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Barbie (My Daughter's Room- mate)
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: MY DAUGHTER'S ROOMMATE :
: By Day Dreamer :
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My wife died two years ago, and I've lived pretty much a
loner's life since then. My only child, Candy, was living in
an apartment with one of her girlfriends during her summer
break from college, and even though she usually called me
almost every day, we actually saw each other only about once a
week. The last two years have been rough ones, but I've about
worked my way through the grief over my wife's death and am now
beginning to feel periods of loneliness. Believing this was a
sign that I reestablish a social life, I was entertaining
thoughts of beginning to date. I'll admit I was somewhat
nervous about getting into the dating arena. I've heard all
sorts of horror stories about what a jungle it is for older,
newly-single persons. I was beginning to get incredibly horny,
though, and even with frequent relieving of sexual urges with
masturbation, I was starting to experience a driving urge for
real female companionship. I was needing a flesh-and-blood
pussy, not the imaginary ones I conjured up in my erotic
fantasies. I hoped to find a mature woman near my age who,
like me, wanted only a physical relationship without too many
emotional entanglements--just good, hot sex without strings
attached.
Before trying to date, I decided I would invite my daughter and
her roommate out to dinner. I figured if I started with a
comfortable, non-sexual encounter like taking the two girls
out, asking an older woman would be easier. Besides, my
daughter was going back to school the next week and it would be
somewhat of a back-to-school going-away celebration.
I picked the girls up at 7:00 o'clock the next Friday evening.
Although I had talked with her a few times on the telephone, it
was the first time I had actually met Candy's roommate. Her
name was Barbie, and the name fit her perfectly. She was
blonde and willowy, just like a Barbie doll. And just like the
doll, she had long legs that just seemed to go on forever.
They were both dressed stylishly in tight mini-skirts and form-
fitting tops that left few secrets about the shape of their
bodies. Candy was a beautiful girl, but Barbie was just about
her equal. It was a wonder to me why Barbie would be willing
to spend an evening with an older man like me when she must
have certainly turned down dates with many a young stud.
I took the girls to one of the better supper clubs in town, and
after we got a table, ordered drinks. With a band playing some
good soft ballads in the background, Candy and I chatted about
her having to go back to school on the following Sunday. I
agreed to come over and help her pack her car. Throughout this
time, Barbie was every pleasant, smiling a lot, but she didn't
enter much into the conversation. After a little while, Candy
asked me to dance with her. After we got onto the dance floor,
Candy told me that Barbie was a very sweet girl, but was
somewhat on the shy side. I told her I was amazed that someone
as pretty as she was could be shy. Candy laughed and said that
even if she were pretty, she was still very shy, especially
with men. She told me that she herself was dating a little
that summer, but that Barbie would usually sit home and watch
television. Sure, she got asked out on a few occasions, but
her shyness kept her from accepting. She urged me to ask
Barbie to dance, that with her there she would probably accept.
When we got back to the table, I asked Barbie to dance the next
dance with me. She got a surprised look on her face, and
glanced quickly at Candy. Candy smiled and made a motion
toward the dance floor with her head. With a shy smile, Barbie
stood up and said, "Yes, I would love to dance."
The band was playing a nice golden-oldie, a slow piece that
called for some old-fashioned slow dancing. Barbie came into
my arms and her body almost melted against mine. She was
almost as tall as I, and we seemed to fit together like two
pieces of a jig-saw puzzle. She was an excellent dancer, and
after a few seconds, she murmured, "Oh, Mr. Larson, you're a
good dancer. Most of the boys I know are pure clods on their
feet." She put her head on my shoulder and snuggled her body
up against mine. "I just love slow dancing," she whispered
into my ear.
She may have been enjoying our dancing together, but not nearly
so much I was. The firm mounds of her breasts were pushing
into my chest and her soft, rounded belly pushed up hard
against my lower abdomen. It had been a long time since I had
held a girl in my arms and I was savoring every second of it.
It had been a long time since I had been in such close contact
with a female body and my body was reacting to the sensual
stimulus. Against my wishes, even with my gritting my teeth to
try to avoid it, my penis began to harden and lengthen out down
my trousers leg. "Oh, God," I thought, "I'm going to embarrass
myself, and with Barbie being as shy as she is, she's going to
be mortified."
Instead of pulling away in embarrassment, Barbie pushed her
groin hard against mine, squirming her hips against me. She
whispered into my ear, "Am I the cause of that?"
"Yes, and I'm so sorry. I'm terribly embarrassed about
something like this happening."
"Oh, please don't be embarrassed. It's really my fault for
dancing so close. Besides, I'm very flattered by it. I wasn't
sure I could cause that kind of reaction in a man. You're
giving my ego a tremendous boost." With that, she pulled me so
tight against her that I could feel the hard little nubbins of
her nipples against my chest. We finished the dance almost
glued together, silent, both of us enjoying the pleasant
sensations of sexual flesh pressed against sexual flesh.
When the song ended, Barbie and I went back to the table. My
hard-on was evident, bulging out the front of my trousers.
Candy couldn't help but notice it, but she only smiled and
said, "See, I knew you would enjoy dancing together."
After we ate, we had a couple of after-dinner drinks and talked
and laughed. Barbie no longer seemed so shy and grew more
talkative and animated as the evening wore on. When I
mentioned leaving, Barbie asked me to dance one more dance with
her before we left. When we moved onto the dance floor, Barbie
once against molded her body against my, pressing her groin
against mine, seeming to almost push her pussy into my once-
again hard and throbbing cock. "You're coming over Sunday to
help Candy get away to college aren't you?"
"Sure, just like I said I would," I answered.
"Well, after Candy leaves, will you come back into the
apartment? There's something I need to talk to you about."
"Well, sure, I'll be glad to," I answered. "But why can't we
talk about it now?"
"Because now's not a good time. It's something I'll be able to
talk about only when the two of us are alone together." The
song ended with those words and Barbie thrust her groin hard
against mine, giving my cock one final feel of the indentation
of her pussy. When we went back to the table, I was once
against in an evident state of arousal, my cock a hard bulge
under the fly of my trousers. I could see Candy's eyes take in
the show, but she only gave us a knowing look and didn't
comment.
