Loving Lauren

                      by Tempest

STANDARD DISCLAIMER: The material herein is fictional and is intended as ADULT entertainment. It contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. It contains themes of incest and underage sexual activities. If you are offended by (or it is illegal for you to read) sexually explicit content or language, please DO NOT read any further. All characters in the story are fictitious; any similarity to any persons, places, individuals or situations is purely coincidental. The author does not necessarily condone nor endorse any of the activities described in this story.
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Mf 14, Mf 16, MF, 1st, ped, oral, heavy petting, romantic, a little slow.

Brian and Lauren spend the day in bed in a hotel room reminiscing about how they met and fell in love when she was fourteen and he was thirty-one.

Word Count: 14,262

Published: April 07 2019

There was a soft knock on the hotel room door. I opened it, and Lauren was standing there smiling, her pale-blue eyes twinkling. Neither of us spoke but as soon as she was inside the room and the door was closed; she flung her arms around me, and we kissed for a good two minutes.

"God, I've missed you, Brian," she said at last.

"I've missed you too my sweet girl," I replied with all honesty.

We quickly got undressed and into bed. I had my arm around her and was gently squeezing her breasts as she stroked my cock. We kissed.

Lauren squeezed my cock and said, "You know, Brian, phone sex is great, but I've gotta have this inside me, and I mean now. I've been getting wet on my way over here."

I shuffled down the bed and sat on my heels between Lauren's open legs. Grasping the shaft of my cock, I swiped its head up and down Lauren's wet cleft a few times then entered her. I never tire of the way her pussy envelops my cock in its hot, wet embrace. Even though we've had sex dozens of times, Lauren's pussy is still tight.

"Gawd, that feels so good, Brian," Lauren murmured. "I've missed having sex with you."

I knew I wouldn't last long as I'd been looking forward to this moment for almost thirteen months, but I wanted my sixteen-year-old lover to cum first. She put her long slender legs around my waist and locked her heels at the small of my back. As I started thrusting in and out of her snug vagina, Lauren used her feet to pull me in deep. After just five minutes of making love to her, Lauren climaxed. She snorted as she inhaled sharply and began to pant as her orgasm took hold. I was buried deep inside with my hands holding two exquisite, very firm buttocks. As Lauren's orgasm peaked, I began short, sharp thrusts and, within a minute, I felt that warm glow spread throughout my groin.

"Gawd, Lauren," I cried out as I felt my cock swell and the first load of cum burned up my shaft and spurted inside Lauren's vagina. Spurt after spurt after spurt flooded her pussy with my hot teeming fluid. I was done too soon, and I lay on top of her pressing her body into the mattress. I pulled out of her and rolled to her side. She snuggled up to me with her leg over mine, her hot, wet pussy pressed against my thigh and her hand across my chest. We lay there not speaking for ten minutes, enjoying each other's company and luxuriating in our post-orgasmic glows.

"How long can you stay, sweetheart?" I asked.

"I'm playing hooky from school for the day."

"Good, so we can stay in bed and make love," I said. "How's the car running?"

"It's great, Brian and I can't thank you enough for sending me the money to buy it. Mom said she couldn't afford to buy me one when I passed my driver's test, but I know that's not true. I don't hate her for what she did, but I don't like her."

"You're welcome, sweetie. I'm so sorry I couldn't visit before you turned sixteen and bought the car because I knew Cassandra wouldn't let me see you. With you living in California and me in Georgia, it's just not possible to see each other more often. I've thought about moving near you, but as I said, your mother would never allow me near you."

"I know, Brian, and it makes me sad at times. The intimate selfies help a little. I thought I was in love with your mother, but I found out it wasn't love. I don't ever regret meeting her since I would never have been able to meet and fall in love with you."


The first time I went on a date with Cassandra, there was immediate electricity between us. Cassandra was outgoing, talkative, animated. Whenever we were with friends or colleagues, she was always the center of attention. She could light up a room as soon as she walked through the door. After three dates, I was smitten with her, because she had an opposite personality to mine. And on that third date, the sexual energy that had been building between us came to a head, and we both knew that before the evening was over, we would be in bed and we were. The sex was amazing. It seemed as if our bodies were made for each other and when Cassandra had her third orgasm with my cock buried deep inside her, it sealed my fate. I was in love—or so I thought at the time.

Six months after Cassandra moved in with me, I realized I had made a mistake giving in to her suggestion. What I thought was love was nothing more than intense sexual attraction. I was the epitome of the guy who let their little head do the thinking for them. But the one good thing about my relationship with Cassandra—apart from the incredible sex, that is—was her fourteen-year-old daughter, Lauren.


"I remember the first time I met you. You were so shy, and I thought that you were so sweet and the most amazing and beautiful girl I had ever met."

"I remember it too. I think it was the second time you and Mom dated, and you picked her up. I thought you were so handsome and I loved the way you spoke to me as if I was an adult. You had no way of knowing but my panties got damp after you shook my hand."

"They did? At first, I didn't quite know what to make of you. You were so shy, yet I saw the way you looked at me when you didn't think I was watching you."

"I'll tell you something that I've not shared with you before. After a few months of getting to know you, I was determined to have sex with you."

"You were? I didn't know that. I knew you liked me, and as time went by and I realized I didn't love Cassandra, I was slowly falling in love with you."

"I think I knew I was falling in love with you the first time we kissed."

"Ah, that kiss. It wasn't a real kiss since our lips barely brushed," I said.

"I know. I hadn't intended to kiss you on your lips, but it just happened, and you wouldn't believe the bolt of electricity that struck me."

"That was how I felt too."


Lauren was a beautiful child with a sweet disposition. The first time I met her, she seemed very shy—barely looking into my eyes for more than a few seconds before demurely looking down. I tried to put her at ease by talking to her; asking her questions, but she wasn't the talkative type. I think it was her mother's outgoing personality that overshadowed Lauren and repressed hers.

But slowly, over the course of a couple of months, it seemed as if I gained her confidence. I was home all the time since I was a freelance technical illustrator, and as Cassandra traveled a lot on business and would be gone for most of the week, it was up to me to make sure Lauren got fed, got ready for school and attend her after-school activities. She was on the soccer team, and it seemed as if I was the only male parent and the only one not driving a minivan.

I didn't care. I was enjoying Lauren's company. The more I got to know her, the more I liked her, and I became attracted to her in a way that I hadn't been attracted to another female before. Knowing that nothing but pain and heartache would come from a relationship with a fourteen-year-old girl, I made sure she didn't see it, and I made no moves to let her know I was interested. The last thing I wanted was for Cassandra to find out that I had this desire for her daughter, for inevitably that would lead to Cassandra moving out and taking Lauren with her, and I didn't want that happen.

It seemed as though when Lauren's mother was gone, Lauren came out of her shell, only to retreat when Cassandra returned. Lauren was a very intelligent girl and got good grades. I think she began looking at me as her surrogate father since she never knew her biological father, and Cassandra would change the subject the few times I asked about him. I finally gave up asking.

Even though Lauren was given to blushing easily, she was finally opening up to me. She took great interest in my work—asking all sorts of questions. I even gave her a small project to work on, and she was a quick learner and had artistic talent. I encouraged her to develop the creative side of her personality. I purchased a set of watercolor paints, brushes, and paper and turned her loose. She was a little clumsy at first since painting with watercolors is unforgiving, unlike oils where a mistake could be covered up.

The more she painted, the better she got. After a few months, she was producing some beautiful work. Without her knowledge, I took one of her paintings, had it framed and showed it to a friend who owned an art gallery. He insisted he be allowed to display it, and a week later he called me and asked if he could sell it to a client who wanted to purchase it. I told Lauren what I had done and asked her if she was okay with my friend selling it. She agreed, but when I gave her the six hundred dollars from the sale, she was over the moon. It caused a watershed moment in our relationship.

I had never seen her so excited and animated. Then she surprised me when she flung her arms around my neck and brushed my lips with hers, I felt a bolt of electricity hit me. I think she sensed something had changed in our relationship because she became serious, let go of my neck, blushed and looked down. It was the first intimate contact between us, and it excited me. It seemed as if that initial contact had broken a dam inside her.


