Uncle Micky
Subject: Dolan's Diaries - Back In Ohio: Chapter 2 - "Racing On The figure 8 Pt1" The relationship between Micky and Melissa instensifies. Melissa has a chance encounter with an interesting sales girl. Codes: F solo, MF Updated: October, 2019 ----------------------------------------------------------------------- !!!WARNING!!!! This file contains sexually explicit material which may include graphic depictions of underage, nonconsensual and unprotected sex as well as incest, adultery, and sodomy. It is distributed on a website clearly identified as "For Adults Only". Possession by a minor is strictly forbidden. If you are not legally empowered to be in possession of such material, do not read it and delete it immediately. This work is copyrighted 2016 to the author. It may be posted to non-commercial "free" sites or in the "free" area of commercial sites so long as no changes are made to the content and the Author information is retained. Any other use of this work is by written permission of the Author only. Obviously, this is a work of fiction and no actual person, living or dead is represented herein.(Many thanks to my colleague Phil Gorman for his proofing and editorial assistance) Warning - I will be switching the narrative around through this chapter!
Her skin was flawless, her make-up applied in perfect fashion. There was just enough to enhance, but not so much as to distract. I have always loved hair like hers! Long, flowing, brunette hair; thick and alive!
She had a good-sized hippie-type bag over her shoulder and, of course, the strap pressed between her tits, enhancing the vision nearing him. From the time she closed the car door, she never broke eye contact with me. She had a bit of a crooked smile on her face and her eyes were bright and alert. Before I knew it, she was standing directly in front of me. I reached a hand around her waist and pulled her into me. She flowed with my direction and, in a flash, we were kissing.
Shit! I was getting hard already! We were only greeting each other and I was as excited as a school boy on his first date! I broke away somehow, turned and guided her into the house. Never once losing eye contact with me, she removed the bag and set it down against the wall. With the door shut and, the two of us standing in the vestibule, we kissed again. This time, the passion was building. I didn't understand why, but something had taken control of me, driving me into a lustful frenzy, and I didn't care!
My hands were everywhere! I pulled her as tight into me as possible and she was doing the exact same thing! Her right hand was firmly latched onto the inside bottom of my left cheek and inching it's way inward! I turned a bit to give her some more reach, which allowed me the space to feel her up with my right hand. We were both making quiet throat noises as together, we scaled the ladder of arousal.
Melisa broke first and said, "Mike …"
I cut in, "Melissa, I want you now …"
She smiled, took me by the hand, led me into to the living room and on to the couch. I sat back as she hitched up her dress and straddled me. We kissed as I worked at unbuttoning her dress top. I succeeded and pulled the top of her dress back off her shoulders. She broke the kiss and sat up straight, placing her tits right in my face. Her bra was white silk that was for all intents and purposes, translucent. The bra took on the shape of her breasts, defining her puffed areola and erect nipples. I bit into each tit as I reached up for the shoulder straps, pulling them down until she spilled out of the cups. She held my head and gently rolled her hips on my lap as I orally attended to two of the most impressive tits I had ever encountered!
Something came over me as I felt her running herself on my lap. I was hungry! I needed to eat her and I needed it right at that moment. I shifted and rolled so she was on her back, her legs hiked up as I slid to my knees. Once in position, I looked up and the sight was one of the most erotic I had ever seen!
Melissa's legs were up and her dress bunched around her waist. Her pussy was visible through her wet panties, her firm tits rose from her chest. Even better, her beautiful face, with a look of unbridled lust, was framed by thick flowing brown hair. Her eyes met mine as I pulled her panties down off her legs. She scooted forward, lifting her legs up on my shoulders, bringing her pussy closer to my face.
I broke eye contact and gazed at my appetizer. I reached around her thin leg with my right arm and brought my hand down to her pussy. In her position, it was already open; two thick labia spread open, revealing moist pink lips and a darker hood already pulled open exposing a pretty pink petit button beneath. I used my fingers to spread open her lips further and noticed that the entrance to her cunt shimmered with an opalescent glow. I placed my tongue at the entrance and tasted Melissa. Everything I had been sensing up to that point increased exponentially! As I lapped around her hole, I could feel my head start to swim.
