Taing Lisa Home

"Dennis, please do this for me, I think it's a good idea."

Mary had been trying to convince her weary husband to pick her daughter up from college for an hour, but he was unbelievably stubborn.

"I don't think it's a good idea," Dennis argued, "we just don't get along that well, and I don't think she'd be too happy about me showing up at her sorority house."

"That's exactly why you should go, the trip might be a chance for you to bond."

"Don't you think this is something her father should do?"

"You're her stepfather, Dennis, which should be just as good. I don't want her father going out there, I don't trust him."

Dennis let out a frustrated sigh. "I just don't know, honey. I think she hates me."

"Dennis," Mary said, sauntering over to him, running her hand over his cheek, "she doesn't hate you, I promise. She's just rebelling, it was hard for her when her father and I separated."

"I know..."

"I can't make you two love each other, but you can at least try liking each other."

She always knew exactly how to talk to him, and he knew he was going to cave. He always caved, he couldn't say no to his wife. She slowly leaned forward and kissed him softly on the lips, then batted her brown doe eyes at him.

"Please?"

"God, you play so mean," Dennis said, flustered. "Okay, fine, I'll go."

Mary laughed joyously and threw her arms around him. "Thank you, thank you, thank you so much. You're the best."

"I know."

"If there's anything I can do, Dennis, anything, let me know."

Dennis shrugged. "Well, actually..."

"Oh."

It was a trigger, and the results were as he expected. With her eyes locked on his, a sultry glint in her face, she dropped to her knees before him. Her hands firmly rubbed against his upper thighs, and he could feel himself beginning to grow hard already.

Mary was a beautiful woman, short blonde hair, brown eyes, and a well-maintained figure, especially for a woman in her mid-forties. She was a self-proclaimed nymphomaniac, and Dennis had never really been sure if she was bullshitting him in her diagnosis, but so far, in a year and a half of marriage, she never let him down. In his life, he'd never met a real nymphomaniac, but Mary seemed to fit the bill. She was the sweetest, kindest woman he'd ever met, but sometimes all it took was a word or a look to trigger her. Dennis loved her dearly, and tried not to take advantage, but sometimes...

"Dennis, this time I want you to tell me before you come," Mary said, her voice husky.

"You got it."

She slowly unbuttoned his pants and, using one of his favorite tricks, she grabbed the zipper in her teeth and ran it down. On a daily basis, Mary appeared to be a fairly normal, rather conservative woman, but when she switched over, her sexual prowess was astonishing.

"Honey," she said quietly.

"Yes, sweetie?"

"I want you to pull your beautiful cock out and put it in my mouth. I'm going to suck every last drop of cum out of you."

Dennis couldn't help but smile. Eighteen months of marriage and she already knew all of the right buttons to push. She waited eagerly as he reached into his pants and slipped out his already erect cock. As he very gently slid the head across her waiting lips, she moaned in delight. He parted her lips and slipped into her mouth, savoring the warm, wet feel of her tongue gliding along his shaft.

In a second, she was at it, sucking at him firmly, bobbing her head up and down on him ravenously, as if she was trying to suck him completely dry. He slipped his hands to the back of her head, carefully guiding her on his cock. The sensations of pleasure firing through his legs, up his spine, made his head spin. Reaching up with her other hand, she gently fondled his balls, which she knew full well would send him over the edge.

"Oh, fuck, Mary, I'm coming," he managed to stutter.

Is if taking her cue, she pulled her mouth off him, wrapped her hand firmly around his cock and vigorously stroked him. He could feel his stomach clench, his legs lock. Mary leaned forward and tickled his sensitive head with her tongue, and it was more than he could take. As he began spurting, she opened her mouth to except his seed, his cock pumping the white liquid over and over into her mouth, on her lips, her chin.

When he was done, she took one final suck at his cock to capture any missed drops of his semen, then swallowed. Dennis breathed a deep sigh of relief and dropped back onto the sofa behind him. Mary stood up and casually licked at the corner of her mouth. Calm, conservative Mary was back, and Dennis loved the way she could just switch over.

"So, Lisa will be done with classes on Tuesday," she said, "if you leave tomorrow, maybe you can get her to show you around campus. Try to spend some time, okay? I think this will be good for you two."

"Spend some time, right..." he was only vaguely listening to what she was saying anymore.