"It was real alright," Lauren said. "That was the defining moment when I knew we were going to be lovers."

"It was a watershed moment for me too, baby. I noticed the way you flirted with me. The touches; the accidental brushes of your body against mine. I remember us watching some sitcom on television when you made the first what I would call an intimate moment."

"It was The Big Bang Theory," Lauren said.

"What was?"

"The sitcom. It was called The Big Bang Theory."


Over the next few days, every time I looked at Lauren she blushed a little. I think she could sense that there had been a shift in our relationship. Then there were little things that Lauren did that reinforced my suspicion that she knew things had changed between us and that she seemed to be enjoying our new relationship and it thrilled me. If I was sitting at the large kitchen island reading a newspaper, she would rest her hand on my shoulder as she leaned in to read an article that I had pointed out to her.

Lauren began kissing my cheek when she said goodnight, blushing sweetly as she did so. She took every opportunity to sit next to me. Then a few days after she had kissed me, we were sitting on the sofa side by side watching some sitcom. I hated sitcoms with their canned laughter, but Lauren liked them, so I indulged her rather than heading for the master suite where there was a television. In any case, I liked being around her. I don't know if it was her youth that attracted me or just her sweet personality, but I knew that I really, really liked Lauren.

I cooked a roast for dinner that evening with roasted potatoes and green beans, and afterward, Lauren helped me carry the dishes to the kitchen and load the dishwasher. On a couple of occasions, we met coming and going and had that awkward maneuver where we both moved in the same direction to pass each other, Lauren carrying dirty dishes and me returning for more.

"Sorry," she said shyly. She blushed a little as her arm brushed mine as we passed. Accidentally or not, I didn't know, but I was enjoying it nonetheless.

We were about halfway through watching The Big Bang Theory, when Lauren put both arms around my arm. She lay her head on my shoulder, her long blonde ponytail draped over my chest. It was the first intimate contact between us that Lauren had initiated. I didn't say anything but just kissed the crown of her head. I could smell her shampoo and her unique little girl odor, although she was not a little girl anymore. She was at that point where she was on the cusp of womanhood, and it showed. Even though her waist was small, there was a definite flare to her narrow hips, and the twin swells of her still small breasts inside her tops thrilled me.

"This is nice, Brian," she murmured as she squeezed my arm.

"Yes, it is isn't it, sweetheart," I replied.

I couldn't see but was sure Lauren was blushing a little. Her shy smiles and little blushes were so sweet. She wouldn't get beet red, just a tinge of red across her neck and cheeks and she would look down as she blushed. When it was time to go to bed, Lauren turned her head toward mine and looked into my eyes. I could see her pale-blue eyes twinkling with a flush of excitement, and her lips were parted. Her heart rate seemed to tick up a notch.


"And that kiss," Lauren said. "I knew I was starting to fall in love with you when our lips brushed for the first time, but that kiss on the sofa was confirmation that I was in love with you."

"Yes, that kiss," I replied. "I had been struggling with my desire for you. I knew if I let you know how I felt about you, I would be treading on thin ice. If your mother ever found out, she would move out and take you with her, and I couldn't bear that."

"You didn't know how much I was willing you to kiss me. My nipples were tingling like crazy, and I had a soft throbbing in my pussy. You wouldn't believe how damp my panties were."

"It was that look in your pale-blue eyes and your lush lips that did it."


It seemed as if time stood still. I had deliberately not initiated anything with Lauren, but the look in her eyes and her lush lips just begged to be kissed. I made a huge effort to not let our relationship get to this moment, but I wanted to kiss her so badly. The draw of attraction, the unfolding of a hunger for something so forbidden was too powerful to resist.

The look of excitement in her pale-blue eyes as she realized that we were about to cross a threshold, overran my defenses. I took my thumb and forefinger and titled her head up by her chin. I felt a distinctive shiver of excitement and with mounting anticipation I planted a small kiss on Lauren's luscious lips.

The effect was dramatic. Lauren turned and put her hand on the back of my neck and kissed me hard. Her tongue pushed urgently at my lips and as I opened my mouth our kiss deepened. She pressed her lips against mine, and our tongues flirted. First in my mouth then, as she withdrew her tongue—inviting me to follow, in hers.

I had French kissed many, many times, but with Lauren it was different. Better. More satisfying. We kissed for a full minute, then Lauren broke away, panting hard. She looked at me with pale-blue eyes and blushed a little. I thought it so cute.

"I think I'm going to enjoy kissing you, Brian," she said.

"You have the sweetest, softest lips, and I love kissing them," I replied.


"That was the best kiss I had ever had, Brian. It was incredible to feel your lips on mine. Something happened inside of me, and I had to kiss you back."

"You certainly did, Lauren. I remember it changed everything. I wanted to touch you, hold you, kiss you. I wanted YOU."

"Yes, it changed everything for me too."


That kiss changed everything. I couldn't get enough of Lauren. I took every opportunity to touch her—not intimately—just a touch on her arm or her shoulder. I loved to stand behind her and watch her paint. I would bend and plant a little kiss in the crown of her head or the nape of her neck or a bare shoulder. She would giggle softly.

I noticed a change in Lauren's attitude when Cassandra was home. Cassandra would need my full attention and was never shy of demonstrating her sexual needs even when Lauren was present. Grabbing my cock through my pants or pressing her braless breasts inside her tops against my arm or my side. I would glance over at Lauren, and she would have a sad look on her face. Whenever Cassandra wasn't in the room, I would give Lauren a quick kiss and tell her I missed being near her. She would give me one of her shy smiles.

I was thoroughly enjoying Lauren's seduction and seduction it was, although she probably didn't look on it that way. She was enjoying her new-found sexuality and the effect it had on me. I found her extremely desirable, and I let her know in subtle ways. I would brush her bare arm with the back of my fingers watching goosebumps of pleasure form. I took to putting my arm around her shoulders as we sat watching television. Lauren's favorite thing to do was to hold my arm with both of hers, wrapping herself around it, hugging it tightly.

And of course, there were the kisses. After the full-on French kiss, it was open season on me. Lauren would come up behind me while I was preparing dinner or packing her school lunch, put her arms around me and kiss whatever part of bare skin she could find which was usually my neck or shoulder since she was only a couple of inches short of my five eight. Her height is why the soccer coach put her in goal, and she didn't let many balls get by her.


"There was another turning point in our relationship. Do you remember what it was, Lauren?"

"I do. I still can't believe I did that. I think it was the movie that put me in the mood."

"You certainly surprised me. I never expected you to do that because you were so shy."

"I surprised myself. I don't know if you noticed, but I was trembling a little."

"I did notice. You were so sweet when you commented on the size of them."

"Well, they weren't very big."

"They were big enough for me."


Then there was another watershed moment. We were sitting side by side on the sofa watching a movie. In the movie, a teenage boy and girl were making out, and the boy put his hand over the girl's breast. Lauren, who was hugging my arm, as usual, released her hold and took my hand and placed it over her left breast and pressed. The effect was electrifying. To feel a young girl's budding breast—more than a bud but not yet a fully developed tit—was one of the most amazing feelings I'd ever experienced. Okay, I've dated women with the same size breasts and felt them, but Lauren's were different. I don't know if it was because they belonged to a fourteen-year-old girl so innocent, or because they were still growing.

I had seen the twin swells of Lauren's breasts inside her tops, and I knew she wore a size 30A bra since I was the one who did the weekly wash. They were usually simple plain white cotton with no support—not that a fourteen-year-old with still developing breasts needed any kind of support. But what got my cock to twitch and begin to fatten was how firm, yet how soft they felt. I couldn't see her face, but I knew she was blushing.

I gently squeezed her breast and murmured, "Hmm, that feels really, really good, Lauren."

"They're not very big," she replied.

"Because they're yours, they're the perfect size," I told her. She pressed my hand in acknowledgment.

We sat like that watching the movie, with my hand cupping one of Lauren's exquisite breasts and her hand over mine gently pressing it. My cock was at full attention inside my pants thankfully loose enough to not constrict it too much, but tight enough that the bulge was evident. I saw Lauren look at it from time to time. When the movie ended, Lauren let go of my hand, and stood up; she bent over and kissed me on my lips. "Goodnight, Brian," she said.

