This is part two of this saga. Please read the first chapter before delving into this segment. As a bit of a review, in the story, I have learned that my college-age daughter and her friend who are living with me for the summer have a desire to learn more about sex. Their experiences to date have been less than satisfactory so after a bit of prodding on their part, I have agreed to have sex with Marcy, the friend of my daughter, Amber.
This story has been placed in the Incest category but incestual activities are minimal. Still, there is enough to warrant the story being placed in this category.
Now, let's see where this story takes us.
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Marcy is cute. She is alert and intelligent. She is almost twenty. She is slender with some admirable B or C-size breasts on a firm body, and she really seems to know how to manipulate me. How else would I have found myself leading her by the hand into my bedroom with my daughter following us?
Now, it was up to me to not be a hypocrite and simply ravish that luscious young body. It would have been easy to do as just thinking about having her in my bed was, well, exciting. No. My job, since I had taken on the role of a sex teacher was to show her how she could have pleasure with sex and not just be on the receiving end of some horny college guy's cock.
This was to be about her. Not me. So, with the lights sensually low, we stood beside my bed and my daughter silently sat on a chair facing us. Neither of the two young women said anything.
"If anything makes you uncomfortable in any way. Just say stop and I will stop. Now, and with any partner you ever have, that word should make them cease immediately. If not, that person is not someone you want as a partner or spouse." That was it for my little lecture, but she had soaked up every word as if nothing like this had ever been told her before.
Marcy was wearing a short nightgown which would be easy to remove to give me access to her. I opted to hold back on going there. With her big blue eyes looking up at me, she was several inches shorter than me, I leaned forward and gently kissed her forehead and then let my lips drift down to her eyelids, her cheeks, her ear lobes, and finally softly brushed her lips with mine.
She tried to push forward with a hard kiss, but I held her back. I wanted to just nibble on and explore that beautiful face. While doing this, I softly stroked her partially covered shoulders, neck, and arms with my hands. Damn, but I wanted to grab onto her breasts or ass or cunt, but I held back. I would be there soon enough.
"I'm so turned on," she murmured in my ear as I kissed her neck.
I said nothing and chose to simply kiss those beautiful lips and soak in the taste of her. Then, I stopped kissing her and stepped back while holding her hands. I explored her beauty with my eyes from her feet, up her slender legs, up to her bare knees where the nightgown began. I admired her covered torso, gazed at the mounds of her high and firm breasts, and then visually explored her face and hair. "You are a bit of heaven."
With this, I brought her back into an embrace, and this time we kissed. Hard. I pressed my body into that firm frame of hers and hugged her to me as I devoured her mouth and tongue.
She tried to reach down to grasp my hard cock, but I took her hand and just kissed it. "Not yet. Not Yet. This is about you."
Letting a small distance grow between us, I reached down gently to the hem of her nightgown and slowly pulled it upward as, bit by delicious bit, I exposed more of her body. First, I saw the rest of her bare legs, then her panty-covered crotch, as the gown continued up, it exposed her firm belly and, then her firm, b-cup breasts with those delightful pink nipples.
A million men would have given everything they owned to be in my place just then.
"Am I okay for you?" she asked in a timid voice.
"Marcy, you are a dream come true. Now, shush and close your eyes." The room had very low light and there was no noise other than our breathing. Even my daughter, whom I had forgotten about, stayed silent and still.
Instead of grasping her body as she probably expected, I chose to come into a gentle hug and then kissed her slowly and tenderly. Only after several minutes did I make any move. While my lips moved to her bare neck and shoulders, my fingertips were slowly exploring the sides of her breasts. Finally, I leaned down and gently took her left nipple into my mouth and kissed it lovingly. I wanted to feast on that delightful bud, but I remained gentle.