We didn't say much on the way back to their apartment. When I
let them out, Candy kissed me on the cheek and thanked me for
taking them to dinner. Following suit, Barbie repeated the
ritual. As I got into the car and closed the door, Candy said,
"See you Sunday morning, Daddy."
"Yes, see you Sunday," Barbie repeated softly.
As I drove home, I recalled the feel of Barbie's body against
mine and immediately got another hard-on. Under the shower
that night I soaped up my cock and stroked it hard, imagining
it was Barbie's hand performing the act. Jets of sperm shot
out into the shower stall as my cock jerked in orgasm. I slept
soundly that night, not even dreaming about what dark,
mysterious subject Barbie wished to talk about.
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Sunday morning I drove over to Candy and Barbie's apartment to
help Candy get her clothes and gear loaded into her car. Candy
had most of her stuff already packed in suitcases, boxes, and
hanging garment bags. Altogether, between finishing the last
of her packing and loading everything into the trunk and back
seat of Candy's car, we finished in about two hours. Barbie
prepared us some sandwiches and Cokes, and we sat down in the
living room and ate lunch and rested. Candy said she needed to
take a shower before leaving and asked me to stay until she
left so she could kiss me good-bye.
While I was waiting, I finally had time to take a good look at
Barbie. It was worth the effort, because I liked what I saw.
She was dressed in a pair of extra-short shorts and a tight-
fitting tank top. Her lack of a bra was obvious from the way
her nipples and the dark circles of her areolas showed through
the thin fabric of her top. Her shorts pulled up so tightly
into her crotch that the crease of her vagina was clearly
defined. Her long legs were very shapely, with smoothly
fleshed thighs and firm calves. If she hadn't been so young,
almost the same age as my daughter, I would have found her
sexually attractive. "Hell," I thought to myself, "who am I
fooling. I AM attracted to her. It was her I thought about
when I jerked off the other night. And it was her who got me
so hot and bothered when we danced together. Kid or no kid,
she is a fine-looking woman, and I would make love to her if
the occasion were right."
Barbie saw me looking at her and gave me a soft, gentle smile.
Still smiling at me, she slowly spread her legs apart and moved
her hands up and down her thighs, caressing them with light
strokes. I envied her hands, wishing that it were mine doing
the stroking. Of its own volition, my cock swelled to where I
had a half-hard-on. The last thing in the world I wanted was
for Candy to come back into the room and find me lusting after
her roommate. I quickly switched my thoughts over to Candy and
her trip back to Austin and my cock gradually returned to
normal. Just in time, too, for at this time Candy came back
into the room, all ready to leave for her trip.
Barbie and I walked Candy out to her car. She gave Barbie a
hug and then she hugged me. The hug was unlike any she had
given me before. She pushed her body against mine and her
groin pressed against mine. Still slightly tumescent, my cock
started once again to harden. I quickly pulled back, not
wanting Candy to know how I was reacting to her hug. She
kissed me on the lips instead of the cheek, and her lips were
wet and slightly parted. In automatic reaction, I spread my
lips apart to match hers. Her tongue darted out and brushed
lightly across my lower lip. She broke the kiss, a look of
regret on her face. "I almost wish I weren't leaving," she
said softly. "But I'll be back in about a month. Keep the
home fires burning. Good-bye Daddy. Good-bye, Barbie. See
you in about a month." She drove off, leaving Barbie and me
standing on the curb.
I was in somewhat of a state of shock, hardly believing what
had just happened. Unless I had completely misconstrued
Candy's actions, she had just made sexual overtures to me.
Just the thought of that possibility filled be with a powerful
feeling of concupiscence. All the repressed desires I had ever
felt for my daughter came to the surface and made me realize
how much I would like to make love to her. I groaned
internally and told myself that I was a fool for even having
such thoughts, that what I was thinking was only the stuff of
erotic fantasies, not real life.
At this time I felt Barbie's hand on my arm. "Well, she's off
to school. In a way I envy her, being able to go off to
school, while I go to school here in town. Oh, well, Rice is
just as good a school as Texas, and we'll both end up with good
degrees." I realized that she had missed the interplay between
Candy and me, and I was relieved. God, what would she think of
me if she thought I was lusting after my own daughter. Lusting
after her was bad enough, but having sexual thoughts about
Candy was even more perverted.
"Mr. Larson, can you come in now and talk with me?"
"Barbie, for Pete's sake, call me Joe. Calling me Mr. Larson
makes me feel like I'm a tottering old man."
Barbie laughed and said, "Okay, Joe it is. And you're sure not
a tottering old man. At least I hope you're not, cause that
would spoil everything."
"What do you mean, `everything'?"
Barbie took my hand in hers and pulled me toward her door.
"Come on in and I'll tell you about it."
"Is this what you said you needed to talk to me about?" I
asked.
"Yes, that's what it's about."
We went into Barbie's living room and she closed the door
behind us. I sat down on the sofa and she sat in the chair
across from me, just as she had done earlier. Barbie softly
cleared her throat and said, "Mr. Lar...er, Joe, do you think
I'm attractive?"
"Barbie, you're not just attractive, you're a beautiful girl,"
I answered without any hesitation.
"Am I sexually appealing, too?"
I didn't know where this was leading, but the conversation was
getting me excited again and my cock was starting to get hard
like it had been before. "Yes, Barbie, you are definitely
sexually appealing. Any man in his right mind would like to
make love to you." I was afraid to look down at my front,
knowing there would be the evidence of my statement. If she
were as shy and naive as Candy had made her out to be, maybe
she wouldn't notice. "Hah!" I thought, "She knew what it was
the other night, she'll know what it is now."
Barbie's eyes widened as she looked at my bulging front, and
she whispered, "Yes, I can see you mean what you say." Barbie
then got to her feet and moved in front of me, standing just
inches away. Looking directly down at me, she said in a soft,
little-girl voice, "Joe, I want you to teach me how to make
love. Will you show me how? Please?"