"Night, Lauren and thank you," I replied, "you've got wonderful tits."

In her inimitable style, she blushed, looked down and said softly, "You can touch them any time you want."


"After that, I don't think you could keep your hands off my tits," Lauren giggled as she kissed me. The sunlight was streaming through the hotel window falling on Lauren's hair making it look like spun gold.

"God, no. I adored your tits. I still do, for that matter. I was thrilled at how firm they were." I squeezed them. "And they're still firm and perfect."

"I hope they stay that way after I've breastfed our baby."

That was the first time that Lauren had ever mentioned having a baby. It thrilled me contemplating our future together. I kissed her.

"Your eighteenth birthday can't come soon enough for me, Lauren. You want to come back to Georgia or for me to move out here?"

"I want to go back to live with you, Brian," Lauren said. "Your house has so many good memories for me."

"Me too honey."


I loved feeling and squeezing Lauren's tits. If she was sitting at the kitchen island doing her homework, I would come up behind her, put my arms around her and cup her breasts. One morning, she was sitting at the island eating a bowl of cereal. As I cupped her breasts through the thin cotton of her nightshirt, I felt her nipples harden in the palms of my hands as I gently squeezed her breasts. It was an incredible feeling to be holding her firm breasts in my hands.

"God, I love your tits, Lauren," I said. "They're so firm, and they fit the palms of my hands perfectly."

Lauren turned her head and kissed me. "I love it when you play with them," she replied.

And so began another level of delicious intimacy between us.


"I absolutely adored feeling your tits, Lauren."

Lauren went quiet for a few moments. I kissed her and felt a little wetness on her cheeks.

"What is it, sweetie?"

I just remembered that weekend. Mom came home on Friday, and we all went out to dinner, and back at the house, I overheard her telling you that she wanted you to do. I was so jealous of her."

"I know, honey. I wished you hadn't heard that."

"It was so sweet of you to come to my bedroom later on."

"It was the least I could do, honey."

"You remember what you said as you sat on my bed?"

"Ah, yes, I remember it well."


Even though Lauren was not my daughter, I was immensely proud of her and told her so as many times as I could. As spring gave way to early summer, it was time to prep the in-ground pool for the season. Friday night came, and Cassandra was as horny as I'd ever seen her. She was just back from a ten-day trip to San Francisco the day before and insisted we all go out to dinner.

As usual, Cassandra was the center of attention and made Lauren and me sit through tales of all of the sales she had racked up. Lauren sat to Cassandra's left, and I made sure I looked at her as much as I did at Cassandra. At one point, I felt a small foot touch my knee and Lauren gave me one of her shy smiles. As the evening wore on, I found myself slowly falling in love with Lauren, and I couldn't imagine life without her. I could, however, easily imagine life without Cassandra. Unfortunately, at the moment, their two lives were inextricably linked.

The situation with Lauren was made even more uncomfortable when, at nine-thirty, Cassandra announced within earshot of her daughter, "I want you to fuck my brains out tonight, Brian."

I cried inside for Lauren as I saw her visibly flinch when Cassandra said that. Sex with Cassandra that night was, of course, incredible, but it wasn't Cassandra I was fucking—it was Lauren who I was making love to. When Cassandra finally fell asleep after cumming three times, I slipped out of bed put on my boxers and went upstairs to Lauren's bedroom. She was lying in bed crying softly. I sat on the edge of her bed and brushed her hair behind her ears. I leaned down and kissed her soft lips.

"I love you, Lauren and no one else."

She flung her arms around my neck and said, "I love you too, Brian. It should have been me you made love to tonight."

"I know, honey, I know. I don't love Cassandra—I don't think I ever did. But if she had never moved in with me, I would never have met and fallen in love with you."

I kissed Lauren goodnight and went back to the master bedroom. Thankfully Cassandra was still fast asleep.


"You remember the start of summer? I was so excited when you got the pool ready. I knew what I was going to do to try and get you to do more things with me. I've never told you this, but that day you took me to the mall, and I told you to go get a cup of coffee while I shopped, I went and got that tiny bikini."

"Ah, that bikini. I loved that bikini and I sort of figured you got it because I'm sure your mother would never have let you buy something so revealing."

"God, no. Even though she wore that tiny yellow thing that weekend with the bottoms that were no more than a thong, she would never let me buy a two-piece."

I remembered that weekend, in great detail.


Saturday morning came. I was up before Cassandra and put on a pair of cargo shorts. After the coffee maker was finished, I poured a mug, added some milk and headed out to the pool. I was sitting at the large round teak table under an equally large, octagonal brown canvas umbrella reading a magazine when Lauren came outside carrying a glass of pink grapefruit juice. She was wearing a sky-blue, one-piece swimsuit. The first thing I noticed was the pronounced cameltoe in the crotch and then her large mons welling up from her stomach between two bony hips.

I had never seen Lauren in a swimsuit before, and my cock Immediately began to swell as I admired her sexy body. I was glad I wore the loose shorts since they served to keep it hidden. If Cassandra weren't here, I would have worn my Speedos. Lauren was still developing, but the small swells of her breasts, her slim waist that flared out nicely into still narrow but well defined hips told me she was going to have a gorgeous body when she fully matured. The sight of her plump vulva squashed in the small gap between her slender thighs caused my cock to twitch. Its shape was accentuated by the tight swimsuit leg elastic digging in at the sides.

"I love that swimsuit, Lauren. It shows off your sexy body."

Lauren characteristically blushed a little and whispered, "Thanks, Brian."

Lauren sat at the table next to me with her feet on my knees. With her legs closed the sexy cameltoe was hidden from my view. She quietly sipped her juice and looked at me with her gorgeous pale-blue eyes.

"I love you," she mouthed.

"I love you too," I mouthed back.

Cassandra came walking out of the house wearing a ridiculously tiny bikini. The top was just small triangles of red cloth that only covered her nipples and areolas. The bottoms were just another red triangle of material that barely covered her plump mons. It was supposed to make her look sexy. But Lauren, in a modest one-piece, was infinitely more sexy from my point of view than Cassandra. Maybe it was because I had seen Cassandra's naked body and I was yet to see Lauren's? Or perhaps it was because I was in love with Lauren and not with Cassandra? I didn't care.

Cassandra came over and kissed me on my lips. She said, "Morning, babe. Gawd you were good last night. Three orgasms! Three! That's why I moved in with you, you stud you."

I could see Lauren shifting uncomfortably in her chair. I replied, "Cassandra, do you really think that's an appropriate thing to say in front of your daughter?"

Cassandra waved off my chastisement and said, "Lauren knows all about orgasms. I've heard her moaning in her room."

"Yes, I'm sure she does, Cassandra, but please tone it down."

"What side of the bed did you get out of this morning, grouch?"

"I'm not grouchy, Cassandra. I just don't think you should be embarrassing Lauren like that."

"I'll decide what embarrasses my daughter if you don't mind, Brian," Cassandra said indignantly. "I come home after an exhausting trip, and the last thing I want to do is get into an argument with you."

"Whatever," I said.

Lauren got up and went back in the house.

"Now look what you've done, Brian."

I didn't say anything.

The rest of the day was spent in silence. I cooked spaghetti Bolognese for dinner, and Cassandra went to bed early. I sat on the sofa with Lauren a short distance away.

"I'm sorry for today, Lauren." I said.

"Wasn't your fault, Brian. In any case, Mom's leaving on Sunday afternoon and since school's out for summer, we'll have the place to ourselves."

At nine-thirty, Lauren stood up and bent over and kissed me on my lips. "I love you very much, Brian. Goodnight."

"I love you too, sweetie, can't wait for tomorrow afternoon to arrive."

Fifteen minutes later, I went upstairs to sleep in one of the guest bedrooms. I looked in on Lauren as I passed her room. She was lying on her back with her head turned away from me with her hand under the covers. She was moaning as she masturbated. I couldn't resist going into her room to witness something as sensual as a young girl pleasuring herself. I stood and watched and listened as Lauren brought herself to orgasm. Her body trembled, and she was breathing hard.

When she finally calmed, I leaned down and kissed her on her lips and said, "Thank you, Lauren. That was incredible to watch."

