Daddy's Dinner

by Keira Moon

  When they finally called it quits, it seemed that every muscle and bone in his body was screaming in pain, a condition that he certainly was not used to! While walking back to the showers, Ronan hesitated and asked, “If I could be so bold, exactly how much do you weigh, your are by far the most well developed woman I have ever seen?!?” They stopped in front of the locker room doors, and Oli replied, Well, Ronan, as you can probably tell, I am very proud of my body, and I’ve spent a lot of time working on it, and as far as my weight goes, I’m at about one hundred ninety pounds, with not an ounce of fat!” With that, she was through the door and into the locker room and out of sight. Ronan took his time under the needle like jets of hot water, letting the warmth relax his tired aching muscles, his thoughts, however, were still on Oli and her magnificent body! A lot of guys would be turned off by a woman with such a large muscle development, but for some reason Ronan was really turned on by her over sized dimensions! As the water cascaded over his body, his penis was becoming erect just thinking about Oli’s body. He quickly grabbed his towel and wrapped it around his waist and headed back to his locker, where he dressed quickly, and then headed off to his car. He unlocked the door and tossed his gym bag into the back seat. He was just about to climb in when someone behind him said, “How about a cup of coffee?” Ronan spun around, and was almost stunned to see Oli standing there waiting for an answer! What Ronan hadn’t expected, was that Oli wanted to have that cup of coffee back at her place!

  She lived alone in a two bedroom apartment not far from the gym. Ronan settled into one of the three chairs that were around the kitchen table and waited while Oli poured each one a cup. “Cream or sugar,” she asked, pointing to the sugar bowl and creamer in the middle of the table? “No thanks, I take mine black,” he replied, while letting his eyes rove over her hard body. He was staring, but he couldn’t help himself, this woman turned him on like no one he had ever met! They sipped their coffee, not saying anything for a minute or two, until Oli broke the ice with, “You like the way I look, don’t you Ronan?” Ronan made and audible gulp and stammered, “Did I make it that obvious?!?” Oli then stood up, took him by the hand, and led him to the living room. She then pushed him gently into the overstuffed easy chair and announced, “I’m going to work out for you personally Ronan, so you just sit back and relax!” Ronan sat there in almost a trance like state while Oli slowly started removing her clothing. Off came her bulky sweater, under which she was nude to the waist! Her breasts, while quite large, were pulled almost flat by the huge development of her pectoral muscles. Here nipples on the other hand were large, slightly puffy and erect. She did a few poses, flexing her massive arms, then turning around to give him a breath taking view of her perfectly formed deltoids. Ronan by now had a hardon you could have driven nails with, and the bulge in the front of his pants was easily seen through his dungarees. Oli licked her lips with obvious lust at the sight of the outline of Ronan’s hard member, her own hands gliding up and pinching her already hard nipples. Next came Oli’s jeans.

  Now only a pink thong bikini panty was between Ronan and what was sure to be a dripping wet pussy. Oli stood with her legs spread wide apart, and the thrust her pelvis forward, causing the thin nylon material to stretch hard and tight over her bulging vulva. A damp quarter size spot was visible right where her slit would be, and Ronan moaned out loud while staring at the plump vagina straining to escape its nylon prison! Finally Oli tuned around and gave Ronan a full look at her hard round ass, covered only in the crack by the thin line of pink cloth, while she tightened and untightened her buttocks, the muscles in her butt flexing up and down. With her back still turned, she grabbed he panties by the waist, and with one hard jerk, tore them from her pussy! Turning around slowly, Ronan got his first look at Oli’s clean shaven lips, above which was a small patch of dark brown pubic hair! Ronan gulped when he saw it, never before having seen such finely developed female sex organs! Her lips were truly a thing of beauty, extremely puffy and full, shaved clean to show off all their natural beauty! What was really amazing, however, was that the tip of Oli’s clit was visible outside her crack! Oli stepped closer so that Ronan could get a better look, and he gingerly reached out and separated her lips, completely exposing her clit to the night air! “My god,” he groaned, “that is the biggest clit I’ve ever seen!!!” “Do you like it,” she asked hopefully?!? Why wouldn’t I,” Ronan stammered, “you have the most beautiful vagina I’ve ever seen!!!” For some unknown reason Oli broke down and began sobbing almost uncontrollably! Taken aback, Ronan was sure that he had done or said something to offend her, and he jumped up and put his arm around her and pleaded, “I’m sorry if you’re not happy with me, if it’s anything I said or did, I’m very sorry!!!” “Oh no, Ronan,” she gushed, “you didn’t do anything wrong at all!” “Almost every man I meet thinks I’m just a freak, and wants nothing to do with me!” “You’re the first man I’ve ever been with who likes me for who and what I am!!!” Ronan was dumb struck, how could anyone not just fall in love with this incredible creature!?!

