Mr. Z?"

"Yes, little miss?"

Julie's eyes were unfocused, staring up at the ceiling. "Has a woman ever tasted herself off your... You know?"

I smiled at her devious enthusiasm mixed with shyness. The answer to her question was yes, but not often and I preferred to let her think she might be special for suggesting it.

"My cock?" I teased and kissed her. "Why? Do you think it'd taste even better that way?"

She looked at me and blushed furiously. "Maybe?"

I winked back at her. "Well, we could find out..."

Some small part of the back of my mind screamed at me to stop. Just what was I thinking? This was so stupid. And yet, my cock swelled to painful proportions.

Julie looked at me with utter earnestness. "I think we should."

 

[pink_silk_glove]

Jared licked at my pussy and Steve steadied me as I wavered on my feet. Over his shoulder there were so many phones, even a couple of video cams, held up all over the bleachers. My head lolled about atop my neck. My body was turning to jelly. When my knees suddenly buckled hard, my arm lashed out and gripped Steve around his upper back. This elicited a round of applause. My eyes closed for a moment and when they slowly opened, Principal O'Reilly was leering at me with a creepy stare. I thought that he might be on the verge of drooling.

Beth's sweet sighs were a welcome distraction from the Principal so I looked her way. A bench had appeared since the last time that I had looked and the two jocks had her skinny pale body laid down upon it, her head and her bouncy locks hanging down off the end. Colton, with his feet planted firmly on either side of the bench, was holding her stick legs up and plunging his cock deeply and slowly into her pussy, the edges of her entrance seeming almost to suck on his girth. Meanwhile, Juwon was rubbing his big black member over her face, his balls dragging an indulgent teabagging until she opened wide and took him for a spitroast. A cheer went up and cameras flashed.

I could feel Steve's dick up against my side, hot and clammy. He'd taken it out. I was that much closer to getting fucked in public myself. Holding me close, he turned my face back to him and started kissing me softly on the mouth, then tentatively stuck his tongue in. I let him. It was all I could do while Jared ate me down below. When Steve finished the kiss, I looked up and I could see stars through the open windows along the top of the gymnasium wall. The stars were so bright and clear against the black night sky and the air through the windows was amazingly fresh. Then I noticed an identical bench next to me, and suddenly it occurred to me that the gymnasium had never had windows before. The ceiling seemed twice as high as well. It was all so strange.

 

[WatchingCloud]

I'd already drawn the line with my "interactions" with Julie several times. It was a testament to my utter weakness and failing that I kept crossing that moving line. I knew on some level I'd hate myself for this - heck, I already did - and yet I couldn't seem to stop. Julie's body was responding to my attention and I couldn't help shake the notion this was exactly what she wanted. Oh the stories our mind can conjure for us...

I rolled over atop Julie, supporting most of my weight with my knees and elbows. My swollen cock brushed against her light fuzz, sending an electric chill through my body. I settled my weight slightly until the length of my shaft was fully pressed into her pubic strip and I slid back and forth.

Julie looked up at me, eager and nervous. I smiled reassuringly and kissed her.

I said, "Just a taste, right?"

She bit her bottom lip and nodded. Neither of us believed that.

I slid down her body just until the tip of my cock dipped between her legs. The transition between the slightly scratchy hair and the slick heat of her pussy was abrupt and delightful. I teased her, pressing against her and then retreating for a moment. She tolerated it for a few seconds before giving me a look.

I nudged forward again, then pushed a little harder. The head of my cock slid inside Julie. Just the head. Julie's eyes rolled back and she inhaled sharply. I could have stopped there - enough of my cock was coated in her juices for her to taste. I could have, but in reality I couldn't stop.

With slow strokes, I worked my way into her tight pussy a few millimeters at a time. I fretted over her ability to take me, but she was slick enough to accommodate. Julie's hands on my shoulders were tight, but not from pain. Finally, ultimately, I was as deep as I could go, and I help myself in place.

Was she a virgin? Or had she been? I couldn't tell and wouldn't ask. There was most certainly a sense of possessiveness that overcame me in this moment. A sense of control, of domination, but also of duty and compassion. I wanted all of her and to be everything for her.

Julie sighed and moaned. "So...nice..."