She jumped and opened her eyes as I spoke. A blush appeared across her face. She smiled at me with her gorgeous pale-blue eyes.

"I was thinking of you . . . you know . . . while I was doing it," she said.

"And I'll be thinking of you when I do it in bed tonight," I replied.

"You're not sleeping with Mom?"

"Not tonight, I'm taking one of the guest rooms."

"Can I . . . ?"

I cut her off; I knew what she was about to ask. I replied, "No, Lauren, it's too dangerous. If Cassandra woke up and found me gone, she would come looking for me. If she found you in my room, it would be game over."

"I guess you're right. But can I get a real kiss before you go?"

"Of course, sweetie." I leaned in, took her head in my hands and kissed her soft lips. "I love you and only you, Lauren."

"I love you too, Brian."


"I remember that Sunday, Brian. It was obvious that relations between you and Mom were strained, and in one way I was glad, but I worried that if things escalated Mom would leave you and I would never see you again. I remember asking you if you had visitation rights if you and Mom separated. You told me that you and Mom weren't even married and I wasn't your stepdaughter, so you had no rights. I remember that it saddened me since you had been like a father to me. You took me to all my soccer games and attended the PTA meetings, and did all the things that a mother would do."

"I did look on you as my daughter, that is until you started pursuing me."

"Was it that obvious?"

"It was that Sunday after your mother left on her business trip."

Lauren blushed and said, "Yeah, it was, wasn't it?"


The next morning it was evident that Cassandra was pissed at me for spending the night in one of the guest bedrooms. She never spoke to me the whole day and all I got as she was going out the door at two in the afternoon was, "I'll be gone two weeks, and if I can find someone to take care of my needs I'm going to take it. So I hope you enjoyed your empty bed last night."

That was the first time she actually said she was going to cheat on me, although knowing her sexual needs, and being away from home on business trips for days on end, I wasn't surprised. I had my suspicions that she had been unfaithful before but said nothing since I didn't want to lose Lauren.

Ten minutes after she had driven off to the airport, I was sitting at the large round table by the pool when Lauren appeared. I gasped as I saw her bikini. It wasn't anywhere near as small as the red one Cassandra had worn on Saturday, but it was sexy as Hell. It was a classic string bikini with triangles of lime-green cloth that covered the essential parts of her body. Loops of ties at her thighs connected the material that covered her crotch and her butt. The material covered her mons and vulva and not a lot more. As she turned to show me the back, the material covered her buttocks, but the very top of her butt crack was just visible above the triangular material.

What I thought was very sexy were the triangles of cloth that covered her breasts. There was no form to them—they took their form from her breasts that they covered. The tails of the single bow in the middle that looped around her neck reached her navel.

"God, Lauren," I said, "I love your bikini. It's so much sexier than the one your mom wore."

She gave me one of her soft smiles and with a slight tinge of red on her cheeks said, "You think so?"

"Yes, honey. The one your mother wore was, in my opinion, and I apologize for saying this, slutty. Yours is sexy."

"I'm glad you like it since I picked it out just for you."

"Come and give me a kiss, sweetie."

Lauren walked over. I stood up, and she put her arms around my neck and kissed me. I could feel her firm breasts pressing into my chest as I had the two equally firm buttocks of her stupendous ass in my hands.

"Your ass is a wonder of nature, Lauren. I think it's from all the soccer you play."

Lauren giggled. "You know Susan's dad? He's the very tall guy with a shaved head."

"Yeah, I remember him, why?"

"We were heading to the showers after practice last week, and I heard him say to Patsy's dad, 'Lauren's got a gorgeous ass.' "

I sat back down, and Lauren sat next to me with her feet in my lap. I'm sure she could feel my erection inside my shorts, and I didn't mind in the least. She seemed deep in thought. Then I saw a slight reddening of her cheeks. I wondered what thought had caused it. God, she was so cute, and I was hopelessly in love with her. The thought that caused the blush was verbalized, and it excited me beyond belief.


"Yes, Lauren?"

"You've been fondling my tits for a few weeks now."

"I have, and I've been enjoying every squeeze," I said, waiting with bated breath for what I hoped was coming next.

"Is it okay if I take my top off?"

"I was hoping you were going to say that. Of course, you can, sweetheart."

Lauren tugged at the ends of the bow that tied the bikini bra together. She held the two triangles of cloth to her breasts as the knot fell open. Her cheeks were as red as I'd ever seen them as she slowly moved her hands away and the top dropped to her lap. I gasped loudly as I saw her naked tits for the first time. They were perfect half-lemon sized swells space far apart and high on her chest. The bumps I had been seeing in her tops were her dome-shaped areolas. As she got more aroused at letting me see her naked tits, her areolas darkened and her nipples beaded.

"Good Lord, Lauren. You've got perfectly gorgeous tits."

The redness in her cheeks was starting to fade as she grew accustomed to being topless. I loved the way she was slowly revealing herself to me as she got more confident and her innate shyness faded.

"You want to feel them?" Lauren said, a tinge of redness reappearing.

"Do I ever!" I replied.

She got up, came over and sat sideways on my lap. My cock was pressing into her butt. Lauren trembled as I gently squeezed first one then the other, feeling her hard nipple pressing into the palm of my hand.

I kissed Lauren's neck and said, "Simply perfect, Lauren, simply perfect."

"I'm glad you like them," she said quietly.

"Like them! I absolutely adore them."

"You don't think they're too small?"

I had heard that question before, and I didn't know why she thought that.

"No honey, they're perfect—in fact, I forbid them from getting any larger."

That last comment elicited a fit of giggles, and her tits hardly moved at all.

"Why would you think them too small?"

"Well, most of the girls on the soccer team have bigger tits than me. One girl, Suzy Taylor wears a 34D bra. All the boys ogle her."

"Let me tell you something, Lauren. In my opinion, anything more than a handful is wasted. In any case, I'm sure Suzy Taylor's tits aren't as firm as yours." I squeezed her left breast to drive home my point. "And I bet they sag."

"Yeah, they do sag. She wears a sports bra when we play soccer, but they still move around a lot as she runs. I would think it would hurt."

My cock was rock hard, and she was sitting on it. I leaned down and sucked first one nipple then the other causing small gasps to escape Lauren's lips.

"Mmmmm, that feels really good, Brian," Lauren murmured.

"I think I'm going to enjoy your tits," I said.

As Lauren got more comfortable being topless, she got more loving, coming up and hugging me and asking for kisses. When I went in to start cooking dinner, she went upstairs to shower. When she came back down, she was wearing one of her camisoles. This one was pink with white trim and white spaghetti straps. It barely covered her navel. She wore a pair of Old Navy dark-blue stretch shorts that hugged her stupendous ass and emphasized her long slender legs. She was braless, and I could see the small dome-shaped outline of her areolas with beaded nipples through the thin cotton of her top.

"Wow, Lauren, you look very sexy in these," I said as I patted her bottom. "I love these stretch shorts."

She pirouetted. "Glad you like them. I'm not wearing a bra so you can feel my tits whenever you want to."

I liked her new-found confidence but, at the same time, I sort of missed her sweet shyness. I took her up on her offer as she was removing cutlery from the drawer in the kitchen island. I put my arms around her, slid my hands up under her camisole, and cupped two gorgeous tits and squeezed while nuzzling her neck.

"I love you, Lauren," I said.

She dropped the cutlery back in the drawer, turned and put her arms around my neck and kissed me. She said, "I love you so much, Brian. You make me so happy when you tell me you love me."

That evening, we sat on the sofa with my arm around Lauren's shoulders. She had her arms around my arm as usual but was pressing it into her boob.

At nine-thirty she said, "Brian, can I sleep with you tonight?"

"Of course you can, honey."

I got into bed wearing just my boxers. Lauren had gone upstairs to get undressed. She came into my master bedroom wearing a pair of pajamas she had bought with money that I had given her from the sale of her painting. She got them at Abercrombie and Fitch. They were pale-blue with dark blue piping and were made from some satiny material. The top was short sleeved and buttoned down the front. The bottoms were shorts.

