Julia

TheOlderGuy

Purveyor of Pleasure
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was my daughter's best friend. She came as a teenager to live with us when her parents fell on hard times. Tho we were not related by blood I treated her as if she were my own, and she loved me as a Dad, having never had the luxury of such attention from her own father.

It was, therefore, with some discomfort that I realized that she had become a woman, and a most attractive one at that. Our home was always one that allowed for total openness, and it was often that we would see each other naked around the house. Many times when I would be sunbathing nude in the backyard, Julia would come and spread her towel beside me and we would lie together talking of things both great and small.

The awkwardness grew, however, as I realized that her own sensuality was blossoming, and at times I felt that she was angling for something more than innocent contact between us. My fatherly instincts prevailed, at least until her eighteenth birthday. We had planned a festive day for her, and I had sipped liberally from the pitchers of margueritas. At the end of the night I startled us both by giving her a passionate kiss on the lips. She participated fully, but as we pulled away I could see a look of confusion in her eyes. What had once been only fantasy was now an elephant in the living room.

We never spoke of it, and several months later she enrolled in the community college, and got a small apartment near campus. I stopped by on my way home from work to check on her. As she opened the door, I knew that we were in trouble. She was dressed in an adorable sundress that barely hid her small perky breasts, and was riding far up her sweaty ass.

We embraced warmly, as we always did, and we kissed each other lightly on the lips, all quite normal. But then as if following a script we both went back in for a longer deepr hug, and our eyes locked in one of those questioning stares that has only one answer. Our mouths drew ever so slowly back together, lips nibbling ever so slightly, tongues darting tentatively toward each other. Her hands abandoned their neutral position, searching for the muscles of my back and shoulders. And with all my fatherly reserve lost, I reached beneath the light fabric at the hem of her sundress, and lightly stroked her luscious cheeks.
 
Harmon Eaton

My growing erection was very evident, first to me, and soon to Julia. The sweetest smile came to her lips as she recognized my call of the wild, reaching down to aid its delivery. My hands were mesmerized my her soft warm flesh, crawling all over her, soon lifting her sundress up and over her head.

My god, she was gorgeous.

Her breasts were tinier than I remembered them, her potent nipples rock hard, aching to be touched. She was lightly freckled across her shoulders and upper arms, reflecting the sparse sprinkling of freckles around her nose and cheeks. How could I have resisted her all these years? As I squeezed her nipples she moaned in a voice that vibrated to my very core. She was stroking my manhood to its full potential. And I knew that before long I would be well beyond any self-control.

"Julia," I pleaded, "we can't be doing this. I would love to, of course, but there are others who won't understand our impulsiveness. Not at all."

"Oh, right, Roni," she softly acknowledged my wife.

"No, no, not Roni. Roni is very cool. Roni is so cool that she would probably join us if we asked her to. But Jamie," the mention of my daughter's name seem to startle her, "Jamie would not know what to do with this. And your parents, they would feel so betrayed by me. I don't know what they would do."

She looked away for a moment, and then slowly sinking to her knees, she muttered, "I don't really care, at least not right now." And with that she slid my still hard member between her lips and began to purr. She licked the tip with such precision and passion that my objections were lost in a cloud of lust. It felt so good that I found myself pouring all my energy into not cumming too soon.
 
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I had always imagined my sweet Julia as innocent, inexperienced, but here she was handling me with more pizazz than most of the experienced women I'd been with. I looked down at her bobbing head, hair tossing from side to side, her bare ass arched out behind her. I was flushed with emotions. Was I ashamed to be giving in to my lust? Was I in love with this girl/woman who had been like a daughter to me? Was I simply in awe of her youthful enthusiasm? I sped from one feeling to another as she skillfully licked the tip of my engorgement, and once again sucked me deep into her mouth.

I gently grabbed her hair and pulled her face towards mine. "We must take our time, sweetie. There will be times for wild abandon. But here, now -- we must go slow and savor the beauty we are about to behold. I'm not sure we won't regret this one day, but let's do our best to make it memorable." I felt better taking some control of the situation, rather than running on default choices. I cupped her lovely breast, pinched the nipples, stroked her from her neck to her thighs. She sighed sweetly.

And with that I reached down under her legs and back, lifting her off the floor, and carried her through the living room. "Which way?" I asked confused suddenly that I didn't even know the layout of her home. She pointed down the hall.