I worked my way up until the tip of my tongue was circling her clit. Melissa was humping and moaning as I engaged my tongue, teeth, and lips in a cunnilingal adventure. Her thighs were tightening around my head and her hips were rolling in synch with her moans of pleasure. I paid greater attention to her clit while placing one finger, then two, into her hot, wet hole. I moved my right hand behind her and placed it under her back as she started to climax.
Her orgasm was wonderful! She pushed hard into my face while arching and letting out an elongated "Yessssssss!" She contracted twice and then went limp with a loud sigh. Slowly, she relaxed her legs scissoring my head. I could feel her fingers running through my hair as I rested my head on the inside of her right thigh while occasionally licking up some of her pussy nectar. She lifted my head with her hands and together we stood. She slid her dress down and folded it before placing it on the easy chair. The only bit of clothing she had on was the pulled down bra around her torso. In a second that, too, was off.
She stepped towards me and reached for my shirt. I quickly took it off. She then reached for my belt. I kicked off my shoes and pushed down my pants and briefs as soon as she had my belt unbuckled. She reached for my painfully erect cock and stroked it while stepping forward for a kiss. We stood for a moment, her stroking me while we kissed, then she broke away.
My couch has removable cushions for the back part. When removed, there is quite a bit of space available. With her hand still holding my dick, she moved us closer to the couch and, with her free hand, she tossed the back cushions off the couch. She gave me one more kiss then seductively turned her back to me while keeping her hand on my dick and moved us to the couch.
Together we moved onto the couch. She was on her hands and knees and I was positioned directly behind her, between her legs. She arched her back, gapping her pussy up at me and said, "Now, Mike, I need you now!"
I placed my hands alongside her hips and found the hot wet spot with the head of my dick. Sensing I was in place, she pushed back until the head of my dick was enveloped by her silky sheath. I made a thrust and penetrated further, causing her to jump a bit in surprise. The feeling was heavenly! She was tight, hot and moist! As I started to increase the pace and depth of my thrusts, she matched me with even greater intensity on her part. Through her breaths and gasps, I could hear her repeatedly saying "Yes! Yes!"
My hands were clawing on her ass, spreading and caressing it. Her back was now so arched that her head was flat on the couch while her ass was still high in the air. I looked down and watched her sheath cling to my dick when I pulled back for another thrust into her. I could feel my heart beat increasing and my insides starting to boil!
Right then she started to drop her butt while altering her arch. I adjusted and soon we were barely on our knees as I drove forward into her. Her hands were clenched on the cushion and the crown of her head was bumping into the armrest. Every thrust shook her and was accompanied with a low "nhggh!"
She stopped breathing, pushed back hard, and entered into a vaginal spasm that spread through her body. Her mouth was open, teeth bared in a silent scream. That was it for me. I unleashed deep inside her. I painted her insides until I was in pain. We were still joined and she kept a tight grip on my dick with her pussy. I collapsed on her back and caught my breath.
After a moment, she shrugged me out off her and rolled to her back under me. She gazed at me and said, "That was the best! God … how I needed you."
I felt the same, I realized as I said it, that it was dangerous, but I said, "I needed you."
She kissed me and she kissed me hard!
We came down from the sexual high after a few minutes and just serenely lay with each other. I slowly worked myself to my back and she rested her head on my chest. We chatted about our weekend activities (I, of course, was circumspect regarding Saturday afternoon!) and our work schedules for the week.
I mentioned that I needed to get a haircut, which caused Melissa to look up and then prop herself up on my chest to examine my hair. She agreed and noted that I likely should have gotten it cut weeks ago.
Her hand made its way down to my dick and the clump of jungle of hair there. She gently pulled on the hairs and said, "Maybe you should also get a trim down here? I'd be willing to help, if you wanted."
Damn! Now that was an interesting offer. "Hmmm, I think that sounds like an offer I can't refuse."
She laughed and nuzzled in a bit. She pulled away again and asked, "Didn't you say something about dinner?"
