Sorry for the delay. I was stuck in traffic. Here's my first submitted story in nearly five years, revisiting with old friends Peter and Dottie. I'll try my best to keep the breaks shorter.
As always, those involved in sexual relations are adults. Oh, and they're also not real people, so there's that.
Dottie used all her best feminine wiles to avoid a conversation with me about college. Every time I mentioned that we needed to talk about it, her face would end up in my lap or we would end up engaged in ruthless sexy-talk. I was a sucker and always let it happen. How could I not? I wanted nothing more than to have access to her charms and I always craved her attention. She was always happy to oblige me. Eventually, I concluded that if we were to ever have a productive conversation about college it was going to have to be through text or maybe email. Perhaps smoke-signals. Some kind of communication in which we weren't in the same room.
Dottie admitted to me Tuesday night that the reason she even brought up to me about Dad watching her was not to cause some terrible family drama or for me to be angry with him, it was, in fact, because she wanted to get into my pants. It was true that the knowledge of what Dad had been doing had been gnawing at her for a long time and she wanted to be able to tell someone she could trust. Who better than her best friend? Someone who loved her unconditionally but also loved our father, someone who may understand what he was going through.
It was more than that, though. She had harbored deep feelings of love and lust for me for a long time, the former since at least 6
th
grade. She said she knew I found her attractive (obviously) but never had the nerve to do anything about it until Saturday night. Even that night was an organic thing; she didn't come back to my room with the intent of something sexual happening, things just kind of led there. She told me that if she had known that I had such a fixation with her butt, she would have shown me a lot more, a lot more often. She said if she had known specifically what that black bikini did to my hormones, she would have never worn anything else. Apparently, she took great pleasure in teasing me, but she enjoyed making love with me a million times more.
A new revelation also popped up. I knew that her ass was a powerful erogenous zone for Dottie, that it could give her a great deal of pleasure when massaged and stimulated. However, Tuesday night she threw a new variable into the works.
"Peter, would you spank me?" she asked.
She looked up at me, after spending 20 minutes idly giving me head. "Do what now?" I asked in the typical Peter Harper state of cluelessness.
"Well," she said, sliding up my body and holding my face in her hands, "I heard that some women, and men, too, probably, can really get off on getting spanked. We know how sensitive my bottom is and I'd like to give it a try."
I chuckled softly. "You know that anything that involves me touching your butt is more than okay with me." Dottie giggled. I looked at her with a smirk. "But doesn't spanking seem a little silly and maybe a little demeaning?"
She abandoned my raging hard on for the moment, leaving it twitching and pointing north. "Oh, no! I think it might be fun!" She looked at me seductively. Her gray eyes had a spark in them, and her hair was a ratty mess, a combination that was both amusing and arousing. "Besides, I've been a very bad girl. I need a firm right hand."
"You've been bad? You've been very, very good."
She looked down shyly. She was slipping into character, something she was getting very good at. "I haven't been totally honest with you, Peter. I love you but I've been giving blowjobs up and down the street. All three of the Olsen brothers. Jack the mailman. Even Mr. Heinrich has had my tongue on his bratwurst."
"Please. Mr. Heinrich is like 95-years old. He hasn't had a boner since Watergate."
"But, Peter," Dottie pleaded, with a powerful look of lust on her gorgeous face. Why was I saying 'No'? "I dream about it all the time! All those cocks in my face! Can you imagine? Do you think I could fit in more than one at a time?" She pouted adorably, her gaze fixed on my dick, hard as a rock and with a small bead of precum hanging from the head. "Surely, I must be punished?"
I paused for a moment, then grabbed her aggressively around the waist and pulled her down across my lap. She whooped in surprise. Her perfectly round ass rose up from my legs, swaying slightly. Her bottom lip was firmly between her teeth; she knew what that did to me. My erection was poking her in the belly as I began to softly knead and caress her bottom.
Dottie sighed contentedly. "Oh, that's so nice, Peter. I love your hands on my butt. You're doing it so lovingly; you must really like the idea of me sucking all that dick."
For just an instant, I saw red.
Stop it, Peter. It's part of the act.
"Bad girl." I pulled my hand back and smacked her bottom with very little force, causing it to jiggle beautifully.
Her eyes were closed but her voice was very matter of fact. "Oh, I bet you got that fly off my butt adequately."
I rubbed Dottie's butt and pulled her cheeks apart. I ran my hand softly down her crack, pausing to swirl a finger around her pucker, then slip between her legs.
She shook slightly but said, "Oh, I must have been very good for you to be so nice to me."
I pulled my hand back and gave her a solid whack. Her eyes flew open, and she squealed. "Oh! You surprised me!"
I rubbed her butt, ostensibly to soothe the sting. What I really wanted was to kiss it and rub my dick on it. Instead,
whack!
"Ouch! Peter, that was..."
Whack!
"Peter..."
Whack!
"P-Peter..."
Dottie was visibly shaking now and breathing quickly and shallowly, her stomach rubbing against my dick.