Needless to say, I was totally surprised by her request. I
figured a girl as beautiful as Barbie could have any man she
wanted, and here she was asking me, a man more than twice her
age, to teach her about love-making. "God, Barbie, did I hear
you right?" I asked. "You mean you don't know how to make love
and you want me to show how to do it?"
Barbie answered, "Yes, that's just what I'm asking you to do."
"You mean you're still a virgin?" I asked.
"No, I'm not a virgin. I did it once when I was fifteen, but
it was a bad experience. I know from listening to my friends
that it should be something good and beautiful. That's why I
want to learn how."
"But why me? There are lots of boys who would kill to make
love to a beautiful girl like you."
"I want to learn from someone who's experienced, who knows how
to make a girl enjoy making love. From what I've heard, you're
that kind of man."
"What do you mean, `what you've heard'?"
"Well, Candy has told me how she's listened when you and your
wife made love. How your wife cried out in pleasure and joy
from what you did to her. That's the kind of love-making I
want to learn, and I need to learn it from someone who knows
how."
I was both flattered and irritated by what Barbie said.
Flattered that both Candy and Barbie thought of me a good lover
and irritated about Candy's telling a friend about something as
personal and intimate as the love between a wife and husband.
Lust won out over indignation, though. I recognized that I was
beyond the point of no return--my cock was now fully hard and
straining at the front of my trousers. After two years of
abstinence, Barbie's request was one I couldn't refuse. I was
practically trembling at the thought of getting her naked and
teaching her everything I knew about all the ways our bodies
could give each other pleasure.
"I know I'm not much compared to all the mature, experienced
women who must be running after a handsome man like you. But
if you'll teach me how, I know I can be as good as any of them.
If you'll just teach me how, I'll do my best to be the best
lover you ever had," Barbie said, looking down at me.
I couldn't help but smile ruefully, and said, "I don't know
where you got an idea like that, but the truth is that I
haven't had a women since my wife died. It's been two years
since I've made love to a woman. I'm probably pretty rusty
right now."
"Ohhh, Joe. You poor thing. You must be hurting real bad."
Moving closer, Barbie spread her legs apart, and straddling my
thighs with hers, sat on my lap. Her breasts pressed against
my chest and her pussy fit down right on top of my now
completely hard and throbbing cock. "I know it must have been
bad for you, but I like it that it's happening this way. This
way you won't be comparing me to any recent, experienced
lovers. This way, you get to relearn while I'm learning."
Barbie squirmed her pussy against my hard cock and a smile of
both wonder and pleasure spread across her face. She looked
down adoringly at me and then lowered her mouth to mine. Her
lips were moist and warm against mine, and I savored the thrill
of the first real kiss I had for a long time. I spread my lips
slightly apart, and extending my tongue between them, I brushed
it lightly across her lips, giving them little tender, wet
stokes of love. Barbie moaned softly in reaction. Responding
to my oral caresses, she spread her own lips apart. The tip of
her tongue came out between them, and with almost tentative
motions, she brushed her tongue against mine with light, almost
imperceptible strokes.
I wrapped my arms around Barbie and pulled her in even closer
against me. I put one hand behind her neck and then opened my
mouth wide and probed my tongue fully into her mouth. Her
mouth opened wide and her lips worked around my mouth, nibbling
and sliding over its surface. Her tongue became a wild thing,
swirling and intertwining with mine, exchanging oral caresses.
I withdrew my tongue and hers followed it, plunging into my
mouth. She explored all my oral cavity with her tongue,
digging it under mine, under my gums, and into my cheeks. She
was panting now, and her breath came into my mouth in little
gusts. I could feel the sounds in her chest as she moaned
softly, responding to the sheer eroticism of our oral love
play.
Barbie squirmed her buttocks around on my lap, working the
crotch of her shorts down so that it made even tighter contact
with my rampant penis. My cock was throbbing in response to
our kiss, and I felt the wet spot in my Jockey shorts where
pre-come was drooling out and dampening the fabric.
Almost breathless, Barbie pulled her lips away from mine and
whispered, "Oh, God, Joe, I've never felt like this before.
I'm so aroused that my panties are starting to get wet." She
pressed her pussy down against my hard cock and said, "You're
aroused, too, aren't you. I can feel your hardness pressing
against me. It feels like you've got a log between your legs.
You really do want me, don't you? You really do want to make
love to me."
I pulled Barbie's face back down to mine, and with her lips
almost brushing against mine, I said, "Like I've never wanted
anything in my life."
"Oh, God, Joe, me too," she whispered and then pressed her open
mouth against mine. She plunged her tongue into my mouth and
caressed my tongue with hers. As she did so, I moved my hands
up and down her back, stroking gently, loving the feel of the
warm flesh I felt through the thin fabric of her top. I moved
my hands down to Barbie's buttocks and cupped one in each
hand, kneading and stroking them with gentle, loving motions.
She moaned softly and almost bounced up and down on my lap,
seeking to bring her pussy into closer contact with my bulging
cock.
Moving my hand to the side of her shorts, I undid the buttons,
leaving the waistband loose around her middle. Extending my
hands under the fabric of her shorts, I ran them all over the
silken smoothness of her brief bikini panties. Tracing along
their lower hem, I caressed the exposed skin of her lower
buttocks. One by one, my fingers found the crease between the
firm globes of her ass, and I stroked them up and down the
cleft, moving from its top down into the area between her
thighs. With her legs spread wide apart as they were, I could
run my fingers all the way down to her crotch and stroke them
across the narrow expanse of silk covering her anus and vulva.
She was right about her panties being wet--I could feel the
slight dampness of her arousal in the fabric between her legs.
Moving my hands up to the top of Barbie's panties, I pushed my
hands under the sheer fabric and onto the smoothly textured
flesh of her buttocks. Once again I found the spread-wide
crack of her buttocks and moved my fingers up and down its full
length. As I went lower, probing deeply into the hidden area
between her thighs, I felt the evidence of her arousal. The
lower portion of the gaping area between her buttocks was slick
with the flow of her female secretions, and my fingers made
slick tracks across her anus as they probed her nether regions.