  He turned her to face him, and then taking her in his arms gave her a full deep kiss that told her all she ever needed to know about him! It had been so long since a man made her feel like a woman and not some circus side show! In a swift motion, she scooped Ronan up and carried him to the bed room. As they crossed the threshold, they both laughed at the incongruous nature of what was happening! Oli lay back on the bed with her legs spread wide apart and her hands on her chest softly twisting her nipples. Ronan, never taking his eyes off of her, removed all his clothing down to his shorts, the huge lump straining to free itself. Oli stared at his crotch, and reached out to caress his pecker through the thin cotton, and mouthing the words, “Show me,” and Ronan was only too happy to do so! As soon as Ronan’s erection popped out of his shorts, a hungry mouth snatched it out of the air and sucked it in deeply. Loud slurping sounds filled the room as the cock hungry bitch ate Ronan’s cock like it was the last one on earth. Ronan tried to warn her that he was about to shoot his load, but all that did was make Oli suck on her pecker lollipop even harder! When Ronan realized she wanted to suck his sperm, he stopped trying to hold back, and let his dick head make its own decision, and that was of course to empty itself in the hot mouth of the well muscled cocksucker! As loud as Ronan moaned when his cum ejaculated, Oli groaned that much louder, the result of her own self induced orgasm! Ronan looked down at her crotch to see if she had used her finger on her pussy, but no, she had cum by rousing her clit, simply by squeezing her thighs together! Her face flushed with sexual excitement, Oli pulled Ronan down next to her, and rolled over on top of him. He now felt what a woman must feel like when a man forty or fifty pounds heavier than herself mounts her, which was intimidating to say the least! Ronan ran his hands all over Oli’s upper torso, feeling the hard rippling muscles under her smooth taut skin. Escape, even if he wanted to would have been totally futile! Of course he didn’t wish to escape, in fact just the opposite was true. He wanted this amazonian goddess to take and dominate him the way a man would take a delicate female!

  The feeling of strength and power she had over him made his penis stiffen like a piece of oak hard wood! Everything about her was hard and strong, that is except for her vagina, which was soft and puffy, and just as feminine as any he had ever touched! She kissed him fervently all over his face, giving him a deep French kiss when his fingers found her erect clit and rolled it back and forth between them. Trying to kiss and talk at the same time, she begged Ronan to put his cock into her pussy, but he continued to rub her clit until she finally reached down and grabbed his pecker and guided it into her hot vagina herself! The hardness of her body and the soft squishiness of her pussy were contrasts like night and day! When Oli sat up on his pecker, all the muscles in her body seemed to bulge out, as if she were flexing them. Ronan ran his hands over her chest, taking a moment to tweak her hard nipples, while she rolled her head from side to side, lost in a sexual abandonment that must hav
e been months in the making!

  His prick felt like a long hard spike sticking up inside of her, and it was apparent that even though she worked out like a man, she fucked just like a woman!!! And came like one too, her orgasms now coming in multiples, something that Ronan could only dream about doing!!! Ronan’s penis had now was in control of this fuck, and it viciously pounded in and out of Oli’s pussy like a jack hammer on the loose! The soft tender lining masturbated the big head until it couldn’t hold back in longer, the result of which was a brutally hard eruption of hot cum being spewed all over the inside of Oli’s very satisfied vagina! After spending a few minutes regaining their strength, they hopped into the shower for a leisurely soap and rinse. Ronan couldn’t keep his hands off Oli’s body, and it was very apparent that she loved getting all this attention from a man! Looking at his face, Oli’s eyes again welled up with tears, afraid that her new found love might use her as a one night stand. Ronan, seeing this, took her in his arms and kissed her deeply, his tongue probing all over the inside of her mouth. When he pulled away, he kissed gently on both eyes lids, as if to kiss her tears away. His hand slid down her body until it rested on her mound, his finger probing for her clitoris. When he found the hard little nub he said, “As long as this is hard for me, this will be hard for you,” his penis now again at full erection! She threw her arms around his neck and whispered into his ear, “Always hard, always for you!!!”