Lauren got into bed and snuggled up to my side. I put my hand on her breast and squeezed gently. I could feel her hard nipple through the top. As we kissed, I slowly unbuttoned the top and slipped my hand inside and cupped her bare breast. Our kisses turned to passionate French kisses. My cock was straining inside my underwear and was leaking precum.

I slid my hand off her breast and down to the waist of her pajama shorts. As I pushed my fingertips inside the elastic waistband, Lauren broke our kiss and put her hand over mine.

"I'm not ready for that yet, Brian," she said. Can we just cuddle?"

"Of course, Lauren. I don't want us to do things that you're not a hundred percent happy with."

"I'm sorry, Brian. I know you were aroused most of the day since I felt your erection. I feel sort of guilty for that and now stopping you from . . . you know . . . "

I nuzzled her neck and kissed her soft lips. "No need to apologize, Lauren. Thank you for letting me enjoy your tits."

"You're so sweet, I'm so glad you came into my life. Please be patient with me."

"Of course I will, my sweetheart."

I spooned Lauren's back, and as soon as I knew she was asleep, I got out of bed and went to the bathroom where I relieved my sexual tension. When my sweet bliss arrived, I don't think I had ever spurted so much cum.


"I remember that Sunday night when I slept with you. I felt really guilty that I had gotten you so aroused by going topless most of the day and didn't let you touch my pussy."

"You really surprised me when you shed your bikini top. I loved your tits, and I love them even more now," I said as I leaned over and sucked Lauren's nipples.

"I know. I hadn't really planned it that way. By the way, I wasn't fully asleep when you got out of bed and went to the bathroom to masturbate. I listened at the bathroom door and heard you call out my name as you orgasmed."

"You had me hard all afternoon and evening. You wouldn't believe how much cum I spurted."

"I remember the first time you saw and touched my pussy. Now that time I did plan it."

"I'll never forget that day. I think it was when Cassandra was away on a ten-day trip."


Lauren was her new normal topless at the pool on a warm July afternoon. Cassandra had left the day before on a ten-day business trip to California. I never tired of looking at Lauren's gorgeous tits or her stupendous ass. She thrilled me as no other female had done and the fact that she loved me was icing on the cake. It was getting close to four-thirty, and Lauren had been swimming as I sat reading a book under the large umbrella shaded from the fierce Georgia sun. There wasn't a cloud in the blue sky as I looked up and saw Lauren getting out of the pool holding something high in the air.

"Look what I found, Brian," she said.

At first, I thought it was an item of clothing that had gotten sucked into one of the scuppers. Then I saw the tinge of red on Lauren's cheeks, and I looked down. It was an item of clothing alright—it was the bottoms of her bikini. On full display was the most gorgeous pussy I had ever seen. Swelling up from her stomach, the vee-shaped pad of her mons was lush, covered with a dusting of fine blonde hairs. I could see her vulva squashed between slender legs, the creases where it joined her thighs accentuated its plumpness. The cleft formed by soft outer labia was filled with her long, thin inner labia, from the folds of her clitoral hood at the top to the indentation at the bottom—the entrance to her vagina, the stairway to paradise on earth. Lauren walked over to where I was sitting.

A soft, shy smile slowly emerged as she saw the bulge rapidly forming inside my shorts. She said, "I finally got up enough courage to let you see me naked. I hope you like what you see."

"Like!? LIKE!!?? Shoot, Lauren you're gorgeous," I replied with my eyes glued to her pussy. "Turn around. I want to see your perfect ass."

Lauren turned, and I almost shot my load inside my underwear as I saw her naked ass. Lauren's butt was a wonderment of nature; the alluring gap at the juncture of her slender thighs enticing; the small creases under her firm buttocks sexy as Hell. I could make out the tight slit of her plump peach where it merged with the cleft formed by her cheeks. She turned back around.

"I always thought your butt was magnificent, but seeing it naked? I'm speechless!"

Lauren giggled, her shyness gone; the tinge of red on her cheeks fading fast. It was wonderful to watch Lauren discover her sexuality. She knew that she could turn me on and I think that was the part of this whole experience that she was enjoying the most. She had given me so much pleasure, even if it was at the expense of constant erections—some to the point of being painful. I wanted to give her pleasure. The couple of nights she had slept with me, we had only French kissed, and she had let me fondle and kiss her breasts. Now she had crossed a significant hurdle by allowing me to see her naked, perhaps she would now let me touch her pussy.

As usual that evening, Lauren went upstairs to get undressed while I waited in my bed wearing just a pair of boxers. When she came into the bedroom wearing a pink, cotton nightie that came to mid-thigh, she stood there for a few moments. The expression on her face was one of indecision. Then she crossed her arms and grabbed the hem of her nightie and pulled it over her head.

Lauren stood there in just a pair of plain, pink, cotton panties, the gusset of which hugged her plump pussy. Its shape was emphasized by the tight elastic of the leg openings digging deep at the sides. She had that same indecisive look on her face. Then, decision made, she hooked her thumbs in the waistband and tugged them over her narrow hips and let them fall to the floor. She left them there and climbed into bed with me.

"You're so gorgeous, Lauren," I told her.

"Thanks, Brian," Lauren said as she snuggled up to me, put her arm across my chest and kissed me. The third time she kissed me we dropped into a passionate French kiss. I had my hand over her left tit, gently squeezing it and, as my thumb caressed the tip, I felt the puffiness of her areola. A shiver of excitement ran through me. Lauren was kissing me with a passion that I had not felt before. It seemed as if her naked body pressing against me, feeling my hard, hard erection pushing against her tummy was driving her.

I slipped my hand off Lauren's tit and trailed my fingertips across her tummy sending tremors of excitement through her body. As I reached her soft, plump mons, her downy pubes tickled my fingers. I broke our kiss and lowered my head and sucked and teased her nipple with my tongue. I could see that her areola had darkened some more and looked puffier. I treated its twin to the same, tasting her, always amazed at how firm her breast was, so young, no longer a bud yet still to reach full maturity.

As I worked on her breasts, Lauren ran her fingers through my hair. The palm of my hand had rested on her soft, yet prominent mons. I moved my hand lower, extending my forefinger and, as it touched the ruffle of skin—her clitoral hood—a soft gasp escaped her lips. I pressed with the pad of my thumb, feeling the firm bead of her clit beneath, causing an involuntary sharp intake of her breath.

Pressing gently with the pad of my finger, I slowly teased her clit out of its protective cowl. Lauren was breathing hard now. I could feel her hot breath on the back of my neck. Then she started moaning softly. I was assailing her senses with my mouth sucking her nipple and biting it with my lips and my finger working in circles around her clit and pressing it with the pad.

Lauren snorted and let out a series of guttural "uhs" as her orgasm grabbed her and lifted her up in its embrace. Her butt was jerking against my finger, and her body was trembling from her intense orgasm. I lifted my head, and the whole of her upper chest and neck were flushed with her intense arousal. I was reasonably sure it was probably the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced, and I was thrilled that it was me who was giving it to her.

She finally grabbed my hand on her pussy and said, "Stop, Brian, I can't take any more. I feel like I'm going to die."

"Ah, la petite mort," I whispered.

"What's that mean," Lauren asked after she had recovered.

"It's French, and the literal translation is 'the little death' because that's what an orgasm feels like. It feels as if you are about to lose consciousness."

"It sure felt that way. I've never felt anything like that before."

I really wanted to taste Lauren's pussy, to smell it, to eat it. But she had kept her legs tightly closed, so I settled for just kissing her breasts. She turned to her side and pulled my hand over and placed it on her left tit. As she pushed her butt against me, my erection pressed into the cleft of her bottom.

"Oh, sorry, Brian. I've got you hard again."

"That's okay, Lauren."

"No, it's not okay. Why don't you masturbate? I do that when I get horny after letting you see me naked."

I went to get out of bed, but Lauren turned and put her hand on my shoulder. She said, "Why don't you do it in bed." She jumped out of bed and padded to the bathroom. She came back a few minutes later with a washcloth and handed it to me. "There you go, use that to spurt into."

"You going to watch me?" I asked with bated breath.

"Would you mind if I did?" Lauren replied.

"God, no! It would make my orgasm more intense if you did."