OOC: oh, Julia, where are you?
 
OOC - Hello again TOG! I didn't see your return or your thread. I hope you do not mind that I snap up the role of Julia.

IC-Julia

Julia wrapped her arms around Harmon's neck as he carried her down the hall to her bedroom. His hands burned the flesh of her buttocks. Her breasts ached for his teasing and tormenting touch. She'd dreamed of this for many years already--she well remembered the years of coyly examining his body while he basked in the sun. And since the passion filled kiss on her 18th birthday, she'd thought constantly of but being with him.

I had been able to see his struggles earlier as he tried to decide if he could follow through with the coupling. I feared he'd leave before we could and thus I'd immediately taken "matters" into my own hands, and mouth so to speak.

As he marched down the hall, my lips nuzzled behind his ear and my palm slid under his shirt to caress his chest. My fingers teased the small pebble of his masculine nipple. As he passed over the threshold, I was thankful I had cleaned the room, and changed the bedding to my black satin sheets.

As he laid me on the bed, he leaned over and kissed my mouth with a passion I'd feared only moments ago he'd not allow himself to feel. Relief washed over me as I slipped my tongue into his mouth with the kiss. His hand stroked against my hip. As he straightened, both our breaths were uneven. My eyes shon up at him as I asked softly, "Sooooo Harmon...would you like to undress me, or shall I do it for you?" I flashed a sexy grin, more than ready for either answer.
 
Harmon

Oh she smelled so good -- so fresh -- so much like a . . . woman. It made it easier to forget that she was practically my daughter. Her fleshed burned, yearning to be touched, and I boldly accepted the role of initiator. I was sure she had been with boys, but this would be different. There were few boys around who knew how to treat a woman like a woman. They were too eager for their own sad satisfaction.

She nuzzled me behind my ears, stroked my chest, tweaked my own aching nipples. Her room had that warm familiar look of her room at home, and there was the gentle smell of incense, perhaps covering a toke or two she had indulged in earlier. Her bed was large, soft and comfy, lined with black satin, and I knew that I would get totally lost in this experience. "Are you expecting any visitors in the next half century?"

She giggled, and told me she was all mine. As I settled her into the bedding she consumed me with a kiss I would never have expected from her. Or maybe it came from me -- it was getting hard to tell.

"Sooooo Harmon...would you like to undress me, or shall I do it for you?" And with that I whipped off what little textiles were left between me and my young treasure. I kissed her, moving downward from her lips, across her cheek, and down the sweet curve of her neck. Her chest flushed and filled with goosebumps as I left a trail of tiny kisses across her downy landscape. She was covered with the lightest, slightest, softest hair, barely discernible until one got close enough to care. I loved it. I loved her, and that had an element of risk to it. It made this much more complicated, that we had true love to protect while diddling in our lust.

I continued kissing her everywhere, across her flat lovely tummy, and into the musky nest of hair that surrounded her portal. But I wanted to energize every nerve in her body before focusing the energy directly there. I lingered but a moment, inhaling deeply, savoring that she was one of those very rare women who were proud of their natural smells, who looked perfect because she left everything as the gods and godesses intended.
 
Harmon worshipped my body with his kisses and his touch. I wasn’t used to this—the boys I usually took to my bed were in a hurry to undress and ram their erection into my waiting pussy until we both came hard. No this gentle, slow teasing of his lips was something different entirely. I smiled as my fingers curled into the sheets, my legs opening of their own volition. My back pressing into the mattress like a cat enjoying his stroking.

“Ohhhhhhhh Harmon,” I murmured. “That feels so good, so nice.” His lips softly teased my flesh again and again. I heard his deep intake of breath as he inhaled my womanly scent. I luxuriated in his soft touch for several minutes…he seemed not to tire of exploring my flesh. A soft smile played on my lips as I watched his lips kiss all my sensitive places. As he slid back up beside me—he on his side pressed against my body as I lay on my back in the middle of the big bed, his hand continued to explore my body as his lips once again found mine for a very slow, very erotic kiss. Our tongues twined as we tasted each other’s flavour. My hand slowly slide across my own body to ever so slowly tease the buttons open on his shirt. My palm slid inside once the folds hung open. And still our kiss went on. His fingers gently cupping my skull. My fingers finding his nipples to slowly flick across each in its turn. I could feel his growing erection still tented in his pants as it rested against my hip.
 