  "F*ck" Is For Female

  "Fuck me verbally, Robert" Over the years I have been asked, occasionally coerced, to perform various tasks, deeds of valor or otherwise, Some I have elected to fulfill, others not, for reasons ranging from personal preference to circumstantial inability. Never thought have I been asked, up until this week at least, to fuck someone verbally. That isn't to say I can't or even necessarily that I don't wish to – it is simply a dynamically unusual request. Now when it comes to fucking people, one has to look at the deed firstly in its most basic and in actuality, rather comical form. Typically, one can expect to find one (at least) rampant male, hormones in free-flow having cornered, subdued or in the worst-case scenario – paid for women, in whatever circumstances have drawn the two together. Having most usually removed her clothing, or if patently desperate, simply her panties, he then pinions her to the floor, bed, wall, rear car seat or chandelier and inserts, with varying degrees of indignity, his vastly over-rated penis into that natty little-lipped sac between her legs. Grunting, jerking, slobbering – more often than not all three, he will then rut away with completely uninhibited delight seeking to reach a chemical plateau at which point his DNA-soaked sperm jam up and jelly tight before crossing that bridge at a brisk pace, to the woman's ovulation-freeway. It is this transitional period, the male finds vastly to his liking. During the "fucking phrase" men are not known for their literate dialog. How many other ways after all, can one express the notion "Oh yeah hun," "Take it, deep babe," or "Ride my dick slut," without resorting to laughable criticisms such as, "I say Julie, would you mind awfully if I shoved my rather engorged penis way up inside your devilishly hot vagina for just a few minutes?" So immediately you can see we're talking here a whole new creative ball-game. When a girl says to you "Fuck me verbally please," she is wanting "communicative purpose," "depth of shared emotion," "experiential guidance," at the very least, some innovative and passionate appreciation of her femininity. So too is she entitled to that.

  Sex via the written word. The quintessential chat-room opening "What color panties you wearing love?" might be seen as an example of this. In fact, all this ever achieves is to confirm the moronic status of the male participant. Think about it! It's hardly going to turn the girl on, is it? – she already knows what color knickers she has on. It's like most every other aspect of male sexual behavior – geared principally to the achieving of his own gratuitous satisfaction. Egotistical endplay in other words. With regards therefore to the young lady who made the rather poignant plea for me to "fuck her verbally," this is the very least I can do. Now whilst this is in the way of a personal reply and I composed this for her specifically because of the wonderful person she is, I'm sure she will not mind if I add the comment that what I write has relevance to every other girl on the planet, uniquely desirable as everyone is in their own way. No two ways about that. If it were possible, I would be there with all of you and I would love you all equally. If when you have read this and hopefully having followed my (deliberately) obscurely referenced byplays at various intervals, you then close your eyes, you will realize that in fact, I am with you. I always was! ****************************** How exquisite you are! Have you ever really looked and realized the privilege it has been to be born female? Tonight, I will make you more aware of this fact than ever you have been. I will bring you to the gates of your own temple. How did we arrive at this confluence in our lives? It doesn't really matter, does it? Merely that I am here and that I want to share a gift with you that so few understand, let alone respect. Ahead of anything, I want you simply to be aware of your body as you read. Feel how snug your beautiful breasts are cupped in that little bra. If you concentrate enough you will be able to feel your nipples, even as you breathe. Besides their naturally intended use, they utterly define your femininity. If you feel like caressing them, please do. Imagine soft lips, whether your child's, mine or a future lover's, drawing down softly in what is ultimate, merely a quest for comfort.