"Dennis, you're the best sweetie, I can't tell you how great it is that you're doing this. Are you sure there's nothing I can do for you?"

"I think you've already-"

"Dinner, maybe? Steak?"

"Right, whatever."

She gave him a quick peck on the cheek and then she was off.

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Dennis left the next day, a dull ache creeping into his body. He and Mary had fucked each other silly the night before, and although they were both in fairly good shape, he was still almost forty-eight years old, and his body just didn't react to that kind of activity the same way it did when he was eighteen.

Still, he had to admit how lucky he was. To be a man well into middle age and to be in such good shape, to have a wife as beautiful as Mary. When he was a kid, he never thought he'd get to be as old as he was; at least, that's what he had hoped. Young Dennis had assumed he wouldn't even be able to get it up at this age, but Old Dennis had proven that little arrogant son of a bitch wrong.

The drive down to Lisa's college took about ten hours, a breeze for Dennis who loved the freedom of being on the road. He stopped twice to take a leak, once for lunch at a little roadside diner where he chatted with a group of truckers for about an hour over the best barbecue sandwiches he'd ever tasted. After that it would be straight on through until he arrived.

He was only about thirty miles from the college when discomfort began to set in. Over the two years he and Mary had been together, he had spent very little time with Lisa. She was already a grown college girl by the time Dennis showed up in Mary's life, and having had her father leave them three years earlier, she was ready to spite any man that dared get near her mother. Dennis had been no different.

He remembered the vacation they had taken during Dennis and Mary's first summer together. He had tried, maybe a little too hard, to bond with Lisa, and she hadn't spoken a word to him. She and her mother had fought relentlessly over her behavior, and Lisa ended up leaving early.

Since then, Dennis and Lisa had been in a room together enough instances to count on one hand, and never without Mary there. Dennis was suddenly having serious doubts about this.

He reached the campus sometime after nine, but drove around for another half an hour searching for Lisa's sorority house. It had been over twenty years since his college days, and Dennis' memory of the Greek alphabet had quickly faded. He found the house by the address, and the sorority turned out to be Kappa-something-or-other, Dennis wasn't sure.

The campus looked to be about empty, and he figured most of the students were away on spring break already. Feeling a large batch of nerves deep in the pit of his stomach, Dennis knocked on the front door of the sorority house. A few moments later, a pretty young brunette opened the door and eyed him suspiciously.

"Can I help you?"

"Yeah, um, is Lisa Burke here?" Dennis asked with a shaky voice.

"Yeah, she is, but I don't really know if she wants to be disturbed right now. Who're you?"

"Oh, I'm sorry," he said, "I'm Dennis, I'm her stepfather, I came to pick her up. I can come back tomorrow, I just wanted to see if she wanted to go to dinner or something."

"Oh, you're Dennis? She said you'd be coming tomorrow."

"Yeah, that was the plan," Dennis said, "I can come back. Sorry to bother you." He turned to go.

"Hey wait," the brunette said. He turned back to her and she smiled sweetly at him. "I guess maybe I can let you in, just don't tell anyone."

Dennis smiled back at her and slipped past her into the house. The house was fairly nice, very well decorated, and Dennis could tell that only women lived there. He remembered his old fraternity house with the beer can tower superglued to the living room floor and the collection of porno magazines in the third drawer in the bathroom.

The brunette approached him with her hand out. "My name's Kathryn," she said pleasantly, "I'm sorry about before, we're just really careful about letting strange people in here."

Dennis shook her hand. "Nice to meet you. It's okay, I understand, you have to be careful. I'm glad to know Lisa's safe."

"Her room's up on the second floor, first door on your left." Dennis followed as Kathryn pointed up the stairs. When he looked back, he could have sworn Kathryn was looking him up and down. Adolescent fantasies aside, he thanked her kindly and made his way up the stairs.

The first door on the left was closed. Dennis approached it and prepared to knock, then stopped himself. He heard the slightest noise coming from behind it, and without knowing why he was doing what he was doing, he ended up with his ear pressed to the door.

What he heard gave him a stirring like he'd never known. It was Lisa's voice coming from the room, but not in a conversational way. It was a moan of pleasure he heard from behind the door, a slight, breathy sort of sound, a sound he recognized very clearly.