She started as I slowly circled her little rosebud with a
fingertip and moaned into my mouth at the pleasure of the
erotic touch. Moving even lower, my finger encountered the
very bottom of her gaping vulva. I extended my finger and
probed it into the moist furrow of her womanness. She broke
the kiss and ground her wet flesh against my probing finger,
murmuring, "Oh, God, Joe! Oh, God, that feels so good."
I wanted to move my finger all the way up to her clitoris and
give her the thrill of feeling it stroked but the pressure of
my cock against her prevented it. Instead, I moved my hands
from under her panties to up under the thin fabric of her top.
Spreading my fingers to their widest, I slowly moved my hands
around to her front. As they gently stroked across her front,
they came to the soft curves of the undersides of her breasts.
I moved them up to where they each cupped one of her breasts
and then squeezed them with just gentle pressure. She
responded by moving herself backward so that there was enough
space between us for me continue my ministrations.
The tank top she had on fit so tightly that I didn't have room
to pay the kind of homage to her breasts that they deserved.
To solve that problem, I pulled my hands from under her top and
then slowly pulled it up until it came up over and fully
exposed her bountiful mounds. Barbie broke the kiss and pulled
herself even further away, ensuring I had ample room to
continue caressing her breasts. With room enough to properly
attend to Barbie's needs, I rubbed a finger over each of her
nipples, lightly stroking across the hard little nubbins. She
wrapped her arms around my neck and laid her cheek on the top
of my head, moaning in reaction to the pleasure my hands were
bringing to her breasts.
As I gently stroked and squeezed Barbie's soft mounds, her
nipples erected, hardening and extending out in little points
from the dark circles surrounding them. She whispered, "Oh,
Joe, I love that. My boobs are so sensitive. That's...sooo...
gooood."
I knew that if my hands felt that good on her breasts, my mouth
and tongue would feel even better. I moved my mouth to her
right breast and stroked my tongue across its top. Barbie
jerked in reaction to the contact, and then pulled herself even
further back. With her hands still wrapped around the back of
my neck, she leaned back and thrust her breasts up to me,
inviting me to give them oral caresses. "Yes, Joe, suck on
them. Oh, God, Joe, I've longed so much for a boy to suck on
my nipples. Suck them. Please, Joe, suck them...suck them
hard." As I took a nipple into my mouth, she muttered, "Yes!
Yes, yes, yes. Like that. Oh, God, yes. Suck on them...suck
them...suck like a baby."
Seeing the pleasure I was giving Barbie, I doubled my efforts,
taking the whole center of her breast into my mouth and sucking
on it. As I did so, I stroked my tongue in circles around her
nipple, moving it across the pebbly-texture of her areola. I
pulled my mouth away from her breast until just the hard
extension of her nipple was still between my lips and nibbled
on it, biting with just the gentlest of nips with my teeth.
Barbie whispered, almost a hiss, "Yeesssssss, like that.
Just...like...that."
Suddenly Barbie sat up fully in my lap. Reaching down, she
took hold of her tank top and pulled it up over her head,
tossing it on the floor. Her breasts were now fully exposed to
me now, twin mounds the shape of half-a-cantaloupe, each pale
and white except for the dark circles of areolae. I took each
one in a hand and squeezed it, causing the nipples to thrust
out even more than they were. I brought my mouth down, and
alternating between them, kissed, sucked, and licked each of
them. I feasted on them, loving each of them fully with my
mouth and tongue. Barbie's had her head thrown back, moaning
as I lavished my oral caresses on her now trembling breasts.
Barbie reached out her hands and grasped my shoulders, crying,
"Oh, God, Joe, I can't take anymore of this. I feel like I'm
climbing higher and higher, that I'm just about to explode."
I was feeling a lot like that myself. It had been so long
since I had made love to a woman that I was shaking with
desire. My cock had poured out pre-come and the whole front of
my Jockey shorts was now soaked from the flow. The continued
grinding of Barbie's pussy against my cock had me on the very
edge of orgasm. I knew that if we continued in this manner, we
both would soon be erupting in orgasm. I didn't want to just
come in my pants, I wanted my cock inside Barbie's tight pussy
when I spent my long-stored sperm. Besides, the feel of
Barbie's pussy against my cock made me want to see it and touch
it without the restrictions our clothing caused. Even more
than that, I wanted to bury my mouth in the wetness of her
woman flesh and taste once more the unparalleled taste of the
nectar of a woman in full arousal.
I took my mouth away from Barbie's breasts and pulled her face
down to mine. Our mouths came together in a wet kiss, our
tongues wild animals as they duelled each other. Barbie was
breathing hard and so was I. We were each ready to go to the
next step of Barbie's lessons. As if she sensed my thoughts,
Barbie pulled her mouth away from mine and whispered, "I want
us to get naked, Joe. I want us to be able to see each other's
bodies in all their glory. It's time to go to my bedroom. Oh,
God, Joe, strip me and make love to me. I need it so bad." As
she said this, she stood up and took my hand. "Let's go to my
bedroom. Make love to me. Teach me all there is about making
love. Oh, God, Joe, fuck me. Fuck me and teach me how to fuck
you."
Still holding my hand, Barbie led me down the hallway to her
bedroom.
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:: BARBIE ::
:: Chapter 2 ::
:: A Fantasy by Day Dreamer ::
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Barbie held my hand tightly as we walked down the hallway to
her bedroom. With her tank top removed, I had an excellent
view of the profile of her breasts. They hadn't seemed partic-
ularly large when she was facing me in the living room chair,
but seeing them now from the side, seeing the way they thrust
out and jiggled up and down as she walked, made me realize they
were full and developed. I knew I would enjoy feasting on them
and caressing them until the nipples stood erect and hard.
As we entered her bedroom, her hand trembled in mine and I
could tell she was nervous about the journey on which we were
about to embark. As we approached the bed that filled a corner
of the room, she turned to me and smiling shyly said, "Joe, I
don't know what to do next. All I know is that I have never
felt this way before. I know that whatever comes next, I'm
ready for it. Oh, God, Joe, I'm more than ready for it--I NEED
it. I've never felt such a need before. I've never in my life
been aroused like I am now."