Harmon

Her body responded so fully to my touch, her skin crawling now with goosebumps, her back arching for more, her nipples tightening in anticipation, her mouth devouring mine. She played inside my shirt as we lay side by side, my growing hardness driving a wedge between us. It felt so good to be with her, and the doubts lifted heavy from my mind.

She peeled away my shirt, and then my pants, and we lay quietly absorbing each others warmth, length on length, stroking every available quarter of each other. Her kisses were exquisite, and I wondered if she had learned this, or if it came naturally to her. Our tongues all but merged in a delicate dance, our lips sparring for more and more. I kissed downward again, exploring each crevice, every lovely curve and swelling, paying particular attention to her tiny breasts and the incredible nipples that crowned them.

As I approached the velevt traiangle between her thighs, she moaned loudly, and twisted almost as if in pain, but I knew it was joy she felt. And this time I delved deeper into the moist darkness, her juices having released a torrent of pheromones that could have driven a monk insane.
 
My finger nails softly stroked Harmon’s naked back as he again explored my body with his mouth. I’d been with a couple of boys, but neither of them had worshipped my body like this. His soft lips sent shivers down my spine and I found my body tingling with anticipation of just how he would discover and explore my body. My mind began to work forward to the time when it was my turn to explore his. Would he be patient and let me discover every inch of him, unlike my two youthful boyfriends who had been more interested in reaching their ultimate goal of sliding their hard hot cocks inside her?

For the moment she laid back on the mattress enjoying Harmon’s attention fully—only her hand continued to stroke his shoulders, his head and his neck. My other hand lay at my hip. As his tongue probed deep between my thighs, my body jerked as his tongue hit my hard swollen clit. He’d surprised me with his unerring direction to poke at the core of my womanhood. I cried out softly as my fingers clenched both in his hair and in the bedding. Unconsciously, my thighs parted further. “Ohhhh Harmon, that feels soooo good,” I whispered as his tongue continued to pleasure me. Part of me wanted to stop him so as I’d not cum before him. Though I well knew I could cum and cum and cum and he would be limited in that department. I decided to leave all control over this coming together up to him. Afterall, he was older and more experienced, and I trusted him to know exactly how to make this just right. Instead I told him how I felt. “Ohhhh Harmon, I’ve wanted you for so long. I’ve wanted to touch and taste your body all those years in the sun shine—even when I was just a teenager. And as I got older, I dreamed you’d explore my own body just as you are now. To awaken me to the pleasures of being a woman. But I was fearful you wouldn’t because you were like my dad. Oh please don’t stop Harmon, I’ve wanted you for too long now.” My hips thrust up against his questing mouth. His delving tongue exciting my body further. My nipples ached for a touch, but I refrained from touching them myself because I was anxious to see how and if Harmon would touch them. Half of my excitement came from not knowing if they’d be pleasured to, or how. I had decided long ago that this was exactly how I wanted to learn about my body…from him. And later I would get my chance to learn about his body. I lay there, biting my lower lip as the passions grew inside me.
 
Harmon

Julia's words brought a rush of emotions to my being that was almost more than I could bear. Hearing her speak of her long desire to be with me, of exploring with me, of being awakened by me - I was delighted, ecstatic, euphoric. But when she mentioned the 'dad' word that I was so sensitized to, I could have crawled into a fetal ball and died. As she finished speaking she thrust her hips upward, increasing the pressure of my mouth on her yearning clit, and I lapped with renewed enthusiasm at her liquid love.

I stroked her strong thighs with the lightest touch, sending more shivers through her luscious body. My tongue explored each crevice of her pussy as my hands traced the curves of her hips, her ass still blossoming with the roundness of womanhood, her tummy, and the beckoning hardness of her nipples. Her breasts were extraordinary -- I always wondered why men of all ages focused on large breasts, when, in my experience, the smaller ones were always so much more responsive. As I circled first one and then the other I could feel the pressure rising in her, and I worried that perhaps she would cum too soon to fully enjoy it. I wondered if she had ever really experienced a full blown orgasm. My guess was that she had, but at her own hand only. Julia was not one to lie in wait, she was that rare breed that went out and found what she wanted, and I marvelled that she hadn't come after me long ago.

