A Crush On Mr Johansen

A Crush on Mr. Johansen

[note: just so no one's surprised, I tried to make the tone of this more light-hearted than erotic]

After college graduation, Adam Johansen substitute taught while looking for a permanent job. There was one time he got a week's job in a high school biology class that brought him in contact with Clarise. She was instantly smitten with him and was obvious about it, much to the amusement of her classmates. Adam was flattered by the crush. Mother Nature had certainly blessed her--she had a fine figure, dark eyes, and straight raven hair with bangs, the rest reaching to her shoulders. She looked like Veronica Lodge brought to life. After the week was over, he didn't expect he'd ever see her again.

Adam soon found a permanent position teaching high school English and literature. Life went pretty well for him over the next couple of years. At twenty-four he wasn't ready to settle down, so his sex life mainly consisted of one-night stands, mostly with women, sometimes with men. It was easy for him to hook up. He was a good-looking guy with a nice smile, curly dark-blond hair, and a magnetic personality. The cherry on top was his gorgeous body. He was lean, tallish, had broad shoulders that tapered a narrow waist and hips. He wasn't bulky with muscles, but their tone was evident.

He did have another impressive attribute: an encumbrance of sorts between his legs that his pick-ups discovered with delight once they were in bed with him.

* * *

One day in the summer after his second year of full-time teaching, Adam went to a rural park to swim in the small lake there. It was a sunny and hot Midwestern day--pleasantly hot but not muggy like it would be in July. He swam for a while and stopped at the diving platform anchored a few dozen yards off the beach. He chatted with a couple of people he knew from town, then headed back to the shore.

Adam's emergence from the lake always drew eyes. Women (and some men) first noticed his toned, glistening body. Then they usually noticed his tumescence, more pronounced because his swimming trunks were wet and clinging.

As he aimed for his towel, laid out on the sand, a female voice startled him. "Mr. Johansen!" He turned to see a young woman get up from her beach towel and bounce titfully toward him.

Nature had continued to bless Clarise Reynolds since he'd last seen her. Lean figure, flat tum-tum, and firm jutting tits. Her face was more mature, shed of its childish qualities, and that same raven-dark hair danced about her head. As she trotted to him, he thanked whatever gods existed for bikinis.

"Clarise!" he said. "Hello!" It dawned on him that she would be at least eighteen by now.

The jiggly chick landed before him. He registered her lips, her large brown eyes, her silken hair, smooth shoulders, expectant tits, the gentle swell of her hips, and an interesting pair of earrings.

Her eyes raked over him. "Shit-biscuits! You're hotter than I

remember

!"

Adam blushed and half-chuckled, bemused by her effusiveness.

"Come meet my parents," she expectorated.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah! It'll be a total gas, man!"

The bright sun lit her well. Her young ass sashayed in those tight bikini bottoms like two ripe cantaloupes. Adam's prodigious junk began to swell in his trunks as he approached her family's basecamp.

A man-hungry woman leered at him from her beach blanket. The word "attractive" wouldn't do her justice. She was, in fact, in the territory of "juicy, trim, and sexy". Adam appraised her with the eye of an expert in Vulva Studies. He also noted the breasticular resemblance to her daughter. The woman fixed fiery eyes on his straining schlong.

Clarise enthused this: "This is my mom! This is my dad!"

Adam looked at the dad, who could easily be a clothing model for men in their forties. Adam extended a hand and met the dad's in a firm clasp. They held the clasp a little too long. He found himself squeezing the dad's hand while the dad squeezed his. This is what Adam thought:

Bi. In the closet. Ready for man-quim.

He was so right.

Dauntless Clarise broke the tension with a loud gasp. "You should have a picnic lunch with us! We have sandwiches! Beef tongue and liverwurst!" She paused to catch her breath. "Not together, naturally--

blech!

--but a choice between the two!"

Adam slowly recollected from that week being her teacher two years before, that she sometimes didn't shut up. Ahh, but she made up for it by filling the bikini in ways he had only ever dreamt of. And her

parents

... shit, he barely knew where he was going to start with this family. As he gnawed on the tongue sandwich (it's really not half-bad! You should try it), he chit-chatted with them as he ogled their assets and they ogled his.

After they finished, he thanked them for the weird sandwich, and said he was going to walk the hiking trail around the lake before taking another swim. Clarise said, "Do mind if I come?"

Do I mind?

he thought.

I'll make sure you come!

But her dad said, "I'm not sure that's a good idea, young lady."