Still holding my hand, she used it to pull herself into my
arms. Wrapping her arms around me, she put her mouth to mine
and kissed me with a fervor that proved the truth of her
statement. She broke the kiss and almost breathlessly
whispered, "Joe, show me what to do next. Love me, and show me
how to love you."
With her in my arms like that, she was no longer my daughter's
roommate--she a desireable woman and I was a man who desired
her. We were man and woman aroused and needing each other.
Our desires had mounted to an almost fever pitch, and we needed
each other in a manner approaching desperation. I pulled her
lips to mine again and my mouth feasted on hers. As we kissed,
I put my hands on her firm buttocks and pulled her groin hard
against mine, pressing the hard knot of my manhood into the vee
of her groin. As I cupped and kneaded the firm handfuls of her
buttocks, she thrust herself against me, pushing her sex into
even closer contact with mine.
We broke the kiss slowly, almost reluctantly, until our lips
were barely apart, just brushing against the other's. We were
both breathing hard now, our mutual desire almost taking our
breath away. Putting my hands on the waistband of her loosened
shorts, I started pushing them down over her hips. As they
came below her hips and fell to the floor around her feet, I
said, "The first thing is to get rid of all the barriers
between us."
Barbie stepped back away from me and said, "Yes, let's get
naked. I want to show my body to you--show it to you
completely." She smiled at me and whispered, "And I want to
see your body, your naked body, and all there is about it."
She sat down on the side of the bed and started to remove her
shoes and socks. Without looking up she in a soft voice, "I've
never seen a nude man before." Then she looked up, and with an
almost lascivious expression on her face, she said in a louder
voice, "I want to see you naked, Joe. I want to see what I've
been feeling up between my legs. I want to see your penis,
Joe. I want to see your hardness with my own eyes."
Responding to her wanton request, I started stripping my
clothes, almost tearing them from my body. Barbie's words
inflamed me, and I wanted for her to see me naked as much as I
longed to see her body in its totality. Impelled by that
urgency, I had removed all my clothes except my Jockey shorts
by the time she had finished taking off her shoes and socks.
Barbie stood and faced me, trembling slightly in anticipation
of the next step. For a moment we stood there, looking into
each others eyes. Her brief panties barely covered her pubis
and lower belly. A circle of dampness spread out from the
panties' crotch, a tell-tale of the height of her arousal. I
glanced down at the front of my shorts, and saw that they had a
similar circle of moisture. I felt the slick wetness of my
pre-seminal flow pressing against my straining cock. It was
evidence of my total arousal, evidence of my desire for the
almost-nude, beautiful twenty-year-old girl who stood before
me.
"Do you like my body?" Barbie asked.
"Barbie, you have a beautiful body. You're a beautiful girl
and you have a body to match." I grinned a little and added,
"At least that part I can."
"What about you?" she said. "I can't see all of you either."
I put my hands to the top of my shorts and started to push them
down. Matching me, Barbie put her hands to the top of her
panties, and still looking me in the eyes, a shy smile on her
face, started pushing them down over her hips. Inch by inch,
we each lowered our last articles of clothing, pushing them
down to reveal our unclad bodies to each other. Barbie's pubic
fur came into view just as a mat of my pubic hair pushed itself
over the waistband of my shorts. Barbie pushed the silken
fabric of her panties down onto her thighs and her vagina
revealed itself fully to me, her womanly crease visible through
the damp locks of her fur. As her sexual core was coming into
view, I pushed the waistband of my shorts over the bulge of my
cock and balls. Free from its restrictions, my cock sprung
outward, stiff and throbbing in its freedom. Shorts and
panties both fell to the floor and without looking down, we
each stepped out of them and stood still and silent, inviting
each other's inspection.
Barbie's eyes, now widened, roamed up and down my body, taking
in all my nakedness. I gazed at her at the same time, almost
breathless from the beauty of her girlish, yet womanly, body on
full display. I reached out a hand and brushed it across one
of her erect nipples. "Barbie, you are incredibly beautiful,
all of you," I said, caressing the hard, little nubbin that
jutted out so proudly from the dusky circle topping the full,
white mound of her breast.
Barbie stepped toward me and laid a hand on my chest, running
her fingers through the sparse hair that covered it. "You're
beautiful, too, Joe," she whispered. "And you're so big. God,
you're so big and hard." Even though I knew that at about
six-and-one-half inches my cock was only average in size, I
couldn't help but feel flattered by her compliment. Responding
to her words, I pulled her against me and kissed her.
With our arms wrapped tightly around each other, the hard
points of her breasts pressed into my chest. As we kissed with
a deep, soul kiss, she started breathing faster, and with each
breath the little bullets of her nipples felt harder yet. I
reached down and took hold of her buttocks, squeezing them
gently. As I did so, I bent my legs just a little so that my
cock could come free from between us and its head press into
the crease of her vagina. Thrusting my hips forward, I slid my
cock between her labia. Her flesh was slick from her secre-
tions, and my cock burrowed into the hot, slippery recess of
her furrow.
Pressing a little deeper, my cock came to Barbie's clitoris.
It was a hard protrusion, a swollen bump right in the center of
her wet channel. As the head of my cock brushed over the
little nubbin, Barbie gasped and jerked her hips in reaction.
She moaned into my mouth and muttered, "Oh, God!" Reacting to
such pleasure, she thrust her hips against mine and my cock
slid all the way down into the folds and convolusion of her
labia. Our pubic bones now pressed hard against each other,
and we both panted in reaction to the waves of pleasure flowing
through our sexual centers. This time it was my time to moan.
The warmth of her flesh surrounding my cock caused it to throb,
each of my heart-beats making it pulsate with its own little
beats.