"Oh, well it kind of slipped my mind, but that's a great idea. You want to lend a hand?"
Melissa lounged back and away from me as I rose from the couch and said with a sweet smile on her face, "Not tonight. You offered … and I accepted. I am really excited to see what you've arranged!"
"Harumph!" I gathered my clothes, dressed and said, "OK then, I'm off to the kitchen! You need any help here?" I leaned down and placed a hand on her hip.
She softly swatted my hand away, laughed, and said, "No Mike, I am getting hungry though, go get started, I'll be right in."
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Melissa watched Mike leave the room. He had a spring to his step and a smile on his face. She stretched on the couch; Christ! Did she feel good! She hadn't had a fucking like that in years! The last time with Mike had been great as well; but, she had too much to drink to really appreciate the experience. The itch was gone; for now, she felt fulfillment and sensuousness throughout her body and soul. She also felt some of Mike starting to leak out of her.
She reached down with her finger, swiped up some of the fluid and placed it in her mouth. It sure was tasty! She also picked up some of her own taste and it made her think of Sofia. Yes, she was going to suck on that girl's pussy before long! Who knows? Maybe there could be a threesome!
Melissa shook those thoughts from her mind. She could hear pots rattling in the kitchen. She had tonight to take care of! She gathered her clothes and headed to the bathroom.
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I saw Melissa heading to the bathroom with her clothes in her arms. After a while, she emerged looking as beautiful … maybe a bit more … than she did when she arrived! There was something extra about her that was distracting me. I couldn't put my finger on it.
She walked into the kitchen and inspected every inch as we idly chatted. She saw the New Potatoes boiling in a pot with two ears of corn on a plate next to the pot. A matching pot of water was sitting idly on the stove along with a much larger pot behind it. There were two wine glasses on the counter, which she examined.
I asked, "Would you like a glass of wine?"
"I think a glass of wine would be perfect right now!"
"Take a seat and I'll have it to you in a second."
She sat sideways at the kitchen table, legs crossed, as pretty as a picture. I opened the simple bottle of Vinho Verde and poured two glasses. I sat next to her, and turned in my chair to face her. She had already propped her feet up on the edge of my chair, making a simple connection with me. This is the sort of shit I love! Without thinking about it, she casually made the simplest of physical connections with me because it felt natural.
She shifted a little bit and it came clear! She wasn't wearing a bra. God, those tits simply defy gravity!
She asked about dinner and I described the menu I had planned for us. She was surprised at the fresh seafood and pie we were going to be having. I could tell she was calculating the cost involved.
"Mike, that's much too expensive! You don't have to impress me. You could have gotten suitable substitutions right here in town."
I had to make sure I had the right words.
"Melissa, this is a special occasion. It's special for the both of us. Yes, I want to impress you, and no, it's not too expensive. Flying us both down to the Keys would be too expensive. Look at us, we're sitting in my kitchen, sharing some OK wine and getting ready to have some great seafood. We're not being extravagant! We're have a good time!"
"Fine, I'll give you this one. Next time though, consult with me about your menu!"
I finished putting dinner together and everything came out perfectly. We were already finishing the second bottle of wine, a nice chardonnay, when it was time for dessert. We cleared the dining room table of the remnants from the crab and shrimp feast and settled down for some of the best pie in the world. Throughout our meal, we discussed aspects of our childhood, our families, and outlooks on life. We had many areas of agreement and, altogether there seemed to be a great deal of compatibility between us.
I did feel like an ass having to keep so much of my past a secret, but that was solely due to the fact that I had behaved like such an asshole far too many times. I felt like a junkie who couldn't talk about or admit his addiction. Twice these thoughts entered my mind while we were talking and Melissa had to redirect me back into our conversation. Christ! What a basket case I am!
Through our conversation, I could tell that much of her high school years were pretty much not open for conversation or storytelling. There was something dark from those years that she did not want to share. Like I said, we had areas of agreement!
She did share with me that her parents were pretty much absent for most of her childhood. At a certain point her aunt and uncle had taken her and Nate in. Apparently her mother had a very bad drug habit and had turned to prostitution to support it. Her father, an alcoholic had simply fallen out from their lives. She wasn't sure if her mother was even alive.