"You are exquisite, Julia," the words escaped my lips without much fortehought, but I knew them to be pure and true. She seemed both embarassed and energized. "You are, sweetie - you truly are."

I lay beside her and pulled her on top of me, and we lay for a few moments stretched out like that while I stroked her from the crown of her head all the way to the back of her knees. She purred softly, and I thought that this must surely be what heaven was like.
 
Harmon

In time Julia lifted her head up, staring into my dazed eyes, giving a long look at the woman she had become, and thoughts of her as a child, as someone needing my protection, fled. She rose up upon her knees and reached down to extract my throbbing cock from the tangle of pubic hair between us. She stroked it lovingly, looking intently at it, determined to know every nuance of its being.

Lifting her ass she positioned its tip at the entrance to her journey of womanhood. She was dripping with the juices of awakening, and her hairs glistened with the light of love. As she pushed ever so slightly down upon my stiffened rod, we each gasped at the unparalleled feeling of first entry. We paused there, savoring the feel of my head sinking slowly into the dark damp hotness of her pussy.

We both knew now that there was no turning back, no regretting, no making excuses for our actions. We each would bear the responsibility for our love, and would have to make our way proudly amongst those of our friends and family who would protest the age gap or the broken taboo that this day would scream out to the world. We would have some time before it became obvious to others the change that had taken place, but sure as death and taxes, we would have to face the music.

Julia looked deep into my eyes and pushed downward with force, her tightness gripping me with wet absolution. A guttural moan escaped her lips, she thrust her head back, closing her eyes. I reached up to tease her nipples, now hard enough to hang a houseplant from. She pulled upward to the very tip of my penis, and before she could collect her thoughts, I lifted upward into her with sharp force, and she screamed in pleasure, followed by the sweetest whisper of my name.
 
Harmon's sharp and unexpected thrust made me scream his name in pleasure. There was only one thing I wanted now, and it was more of him. Again and again and again. My hands were supported by his chest, as my hips rose over him, punctuated each time by a decisive and sharp thrust from him. My nails would surely leave marks against his chest, just as I would, no doubt, have lingering marks from his hands that gripped my hips.

The pleasure which came from him was of a force more powerful than any I had ever known. It was so heady, knowing I could match that power, knowing I could accept it all and let it bring me to completion. This had been building within us much longer than these few moments. Years. Now it had exploded, leaving us no choice but to to be consumed by it.

I felt his grip tighten and shift over my hips. On the next thrust, I was beneath him. He was so quick, so sleek, and I had only begun to measure his strength. This new position allowed for a multitude of new sensations. His lips, mouth and breath against my neck made me arch my head back, opening myself to him completely. My legs, urged by his hands, wrapped around him, my hips meeting every arch of his body into mine. I reveled in the sensations of his mouth against my breast, of his teeth tugging on a nipple and then soothing it with his hot tongue. My hands urged him closer and closer, nails raking down his back, wanting more and more, needing more and more.

I felt his hips still inside of me, and slowly begin move in a circular motion. Both of us were breathing heavily and I knew there was no possible way we could stand much more. I tried to pull back and arch against him again, but he moved with my movements, not allowing the release which I was so desperately seeking. His hands caught mine, holding them, and slowly moving himself, measuring himself against me. He pulled out so slowly and slid in again just as slow. Sweat had broken out over my entire body, and my nerve endings were begging for release. I needed him harder and deeper and he was torturing both of us.
 
Harmon

The intensity of our dance consumed me. She forced a tempo by her own quick catlike shifts. Any cat would love it, and this one purred away. I loved the feel of us, strength against strength, yield against yield. It was always different and often quickly changing, flawlessy fluid, the two of us moving as one unleashed animal, finally free in the wild. It was torturingly fast, and torturingly slow. We melted together and then we’d sting the other with some stark reminder of the separation between us. I came to such a deep respect for Julia in those quick moments that I was quite sure that neither of us could be the same again. It was a love fulfilled, love that surely must have been divine.

The circular motion of her hips below me and the enthralling suction of her pussy wrapped so fully around me, squeezing and sliding and circling with such precise choreography brought ever more pressure to my pelvic region. Our brains would join, and I would for moments see myself through her teary eyes. I prayed that she could see the same through mine. Our hearts melded together. Our soul, once one, had been rejoined.