Lauren knelt down with her back against a pillow on the headboard. As I pushed my boxers down, I heard a quiet gasp.

"You're really big, Brian," Lauren said.

"Not really, Lauren. I'm just average."

I took my shaft in my fist and started to stroke my cock. I heard Lauren giggle.

"What's so funny, sweetheart?"

"I was just thinking if Mom could see what's going in her bed."

"Don't joke about something like that, Lauren."

"Sorry, Brian, you're right; it's not funny."

I knew it wouldn't take me long to cum since I was so aroused from seeing Lauren's pussy today and bring her to orgasm with my finger. And it didn't. Just a few minutes of stroking my cock and cum exploded out and landed on the washcloth. I happened to glance at Lauren who had her hand over her open mouth, and her beautiful pale-blue eyes were as big as saucers.

"That was amazing," she said. "I've seen it on the internet but seeing it in person is ten times better."

I went to get out of bed to dispose of the washcloth, but Lauren said, "No let me." She picked it up and padded off to the bathroom. I could see her through the gap in the jamb. She brought the washcloth to her nose and sniffed. Then she did something that thrilled me—she put her tongue in the puddle of semen and tasted it. She smiled. After dropping the cloth in the sink, she shut off the bathroom light and got back into bed. I spooned her back with my hand cupping her left tit and my semi-erect cock pressing into the cleft of her butt. I was a happy, happy man and I was soon in the arms of Morpheus.


"I didn't know you saw me taste your cum."

"You don't know how much that thrilled me."

"You know, I thought of letting you do more that night, but I wanted to see you masturbate."

"It didn't take me long to cum because I was so aroused by bringing you to orgasm."

"I know. I thought I would die it was so intense."

I kissed Lauren on her lips. A soft smile slowly manifested itself.

"Making love with you is so much better, more satisfying, more fulfilling than any other woman I've been with."

"Aw, Brian. That's so sweet of you."

Lauren put her hand under the sheet and grasped my cock. "You're hard again," she said.

"It's what you do to me, honey. You've always aroused me so easily."

"I'm glad I can do that," Lauren said as she pushed the sheet down and put her mouth over the head of my cock and began to suck its head and stroke its shaft with a twisting motion.

"God, you give good head. I remember the first time you did that. You were so nervous that you wouldn't do it right, and disappoint me."

"I was really nervous, Brian. I mean I'd never done it before and I'd watched a few videos on the Internet, so I knew the basics. But it's like watching someone ride a bike and then trying to do it by yourself for the first time."


Lauren and I were lying in bed on a Tuesday night. I had just brought her to orgasm again with my finger. She was still was reticent to let me do anything else since she kept her legs closed and to be honest, I was enjoying her coyness, whether it was contrived or not. I think if she had just spread her legs and let me fuck her, it would have spoiled the whole seduction. And to be honest, being seduced by a fourteen-year-old girl is the most incredible feeling in the world.

"Thanks, Brian, that was another good one. I know you want to do more, but I'm enjoying everything we do together."

"That's okay, sweetheart. You set the pace that you're comfortable with."

Lauren was quiet for a short while, and I wondered what she was thinking about. I got my answer a few moments later when she turned to me and kissed me.

"I saw something on the Internet the other day that I'd like to try, but I'm afraid I won't do it right, and you won't like it."

I kissed her in return and said, "Lauren, whatever you do, I will never be critical of you, and if you're not doing it right, I'll let you know, but in a gentle way."

Lauren got onto her knees and sat on her heels between my open legs. She took my now hard cock, in her hand, raised it off my stomach and lowered her mouth over its bulbous, purple-hued head. I groaned out loud as I first felt her hot breath, then her soft lips enveloping the head. All the time she was sucking the head and stroking my shaft with a gentle twisting motion, she was watching me with her gorgeous pale-blue eyes—looking for approval. Then a frown appeared and, I suddenly realized that I had been so occupied with the feeling of Lauren's mouth on my cockhead that I had failed to tell her how good she was doing it.

"My God, Lauren," I said. "If you hadn't told me you'd not done this before I would have thought you'd been doing it for a while."

Lauren took my cock out of her mouth and said, "Really? I'm doing it okay?"

I rubbed her cheek. "Not just okay honey, but really, really good."

Lauren gave me one of her soft, shy smiles and went back to giving me an incredible blowjob. She was doing an incredible job. She even took my cock out of her mouth and licked the underside of its shaft from the root to the tip. Lauren had obviously studied the videos since she knew to lick my glans which drove me crazy.

"That feels incredible, Lauren," I said, "you could make me cum by just doing that if you didn't want me to cum in your mouth."

She put her mouth back over my cock and swirled her tongue around its head. I was close to cumming and felt it only fair to give her a warning. When the warm feeling started to spread, and I felt my scrotum drawing tight, I told her.

"I'm almost there, honey."

Her pale-blue eyes smiled, and she murmured, "Mmmmhmmm."

I felt my cock swell as the first rope of cum burned up the shaft and into her waiting mouth.

"Agghhhh, Lauren!" I cried as I pumped my teeming fluid into my fourteen-year-old lover's mouth.

She flinched a little as the first of my cum hit the back of her mouth, but to her credit, she swallowed quickly before the next spurt entered her mouth. After I had finally spurted the last of my cum, Lauren lifted her head, and as she looked at me with those beautiful pale-blue eyes, she swallowed one more time and licked her lips.

"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, Lauren, that was an incredible blowjob!" I said.

"It was?" Lauren replied beaming.

"My God, yes! Incredible, absolutely incredible!"

Lauren moved up and lay beside me and snuggled to my side. She kissed me. I could taste my cum on her lips.

"I can't believe you let me cum in your mouth. And you swallowed all of it."

"I'll tell you a secret, Brian after you masturbated the other night and I took the washcloth to the bathroom, I tasted your cum, and I liked it, so I decided to let you cum in my mouth. All the women on porn sites did the same thing. I saw one video where the guy squirted his stuff all over the girl's tits. I think I might like to try that sometime if you want to."

"Good grief yes, I'd love to do that."

I pulled the covers up and was soon dropping off to sleep spooning Lauren, spooning my lover.


Lauren had my cock all the way into her mouth and partway down her throat with her nose buried in my pubes. It was the first time she'd actually deep-throated me.

"Damn, Lauren, that's an incredible feeling," I said as she came up for air. "You finally managed to get it all in."

"I know, I just had to get over the gag thing."

She continued on deep-throating me until I climaxed. I must have pumped a pint of cum into her stomach I was so aroused.

"God that was incredible, Lauren."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it, Brian. But I have an admission to make."

'What's that, Lauren?"

"I planned the whole seduction—well planned is not the right word. I knew I wanted you, and when we fell in love, I was just playing it by ear. I wanted you to take my virginity but didn't want you to take it too easy. I wanted to take it slow and enjoy every moment and every new feeling."

"I had a sneaking suspicion that you were up to something. The times you kept your legs closed when I wanted to eat your pussy so bad."

"God, did I want you to though!"

"You remember the very first time I brought you off with my tongue?

"Yes, I do, how could I ever forget it? It was my birthday. Mom was away as usual, and you said something about a special present after you'd given me those diamond studs over dinner at that nice French restaurant. I forget it's name."

"It was La Chardierre. You surprised me that night in bed when you opened your legs."

"I couldn't hold back any longer. I had seen a video on the internet of a guy using his tongue to give a girl an orgasm. I didn't know if you would do that. I was worried you would find licking my pussy icky."


As I sucked on Lauren's gorgeous tits, feeling her areolas plump up and her nipples get hard as beads, I slipped my hand down across her flat tummy and was surprised to find her legs parted. I cupped her plump, pussy in the palm of my hand, feeling her pubic bone beneath the softness of her mons and pushed my middle finger in between her pussy lips. She was as wet as I had ever felt her before. I brought my finger to my mouth and sucked her juices off. I could see Lauren waiting with bated breath to see if I liked the taste of her pussy. A soft, shy smile crossed her face as she saw me smile at her taste.

I shuffled down the bed and got between her legs that she had now parted wider. Her vulva lay open before me inches from my face. Her outer labia were red and puffed; her thin inner labia forming her clitoral sheath extended all the way to the dark entrance to her vagina.

