Tabby's Lust

Tabby lusted after Cliff, there was no other way around it. He was an absolute hunk. Tall, dark and handsome. His tanned body was in great shape, especially for a 38 year old. But then he had to be in great shape being a fire fighter. She had noticed that Cliff had similar feelings for Tabby. He sometimes looked distinctly uncomfortable around the sexy tall 18 year old.

Although an indicator, this was not the main reason Tabby knew Cliff lusted after her. A while back, when Cliff had been on night shift and home during the day she had seen him masturbating, using her panties to rub his hard cock. Cliff didn’t know that Tabby knew this, she wasn’t supposed to have been there and she sneaked off before he knew. The encounter had only increased her desires for this well built man.

There was one small problem. Cliff had married Tabby’s Mom 18 months ago, despite being 5 years older than her man. They were truly in love. Tabby knew this and could tell her crush had more to do with sexual lust than true love, but knowing it and being able to control it were two different things. There was no way Tabby wanted to hurt her mother, but it was torture living with this hot fire fighter in the house.

It seemed so unfair. Tabby had taken to listening to her mother and Cliff making love in the bedroom. It seemed so controlled and sensual. Usually these encounters resulted in a heavy session of clit rubbing and fingering later in bed. In this way the lust for Cliff grew and grew.

Over the last week Tabby had been acting more and more provocatively towards Cliff. Every now and then she would engineer a flash of her panties or stand uncomfortably close to him wearing a low cut top. Sometimes she had seen him flinch or start to sweat. She was always flashing a cute smile or a seductive look his way.

The reason she was working him up so cruelly was that on Friday her Mom was leaving for a long weekend with some old school girlfriends. Cliff and Tabby would be alone from Friday afternoon until Monday night. But she knew that she would have to work fast on him as he was working all weekend and Friday afternoon and evening would be the only real opportunity they had.

It had been stifling hot that summer and the day that Tabby’s Mom left was at the extreme end of the range. About an hour after her mother had said her farewells and sped off Tabby walked into the large family room.

Cliff was sprawled on the couch watching television wearing a pair of shorts and a white t-shirt. There was an aimless talk show on the television and Cliff seemed to be dozing rather than watching. As soon as Tabby entered the room he sat up.

His heart took an extra beat as he looked at the young girl. She was standing before him in a white lace blouse that tied under her 34b breasts. Through the white lace he could make out the outline of a skimpy lace bra. Below she was wearing a very short, tight denim skirt with four brass buttons down the front. Only two of the buttons were done up. On her feet were a pair of white sandals with a slightly raised heel.

“Hi Cliff,” Tabby smiled, her dark eyes glinting in that special way. “What are you up to?”

“Oh, nothing much Tabby,” he replied politely, trying not to ogle the body that was before him.

The tall brunette turned and walked to the stereo stand. She started shuffling through the CD cases. One toppled from the stand. “Opps,” she said as she bent to pick it up. The blue denim skirt inched further up her thighs revealing a white lace thong beneath. Cliff gulped as he took in the view.

She picked out a CD and started to walk toward the door, her hips swaying tantalisingly as she left. Cliff’s gaze never left her slender body.

“Tabby,” he called out as she reached the door.

“Yes,” came the whispered sultry reply.

“Would you get me a drink please? There is some lemonade in the fridge. You can join me if you like?”

“Um…ok,” Tabby teased. “That sounds like it would be fun.”

Tabby couldn’t believe her luck. Her plan seemed to be taking effect. She hoped he wouldn’t reject her at the last hurdle.

It took little time to pour out two lemonades and return to the family room. Cliff was now sitting upright on the couch. The television had been turned off. He smiled at her as she offered the cool drink. Tabby leaned forward to offer the glass, her lace blouse gapping open. Cliff almost spilt the drink as his eyes wandered down her cleavage to where those beautiful mounds disappeared from view in the white lace bra.

At first he thought she was going to sit next to him, but she didn’t. Tabby crossed the room to sit in an armchair, almost directly opposite him. She sipped her lemonade and made a loud sigh.

“Heat getting to you?” Cliff asked.

“Yeah, it’s so hot today,” Tabby said, spreading her legs, as if to let the air flow better.

Cliff could see straight up her dress to the white lace thong. He could feel his cock stir a little in the heat. His face blushed a little.

“You feeling the heat as well?” Tabby smiled at him. Her eyes were so naughty he thought.