Melissa helped me clean the kitchen and in no time at all we had everything put away. I asked her if she wanted a tour of the house. I took her upstairs, where she had been once before, and showed her the layout of my master bedroom, the adjoining bathroom (the house was too old for it have an en-suite,) and the other smaller bedroom I used for storage.
On the main floor, I showed her the two guest rooms and the main bath; she had seen the kitchen and living room, and then the small back den which led out to the comfy back porch. There wasn't much of a backyard, just a one and a half car garage and large bushes lining the fences. Of all the spots so far, she liked the den and back porch the most. I said that we would come back and sit on the porch after I showed her the basement.
She was funny, making a big deal of seeing the basement! Once we stepped into my AV room, she sang a different tune. I had two large leather recliners and a double leather recliner facing an eight-foot screen! The floor was carpeted and the ceiling and walls were designed for acoustics. I demonstrated the ceiling-mounted projector and the surround sound. I pointed out the two half refrigerators snuggled in the rear corners which she proceeded to inspect. One was empty but the other was filled with water, sodas, beer, and wine.
She asked, "Do you have any movies?"
"I have all the pay channels and on-line services. There isn't anything you would want to watch that we couldn't access. At least … almost anything!"
She smacked me in the arm over that one and said, "I have a feeling you could access those if you wanted."
I took her into the other part of the basement which was basically the "mechanical room," containing all of the needed equipment for the house.
Standing in front of the washer and dryer, I turned to her, put my arm around her trim waist, pulled her close and asked, "So, what's it to be? The porch? The video room? The den? My room?"
With her arms wrapped around my back, she leaned back, bringing her lower body into full contact with mine and said, "Let's get one more glass of wine and sit out on the back porch, then … if you play your cards right, we can go checkout your bedroom again." For good measure, she ground herself into me as if adding an exclamation point to her statement.
Fuck! I wanted to throw her up on the washing machine right then and there but decided to follow her lead. I did make a mental note to get her back in the mechanical room some day!
On the porch, she adjusted her chair so she could rest her legs across my lap. I removed her shoes and massaged her feet while asking her about the plans she and Matt had for a restaurant. I hit the button on that one! She shared their plans with me and I was genuinely interested. I decided, then and there, that if something worked out between us, I would finance the entire operation.
As we talked, I massaged her feet with one hand and caressed her legs with the other. Every time I took a sip of wine, I placed my hand a little further up her leg. Each time I reached further, she scooted down a little more. We never varied from our conversation even though we were heavily involved in foreplay. Eventually my fingers made it to her crotch and were feeling the warmth there; we both paused.
I took my hand from her feet and reached for her hand. She gently laid her hand in mine and I guided her up to my room.
We were in a different place emotionally as we entered my room. Earlier there was need, an unbridled, impassioned need. Now, there was a comfort, we were relaxed. The desire was a desire to be with and satisfy the other person. I only wanted to make her happy. If we could exist at both these levels; the crazed passion of earlier and the adult desire of the present, then there could be a future.
As we entered the room, Melissa stepped away from me, turned to look at me and started to unbutton her dress. I watched as she removed the dress, and then her shoes. One of the most beautiful women I had ever met was standing in my bedroom wearing only her skin tight, practically not-there panties! She came towards me and took my by the hands and pulled me to the bed. She turned me and immediately went for the button on my pants.
Before I knew it, I was buck-ass naked sitting spread leg on my bed with Melissa on her knees, and her hands on my dick! She cupped and fondled my balls with her left hand while stroking my shaft with her right. Melissa repeatedly sat straight up and involved her tits on my dick and then sat back on her heels and teased me with her mouth and tongue.
I couldn't remember ever being as hard as I was at the moment she straightened up, slid her hand down to the base of my shaft and quickly took me deeply into her mouth. The feel of her hair caressing my body as her mouth fucked my dick was incredible! Then it happened! With a bit of a push, her throat took the head of my dick in. She rotated on my shaft and then slid me back out. She sucked up my dick and stroked my shaft.