I'd intended just to coat my shaft, to allow her to taste herself off my cock as she'd asked, but now that I was inside her my body had other ideas. I wouldn't be satisfied with just that tease. I pulled halfway out, then slid back to the hilt. Julie pulled me closer, wrapping her legs around me.

Just like that, I crossed the last line in the sand. I began fucking my daughter's friend.

 

[pink_silk_glove]

The two of them laid me down gently on the bench. This was it. I was going to be taken right there. The ceiling seemed terribly high, yet I could see all the wooden planks very clearly, right down to the knots and the grain. Then Jared got himself in position between my legs as he held them up and apart. His jeans were gone and his stiff meat was suspended beneath the edge of his tshirt. He nudged it against my slit and mound and repeated, wetting his bell end, preparing us.

"Curt and Aaron, come on down!" Principal O'Reilly announced to another cheer. I wondered if it was Felicia's Aaron. Lifting my head, I peered across the floor to see Curt (another jock) make his way towards Beth. Was she ever collecting the beefcake. Then I saw Aaron descend the stairs. It was him with his soft light brown hair and straight teeth. I was wary of the devious look in his eye but Felicia's venomous scowl from the green eyes between the cascading dark waves of her trusses scared me. I wasn't supposed to touch him. She was making this abundantly clear but it wasn't up to me. I had no say in the matter.

I didn't have much time at all to contemplate things as Steve's dick and balls suddenly brushed over my face. I winced with surprise, an instinct as if dunking myself under water. Then I felt it. Jared's hot shaft nuzzled into my entrance and pressed, and slowly he sank inside me, a little at a time. Despite knowing that it was coming, I gasped in shock, but once he settled in, I calmed. He was a good fit, much nicer than my ex Ryan, and even better than the other time that I'd done it - that one-off hot fling that I had with Chad - but of course what really mattered was what Jared could do with it.

Steve's dick (thin but curiously long, snipped with an orangey glans) brushed over me again and I turned my head a moment to see Aaron as he approached. The sparkle in his eye was not the least bit comforting. Over his shoulder, Principal O'Reilly licked his teeth as he took in the scene of my naked body on the bench between two young erections and I imagined him as a heavy breather on the phone, but even worse was Felicia in the first row of the bleachers with pure evil hatred. Her eyes narrowed and brightened and her white teeth bared.

Then there was a squeal. It was Beth, and the crowd stood and cheered. I lifted my head to see Juwon's glistening black dick resting on her forehead as she grinned widely, while at her other end, Colton's cock half-plunged into her pussy animatedly pumped and twitched. I could only gawk. I'd never seen anything so vivid - the thick vein down the underside, the balls twitching and the shaft flexing hard between her pink cupping lips, almost sucking down his cum.

Then the rabbits returned. There were three of them and the largest one hopped silently and tentatively up to Beth's dangling hand and poked its sweet wiggling nose to her fingers.

"Ohhhhh yesssss," Beth sighed, then chuckled playfully before Steve's dick rubbed over my face again.

 

[WatchingCloud]

What I was doing was indefensible. On some level, I knew that. Between my state of mind, the finding of the beautiful young woman in my bed, and Julie's physical responses to my "attention," I couldn't seem to stop.

"Oh, Mr. Z..."

My delusions were also becoming outright hallucinations. Or was Julie awake? Perhaps my delusion was some perverse fantasy of taking advantage of a passed out girl? Follow that line of reasoning far enough and I'd start to question reality itself.

My cock had a pretty firm grip on its own subjective reality, though, buried to the hilt in Julie's tight, wet pussy. She was an incredible fit and I couldn't help but focus on the unique feel inside the first new woman in nearly two decades. Her pussy grasped at me in its own sort of lover's embrace.

With slow, deliberate strokes, I took Julie and made her mine. My lips met hers, conveying a powerful, mutual need. Our bodies became one as I thrust and rocked against her.

I was turned on enough, I didn't know how long I would last. To prolong the experience, I maintained a slow pace and focused on absorbing every aspect of it. From the feel of Julie's smooth, warm skin to the scent of her hair and breath; from the beating of her heart through her breast to the slick wetness of her arousal. Everything was so much more intimate and personal than the dispassionate fucking my old sex life had degraded to.