Our kiss was beyond control. Gasping and working our lips and
tongues in wild abandon, our mouths acted out the motions our
lower bodies were desperate to perform. As we plunged our
tongues in and out of each other's mouths in oral copulatory
motions, Barbie's hips started imitating the motion, pushing
in and pulling out. As she did, my cock slid back and forth in
her furrow, my shaft caressing her clitoral protrusion. Her
furrow slickened even more with each stroke, becoming oily with
secretions flowing from her inner recesses and pre-come flowing
from my cock in a copious, seemingly never-ending supply.
Barbie was moaning now, a continuous sound of pleasure. Her
moans had started softly, but were gradually increasing in
volume. Suddenly, she jerked her mouth away from mine and
stiffened her body until it was almost rigid. Her mouth opened
in a round circle and her eyes widened. Almost chokingly she
muttered, "Joe! Oh, God, Joe!" Her furrow started shuddering
around my cock and her belly jerked against mine. I felt her
tremors as they ran through her abdomen and flowed into mine.
She clutched me against her and laid her head on my shoulder.
"Joooeee, ooohhh Jooeee. Oh, God, Joe. Oooohhhh, God...
Oooooooohhhhhh. Oh, Joe...Joe...Joe," she moaned as the
shudders and spasms of orgasm shook her body. "Oh, God, I'm
coming...I'm commmiiinnngggg."
My cock was locked in the tight grip of her labial lips as they
clamped down on it. Tremor after tremor seized her channel and
moved into the hardness of my imprisoned shaft. It was only an
act of ultimate will power that kept me from coming along with
her. The shudders of her flesh against mine brought me right
to the edge and, but for the thought of how good it was going
to feel to bury my cock fully in the warmth of the near-virgin
flesh that now gripped it so pleasurably, I would have spewed
my manhood out into the warm folds that encompassed my
throbbing penis.
The shudders and tremors of her orgasm slowly lessened and
Barbie's knees began to buckle under her. I lifted her up
gently and, moving to the bed, I lowered her and laid her
softly down on her back, her knees and lower legs hanging off
the side. She put an arm across her eyes and lay there,
breathing heavily, still experiencing the last little trembling
of her orgasm. Her legs were splayed apart and the furrow
between them was completely open to my view. It was wet and
glistening from our combined secretions and her clitoris was
engorged and protruded up between the swollen lips running down
each side of the gaping channel. At the bottom of the channel,
the lips opened wider and revealed just the slightest hint of
the opening to her long-unplumbed sheath. Except for anticipa-
tion of the pleasure I knew I would get from giving her
even more pleasure, I would have plunged my cock into that
opening and enjoyed the same rapture Barbie had just
experienced. She had asked me to teach her about pleasurable
love, though, and I was determined to do just that--to make her
cry out in pleasure over and over again.
I sat down on the bed next to Barbie and gazed down at the
perfection of her body. I didn't know what fate had brought
the two of us together and had caused her to ask me to be her
love mentor, but I wasn't going to question my good fortune. I
had been feeling the need for female companionship, and it had
been offered to me in the form of Barbie's request. "God, but
she's beautiful," I thought. "And so young--almost the same
age as Candy." I thought back to the good-bye kiss my daughter
had given me and my passion rose to even higher levels. My
cock throbbed from the thought that making love to Barbie would
be almost like making love to Candy, that caressing Barbie's
firm young body would be like having Candy's body beneath my
hands. I couldn't help but picture Candy nude just like Barbie
was, her vagina gaping open and wet with the flow of a woman's
secretions of love.
Worried about the perversion of such thoughts, I forced them
from my mind by dropping my lips to Barbie's navel and kissing
and tongueing her little indented belly button. Moving
upwards, I kissed and ran my tongue along the curved underside
of her breasts. She squirmed under my caresses and lifted her
arm from her eyes. I sat up and smiled down at her. Seeing
that she had recovered, I asked, "You okay now, Barbie?"
"Okay? Oh, God, Joe, am I EVER okay. I'm still feeling the
after-effects of what we just did. I've never had an orgasm
like that before in my life." As if to prove her point, she
squirmed her hips in small circles, gyrating them on the bed.
Even though I suspected what she meant, I couldn't resist
asking the next question. "But I thought you hadn't been with
a boy since you were fifteen, and that that time was a bad one
for you."
Barbie's face reddened and she said, "Well, er, you know." She
held up a finger and said, "Sometimes a girl just has to take
care of things herself." With a little grin, she said, "After
the orgasm I just had, I realize this little pinky is a poor
substitute."
"I know exactly what you're talking about," I said. "I've had
to resort to solitary games myself during the last two years."
With a solemn expression on her face, Barbie took my hand and
placed it on her breast. "We won't have to do that now, will
we? Now we've got each other. We can have the real thing now,
can't we? We can have real boy-girl love."
"Yes," I said. "And viva the real thing. Viva boy and girl
love."
Barbie looked up at me with a look of adoration I hadn't
experienced since my wife and I were in our courtship days and
whispered, "Joe?"
"Um-hmm," I answered.
"Kiss me again. I love the way you kiss."
"I love your kisses, too," I said, and lowered my mouth to
hers. This time we kissed gently, our tongues softly and
slowly intertwining. My hand was still on her breast and
I gently stroked her nipple, matching my hand caresses to our
oral ones. She murmured a soft "Ummnnn" into my mouth and
arched her back upward, pushing her breast even harder into my
hand. Switching my hand back and forth, I massaged her
breasts, paying particular attention to her hard and still-
erect nipples.
Knowing, though, that as much as she enjoyed touches on her
breasts, she would like lower touches even more, I slowly moved
my hand from her upthrust mounds down onto the softly rounded
firm flesh of her little belly. Using just my finger tips, I
traced little circles around the indentation of her navel.
Gradually, I widened the circles and soon my hand was roving
over the entire expanse of her lower body. Each stroke took my
hand lower and lower, and my fingers finally brushed into the
soft pubic hair growing so lushly in her delta of Venus.
Barbie reacted to the caresses by squirming her hips in little
gyrations. Her tongue, moving only gently before, began to
swirl around mine with faster, more intense strokes.