"Mmmmpeter...I..." She was already teetering on the edge.
Whack!! WHAck!! WHACKK!! WHACKKK!!!
She stopped breathing for a moment, a look of shock on her face, and began to writhe and shake. After a moment, she went limp across my lap, breathing heavily. Then she turned to me and smiled.
In a quiet, tired voice she said, "Thank you, Peter. I deserved that. I'm a bad girl."
Then she hopped quickly off my lap and dropped her mouth onto my vibrating erection, swallowing it nearly to the base in one quick motion. She was aggressive and would not be denied. There was nothing more important to her at that moment than getting me off. I didn't have a chance. One minute later, I released a deluge between her full lips, my hips thrusting off the bed. I grunted as she milked me, helpless to her drive. After a moment, the stream stopped but her sucking did not. She was still trying to pull out more.
"Dottie, please. Stop. There's no more." I had literally never cum that much in my life, not even our first time making love.
Dottie pulled off me with a pop. She licked her lips and said, "Sorry about that. Your cum is like a drug to me. It makes me a little crazy." She very lightly and carefully kissed the head of my dick. "God, Peter, I love your cock so much. Your cum is delicious." She looked thoughtful. "I wish I could describe it. It's very strong but not bitter, like Mollie says. Sometimes it almost tastes a little sweet. Sweet and creamy." She swirled her tongue around the crown. "But it's probably just you. I can't imagine any other guy's cum tasting like that. But that's great because no other guy's cum is ever going in this mouth." She tapped my dick on her tongue a couple times. "This spot reserved for Peter Harper."
She settled down, her head still on my stomach, and lightly caressed and kissed my dick.
While Dottie continued loving my cock, I said, "You know, Dottie, every experience I've had with a woman is nothing compared to this. Do you know why?"
She looked up at me, my still mostly flaccid dick against her cheek. "Because I'm pretty good at this stuff?"
I laughed. "Well, that's true. You're way better than 'pretty good'. But, no, that's not the reason. When Jackie gave me a blowjob, it was my first real sexual experience and I thought it was the most awesome thing that ever happened to me. An older woman was sucking my dick! Everything after that was going to be a let-down. Then Anna began showing attention to me. She provided an ear for me to tell my sad stories about our parents being dead. I mean, I talked to you, and you were always great, but it was nice having someone not directly involved who I could talk with."
Dottie just lay there, occasionally licking and kissing, her eyes locked on mine. I continued, "The first time Anna and I had sex, I think it was equally surprising for both of us. It started with a consoling hug and escalated to kissing, groping, and so forth."
"And so forth?"
"You know what I mean, Dottie."
She smiled. "Maybe. But tell me anyway."
"Come on, you don't want to know this stuff, do you?"
"Yes, I do. What was the 'and so forth'?"
I sighed. "Well, the groping, you know, my hands on her boobs, her hand on my crotch, led to our clothes laying on the floor of her bedroom. It was weird because her parents were in the living room, like 30 feet away, and they knew I was there. That night, she gave her first blowjob. It was kind of a mess; she didn't know what she was doing at all, but she really wanted to do it. She didn't want me to cum in her mouth, so I ended up making a puddle on her comforter.
"The next night you went to that concert with Mollie. Remember, Daddy Big-Dick on the bus?" Dottie laughed. "Well, since I had the house to myself, Anna came over and we had sex for the first time, for both of us. First time penis-in-vagina kind of sex, anyway. I had worked myself up so much that first time that I lasted like 30 seconds. I thought for sure that I blew it. She was very sweet about it and after a little bit I was ready to go again. That second time was much more successful.
"We had sex a lot over the next couple weeks, and I started to think she had romantic, not just sexual, feelings for me but then she met someone, and we stopped doing our thing, like cold turkey. I was really bummed about that for a while, not because I couldn't go on without her or anything, it was just that sex was a lot of fun! I really missed it."
Dottie looked slightly dejected. "Sorry, Peter."
"No, Dottie, not at all. My point to this is that those experiences were great for just that reason— experience. I'm glad I did them. But the one thing missing from them and the one thing I have with you is love. Dottie, I love you, like truly, madly. Like story-book love. Shakespeare love, without the poison and all the stabbings. I've accepted that loving you and being with you is not going to be easy but I'm in this for the duration. I wake up every morning and you're the first thing on my mind. I wake up loving you and fall asleep loving you. I will take my last breath loving you. Being with Jackie, and especially with Anna, was physically gratifying but there was that huge factor that never figured into it. I didn't love them."
"As usual, Peter, you say it in ways I never could. Shakespeare? Very nice. All I can say is, with my decided and well-documented lack of experience, I cannot imagine it being any better than this. Here I am, warm and comfortable, cuddled up and loving the best person I know, the love of my life, my dream guy and wanting nothing outside these four walls. The rest of the world can go to hell, as far as I'm concerned. I'm exactly where I should be, and you are exactly where you should be. Loving each other and making each other feel good."