She pushed for release from the long and intense pre-orgasmic buildup. She reached for me and I took her hands. I pulled and pushed as she pushed and she pulled. We pulsated like a snake with indigestion. And I twisted our bodies gently until she was kneeling and her hands rested firmly on the high padded head of the sturdy bed. It was an old piece, quite remarkable in its design. The ceiling afforded still several feet of head space. I was crouched beneath her, still inserted in the mouth of her liquid center. Sweat was everywhere. The power of the pheromones would have killed ordinary people. But we craved still more, and I was not going to allow premature pleasure. The pleasure would be full, profound, foot rattling pleasure,

I pulled Julia’s right leg up over my hip, and continued to slide it along my torso and over my head, until I could slide easily behind her, and she rested back upon my cock, still fast with the enthusiasm a moment like this demands. I sunk deep within her from behind, and she growled lovingly at the sensation. She quickly set a rhythm, and our purrs chorused in cat heaven. I held her hips lightly as she freely moved about me from this new angle, discovering pressures and motions I had never known, feeling pleasure beyond my worth.

I reached along the swaying curves of her hips, creeping rib by rib by rib up her torso, to the warm swellings of flesh giving home to her hungry nipples. I pinched them, and she bucked backward driving me still deeper. I continued to tease her nipples with circles and tweaks, and the hot shelter inside my right palm, while I grasped the hair about the base of her pony tail with my left. I twisted it gently to assert the power with which I could force compliance, and she dug herself more deeply around my manhood to reinforce her own power.

We rocked, we rolled, we bobbed and wove. And in time there came a thunderous convulsion in the walls of her womb, her lips throbbing against my bloody engorgement. The walls of the room vibrated, and I held and held even tho my mind was racing ahead to the inevitable release to follow. But I was determined to bring her to as many orgasms as she could bear before I released the pressure within myself. As wave followed wave in her orgasmic delight I pulled on her hair, and she arched even more sharply into me. There are no photographs in heaven, and this, it would seem, is why.
 
Faintly, from somewhere nearby, I could hear low, guttural animal sounds. They were the sounds of something caught in the strongest maelstrom of pleasure. It wasn’t until I gasped for breath, and they stopped, that I realized those sounds were coming from me. Somewhere from deep within me. Somewhere that I had never before accessed, didn’t even know I could. Somewhere that Harmon had tapped into. Somewhere very deep, very primitive, and very sensual. And more natural than anything I had ever known before.

Everything he touched, everything he did, everything we did was electric. Currents were dancing just beneath our skins, wanting to get out, wanting to be released. The wild heat built within both of us, and I reveled in the wholly sensual animal he had awakened within me …that I had awakened within him. And yet, underneath it all, I felt a profound love for Harmon, and even deeper for the universe which must have had a hand in this dance.

Harmon’s hands were slowly, maddeningly making their way across my ribs. Easily slipping with our combined sweat to feel each contour, to trace each shadow, each curve. I wanted, no needed, those hands on my breasts. I bucked back harder against him, wanting him to know my need, and to measure his. I thrust back harder when they finally reached their destination, pulling my nipples and cupping my breasts. Yes. This was exactly what I needed from him. I never wanted him to stop.

His hand eventually made its way into my hair, twining around the base of my ponytail and pulling back. I reveled in his strength and in the power he had over me. I loved feeling his cock slide in and out, and I thrust back sharply, measuring my own power against his. There were no words for what I felt - only pure, intense sensation.

Our joining, our thrusts, our movements became more and more feverish. The building center inside of me, deep within, reached its breaking point and in one more thrust it was sent over the edge, taking me along with it. Waves of intense pleasure rolled through me, over and over and over. And still, Harmon’s thrusts did not stop, nor did his grip on my hair lessen. He had taken me over the edge and beyond. I could no longer see the room, only blinding bursts of light coinciding with the explosions somewhere within. And then in the next moment I felt Harmon’s deep shudder, followed by another burst of pleasure. I no longer knew where my pleasure ended and his began, I no longer knew where I ended and he began. I no longer knew where the universe ended and we began. Dimly, I wondered whether I'd ever find myself again. And then I realized it didn't matter, because I had found myself, here and now, with Harmon.
 
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