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Mary
by Chunks (chunkystories@yahoo.com)

***

A dad on the road with his daughter's young girlfriend. 
(M/f-teen, ped)

***

Note: This was the first erotica I authored (quite a 
while back), and it's pretty tame. While I liked 
READING about hot, sweaty, and taboo love, I was a 
little embarrassed to actually WRITE the naughty parts. 
I'm over that now...

***

"So," said Mary, "how come you haven't made a pass at 
me?"

"Sorry?"

"'Sorry I didn't hear you', or 'Sorry I haven't made a 
pass at you'?"

I looked over at the 16 year old in the seat next to 
me, then stalled for time by concentrating on the road. 
The interstate was wide open in both directions, with 
absolutely no other cars in sight. I did a pretty good 
job of making it look as though driving in a straight 
line took a lot of skill and concentration.

"I mean," she said, "last night we slept in the same 
room, for God's sake." 

"That's my fault," I said. "I never thought the motels 
in that berg would be booked up. In the middle of 
nowhere, and it's like there's a convention in town." 
We barreled down I-80. "Speaking of nowhere, any idea 
where we are now?"

She consulted the map. "Still Wyoming. Coming up on 
Rock Springs."

It was starting to get dark. "I think Rock Springs is 
where we make camp tonight," I said.

"OK." She looked at me. I watched her via peripheral 
vision; watching her watch me. "So?" she said.

"So?" I said.

"So... why?"

I sighed. "OK, let's see. I'm 40. You're 16. That, last 
time I checked, makes it statutory rape. You know what 
that means?"

"Yes, I know what that means. So?"

"So, you're young enough to be my daughter. Your best 
friend IS my daughter. That makes me too old for you. 
Times two. In fact, I should basically be invisible to 
you." 

BODY:

"You're not," she said. "You're hot. In case you didn't 
know. You have all these muscles, but you don't act 
like you know that you're hot. Which makes you hotter."

I watched the road.

"And," she said, "you're not drooling after me and 
pawing around. You're like this safe hot guy who's not 
after me, and that's... well, intriguing."

"'Intriguing.' Good word. Good to have in the old high 
school vocabulary."

"Geez, you're not going to talk about this, are you?"

I watched the road. Rock Springs Exit, the sign said. 5 
miles.

"I sleep in the nude, you know."

"What?" I said.

"I sleep in the nude, usually. Last night I wore 
clothes for you."

The road. Straight line. Rock Springs Exit, 2 miles.

"Me too."

"What?" she said.

"I sleep naked at home. I wore boxers for you."

"Oh," she said.

We pulled off the interstate at the Elk Street exit, 
and looked for motels. "There," she said. "'Vacancy. 
Air Conditioning, Cable TV, Pool, Spa, Sauna. $40.99'"

I aimed for the sign, and parked the pickup in one of 
the few open parking slots. We got out, stretched, and 
walked to the lobby. I was tired, and my back was 
killing me.

"One room left," the clerk said. "King bed." He looked 
from me to Mary, then back again. "That OK?"

"Any rooms with two beds?" I asked.

"Yes," he said. "All taken, though."

"Got rollaway beds?"

"You bet," he said. "All taken, though."

"Can you recommend another motel?"

"Sure. But I can tell you that they're pretty much all 
booked. We only have the one room open here because the 
guy that had it had to leave, because his meeting was 
moved up or something."

"What," I said, "could be going on in a place this 
size, that all the rooms are booked?"

He looked offended at the suggestion that his town 
wasn't worthy. "Don't know, except that it's summer, 
and there are a lot of people on the interstate. Like 
you." He looked at us. "Do you want the room?"

"Yes," Mary said. I looked at her.

"Major credit card," said the clerk.

I registered and got room keys. "Drug store around?" I 
asked. "My back is killing me."

"Yup. On Center Street, about a mile. Closed, though. 
We have some ibuprofen here, I could sell you."

"I'll take it," I said. "Poor baby," said Mary.

We grabbed our bags out of the truck and walked to room 
106. I opened the door and held it for Mary. She put 
down her bag and dived onto the bed, rolling over in 
midair so that she landed on her back. "Nice," I said. 
She smiled at me. 