"Son of a bitch!" she opined.

Her mom smiled and said, "Be sure to stop by here again before you leave today. I think we'd like to have you over to dinner sometime." Adam assured them he'd stop by. He turned to go. Three pairs of eyes fixed on his adorable butt as he walked toward the woodland trail.

* * *

So this park was largely wooded with the oaks and hickories that were common in the upper Midwest. Except for the beach and the lake, the whole goddamn park was woods. The leaf canopy was complete as heck. A dense green filter tamed the sunlight's intensity. The trail hugged the rocky shoreline of the lake, so it was cool but not stuffy.

Adam loped along the path in his carefree manner. He loved walking. His arms, they swung. His legs, they strode. When Adam Johansen walked, birds fell silent, squirrels paused and stared, cats ignored him. He was almost a quarter of the way along the route when he heard a pitter-patter catching him up. He turned. He saw Clarise bounding up the trail after him. His breath caught at the bouncicity he witnessed.

"Mr. Johansen! I snuck away! I pretended I was gonna go swim but I followed your trail. I'm a goddamn sleuth!"

Adam nodded. "Sure. Then again, it's a trail, so..."

"Can I walk with you?"

May

I walk with you

, he thought, but his dick-mind said,

don't fucking say that, you idiot!

, so his outside part said, "that would nice."

She took his hand and they walked along for a while. He asked her what her college plans were. She outlined her progression through an undergrad degree in physics, followed by a masters in astrophysics and/or a doctorate in quantum mechanics. She was explaining particle-wave duality when she noticed a rocky outcropping that gave an unobstructed view of the lake. A pine tree stood by it. "Wow, would you look at that! It's like a motherfucking Hamm's ad!" She skedaddled up to the promontory and bent out over the edge, letting her cute little wiggling tush do the talking. Adam came up behind her and peered over her shoulder at the lake. Yeah, it was a lake. Normally we would have appreciated it, but now all he wanted was to reach around and handle her mammaries. But some weenie sense of propriety kept him from doing it. He contented himself with looking down her shapely lower back and her buttocks comfily encased in bikini--even seeing the faint beginning of her asscrack as she strained forward.

Clarise suddenly lost her balance and put out a foot to find purchase, but it found nothing to buy except open air. Adam's left hand darted out quickly across her abdomen, his other grabbed a pine limb to keep them both from tumbling in. He eased her back from the brink.

Once again well footed, he started sliding his hand off her stomach. She clapped her hand over his and held it there. Eventually her breathing slowed from a frightened panting to a moderate pace.

As she was calming down, he caressed her belly. It was instinctual, meant to comfort her, but that blew right the fuck out of his head, because she was smooth. Oh, Jesus

Christ

, was she smooth. His dick stiffened. Clarise clamped both of her hands around his again and pressed her body back against him. Then she began to push his hand down--down over her lower belly, across her navel, then down and down until his big fingers were touching the hem of her bikini bottom.

Clarise tucked a finger under the hem to lift it, then guided his hand in. His fingers snaked through her bush. She let go of his hand and placed hers on his hairy muscular thighs, stroking them roughly. His hand crept down toward her slit as he put his other hand on her breast. His spelunking fingers found her drooling snatch. He slipped one between her pulsating pussylips and pushed in up to his knuckles. She drew a hissing breath and squirmed against him. He caught the beautiful, fulgrant stench of her aroused cunt.

He realized they were on the trail, so he lifted her (she yelped at that), backed off the trail and behind some shrubs. It wasn't great cover, but it was better than being out in the open.

Both hands now got busy. His right hand got under her top, pried it away, and started tweaking her nipples. He was plunging two fingers over and over in and out of her slippery slot. Clarise was panting heavily and her thigh-rubbing was getting rougher. One hand moved to his inner thigh and groped upward to find his rock-hard cock. Her fingers clasped it and she drew a sharp breath.

"Holy fucking mother of Santa!"

Adam grinned and increased the pace of his fingering. Her bush tickled his palm, her nipples tickled his fingertips, she writhed her warm back against him. Damned if he didn't love getting women off like this!

Clarise drew a couple of strained, gasping breaths. Then she gripped his cock painfully hard and started to shudder. She let go a few yelping exhalations as she quivered, then, suddenly, the tension went out of her hands and body. She slumped back against Adam. He kept his hand in her bikini bottoms for a little bit, caressing her mound and lower belly. Reluctantly, he withdrew, then pulled her top back down over her boobs. He planted kisses on her neck and shoulder and nibbled at her earlobe.