As I inhaled her musky, earthy aroma, I became light-headed. I pushed the tip of my tongue into her, hot, wet hole, eliciting a quiet gasp. Her taste was incredibly arousing. Pushing my tongue into the folds of her pussy, I eased her labia aside and coaxed her clit to come out of its protective hood. I was rewarded a few moments later when her little pink nubbin appeared.

Lauren was moaning loudly as I sucked and licked and kissed her now enlarged clit. I heard a sharp intake of breath as I pushed a finger into her tight pussy followed by a second then a third. I was stretching her, and I could feel her clenching her vaginal muscles, gripping my finger in its sensual embrace.

Lauren was bucking against my three fingers that were entirely inside her wet hole as I finger fucked her while sucking her clit. I felt a shudder run through her body as she arched her back and orgasmed.

"Oh, gawd, Brian!" she cried.

Lauren's orgasm grabbed hold of her and jerked her legs and shook her body. She grabbed fistfuls of my hair and pulled my face into her pussy grinding her clit into my lips. Finally, her orgasm released its grip on her and she calmed and opened her eyes and gave me a soft, shy smile.

"Good?" I asked.

"Better than good," Lauren replied.

"I'm glad I can please you, honey."

" I've wanted you to do that for a long time. It was like holding off on eating that slice of apple pie—it tasted so much better for it. You wanna do what I told you I'd like you to do?"

I wasn't sure what she was talking about. "What was that?" I asked.

"You don't remember what I said I'd seen a movie where a guy squirted all over a girl's tits?"

"Oh, that! I remember you said you'd like me to do it."

She had a twinkle in her pale-blue eyes. "So?"

I needed no more encouragement since I was so aroused from finally getting to eat Lauren's pussy. I got up and sat on my haunches next to her chest and proceeded to stroke my cock. I had its shaft between my thumb and finger, and I slowly stroked back and forth. Lauren watched me intently as I masturbated. She had her fingers between her legs rubbing her clit. It only took a minute for me to climax. As I felt my cock swell, I got up on my knees as the first rope of my pearly-white cum jetted out and splashed on her left breast. Subsequent ropes covered her right breast and tummy and pooled in her navel.

I sat back down on my haunches, I was spent, sated, empty and I was breathing hard. I licked some moisture back into my lips and watched as Lauren scooped up some of the viscous teeming fluid on two fingers and used it as lubrication to masturbate with. I watched in amazement as she brought herself to another pulse-pounding orgasm.

"Good God, Lauren. You are one very sexy, sensual young woman."

"Thanks," she said as she sucked more of my cum off her fingers with a cute grin.


"I remember that. The use of your cum as a lubricant made my clit that much more sensitive. We made a lot of mess that afternoon and evening didn't we?"

"Yeah, but the shower was nice."

"Nice! I can't believe you got hard again so soon. You didn't spurt much though."

"I wasn't surprised since most of what I produced ended up on your tits."

"Or in my pussy."

Lauren was quiet for the longest time so I asked, "What are you thinking of sweetheart?"

A tear rolled off her cheek and landed on her breast. She wiped it away and replied, "The time we finally made love, and you took my virginity. It was a magical evening, made even more so by you taking me out on a date to a very nice Italian bistro. The Serenade by Luigi's sou chef was a wonderful, romantic touch."

"I think it was the very first time you told me what you wanted to do. You were so sweet. You gave me one of your soft, shy smiles that I love so much, and said, 'I think it's time.' I could tell by your voice that you were nervous."

"I was very nervous. I know it was what I had wanted ever since that first kiss, but it was a huge step. I mean I can give blowjobs over and over, and you can make me cum many times. But I can only lose my virginity one time. But I was absolutely positive that I wanted it to be you, Brian and no one else."


"Are you ready?" I asked a very nervous, very sexy Lauren.

"Yes, Brian, as ready as I'll ever be." Lauren replied in a tremulous voice.

We had laid in bed and French kissed for ten minutes. I had slipped my hand down between her open legs a had been finger fucking her very wet, very hot pussy. My fingers were coated with her creamy vaginal secretions.

"You want to go on top so you can control things because I'm so aroused right now, I don't think I could control myself, and I don't want to hurt you."

"Kay," Lauren said and straddled my hips sitting on my cock that lay on my stomach. As she settled down onto me, the sight of her soft, plump labia oozing to each side of the shaft of my hard cock, hugging it in their hot, wet embrace was an incredibly erotic sight. Lauren raised up and grasped the shaft of my cock between thumb and forefinger and lifted it off my stomach. She positioned its head at her opening, lowered herself until the head was nestled at the opening to her vagina and let go of the shaft.

Lauren gave me another soft, shy smile and ever so slowly began lowering herself. I saw a grimace on her face as my cockhead began to dilate her. She was biting her bottom lip, and her brow was furrowed. To help her out, I grasped the shaft and began rotating its head in a circular motion. I could feel her vagina start to stretch. Then all of a sudden, a whimper escaped Lauren's lips, as my cockhead slipped inside her. Lauren stopped moving, suspended above my cock with the underside of its head gripped by what seemed like a rubber band. She looked at me and smiled broadly as she realized that I was inside of her tight vagina and she was no longer a virgin.

Over the next few minutes, Lauren slowly lowered herself a little, inverting her labia, then raised up a little less, until she was fully seated on my pubes having taken my entire length inside her. She sat there, letting her body adjust to having something inside her vagina for the first time.

Lauren smiled softly and said, "I didn't think I could take all of you inside me, you're so big, but I did."

With her hands holding my hips, Lauren began to make love to me. She raised up a few inches the sat back down. Every time she did this, her inner labia would invert, pulling her clit down to kiss my shaft. I could see her body react as she did this by the little tremors in her legs and the fluttering of her tummy. She started out slow then increased the pace as she felt a soft throbbing in her pussy and a tingle her nipples.

I could see the red flush of arousal bloom on her upper chest and neck. I reached up and tweaked her hard nipples causing a quiet gasp to escape her lips. My hands were on her firm, young breasts, squeezing them gently, adding to her arousal. Lauren's legs began to jerk and twitch. She found that she didn't need to raise up and down to make her clit kiss my shaft—just scrubbing her pelvis back and forth had the same effect,

Lauren was breathing hard as she scrubbed back and forth faster and faster. I could feel my orgasm rising up inside me, spreading throughout my nether regions and the wonderful feeling of arousal washing through me. Lauren climaxed first; she froze and dropped to my chest pressing her firm breasts into me. Her head was on my shoulder, and I could feel her hot breath on my neck. She was moaning loudly, and I could feel her pussy spasming—clenching then releasing its tight, velvety grip on my cock.

With Lauren stopped moving I lost stimulation, so I started stroking in and out of her snug pussy. With stimulation returned, I felt the onset of my orgasm. My scrotum drew up tight against my crotch and blood started pounding in my head. Then I felt my cock swell, making Lauren's pussy even tighter, as the first load of my teeming fluid exploded into her, flooding her pussy. I kept pumping and spurting until I was done, sated, empty, exhausted, heart racing but immeasurably satisfied.

I lay there breathing hard as Lauren, her orgasm over, raised herself up. I could see my semen leaking out between my semi-erect cock and her pussy lips, and coating my pubes. Lauren looked down and scooped a little of my cum with two fingers and sucked them clean.

"Mmm, mm, mm," Lauren murmured. "I love the taste of your cum."

"And I love the taste of your pussy," I replied.

Lauren lifted off my cock, semen ran out of her pussy and onto my stomach, pooling in my navel. She lay beside me with her leg over mine, pressing her pussy into my thigh for a few moments, enjoying her post-orgasmic bliss.

"That was incredible," she said after a minute or so. "The feeling of you spurting inside me was amazing."

"How do you feel?" I asked.

"Stretched and a little sore. Although I want to, I don't think I could do it again tonight."

I chuckled. "I'm relieved," I said, "since I don't think I could either."

After a while, Lauren got out of bed and went to the bathroom. I heard her peeing, then the toilet flushed. She came back with a damp washcloth and cleaned me up. Five minutes later, with me spooning her back with my hand cupping a firm, petite breast, Lauren was snoring lightly. It didn't take me to drop into a deep and satisfying sleep.


