WARNING: This new story series introduces Daniel a new character. Here in involves scenes of graphic sex including cunnilingus, blowjobs, anal and incest. If that is not what you are looking for don't read on. All sexual acts depicted in the story are committed by female adults over eighteen years old.
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My name is Daniel Johnson. I have my PhD in English Literature and I am traveling to New England for a one term assignment. I can take short term employment both here in the US and abroad. I speak French, German and Italian fluently so can teach Eng.Lit. anywhere.
I'm forty five and a widower and well maintained by daily exercise and weight training. I wear my red hair long and have an unnerving smile. Mothers of my students seem to fall under a trance while interacting with me. They have told me I have a commanding presence and they find themselves easily taken under my sway. My college level courses seem to attract female groupies who until recently I have managed to keep at bay.
My three daughters are away again at college. My wife died suddenly in a car crash from an out of control eighteen wheeler on an icy highway. To help me recover my daughters impressed on me to finish out the spring term then travel. So I retired having just ended my college teaching after twenty years. I moped around the house read some rare Gothic novels and went to the gym.
My eldest, Bridget, my beautiful red haired 20 years old told me to take short one term assignments to challenge me. She would watch over her sisters, Fiona 19, and Eirí Gréine 18. EG's name means sunrise in Irish. My wife was in labor all night and just as our blonde haired baby girl was born the sun shone through the window. They now all attended the same college close by and live in the large apartment condo I purchased.
Bridget drove me to the train going to New England where the girls' finishing school is located that I agreed to teach a Gothic Literature Fall elective.
"By the way 'EG' found out about your daughters' special send off and she is really mad about her being excluded. You are gonna have to do something special with her when you get back. We all love you deeply Daddy and would give you anything you ask of us. We know you loved Mom deeply and Fiona and I hope our gift got you out of your funk."
"Now get some rest and don't pass up any opportunity that comes your way. I'm sure there will be some horny mothers in that small town maybe even some of the teachers will give it up to such a handsome man gifted with your package," Bridget said laughing as she parked at the train station.
She then leaned over and kissed me deeply and put my hand under her sweater and onto her firm young breast as she gripped her father's fat long cock. She rubbed it up and down on my leg causing it to firm. She moaned into my lips as she kissed me exchanging her wet tongue with mine. She hissed as I gripped her breast tightly feeling her hard nipple press into my palm.
"Daddy you better get on the train or I'll push you into the back seat and get us both arrested," she laughed as she gave small kisses on my face. "You better cover that fat long cock with your travel bag or you'll scare the young girls going back to school."
So that is why I'm on the night train heading up to New England. My area of expertise in Literature is the Romantic Period (1785-1832). I have a concentration in the Gothic Period that concerned itself with elaborate tales of mystery, suspense, and superstition. Most Gothic villains are powerful males who prey on young, virginal women. The stories create tension and appeal deeply to women students so I committed to teaching this Fall senior level elective.
I paid for a sleeper room but was sitting up in a deserted club car going over my prospective for the course and some history on the school. It is an extremely private women's boarding school. I understood the female students are daughters of CEOs, millionaires, dignitaries, and state and federal government officials. These girls are the cream of society and have pretty much not wanted for anything. Some are there as a last ditch effort to salvage their wild youth and rebellion against their parents' wealth.
It was well past midnight but I still couldn't sleep so I was sitting in the empty club car when I heard the train door open. I was hunched in against a high back seat when I watched a pair of long bare legs walk by. Blonde hair flowed down her back covering most of the short plaid skirt. Since the steward had retired she humped up on the bar and reached across for a cold soda. Her skirt rode up and two firm ass cheeks went on display.
As she wiggled side to side to reach the can the pink thong appeared wedged in between her plump ass cheeks covering her pussy lips. That pussy wasn't shaved but was covered with her short blonde down. She was huffing trying to reach the can and put the thigh closest to me up on the bar. This effectively spread her nether region wide open pulling the pink silk deep between her labia. It looked just like an internet porn shot.
With a soft cheer she grabbed the can and slid off the bar. Unknowingly she sat facing me and soon buried her face in a book. The leather looked old perhaps even an early edition. I could read the gold embossed title and realized she was reading an erotic Gothic horror novel. I was well aware of that underground erotic novel and wondered if she 'borrowed' it from her Daddy's library. Absentmindedly her skirt slid down her thighs and her legs opened now giving me a frontal view of her pink silk covered pussy. Her mons was covered in curly blonde hair and wisps flowed over the top of her thong.
Whatever part of the novel she was reading must have been having a sexual effect on her because I could easily see her tiny gusset getting darker and her scent wafted through the air of the enclosed club car. She held the book with one hand close to her face which is why she did not see me. I watched fascinated as her other hand found its way to her pussy. Her fingers slipped under the hem and began running up and down her wet pussy slit. She kept reading as her fingers circled her clit and rode up and down between her labia.
Her head fell back as the book fell onto her breasts. She was now breathing heavily as her fingers picked up speed. She pulled her gusset to the side and I had a clear view to her wet pussy lips. She brought those wet fingers to her mouth and sucked them clean of her sauce. Her wide open thighs let me see her coral gash and the swollen button perched at the top. That treasure between her lower lips shone from her leaking pussy juices.
One hand returned to hold open her blood inflamed pussy lips while the other hand pushed two fingers into her cunt. One thumb drifted down onto her asshole and the other onto her clit. Her wet thumb disappeared up her anus as her two wet fingers worked inside her pussy. The fingers holding open her wet pussy lips abandoned their post and started a frantic massage on her clit.