“Yes I am,” Cliff continued. “It’s hard to get comfortable.” His cock was now visibly hard in his light cotton shorts.

“Hard?” Tabby asked. “Hot and hard,” she quipped.

He didn’t know how to reply to the comment, it was so obviously a sexual reference. Once again he blushed. Tabby waved her knees together and just smiled back. She took a long sip from the glass.

Her glass was empty now and she put it down next to the chair. Then she gave an enormous stretch and yawn, her arms and legs splayed like a starfish. The little denim skirt rode higher, exposing her thong even more. Her breasts pressed into the lace blouse and he could clearly see the outline of her hard nipples through the flimsy material.

“Can I take your glass out?” He asked as he stood up, trying to conceal his embarrassment.

“That would be nice,” Tabby said quietly.

Cliff walked across to where she was holding the empty glass out for him. Her wrist ‘accidentally’ brushed his hard cock, hidden in his shorts. He seemed to recoil a little at the touch but said nothing as he took the glass away.

When he returned Tabby was bent over the CD’s again. Her skirt exposing her butt, with the fine string of the thong barely visible between her rounded buttocks. Cliff felt his cock stir a little more.

“What are you looking for?” He asked.

“Just something nice to play,” Tabby said standing up. “Oh, yes, here we are, this will do.”

“What is it?”

“I think this might help your over heating problem,” she smirked. Shania Twain began to beat from the stereo. It wasn’t very loud, just enough to hear. Tabby turned to face Cliff and as she did she began to sway her hips.

Soon her eyes were closed as she began a slow, seductive dance in front of him. Her hips swayed and her body seemed to twist in a circular motion that thrust her breasts forward in the lace blouse. She opened her eyes to look at Cliff, he seemed totally mesmerised by the young nymph performing before him. She could make out his cock throbbing beneath the shorts.

“Sorry Cliff,” she said, halting the dance. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you…or me.” She gave a little shy smile.

“No, no,” Cliff protested. “I was enjoying watching you dance.”

“Were you?” She said bashfully. “I don’t even have the body for a good dancer.”

“Oh, yes you do, you look very beautiful,” Cliff assured her. “Any guy would love to have a private dance show from you, believe me.”

Tabby smiled back. Her hips swayed a little as a new song came on. “Thanks Cliff,” she said. “You are so sweet.” Her body began swaying a little more and her arms began to move in time with the music. Once more she closed her eyes as she began to dance to the music.

In one move she spun to face the wall, away from Cliff. Her fine hips swaying from side to side, her shoulders moving up and down and her hands in front of her body. As she turned back he nearly fell from the couch. The white lace blouse was now undone, revealing those lovely firm breasts in the skimpy white lace bra and Tabby was holding each side of the blouse so it stayed open.

Wiggling those hips and still swaying with the music she worked her way forward. Cliff felt his throat going dry and a dribble of pre-cum forming at the top of his hidden cock. The young brunette came right up to the couch and stopped before him, mouthing the words to the song and easing the lace blouse off her shoulders. It tumbled from her light frame to fall across his lap.

With a laugh she bent to pick it up, making sure her hand grabbed his cock as well. She tugged it hard, then let it slip through her hand as she pulled the blouse back up. With a twirl she danced away again.

Cliff was aghast. He wasn’t sure what to do. There was no doubt that she was coming on to him now and he wanted her to. But then there was his responsibilities as a father, and to his wife.

Tabby was now standing near the stereo still dancing, using the lace blouse as a prop, pulling behind her shoulders as she lent forward, her breasts still encased in the bra and her legs spread wide. The smile on her face was so teasing he couldn’t help but lower his hand to his shorts.

“You can take it out if you want,” she chirped. “I won’t mind, but only if you want to and you are enjoying the show.”

He gulped. He wanted to protest, but he was so turned on.

“Tabby, it’s wrong,” he said quietly. “We can’t…”

“I think we can,” the young brunette replied. “It’s just a matter of how much we want it. Mom doesn’t even need to know…ever.”

If he only masturbated that would be ok, she obviously knew all about these things. It wouldn’t be like they had sex or anything. These are the thoughts that went through his head as he tugged the waistband of his shorts down.