"Hungry?"

"Nope," she said. "We ate like, an hour ago."

"More like three," I said. "I'm going to take a hot 
shower, see if I can get my back to un-kink."

"OK, I'm gonna watch TV."

The shower was hot and felt good, but my back didn't 
loosen up. I dried off, wrapped the towel around me, 
and went out to find my bag and pop some ibuprofen. 
Mary was already under the covers. The lights were off, 
but I could see her face in the glow from the 
television set. I rifled around in my bag, found the 
small bottle of pills I'd bought, shook out and 
swallowed four of them. I was so tired, I could barely 
stand upright.

"Come to bed," said Mary. "You're going to fall over."

I tottered over to the bed, stripped off the towel, and 
lay face down, pulling the sheet over me. 

"How's your back?" she asked.

"It hurts," I said.

"Too much driving," she said. She moved closer and 
began massaging me, rubbing her hands up and down my 
back. As she moved, her body touched the back of my 
hand and I could feel that she was naked. So was I, I 
realized. Suddenly, I was wide-awake.

"How does this feel?" she asked, as she straddled my 
legs. She was concentrating on my lower back, kneading 
up and down the big muscles like a pro.

"Great," I answered honestly. "Really, great." She 
worked on me there for a while, then her hands moved 
lower, onto my ass, still kneading. "Feel good?" she 
asked.

"I'm no expert," I said, "but I know I'm not supposed 
to let the underage girl play with my butt."

"Relax," Mary said. "I'm a professional."

"You're not," I said. "You're a high school student." I 
rolled over and took her hands in mine, keeping them 
away from me. The light from the TV dimly illuminated 
her naked body, and suddenly I couldn't catch my 
breath. She was beautiful, amazing. And so young. Pert 
breasts; narrow waist; curving flare of hips. I forced 
myself to look at her face. She looked back at me, then 
her eyes slowly moved down my body, and back up again 
until she was looking into my eyes.

"What?" she said. "What's wrong?"

I chuckled. "Nothing. I'm naked, in bed with my 
daughter's best friend, who's also naked, and she's 
massaging my ass. After asking why I haven't made a 
pass at her. Everything's fine."

"OK," she said, "you're paranoid. Listen: we both sleep 
in the nude, so that's cool. You're my ride, and your 
back hurts, and I'm trying to help. You need to chill."

"Let's just try to go to sleep, shall we?" I said. I 
guided her back to her side of the bed, and (I couldn't 
help it) patted her naked butt cheek. "Good night," I 
said.

"Fine." She sounded tense. I knew how she felt.

***

When I woke up the next morning, Mary was giving me a 
blow job. I didn't realize it right away, since I 
didn't wake up all at once. I became aware of things 
slowly, one at a time.

I'd been dreaming – an erotic dream, coincidentally. In 
my dream, I was naked on the secluded beach near the 
resort in Mexico where my daughter and I vacationed 
last summer. In real life Jennie had kept her suit on 
while I sunbathed nude, but in my dream she was 
gloriously naked as well. She rubbed suntan lotion on 
my back, my legs, and my ass. She gave lots of 
attention to my ass, turning her hand sideways and 
working the lotion between my cheeks, and onto my balls 
where they showed between my slightly spread legs.

"Wow," I said. "Mary does my ass the same way."

"Turn over", she said. Turn over, I did.

Jennie spread lotion onto my chest, paying special 
attention to my nipples. She straddled me, and as her 
hands slowly worked their way down my chest and onto my 
stomach, her crotch moved down until it was resting on 
my penis.

"Oh my goodness, Daddy," she said. She scooted down to 
straddle my knees, looked at my raging hard-on, then up 
at me, then back down again. "Did I do this?"

"Yes. I'm sorry, Baby" I said.

"No, Daddy, I'M sorry! It's my fault," she said. "I'll 
fix it."

She poured some lotion onto one hand, rubbed her hands 
together, then placed them both around my penis, moving 
them slowly up and down. "Does this feel good?"

"Oh yes, Baby, that feels great," I said. I'd been hot 
for her for so long, but kept it bottled up inside like 
a good father should. It had never occurred to me that 
she might want me, too. I watched my daughter's large 
breasts jiggle a little as her hands moved up and down 
my shaft, one hand circling around to play with my 
balls every few strokes. 