Using all my fingers, I brushed through and teased Barbie's
abundant pubic fur. Once again, she breathed out a soft
"Ummnnn." As she did, she spread her thighs even more, giving
me greater access to that secret area of womanness hidden
between them. I had already explored her labial lips with my
cock, now I wanted to explore that area with my hand, to seek
out and delve all the forbidden recesses of her femininity.
Exploring through Barbie's pubic forest, my fingers came to the
little fold at the top of her maidenly crease, that unmis-
takable mark of her femininity. Remembering how inviting her
gaping furrow had been to me, I extended my middle finger and
eased it slowly down into the warm, wet area between her labia.
With Barbie's legs spread apart as they were, my finger slid
easily into the exposed channel of her sex. The warm flesh of
her sex was smooth and slippery, soaking with the flow of my
pre-come and her own secretions. Tracing through the residue
of our slippery flows, I extended my finger further down,
searching out the secrets of her nether region.
As my hand and finger moved lower to where they were buried
between her thighs, my finger tip came to the swollen button of
her clitoris. It was a hard nubbin between her labia, swollen
and erected from her aroused passion. I moved my finger on top
of it and stroked across the clitoral surface, using just the
softest of touches. Barbie gasped and jerked her hips in
response to the contact. Even though our mouths were still
locked together and our tongues still busy stroking the
other's, I could understand Barbie's words as she mouthed,
"Ohhhhh, God!"
Barbie hunched her hips up against my hand, forcing her
clitoris into closer contact with my exploring finger. As my
finger moved back and forth across the little nubbin, she
reacted to the pleasure by gyrating her hips in small circles.
She moved her face to the side, pulling her lips from mine, and
said, "Oh, God, your hand feels so much better than mine or
Can..., er, anyone else's has ever felt." As my finger once
again moved across her little pleasure button, she moaned,
"Oooohh, Joe, it's so much better when you do it."
Barbie's slip of the tongue put my imagination into overdrive.
I envisioned her and my daughter Candy in bed together, both
naked, hands delving into and stroking the other's pussy. I
could picture them, young nymphs in full nubile bloom, moaning
and working their hips in frantic motions as they orgasmed
together. Imagining Barbie masturbating was erotic enough, but
thinking of Candy with a hand between her legs, completely
naked and panting with pleasure, drove my lust up even higher
than it was.
Barbie's moans of pleasure pulled my thoughts back to her. I
recognized from her sounds and the way she was squirming her
hips that if I continued my attentions to her clitoris she
would soon crash into another orgasm. I did, indeed, want to
give her another orgasm before I finally penetrated her pussy
with my cock, but I had another way in mind, a way that would
bring her far more pleasure than my finger could provide. To
avoid her cresting into a orgasm right then and there, I moved
my finger lower into her wet furrow.
Moving into the wide portion of Barbie's spread labial lips, my
finger sought out the barely hidden opening to her inner
recesses I had seen before. My search ended quickly, and I
slowly and gently insinuated my finger into the snug, soft hole
of her womanhood. Barbie breathed in deeply and stiffened her
body slightly as my finger worked its way into the hot recesses
of her body. When my finger was fully inserted into her pussy,
she let out her breath and relaxed. God, but she was tight.
The walls of her sheath clasped around my finger and held it
within the hot, moist confines of her vaginal cavity. I
thought about the pleasure that tight flesh would provide my
cock when I at last penetrated her, and it throbbed and
pulsated in anticipation.
As Barbie relaxed, her grip on my finger loosened, and I was
able to stroke it in and out of her. I joined that finger with
another, and was soon giving her a diminutive preview of what
she could expect when my cock was performing such action. Con-
tinuing my finger-fucking of Barbie's pussy, I stroked her
breasts, rubbing her nipples between my thumb and forefinger
and gently kneading the soft, white mounds. Responding to such
action, Barbie started thrusting her hips up to my hand,
pushing her wet flesh up to meet each of the thrusts I made
with my fingers. "Ummnnnn, that's so nice. Why does it feel
so good now, when it hurt so much when I was fifteen?"
"Because you're ready for it now. Your body's aroused and
ready for loving. It wasn't before."
"Oh, boy, is it EVER ready." She pushed her hips up hard
against my hand and said, "Oh, God, Joe, I feel like I'm going
to come again." Wrapping an arm around my shoulders, she
grasped me hard. "Joe, do it to me now. I want you inside me
when I come." She took one her hands and wrapped it around my
cock, saying, "Put this inside me, Joe. God, Joe, I'm so
ready. Fuck me now. Fuck me and teach me how to fuck."
Pulling my fingers from out of Barbie's pussy, I sat up beside
her and stroked her belly with soft touches. She still had her
hand wrapped around my cock and squeezed it, matching her
squeezes to my strokes of her stomach. I dipped a finger into
her crease and said, "Don't worry, I'm going to fuck you."
Grinning, I said, "Boy, am I EVER going to fuck you. I'm going
to fuck your brains out, little girl."
Barbie hunched her hips up against my hand and said, "Now. Do
it now."
"I will in just a little while. I'm having a hard time
waiting, myself. Remember, though, you asked me to be your
teacher, and I've got something else to teach you before that."
"What's that?"
"Barbie, did you and Candy eat each other?"
Barbie's eyes got real wide and she said, "Oh, no! We're not
lesbians. All we did was--all we've done is what you just did
to me. All we did was use our fingers on each other. It feels
so much better when someone else does it for you." She
suddenly realized the full import of my question and said, "Are
YOU going to eat me? Oh, God, Joe, ARE you going to eat me?"
"Would you like for me to?"
"Yes! Oh, God, yes! I've heard girls talk about how marvelous
it is when their boyfriends eat them, and I hoped it would
happen to me someday."
"How `bout right now?" I asked.
Barbie closed her eyes and, with a moan in her voice, answered,
"Ohhh...yes...now...please...right now."
I got off the bed and knelt between her wide-spread legs draped
off the side of the bed, and putting my hands under her
buttocks, I pulled her toward me until her hips were right at
the edge and her sexual core available to my now almost
drooling mouth. With my hands still under the soft little
globes of her ass, I lifted Barbie's wide-spread pussy up to my
face. Her labia were fat and puffy with arousal and the
channel between them was wet with the flow of sexual lubrica-
tion that arousal caused. I had almost forgotten how the aroma
of a woman in heat aroused me, and the scent wafting upward
from the completely open pit of Barbie's sexuality made me even
hungrier to feast on her soft, wet flesh.