She slowly pulled away from him and steadied herself. She turned around, put her arms over his shoulders, and pulled him into a deep kiss. Her firm tits pushed against his hairy chest. His cock still raged in his trunks.

Clarise broke the kiss and looked at him. "Fuckin' A, that was totally rad! Are you gonna screw me with that big wang now?"

"You have a strange patois," he said. "But, no, not now. We'll see about that later. You'd better get back to your folks before they send the sheriff after me."

"Cum-gargling Christ! You're right! Ciao!" And she bounded down the trail back toward the beach. Adam watched admiringly until she was out of sight, then continued his hike.

* * *

Back on the beach (shortly before Adam finger-banged their daughter) mom and dad were sunning themselves when the dad suddenly realized he didn't know where Clarise was, so he said, "where's Clarise?"

Mom lifted her head a little and said, "She headed for the lake to swim--"

"But it hasn't been an hour yet since we ate! She'll get a cramp and drown!"

Mom put her hand on his arm. "--no, it was all a ruse," she said soothingly. "I saw her head for the trail to follow that hunk of a teacher."

He goggled at his wife. "That's worse! Which way did she go?"

Mom pointed in the wrong direction; she didn't want her daughter to be deprived of some fun with that strapping young man. Dad got up and strode off with dad-like determination to preserve his daughter's virtue (ha!). Mom watched him go, admiring his shapely ass and back. He was a good man and good in the sack. She was happy to have him and their daughter in her life. She settled back and started to fantasize about that well-hung teacher.

* * *

Adam was more than half the way around the lake when he saw Clarise's dad coming toward him on the trail. He checked his carefree gait; the birds started chirping again.

"You! Where's my daughter?" Dad rushed toward him and stopped when they were face to face. The older man was breathing heavily. Adam felt a pang of guil--no, wait...no he didn't. He looked the man over, admiring how fit he was.

"I don't know where she is," he said. "We met on the trail, walked and hung out a bit, and then she headed back to the beach."

Dad glared at him, but couldn't help noting his lips, his jawline, his broad shoulders, his neck, his succulent earlobes, and also a loud sparrow behind him in the shrubs. "You

hung out

, did you? Ha!" He breathed a bit more. "That was sarcasm."

"Yes, I recognized it as sarcasm."

"You fucked her, didn't you?"

"No, I didn't. You should watch your language, sir."

Clarise's father gaped at him. "You, you--" he spluttered. "You're correcting

my

language!?

You

?"

Adam had noticed that the other man's eyes had roamed over him, and that tone of his scrutiny wasn't entirely anger. With brazen confidence he stepped closer and pressed his fingers against dad's package. "Why not me?" He rubbed his hand up and down. Dad gaped again but was speechless now. His dick was speechless too, but its swelling said a lot.

Adam dropped to his knees and pulled down the man's trunks. His half-erect dong bobbed up in Adam's face. He curled his fingers around the base and cradled dad's fat balls with his other hand. He stroked softly, admiring the cock as it got harder and harder, wetting his beautiful lips. He looked up at the man's face with hunger in his glittering gray eyes, and he purred in his dark velvet voice, "Your wife's a lucky woman."

The dad felt light-headed. Adam opened his drooling mouth and swallowed the dick down to the root. His nose crushed into the dense pubic underbrush and he breathed deeply through his nose for several seconds before pulling wetly off the cock.

"Jesus!"

Adam grinned again and started fellating vigorously. He was a skillful cocksucker. He loved doing it as much as he loved strumming twats. He took schlongs of all lengths and girths down his throat with no effort, his tongue lashing hard against the underside. His mouth was a hot, slippery cavern. Men did not last long when he went down.

Adam massaged dad's buttcheeks as he bounced his face on that hefty ding-dong. He dialed his lip-clamp up to eleven on the suction scale.

Dad gasped out, "I...I'm close!"

Adam pulled his mouth off his dick but kept jacking him. He stuck his quim-tainted finger under dad's nose. "Smell this."

Clarice's father inhaled deeply.

"It's your daughter's pussy."

Adam engulfed the cockhead just in time to catch the opening act of Mr. Reynold's new show:

The Most Vehement Cumshot of All Time

.

Semen rocketed into Adam's mouth as the father grunted (and kept smelling the finger). After letting off three good scorchers, the man's spewage weakened. Adam sucked it all down and used a practiced tongue to force the remainder out of the dick in his mouth.

"You finger-banged my daughter!"