  A flared memory recalled fleetingly. The protective instinct and cradled safety of a mother's arms down through the ages. Even at this early stage, the slightest of physiological changes are taking place in your body. Besides the slightest swelling at the base of your nipples caused by blood transfer, the imperceptible increase to your pulse-rate and the delicate flush resident now in your cheeks, you know even without the confirmation of touch, that within, moves are most definitely afoot to facilitate my participation. Marginally unsure of exactly what is to happen, you sit there gazing at me – a little girl of eight, a nervous teenager, an adult female on the verge of a completely new discovery....a pastiche of all these. The only two things you sense with any conviction – that you are ultimately safe and that you want what it is that I possess. The key to your complete sexual fulfillment. I know not how or why I came thus equipped, merely that I did and that much like the full moon itself, circumstances inevitably fall into a precise alignment that was set in motion long before either of us were born. I want you to feel warm. I need you to feel wanted. You desire my intimacy just as much as I desire yours. Simply looking at you is enough of a treat. I notice the little things. The tiny smile playing about your lips betraying in part your nervousness as well as your fully understandable pride in your birthright. It promotes also just a hint of flirtatious tease. I know it, you know it! The small lock of hair you keep unconsciously flicking away from your forehead as if it matters! Your pretty feet, one shuffling atop the other now that you have felt sufficiently relaxed to give those shoes a miss. That you may or may not have loved another before matters but little. This is tonight. With me, you are the breathless, incontrovertibly pure virgin you always were and in my experience always will be. Your pupils dilate slightly as I kneel in front of you and take your hands in my own. There are so many things I could say, but words are superfluous. You know how I feel, you can see that in my own pupils. My eyes caress you – from the curve of your breasts, a hint of which you quite deliberately permitted by your choice of top, to the flair of your hips and the hidden recesses between your thighs.

  You are not offended by my gaze as there is nothing to be offended by. Never was my glance lustfully motivated, simply steeped in appreciation and wonderment of so perfect a creation. Some of what I feel, you sense and instinctively your hand rises to your own breasts before you realize what you are doing. Swiftly you drop your hand back in your lap. Even as the blush rises in your cheeks, I gently take a hold of your hand and raising it with fixed deliberation, replace it beneath your right breast. I encourage you to once again cup yourself and in
fact cover your hand with my own. Together we begin to caress the softness that God has given to you and you let slip the slightest gasp. Watching as you rub yourself softly at the behest of my own hand I am totally aroused myself. More than anything I want now to suckle you and to draw your nipples between my own lips. How easy it would be......and how ill-timed. Edging closer, I lay you gently back in the chair and very gently take a hold of both your legs some six inches or so below the knee. I feel, rather than hear the sharp intake of breath and the momentary expression of concern that flits across your pretty face. You make no move to either sit-up or stop me however and I am happy for the trust I know you feel. Inclining my head, I kiss your knees and am aware immediately of your pleasured wriggling. Making deliberate eye contact, I pull apart your knees but the slightest angle. Sitting there, you can hardly believe the moisture that is gathering in the main assembly area. Your panties you know are now quite wet and you are embarrassed perhaps that I may soon make that very same discovery. Casting a momentary glance down your bra you are stunned additionally by the quite visible effect the escalating arousal factor is having on your nipples.

  This, of course, is an opportune moment to take a gentle hold of them yourself now and to further stimulate them. Parting your legs ever wider, I can see now the silky-smooth skin of both thighs and the event horizon at which they disappear beneath the rather tasteful little pair of knickers curving down with such promise in my direct line of vision. I kiss the inside of your thigh as your increasing angle of incidence causes the hemline to ride ever higher. One can readily forget the square on the hypotenuse. It's the sum of the angles on the other two sides that interests me. I slip one hand up to the limit of my vision. So inherently sexy is the feel of a girl's panties, knowing the prize they contain, that for a moment I am lost in my own little world although I do not fail to hear that delightful little gasp as you shuffle in the chair, instinctively wanting to push down between your legs yourself. I begin to set up an intense vertical manipulation, forcing the soft and quite obviously damp material well between the folds of those protective lips. Visually, this action is as stimulating as it must be welcomingly tactile from your viewpoint. You are quite unable to prevent the embryonic moan that now finds its way to the surface. It is the right moment to tell you how much I love being with you and despite my seemingly disrespectful actions, I hold you in incorruptible respect. I hope that you believe me. It differs of course from occasion to occasion but there comes an instant during any sort of foreplay, that signifies the point of no return has been reached. It may be the very first kiss, the first fumble in the back of a car - something as innocuous as being kissed tenderly on the neck just below the hairline. In our case, it was simply meeting. No way back from that eventuality. The chair has seen out its usefulness. I stand and offering my hand, take yours gently.