He could feel his face turn red when the thought crossed his mind; she was in there with a guy, having sex with some little limp-dick college puke. He tried to stay calm, knowing that bursting through the door and whooping the shit out of whoever was in there with her wouldn't be a logical solution, and certainly wouldn't win over Lisa's love. Still, as her stepfather, he felt it was his responsibility to do something or say something, but what? He'd never been a father before, hadn't ever come close, what the hell did he know about this?

In a very un-father-like gesture, Dennis very carefully grabbed the doorknob and turned, slowly letting the door open just a crack. What he saw relieved him, then almost immediately sent a tingle through his body.

Lisa was sitting by herself on the bed, dressed in only a t-shirt and panties. Half of her blonde hair hung over her face, but her eyes were closed and she didn't seem to care. One hand was inside her shirt, firmly massaging one of her breasts. The other was down the front of her panties, and Dennis could distinguish the discrete motion of her masturbating.

He couldn't help but watch her; he'd never seen her this way. What struck him so powerfully was his realization of how closely she resembled her mother. She was absolutely stunning, especially now as she fingered herself gently.

Dennis was certainly relieved to see she was alone, but a guilty sensation began to pass over him. He didn't want to stop watching her, and he felt the steady throb of an erection rising in his pants. On top of that, he was shocked to find that he wanted her, he wanted her as badly as he wanted her mother.

"Do you like to watch?" Lisa asked quietly. Dennis' heart began pounding in his chest, and for a split second, he thought he had been caught, until he realized she was speaking to someone else in the room. The anger returned, accompanied by something that hadn't been there before; jealousy. He was jealous of whatever college puke was in there with her; not angry like a father, jealous like a lover.

"Mmmm," came the response, "I could watch you all night, but can I join you?" Dennis frowned to himself. Another female voice? Is that what he heard?

The answer came as a leggy brunette in nothing but a pair of red panties crossed his line of sight and sat down on the bed next to Lisa. She leaned forward and gently kissed Lisa on the lips. She reached down, wrapped her fingers around Lisa's wrist, and pulled her hand from her panties, a glisten of moisture on Lisa's fingers. The other girl slowly took Lisa's fingers into her mouth, sucking the juices from them. Lisa giggled in delight.

"I love when you do that, Dawn."

Dawn, Dennis thought, oh my God. He was breaking into a slight sweat watching the sight before him. His erection was at full salute by now, and it hadn't yet occurred to him how it would look if someone came down the hall.

The girls kissed again, more passionately this time, letting their tongues run together. Dawn's hand rose to Lisa's breast and softly massaged it through the t-shirt. Lisa broke away from her and flashed her a sensual smile.

"Let me help you." She raised the t-shirt over her head, exposing her small, firm breasts. Dawn ducked her head down and began tonguing one of Lisa's hardened nipples. Lisa smiled and moaned in ecstasy, placing a hand on the back of Dawn's head, trying to draw her closer. Dawn suckled vigorously at Lisa's breast, then very gently pinched the nipple in her teeth, causing Lisa to suck in a quick breath.

Dawn's hand slowly traveled down Lisa's body to her panties. She slipped her fingers into the waistband and began massaging in slow, deliberate circles. Lisa threw back her head, her blonde hair cascading down her bare back.

Dennis felt like his legs were about to collapse beneath him. This was not at all what he expected to see, and now that he was seeing it, he could hardly believe his eyes. Deep down there was a twinge of guilt, he knew he had to stop watching, but the enticing vision was far too powerful. He suddenly wished Mary were here so he could take her to the first empty room and fuck her brains out.

He glanced up and down the hall, now very aware of how exposed he was. Luckily, most of the rooms seemed to be quiet and empty. He decided to take a chance, and slowly reached down for the bulge in his pants, taking down his zipper and setting his erection free of its confines.

He watched as Lisa's hips thrust against Dawn's probing fingers. The two girls were locked in a kiss now, slight whimpers of pleasure escaping through their lips. Lisa pulled away from her and leaned back on the bed, spreading her legs wider to accept Dawn's thrusts.

Dennis began stroking himself madly, not wanting to miss a single moment. He stroked faster as Dawn climbed off the bed and got down on her knees in front of Lisa. She slipped Lisa's panties down her long legs. Now sweating, Lisa stared into Dawn's eyes as the girl gently slid her tongue up Lisa's inner thigh. Lisa's eyes with flaming with lust and desire as she clutched the sheets on her bed and gritted her teeth.