Adam rose to his feet and wiped his hand across his mouth. "And you just let me suck you off," he replied. "I'd say we're even." With that, he turned on his heels and headed back for the beach. Mr. Reynolds quivered a bit (not from an orgasm, mind you) and sort of spluttered shit like, "Wh--! Yo--!

Even

--!? ah--!" And so on and so forth.

"Love your cock!" Adam shouted out over his shoulder.

And Mr. Reynolds...well, he just watched that ass walk away, muttering to himself, "I swear to heaven I'll fuck hi--" [pause] "I swear I'll get

even

with him someday!"

* * *

Zeroing in on the mom when he emerged from the woods, Adam strode up to her. She lifted her head and lowered her sunglasses to peer at him. It was a lot like that scene in

Lolita

, except mom was three times Lolita's age and the sunglasses were kidney-shaped. She smiled warmly at him and said, "hello, stud. Can I help you?"

May

I help you

, he thought, then dick-mind took over. "I have a van over in the parking lot."

"A

van

? Are we in the 1970s again?"

Adam was a little flustered. The self-assurance of this gorgeous woman was kind of intimidating. "Look, I don't have a sunset painting on the panel or anything! It's just a..."

Mom sat up and motioned him to crouch. She touched his forearm. "Sorry, stud. I like to tease sometimes."

"It's an '87 Chrysler minivan. It's all I can afford!" He hung his head.

Mother managed to keep her gorge from rising. "And why are you bringing this up?"

Adam looked up. "Oh, I kinda hoped we could have a fuck," he said.

* * *

Once in the minivan, Adam tried to take charge, but no. Mom...she wasn't having any of that. She sat on her haunches and undid the string lacing on the back of her onesie (one-sie? wunzee? How do you spell that?), then let her boob-rack pop out.

"Gosh-whackers!"

"Too flabby?"

"Are you fracking kidding me?"

"Touch."

Adam splayed his big fingers around her lovely mammaries and stroked them in mirroring directions. Reaching the bottom underswell, he swept his fingers up over the nipples. Mom sucked in a breath. He swirled his fingers back around and plucked at her stiffening teats.

"Enough."

Adam frowned. "You don't like that?"

Clarise's mother guffawed. "I want to get fucked, not felt up! Let's see it."

Adam was mostly hard from his two previous encounters and now feeling her beauties. He stood up as best he could in the stupid little van and shimmied down his trunks.

Something wonderful popped up.

Clarise's mother nodded, lust gleaming in her eyes, her tongue darting out to sweep over her top lip. She grabbed it and squeezed, then began stroking. "Crap willikers! That's one hefty motherfucker!"

Adam laughed. "It will be soon," he said. She looked at him quizzically, then got the joke and gave a small laugh.

"I'm not your mother, honey," she said. "But if I were...well, shit, I don't know if I could resist."

"Now let's see yours."

Mom gave him a narrow gaze as she kept stroking him. "Don't get cute, stud. You may be

very

well equipped, but can you use the equipment?"

He gave a little shrug. "You willing to find out?"

She let go of his dick and laid back on the floor of the van, starting to tug at her bathing suit. Adam helped her get it off. She lifted her ass and he got the suit free of her torso and pulled it off over her legs.

He stopped dead--the suit still in his hand--as he got his first look at the glory between her thighs. He saw a bushy pelt topping a glistening slit framed by cunningly sculpted moist brown labia. He leaned forward with his mouth open. Mom stopped him with a hand on his forehead.

"Not now. Just fuck me. I'm dripping wet already. Just spit on your dick and work the head up and down my gash until it's well lubricated."

"Alright, alright! I know how it's done!" But he followed her instructions. He dragged the broad head through her wet furrow several times as mom bit her bottom lip.

Adam looked in her eyes and started pushing in. Clarise's mother held his gaze as breath seethed through her teeth. His obtuse ding-dong muscled its way into her slick hole, forcing the channel walls apart. He inhaled sharply through his manly nose-holes. And he felt a little light-headed. The two recent sex encounters had built up in him, and he was on the knife's edge of a climax.

"Oh, babycakes!" she panted. "My husband's blessed in the meat department, but the devil must've made you his dick-pope!" Adam chuckled, a little pleased, a little perplexed, then he pulled out and slid back in, then out, then in. He picked up the pace. They both began to breathe harder. Adam dragged one of his big hands up her abdomen, from her bush to her boobs, which he began to caress. He held one of her legs behind the knee and took little nips along her inner thigh. Mom stroked his near arm with one hand and his chest with the other.