Soon the big purple head popped out and he started to stroke his huge long, hard shaft. Tabby returned to her dance, licking her lips at the sight of the big cock. Then she turned away again. This time she bent herself double, exposing her white thong under the blue denim skirt. Teasingly she rubbed a finger across her own crotch while watching Cliff’s reaction between her legs. His eyes bulged as she stood upright again.

When she spun around the next button on the short skirt was undone, leaving only one. The smile on her face was wicked as she thrust her pelvis forward, swaying her hips, making the skirt flare up to expose the lace covering her pussy. The music pace a quickened a little as Tabby ran her hands over her body, pressing her breasts together. Cliff quickened is rubbing as her hand rested on the final button.

A shake of the hips and the skirt dropped away, revealing those tanned thighs, the little triangle of lace and firm round butt. Cliff licked his lips as Tabby danced before him in her lace underwear.

Again she wiggled forward, each step coming closer to the big man sitting with his cock in his hands. As she moved her right hand moved upward and behind her body. Reaching back she let unclipped the bra, holding it loosely over her 34b breasts. Her white teeth smiled behind the deep red lips.

As she reached the couch she let the bra fall away, holding one end of the strap as it tumbled towards Cliff. He stopped tugging to hold the lace garment, sniffing it with a smile. Tabby continued her dance, playing with her firm breasts, squeezing them together, tracing around the hard nipples with her fingers.

It was becoming too much for Cliff. Thoughts of his wife had gone now. His lust had taken over. He grasped the skimpy white bra in one hand, the other hand reached up to grasp her arm as she danced.

“Suck my cock,” he said bluntly, pulling the 18-year-old to her knees beside him. “Please Tabby suck my cock.”

“Oh, yes,” Tabby complied. Her hand closing around his huge, throbbing cock. She moistened her lips as she looked at it. He cupped his hand behind her head, pulling it closer to the purple head. Slowly her mouth opened to receive the giant cock.

Cliff moaned as she engulfed his throbbing cock. Her red lips closed around it as her eyes stared up at him. It was a dream come true for Tabby as she gently sucked the huge rod. Her tongue swept across the slit of his cock making it twitch as she took more and more of it in her mouth.

She began bobbing up and down on the hard shaft, her moist lips slipping over the hard cock. Her head bobbed up and down, giving Cliff a view of her breasts as she reached the upper limit of is cock. Sometimes her long dark hair would fall over his view and he would have to brush the hair aside gently. A waft of perfume would be expelled from her hair each time.

“Oh Tabby,” he cried as he felt his balls tighten. “Oh God yes.” She increased her tempo, sucking harder and faster, her hand on the base of his cock holding it in position. “Tabby, yes, yes, oh. This is so good. Oh yes.” His cock was getting tighter as his balls tightened. She could feel his tension building. “Yes Tabby, please yes. Oh, I’m going to cum.”

The first wave of cum spurting deep into her mouth, almost making her gag. Another great wad followed and then another. His cock slipped a little way out as the fourth hit, followed by a more constant steam of sticky jism. It seemed to fill her mouth, some oozing out down her chin. She tried to lick it back.

Then his cock popped from her mouth, a long string of cum arcing between his cock and her face. It broke from the tip of his still hard cock and swung down to hit the right on the left breast. Tabby tried to suck it up, but some still stuck to her chest.

Without a word she lent forward to lick his cock clean. It was still incredibly hard and glistened with her saliva once she had finished.

“Tabby you were so good,” he exclaimed holding her head in his hands . “You are beautiful.”

“Thanks,” Tabby blushed.

He lent forward to kiss her, deeply on the lips, tasting his own cum as their mouths opened to each other. The kiss lasted an eternity before Tabby broke away. She smiled at him as she stood.

He watched as she walked away wearing the little white thong and white sandals. He admired her sexy butt.

Tabby stopped at a small coffee table where she bent over to get some tissues. Once more Cliff felt his resistance melt. As she bent she spread her legs, knowing he would be able to view her mound from behind, hidden from him by the lace thong.

In two steps Cliff was behind the brunette. She gave a little gasp as his big hands clasped both sides of her hips. She grabbed each side of the coffee table to brace herself. His hard cock slapped her thigh as one hand moved to the lace thong. He drew his finger along her crotch, pressing the lace into her slit, feeling her juices soak through the fine material.

“Oh, yes,” she moaned.