She concentrated on kissing and licking my balls and shaft and then rose once again to take me in. With a pause, she had my entire dick in her mouth and throat! The sensation as she twisted on my shaft was one I had never experienced before! I was clutching at the sheets and lifting my knees as if in pain. It was pain in a way, but the most delightful of pains imaginable. She then released me and repeated the process.
She must have repeated the routine five or six times. Each being a more intense experience than the last.
I realized I was going to be cumming pretty soon. The sensations were just too much to control. She sensed this while deep-throating me and slowly released me from her oral grasp. Melissa proceeded to give me a culminating hand job with my dick pointed at her mouth and her eyes locked on mine. I came with a crescendo! The first shot hit her right on the upper lip. She caught most of the load in her mouth but had a pearly gob resting across her lip.
Then, to my amazement, she quickly engulfed me all the way in and down her throat. She held me there as I unloaded rope after rope down her throat. Once I slowed, she released me from her throat but kept me in her mouth sucking in the rest of my cum, never releasing me from her lips. She swallowed everything as she rode her mouth up and down my dick.
Once there was nothing left in me to give her, she released me from her mouth. She kept hold of my dick with one hand and used her other to slide the pearly gob onto her tongue and then swallowed it down her throat. I then experienced a full body shiver as a wave of erotic energy bolted through my body.
I looked down at the sweet face smiling up and me and barely stuttered out, "Holy … Shit!"
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Melissa looked up at Mike and knew she had just sealed the deal. He didn't know it, but barring any unforeseen circumstances, he was now hers! Melissa's Aunt Betty had taught her what she called "The World's Greatest Blowjob" when Melissa was in ninth grade. Her aunt taught her on Uncle Bob. It took months; but, Melissa finally mastered the art of swallowing a dick. She had only used the technique once before and it landed her the chef's job at a very prestigious Florida golf club.
The secret to the blowjob, as explained by her aunt, was taking the first shot in an open mouth and having some of it miss and hit your face. Of course the deep-throating was impressive, but it was the facial, the part the guy would never forget, even after you forced the rest of his cum to shoot directly down your throat.
Melissa wasn't being selfish by using this technique; she really wanted to do it with Mike! He had been so good. He was so handsome, so mature, so cute in his mannerisms. She was amazed at his comfort around people and saw how people were attracted to him. She felt as though he had a depth of life to him that she could easily spend the rest of her days discovering who this man was. Giving him this gift of hers was an easy choice.
Melissa rose up off her knees and pushed into Mike saying, "Hey, make some room for me up there!"
Mike quickly sidled across the bed, welcoming her with an extended arm. She snuggled, on her left side next to him, with his right arm around her. She rose up a bit, shook her hair back and rested her head on his chest. She pulled a curly little hair from her mouth with her right hand and then ran her hand over his stomach and down to his now flaccid dick. She pulled up on some of his pubic hairs and said, "We need to trim you up a bit, Mr. Neanderthal!"
Mike laughed, pulled her tight and said, "I promise, tomorrow?"
Before she could reply, he pulled her up into him for a kiss. She was now almost fully on top of him and she felt wonderful!
Mike gently rolled her off him and he got up out of bed. "Don't move … not a bit … I'll be right back!"
Melissa watched while he darted into the bathroom and returned just as quickly with a small tube of something. He climbed on the bed, gently rolled Melissa to her stomach then moved her hair away from her back and neck. He straddled her legs, his dick brushing her ass, and squirted some of the massage ointment onto his hands.
Micky's intentions were simple, yet erotic. He was going to massage the ointment into every square inch of the girl's body, touching everything. He started at her neck and shoulders, worked his way down her back and then onto her ass, taking his time the whole way.
Mike applied more ointment to his hands and added a small dab to his wrist for later use. He kneaded and massaged her buttocks; massaging and spreading them as he worked. Melissa raised her ass several times during the process, moaning and spreading herself for his manipulations. When he knew it was right, Mike picked up the dab from his wrist with his index finger and deftly placed it against her anus. In a flash, he was two knuckles deep in her ass.