"Do it, please, fuck me, I can't stand it." Her words, so full of a wanton craving, made Dennis squeeze himself harder, wishing so dearly that she were speaking those words to him. Dawn eyed Lisa for a moment, the pressed her face to the wet pussy before her, sliding her tongue up and down the engorged lips, allowing it to press further into the warm folds with each pass. Lisa's hungry cry grew louder, blessing her stepfather's ears with its sensuality.

"Oh God, Dawn, I can't-I can't-"

Dennis could think of nothing more exciting than spilling his seed while his stepdaughter was being eaten out by her lover, and he could feel the sensation building up from deep inside him, then-

Footsteps on the stairs.

"Fuck, fuck," Dennis whispered furiously as he struggled to get his erect cock back into his pants. Somehow he managed, trying to adjust himself to hide his obvious condition. He regained a little composure and quietly shut the door on the wonderful sight before him just as Kathryn reached the top of the stairs.

"You found it, is she in there."

"Yeah, yeah," Dennis stuttered, "but I think she's sleeping, I don't want to disturb her. I'll just come back tomorrow."

Kathryn approached the door and stood next to him. He prayed that she couldn't hear the noises coming from behind the door, otherwise he'd be busted. Kathryn eyed him and gave him a playful smile.

"Right, sleeping."

"So, yeah. I'll be back tomorrow."

Dennis tried to creep away.

"Dennis?" Kathryn whispered quietly.

"Yes?"

"I can help you, you know."

He turned and frowned at her. "You what?"

"I can help."

"With what?"

She slowly sauntered over to him, and without warning, cupped her hand against the bulge in his pants he'd tried so desperately to hide.

"With this. Follow me." She took him by the hand, and he followed her, dazed and confused, into the first empty room. She closed the door behind him, and he stood in shock as she walked up to him and stroked her hand through his hair.

"What is this?" he asked, not really caring at this point.

"Well," Kathryn moaned in a sultry voice, "I figure if you're anything like Lisa or her mother, this'll be worth it."

"Lisa...or her mother? What the hell are you talking about?" Now he was truly confused, and although his dick was throbbing painfully against his pants, begging to be satisfied, he wasn't sure if he could go through with this, he wasn't sure if he could actually cheat on his wife.

"What I'm talking about, Dennis, is that I want you to fuck me, right here. No questions asked." Kathryn made her way to a small desk in the corner. Keeping an eye on Dennis, she unbuttoned her jeans and slid them to the floor. The sight of her standing there in pink flowered panties, staring at him, was too much.

He approached her, quickly unbuttoning his own pants. She gave him a sexy smile as he pulled out his cock once again. She slipped her panties to the floor and leaned over the desk before her.

"Come on, Dennis, I won't tell."

Breathing heavily, he approached her from behind. Her beautiful smooth ass beckoned to him, shifting back and forth with the movement of her legs. A moan drifted from her lips as he pressed into her, piercing her wet lips, slowly sliding into her as far as he could go. He heard her gasp lightly, and began to notice how surprisingly tight she was; he could feel her lips pulsing over him, clenching as tightly as they could over his cock.

His thrusts began slowly, then built up to a quickened pace, pounding Kathryn heavily against the desk. She cried out even more now, which triggered him to fuck her harder, trying to make her scream, trying to make her come. Her lips clenched even more tightly around him as the first shudders of her orgasm ripped through her. He could feel his coming, and he imagined his semen pumping into her, filling her up in great spurts-

Dennis bolted upright in his motel room bed, shaken to his very core. His sheets were soaked, and he knew he had just come. He sat for several minutes, trying to shake off the confusion of being half-asleep.

How much had been a dream? He tried to remember, but his memory came slow. He remembered going to Lisa's room, seeing her there with another girl, that part had been true, but unfortunately, his mind had made up the rest. Kathryn had come up the stairs, but hadn't caught him masturbating. He lied to her and told her Lisa was asleep, and she escorted him to the door.

Her words to him before he had left, however, still stuck in his mind. He knew it hadn't been a dream when Kathryn had told him, "She's just like her mother."

Dennis would be awake the rest of the night trying to recall his dream and figure out what exactly she'd meant.