Succumbing to the aphrodisial effect of that sight and aroma,
I lowered my face and buried my mouth in Barbie's wet flesh.
The taste of her young, hot vagina was every bit as good as I
had imagined, and I opened my mouth wide, tongue extended, and
tried to lick up all the marvelous, aromatic nectar that had
oozed out and coated the pink, soft flesh. Using the broad,
flat side of my tongue, I stroked the full length of her
furrow, from the very bottom all the way up to her clitoris.
As it moved softly over the surface of the little sexual bump,
she gasped and jerked her hips. Putting both hands down to my
head, she twisted her fingers into my hair and murmured, "Ohhhh
...oooooohhhhh...Joe...Oh, God, Joe."
I continued to lave her clitoris with soft tongue strokes until
her hips started squirming and moving up and down in response.
As her hips moved in stronger and stronger thrusts, she
muttered, "Uhhh...uhhh...uhhh," matching her pleasure sounds
with each of her thrusts. From her motions and sounds of
pleasure, it was obvious she was climbing higher and higher,
nearing the very edge of orgasm. I wanted to prolong her
pleasure, though. I wanted to stretch it out to where her
orgasm, when it finally came, would rack her whole body and be
one she remembered for a long time.
In order to assure this, I abandoned her clitoris and moved my
mouth down to the opening into her inner recesses, the opening
that led into the hot, wet inside of her pussy. Making a
little cone of my tongue, I probed its tip into Barbie's
channel, delving into it with fluttery motions. She twisted my
hair in her fingers and pushed her hips up even higher, seeking
my tongue, seeking to get more and more of it into her hot
vortex. With mouth pressed hard against her wet channel, I
extended my tongue as far as it would go, circling it around
and around, stroking it across the walls of her sheath. She
spread her thighs to the utmost extension possible and hunched
her pussy up against my mouth, moaning from the pleasure she
was experiencing.
I knew she had another erogenous point that I hadn't yet
explored, so I pulled my tongue from out the hot confines of
her channel and moved it lower. Lifting her now completely
spread buttocks upward, I moved the tip of my tongue into the
cleft between them, searching for that final aperture, that
point of pleasure I hadn't yet attended to. Almost immediate-
ly, my search was rewarded. Her little, tightly crinkled anus
came under the tip of my tongue and I stroked it gently, making
oral love to her little rosebud. She gasped as I made contact
with her nethermost opening, and almost shouting, moaned out,
"Oh, God, Joe! I didn't know about this. Oh, Joe, Joe,
Joe...."
I circled Barbie's little flower with my tongue, wetting the
whole inside of her ass cheeks. Her buttocks and thighs
trembled as I rimmed her, and I could hear soft moans of
pleasure from above me. "Oh, God, nobody's ever talked about
this. I didn't know so much pleasure could come from THERE,"
she whispered softly. Using just the tip of my tongue, I
probed into the wrinkled aperture, pushing it slightly inside.
She pushed her buttocks against my exploring tongue, and
muttered, "Ummnnn...oohhhh...good...so goood."
Relinquishing my progress into her tight nether opening, I
moved my tongue onto that small, uncreased area between her
anus and the beginning of her labia. Using just fluttery
motions, I stroked my tongue across that little patch of flesh.
She jerked and squirmed as I tongued her there, moaning in
response to my oral touches of what was one of her most
erogenous areas.
Having traversed the full range of her nether zones, I returned
my attentions to her vagina. Rolling my tongue into a tube, I
plunged into her now completely flooded sheath and stroked it
in and out, using it like a miniature cock to fuck her slick
pussy. She took her hands from my head and lifted herself up
on her elbows. Using them for leverage, she started thrusting
her hips against my tongue, returning my thrusts with her own.
She whispered, "Oh, yes, push it in and pull it out. Yes, just
like that. Ohhh, yesss, do it. Fuck me...fuck me with your
tongue."
Barbie's thrusts became faster and her breathing turned into
pants. She was climbing higher and higher up the ladder of
lust and was on the very edge of another orgasm. I pulled my
tongue out of her tunnel and moved my mouth up to where it was
over her clitoris. Opening my mouth wide, I put it over her
swollen organ and drew it into my mouth. Applying suction, I
nibbled on her nubbin and stroked my tongue over and over its
surface. Barbie sat up completely then and moved until only
the cheeks of her buttocks were still on the bed. Reaching
down, she put her hands on the back of my head and pulled my
face completely into her wet pussy, burying my head between her
thighs.
Barbie wrapped her legs around my torso and her hips went into
an overdrive of motion, jerking and thrusting against my mouth.
Still keeping one of her hands on the back of my head, she used
the other to beat against my back with soft little blows.
Each time she thrust against me, her hips left the bed,
straining themselves up against my ravaging mouth. I lifted
her buttocks up even higher and moved two fingers into her
pussy, thrusting them in and pulling them out in time with the
strokes of my tongue across her clitoris. Barbie's moans
became inarticulate, and she cried out in pleasure. Among her
moans and sighs, she finally managed to say, "Oh, God, I'm
coming. Coming... coming...COMMMMIIINNNNNGGGG!"
Falling away from me, Barbie fell back onto the bed. Her hips
continued thrusting against my mouth and her thighs clamped
around my ears, holding me in place. Slowly, though, she
decreased the motion of her hips and after about two minutes
relaxed the grip of her thighs. As I moved my hands from under
her buttocks and lowered her hips back to the bed, she lay
completely still, breathing hard, and looking at me with a
wonder-struck expression on her face. I stood up and once
again sat down on the bed beside her. Not saying a word, I put
a hand on her head and gently stroked her hair. Barbie broke
the silence, whispering, "God, Joe. I can hardly talk about
it. That was so good I don't have the right kind of words to
do it justice. Thank you. Thank you for doing that to me.
Thank you for making it so good for me."
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