He pulled the lace crotch aside to reveal her swollen red pussy lips, glowing with wetness. She felt his cock move in to position behind her, she adjusted her stance to accommodate his needs. Then the head was pushing forward, spreading open her wet pussy. His hard cock slipped into her hole easily. Tabby let out a huge moan as she orgasmed as soon it was in. Her pussy clamped down on it as she shuddered, gasping as she did.

Cliff began to work his big cock in and out of her as she balanced against the table. His hand moved to her breast, touching the soft flesh, feeling the hard nipple. Faster and harder he pumped into the teenager. His cock hot with desire, his balls still heavy with cum.

“Oh Cliff, oh,” Tabby murmured as another orgasm built in her thin frame. “Yes, oh, fuck me, fuck me hard.”

In and out he plunged, his cock making slurping noises in her very wet pussy. He grunted as he forced it in deeper and deeper. His balls slapping against her thigh. He gripped her breast harder, taking bit like a fist full of sponge. She moaned incredibly as the wave of orgasm passed across her. Her pussy became even wetter.

“Yes, yes,” he began to call as his own orgasm started to boil up inside him. “God, yes Tabby, yes.”

“Do it Cliff, fuck my pussy, fuck me hard. Fill me with your cum,” she was begging him.

Then he thrust in hard and deep. His balls exploded as he gripped her hip with one hand and squeezed down on her breast with the other. Tabby gave a long low moan as she felt his cock explode. Sperm rushed into her hot passage. He shuddered as more and more cum ejaculated deep into the brunette.

“Oh Tabby, yes,” he moaned as he finished. “God that was good.”

“Yes,” Tabby agreed with a smile as his cock slipped from her, leaving a trail of sticky cum on her thigh. The lace thong flicked back across her now soaked pussy lips.

He ran a sensual hand up her back as she slowly stood and turned to him. Once again they kissed long and hard, their tongues exploring each others mouths. Their hands running over each others bodies. It lasted for a long time.

Finally they stepped back from each other. Both had a large smile.

“I better get cleaned up,” Tabby said quietly.

“Me too,” Cliff replied.

With that the two lovers walked out together, separating at the master bedroom entrance where Cliff went to shower in the ensuite. Tabby walked with a bounce further down the passage to the other shower.

They met again in the lounge room about half an hour later. Cliff couldn’t believe what he saw when the young brunette entered the room. She was standing before him in the red lace panties that she had caught him masturbating with and a skimpy matching red lace bra.

“Remember these?” Tabby teased, flicking the waistband of the panties with her finger.

“Oh, Tabby, what are you trying to do to me?” Cliff could feel his cock growing harder in the clean shorts he had on.

“There’s still time before you go to work to play a little more,” Tabby smiled. “I really want to play some more.” She sidled forward, her finger still in the waistband of the panties. “I want to feel that cock again.”

It was growing rapidly now, tenting Cliff’s shorts. He swallowed hard. This was so wrong but she was offering her sexy body to him. He could remember the panties. The smell as he had pressed them to his nose, the soft silky feel of the soft lace as he rubbed them over his hard cock. His cock twitched.

“Um, Tabby, what we did…that was…um…not really right. I mean I love you…but as a daughter…I shouldn’t,” he was fumbling for words, more to control his lust than anything. “We should…”

“Don’t worry Cliff,” Tabby smiled taking another step closer. “I just want your gorgeous body, to be your little slut for today. We can return to normal after that, I promise.”

“I…don’t…I mean…”

She shut the conversation down as her red lips met his. Slowly his mouth opened and their tongues met. Her arms were around him, one moving to rub his chest through the cotton t-shirt. The other slid down his side to the shorts. He didn’t pull away as she tugged the shorts down, her hand expertly rubbing his shaft through the thin boxers.

As the kiss grew more passionate he moved a hand to her breast, feeling the soft firm breast encased in the red lace. He rubbed across the hard nipple, pulling the lace aside. His finger pressed the hard little nipple, feeling its texture as his hand cupped around the young breast.

“Oh,” Tabby moaned as the kiss broke. His lips kissed her neck before locking on her nipple, teasing it with his tongue.

“Yes, yes,” Cliff responded as he felt her hand on his cock, pulling along the length.

She was edging the boxers down, slowly. The cock springing out. His hand was exposing the other nipple now. His mouth moving to it. She could feel the excitement between her young legs.

She pulled away from him to lie back on the carpet where they were. He looked down on her partly exposed body, the nipples standing out so hard and red against her fair skin. The sexy red lace acting as a frame to the scene.