Melissa responded by arching her ass even higher and propping herself up on her elbows. Mike started to finger fuck her ass and she rolled her hips to meet his thrusts. Mike leaned forward and whispered, "You like my finger in your ass, right?"
Melissa moaned, "Yessss, deeper, please …"
Mike drove his finger in as far as it would go and whispered again, "We'll come back to this, I've got more on my mind." He slowly removed his finger, rubbed her asshole, reversed his position and then moved onto the back of her legs eventually reaching the soles of her feet. Melissa's breathing and physical responses became more excited with each passing moment.
Mike moved off her and gently rolled her onto her back. She tried to reach for him but he took her by the wrists and settled her arms to her sides. He moved to her feet and started massaging up her now spread legs to her angelic thighs. Rising between, at the end of those wonderful thighs, was Melissa's pouty little pussy; a clean shaven, plumb, cerise muffin, split vertically by the prettiest pink folds and a small inviting opening between the folds.
Mike ran his hands up Melissa's thighs to her pelvis and inward over her navel and then down to her pussy. He placed his left hand just above her pubic mound to hold her in place as he spread the fingers of his right hand and caressed over her honey spot. Melissa squirmed and moaned but Mike kept her in place.
Using his index and ring fingers, he split open her lips, and then ran his middle finger up into her hot tight hole. Melissa moaned louder and jerked her hips in response. Mike lowered his hand again, removing his finger from inside her. With his next upward caress, Mike spread her further, bypassed her hole and instead played directly for her exposed clit. This time Mike had to use some force to keep her in place.
Melissa didn't moan, she said, "Mike! Oh fuck, Mike! Owww!" She tried to turn to her side but he held her in place. Mike repeated these manipulations several times. Melissa was lubricating with every stroke of his hand. She was reaching her pussy for him with every down stroke. She either repeated her previous calls or exclaimed something similar.
Satisfied that he had taken her higher up the arousal level, Mike moved his hands over her stomach and up to her tits. Her areolae were as puffed up as possible and her nipples had actually grown into two points on top of her tits. Mike massaged her tits, squeezing and turning them as he wished. He was gentler on her areola and nipples and succeeded in getting Melissa even more turned on.
By now, Mike was rock hard and ready! He moved face-to-face with Melissa as he worked his legs up between her thighs. Melissa was breathing fast and in a pant, she repeated "Yes, yes …"
Mike had almost all of his weight on her when he felt her pussy brush against the head of his dick. He kept this position and so did she. He pushed forward through his hips and felt her labia give way to his intruding dick. With one more push, he was inside her.
What happened next would rival the greatest of symphonies. Melissa and Mike made sweet, sweet, love to one another. Mike was on top at first, slowly and rhythmically filling Melissa with his manhood. Melissa opened herself to him, accepting his every thrust and contracting on him when he pulled back. They rolled and switched places. Melissa was able to control the action and made a point of keeping him as deep inside as possible for as long as possible. She humped her clit on his pubis when he was inside all the way.
Mike rolled her to her back and then gathered her in his arms and sat back on his heels. In a vertical position, they combined her humping and his thrusting to build to a sexual crescendo.
Mike came hard; his dick quaked inside her as he came. The sensations of his dick, and the climax he was having, put Melissa over the top. Her pussy latched onto Mike and milked him of everything he had. Together they came in each other's arms until exhausted; they fell to the bed, entwined as one.
Mike rolled to his back and held Melissa tight as she quivered through some final jolts. Melissa felt like crying but wouldn't allow herself to; she wouldn't show that much vulnerability. She loosened her grasp on Mike and he let her fall away just a little. They gazed into each other's eyes until Mike broke the silence by commenting, "I believe that might just have been the most intense experience I've ever had."
Melissa laughed and said, "I don't think it was … wooo … I know it was!"
Lying quietly together, Mike drifted off to sleep. Melissa slipped out of bed and utilized the bathroom. She came back to bed and easily snuggled into Mike.
Once again, Mike woke to the morning sun filtering through the window and feeling that Columbus wasn't such a bad place after all.
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