"Good God, yes, Brian!" Lauren cried as I penetrated her snug, hot, and very wet pussy.

Lauren opened her legs invitingly as she lay beside me on the queen-size hotel bed. The covers were pushed to the foot of the bed. I had seen too many porn videos of people fucking on top of hotel bedspreads to let my body touch any part of it. Lauren had her ankles locked at the small of my back and was pulling me deep inside her. Ever since that evening when I took Lauren's virginity, sex with her got better and better.

Our love for each other intensified and, Lauren being as demonstrative as she was, wanted to touch me, or hug me, to kiss me at every opportunity she could. I had to tell her to cool it when Cassandra was home, but I suspected that Cassandra knew something was going on between Lauren and me, and it scared the bejesus out of me. I couldn't imagine life without Lauren.

"I love it when you're deep inside me, bumping my end," Lauren said as she tightened her grip on me with her ankles and calves.

I began thrusting in and out of her, feeling her clench and release her pussy's grip on my cock. After a few moments, I was thrusting faster, bumping her rubbery end on every inward stroke. Lauren's breathing was getting faster, and I could feel little jerks and tremors in her body. Then she climaxed, and it was one of her quiet ones where she just gave a big sigh, and her arms and legs fell to the bed as if they had no muscles. I was close behind, and soon I was spurting hard inside her, flooding her with my pearly-white semen.

"God, that was good, Brian," Lauren said after I had rolled off of her and lay beside her. "I think it was made more intense by reliving the time I lived with you."

"Did it ever occur to you that your Mom had some idea that we had a relationship going?"

"As a matter of fact, I did. It was the little things she said like, "you seem awfully flirty around Brian," or "put a bra on, I know what you're trying to do." But the day she found out for sure, was one of the worst days of my life. The thought of not living with you; of not making love with you was unbearable."

"I know, Lauren, I felt the same way."


Lauren and I were naked by the pool on a hot, humid Georgia afternoon. Lauren was lying on her back on the chaise with my partial erection in her hand while I applied sunscreen to her firm tits, when Cassandra appeared. I hadn't heard her come in and she wasn't supposed to be back until the day after tomorrow. She stopped dead in her tracks as she saw the two of us. My heart sank.

"What the fuck are you doing, Brian?" she said, "Lauren go to your room right NOW!"

Lauren jumped up grabbed the beach towel she had been lying on and covered up. "It's not what you think, Mom," she said.

"Oh, it's not is it? I guess it's normal to be naked in front of Brian and holding his cock in your hand. Now go to your room, I'll deal with you later."

I sat back in my chair not bothering to cover up and said nothing.

"I thought there was something going on between you and Lauren, but I didn't think you were fucking her."

"Don't jump to conclusions, Cassandra," I said.

"You know, Brian. I wouldn't care if you were fucking some woman—but not my daughter, you pervert. I should report you to the authorities and have you arrested."

"You've got no proof, Cassandra. It's just your word against mine. What are you going to do?"

"The reason I came home a few days early, is to pack up Lauren's and my belongings. I've been seeing this guy in San Francisco and we're moving in with him."

"You can't take Lauren," I said almost pleadingly.

"Just watch me, Brian. You'll just have to find someone else to fuck!"

With that, Cassandra stormed back into the house. I put my shorts back on and went to find Lauren. As I approached her bedroom door, I could hear her and her mother arguing.

"But, Mom, I love Brian and he loves me," Lauren said through her sobs.

"Brian doesn't love you, all he wants to do is fuck you," Cassandra replied.

"That's not true, Mom."

"I don't care, Lauren, you're coming with me to San Francisco and that's all there is to it."

"I won't go!" Lauren said defiantly.

"You will, and if you think you're going to stay here, you're sorely mistaken young lady. Now get all of your clothes and other stuff organized. I've got a mover coming in half an hour."

Cassandra pushed past me and went downstairs. I went into Lauren's room. She was lying on her bed sobbing uncontrollably. I sat on the edge of the bed and put my hand on her shoulder. She sat up and put her hands around my neck and kissed me. My face was covered with her tears.

"Do something, Brian," she said. "Don't let her take me away from you."

I had never felt so helpless in my whole life as I did right there and then. My heart was breaking but I didn't see what I could do. I had no legal standing. Even though I loved Lauren with all my heart, she was, after all was said and done, just my girlfriend's daughter and nothing more.

"I'm so sorry, Lauren, I don't see what I can do. Cassandra's your mother and as long as you're under eighteen, you have to do as she tells you."

"Oh, Brian, what am I going to do?"

"You're going to stay strong, Lauren. This isn't over. We'll be together, but it won't be for a while."

I left with a heavy heart and went back downstairs where Cassandra was talking to a couple of guys from A-One Moving & Storage. They took boxes into the master suite and started emptying Cassandra's master closet.

"I'm moving to San Francisco, Cassandra," I said, "and you can't stop me."

"No I can't, Brian, but if you try and contact Lauren, I'll have a restraining order slapped on you so quick your head'll spin."

I sighed. I couldn't bear seeing Lauren leave, so I quickly got dressed, grabbed my car keys and left. Four hours later, I returned home to an empty house. I lay on Lauren's bed where we had made love many times and cried.



"You sure you want to go through with this, Lauren," Brian asked moving his iPhone to his other ear.

"Yes, Brian," Lauren replied. "We've talked about this ever since we spent that day in the hotel room when I was sixteen."

"Okay, honey, I just wanted to be sure. I mean there's a big age difference, and you'll miss all of your friends."

"It's only eighteen years, Brian. Are you getting cold feet?"

"Good God, no, Lauren! I love you, and I want what's best for you."

"I love you too, and as far as I'm concerned, being with you is what's best for me."

Lauren ended the call. It was two weeks before her eighteenth birthday on July third. Brian had already booked his flight from Atlanta to San Francisco for July second with a one-way ticket back home for Lauren the day after her birthday.


Cassandra had made arrangements to have some of Lauren's closest friends 'round to the house for a get together to give Lauren her birthday presents. Of course, Brian wasn't invited. However, he did turn up the day after. Cassandra was at her office—as planned.

Lauren answered the door and flung her arms around his neck, and they kissed for a good two minutes.

"Sorry I missed your birthday, Lauren," Brian said after breaking their kiss.

"That's okay, baby. You've got all the time in the world to make it up to me."

"Everything ready?" Brian asked. They had planned this a few days ago. Lauren was to pack up all her clothes in the four suitcases he had purchased at a local Wallmart. He carried the cases up to her room, and it took all of two hours to get everything packed. Lauren kept a small case for her essentials on the long flight back to Atlanta. After loading the cases in the trunk of Brian's rental, he asked Lauren one last time.

"You know you can just leave Cassandra a note and come with me right now," he said.

"No, I want Mom to see me leave with you," Lauren replied.

"Okay, honey, I'll see you at five-thirty. We're taking the red-eye back home. It leaves at nine-thirty."

At just after five-thirty, Brian rang Cassandra's doorbell.

"What the hell do you want, Brian?" Cassandra said after she opened the door and saw him standing there.

"I'm here to take Lauren home with me," he replied smiling.

"The hell you are! She's staying here," Cassandra said with a raised voice of defiance.

"No I am not, Mom. I'm going with Brian," Lauren said calmly. She was standing behind her mother holding a small suitcase.

Cassandra turned to confront her daughter. She said, "You're my daughter, and I say what you can do and can't do and you're not leaving."

"You forget that I'm now eighteen and I'm an adult, and you have no control over me."

"Fine! Go with him you little slut," Cassandra spat the words at her daughter.

Cassandra, there's no need to call Lauren that," Brian said.

"Fuck you, you pervert you," Cassandra said and slammed the door.

"C'mon, sweetheart, let's go home."


Three months later, Lauren and Brian were married in a small service attended by Brian's sister and her husband and a few close friends. Brian flew two of Lauren's closest friends from San Francisco in for the wedding. They honeymooned in Paris where Lauren was certain that she got pregnant. Nine months later she gave birth to a healthy baby boy, their first of three wonderful children, fulfilling her desire to have a child with him.


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