For some time, we just kept at it - the slow pace, getting familiar with my being inside Julie. I could feel the urgency starting to build within my partner, though, mirroring my own needs. Reluctantly, I pulled out and extracted myself from between her legs. She looked up at me, uncertain but eager, and I gave her a wink in return.

Standing beside the bed, I pulled Julie closer to the edge and held her legs upright, heels by my shoulders. Hands-free, I directed my cock back to her glistening slit and plunged back in. Julie moaned and closed her eyes.

From our new position, I began fucking Julie with a greater purpose. The pace was faster, the thrusts longer and deeper. My eyes took in the euphoric look on her face and the hypnotic bouncing of her breasts. So beautiful.

My climax pounced on me and I nearly came inside Julie. Some lingering shred of common sense told me to pull out, though, unable to count on her being on birth control. Not that there hadn't already been some risk on that front, but I didn't have to add to it. I pulled out at the last moment and the first shot of cum splattered across her belly and breasts. A second and third pulse followed suit, with the last of it dribbling down between her legs.

Julie purred, smiling up at me. Pure infatuation, pure lust. She traced a finger between her breasts, collecting some of my mess, and took it to her lips.

"What ever shall I do with you, little miss?" I kissed her legs where I continued to hold them up against my chest.

Julie, no longer looking demure, grinned back. "Whatever you want, I suspect, Mr. Z. We have all night, after all..."

I grinned, realizing the hunger building within me hadn't remotely been sated.

 

[pink_silk_glove]

Aaron had his junk out now and I felt the clammy warmth of it on my face as he smeared my mouth and cheeks with his scrotum. I never knew how popular teabagging apparently had been amongst my schoolmates, but my thoughts did not dwell on the matter for long, as I felt the hot glare of Felicia on my skin. When Aaron ceased his dick-rubbing, I glanced her way and was shocked once more. Aaron's girlfriend's face was changing. Her eyebrows arching steeply and she was bearing fangs at me.

Jared pulled out and when I noticed the white dab on the end of his dick I knew that he must have cum. Then handing my ankles to Steve, he turned to the crowd and raised his fists to their ovation. Meanwhile, Steve aligned himself and sank easily into my well-lubed slit. After a few strokes, he paused for a moment to adjust his stance before fucking me proper. I was surprised how hard that the normally shy geek was giving it to me, his hips slapping at the flesh of my bum and thighs to the delight of the audience. Holding one of my legs steady, he reached his free hand down to gently paw at my bush, his warm fingers tickling my tummy.

 

[WatchingCloud]

Having finally gotten off, the full scope of this foolish situation should have started settling in. Looking down at the young woman, though, pale flesh decorated in my semen, I felt empowered and possessive. It was intoxicating and dangerous.

"What is it, Mr. Z?" Julie, playful and not quite as innocent in my imagination, continued to trace her fingers through my mess.

"Just enjoying the lovely view," I said.

"Flattery will get you everywhere." She unselfconsciously spread her legs, revealing the glistening pink slit that I'd just enjoyed.

I smiled. "I'm sure it will. Wait right there, little miss."

I retreated to the master bath and soaked a washcloth in warm water. Returning to the bedroom, I wiped Julie clean and then took care of myself. All the while, I imagined her eyes following my every move, in eager anticipation of the rest of the night ahead of us.

An idea popped into my head. I set the washcloth aside and dug into my wife's nightstand drawers. It didn't take long to find one of her vibrators - a particularly powerful one with a bulbous head. I flicked the switch and it sang like a hummingbird.

Julie purred in harmony as I approached the bed. She slid back from the edge, giving me room to maneuver. I knelt beside her and leaned over to give her a sweet kiss...which worked down from lips to neck to breast to nipple.

"Ready?"

She nodded. The vibe, which had been teasing her merely with its sound to this point, made contact with her skin on her side, just beneath the ribcage. Her body trembled slightly at the touch and she smiled encouragingly. With feather-light touch, I dragged the vibrating tip up underneath and then between her breasts. Julie moaned as I then brought it up and around each hard nipple.

I teased her like that for a bit before relenting and dragging the tip down over her navel and through the sparse patch of hair above her pubic mound. I veered off to the side just before reaching her clit, eliciting a groan of frustration. Slowly, deliberately, I worked the vibrator up along her inner thighs - first one side and then the other. With each pass, the bulbous tip got ever so slightly closer to her slit. Each pass was clearly a struggle for Julie not to grasp my hand and shove it hard to that one little spot.

"Patience, little miss."

She pouted and forcibly tried to relax her body. I rewarded her by only teasing for another couple passes before finally allowing the vibrating tip to graze across her engorged clit.

 

[pink_silk_glove]

Principal O'Reilly was standing just a few feet away from Beth and staring down at her clearly bellowing ribcage as she writhed in pleasure, her spine planted on that bench.

"Oh Alan," she sighed. I wondered how long she'd been on a first name basis with the Principal. Her voice beckoned him closer and although his back to me obscured my view, I could tell that he was opening his pants. When her hand reached up to his groin the student body in the bleachers cheered once more. Colton withdrew his softened member from Beth's cunt and handed her ankles to Juwon who lined himself up and plunged in, displacing some of the previously deposited goo. Meanwhile Curt had taken his place over her head and she opened wide to take him into her mouth. She had one at each end again and with Colton drawing up beside her, one in each fist as well, jerking him hard again in her right hand with the school principal in her left. She was just so into it.

I, on the other hand (although I couldn't say that I was dead set against the proceedings), still held some trepidation and doubt. Steve was boning away, deliberate deep and slow, groaning subtly each time that he buried himself in me. I watched his narrow length disappear beneath my bush, then retract with a wiggle of his dangling balls.

Aaron placed his hand on my flank, then ran his fingers through the tangles of my bush with ease, before palming his way up my chest, circling beneath and around the curves of my tits. His touch was pleasant but the devious wanton look in his eyes had me on edge. I squirmed as he played with each of my nipples and I'd never remembered them so swollen and numb before. Then his hand wandered down my tummy and found my mound again. Steve leaned back a bit so that Aaron could tease my clitoris.

I was so afraid of Felicia at that moment that I didn't dare look her way. I forced myself to look straight upward into the fabulous blanket of stars above me, blackness smeared with diamond dust. The awe of it all distracted me enough that it took several seconds for me to realize that the gymnasium roof was gone. So were the walls. We were outside in the school field with the student crowd in the football bleachers.

 

[WatchingCloud]

In my mind's eye, Julie's entire body went taut when the bulbous head of the vibrator finally brushed across the glistening pink nub of her clit. She whimpered and shuddered and moaned for more.

In reality, I was pretty sure she actually did tremble. There was absolutely no doubt that her body was responding powerfully to my attention and I could only imagine what her dreams must be like if any of this was getting through to her. I should have let well enough alone, but part of me wanted her not just blissful but writhing in ecstasy.

"Oh, oh, Mr. Z!" Julie's plaintive moans drew me back to my duty. The young woman thrust her hips up, desperately trying to increase contact with the vibrations in search of release.

I obliged and held the instrument of pleasure firmly against her. Maintaining that position, I ran a hand down her inner thigh and then raised her leg. My lips kissed and licked their way along her calf and back to her dainty foot. I didn't know if Julie would react like some women I'd been with, but there was one way to find out. I placed a soft kiss on the tip of each painted toe, starting with the pinky and working my way up. After kissing her big toe, I took the entire digit into my mouth and sucked gently.

 

[pink_silk_glove]

Steve was already propping my thighs up to fuck me, but now my right foot was being braced. I was distracted from Aaron to see the esthetician brandishing my ankle and after her inspection of my toes as she wordlessly glowered down upon me. I was shocked that she had even tracked me down. Her eyes flitted over my naked body in judgment, then scowled her verdict directly into mine. What was I to do? I was a passenger on this ride. Whatever she thought of my morals or purity did not deter her from her mission however, and she went to work filing my toenails one by one. I was getting the pedicure after all. Steve slowed so as not to jostle me too much while the esthetician worked and she dropped the file into the pocket of her smock for a small bottle of nail polish. Carefully but quickly, she began to paint my toes in a vivid red. It wasn't really my color but the glare in her eyes stomped out any protest that I may have had before it could start. I didn't deserve to choose.

Aaron meanwhile kept his animated lecherous grin. I didn't like him this way. I didn't trust him and I didn't want the animosity from his girlfriend. He didn't care in the slightest as he brazenly began twiddling my moist clitoris with a quick light rubbing.