I reached up to caress her breasts, then put my hands 
on her back and pulled her down to me for a passionate 
kiss; all the while, her hands moved up and down my 
rigid member. I took one breast into my mouth, circling 
my tongue around her areola, teasing her. Then I pulled 
her nipple into my mouth, forcefully. She groaned and 
put her hands on my chest.

"I'm going to suck you now, Daddy," she said, moving 
down my body. "Do you want me to? You're big, but I'm 
going to try to get all of you into my mouth. Is that 
OK?" Without waiting for an answer, she leaned down and 
began licking up and down my shaft.

As I woke, I realized that I while I was on my back, I 
wasn't on a beach. Probably also not in Mexico. I 
looked down the length of my body and saw that the girl 
wasn't Jennie, it was Mary. Her lips were down to the 
root of my erect penis – she was deep-throating me. 

Her head moved up slowly, and as the shaft emerged from 
her mouth she wrapped both hands around it and twisted 
them gently so that although only the head was in her 
mouth, all of me was still being touched, stimulated. 
Down went her head, and then back up. Down. Up. Down. I 
knew that I should do something. "Oh God," I said.

Up. I watched the head of my dick pop out of her mouth. 
She gave it a little swirlie thing with her tongue, 
then her eyes moved from down there to look up at me. 
She smiled. "Good morning," she said. Her hands never 
stopped moving, twisting, touching me. Her hands and my 
rod were wet from her saliva. It felt so good. I wanted 
it to never stop.

"Stop," I said. She stopped moving her hands, but 
didn't remove them from me. "We can't do this."

She looked down at her hands, holding me. "Apparently 
we can, silly," she said. She smiled at me again.

In the morning light, I could see all of her. Brown 
eyes, and long dark brown hair that hung down and 
formed a sort of curtain for what she was doing with 
her hands. She was beautiful, something I hadn't 
allowed myself to see before. A small girl, with a 
small but perfect face. Her body, too, was perfect, all 
toned muscles and tan and the glow of youth. 

I gave myself permission to concentrate on the good 
parts: her breasts were small but full, with hard 
nipples that showed her excitement. No tan line. I 
looked down. Her vulva was shaved clean. I could see 
the tan line of what I guessed was the smallest 
swimsuit bottom ever created. Thong, I thought 
absently.

She watched me. "Checking me out," she said. "What do 
you think?"

Sigh. "I think that you look incredible."

"Thanks," said Mary. "You too."

"And that you're really good at this." She smiled.

"And that it's been a long dry spell for me."

"I know that," said Mary.

"And I think that if she knew what we were doing, 
Jennie would disown me."

"Wrong," she said. "This was her idea."

I sat up, took her hands in mine, and moved them to 
neutral territory. I looked into her eyes. "What," I 
said, "are you saying?"

She moved off of me and rolled onto her stomach. I 
looked at her ass, also perfect. And fully tanned. 
Definitely a thong.

"Jennie loves you," she said. "Very much. She knows 
that you haven't had sex or even a date since your wife 
died. She wants you to be happy.

"And," said Mary, "she loves me, too. And she knows 
that I want you. Which is why she asked you to let me 
hitch a ride with you to my grandparents' town. We sort 
of conspired to have me take you to bed."

I thought about that. "Do your grandparents really live 
out here?"

"No," she said.

"Where do your parents think you are?"

"Conveniently, they're on vacation. Europe. Rome, in 
fact. I'm pretty much free to do whatever I want, for 
another two weeks."

I thought about that, too.

"You're a very nice man," she said, looking at me. 
"Very honorable. Jennie says that you've never touched 
her, and that you don't try to sneak peeks at her or 
anything. You're trying to be the perfect gentleman 
with me, too, but I'm telling you that you don't have 
to be. I'm no virgin." She pushed the hand closest to 
me under her body, down past her hip, and down further. 
Her ass began to wiggle a little, and I could tell that 
she was fingering herself. She let out a little moan.

So," she said, still looking at me, "are we going to 
fuck, or are you just too damned honorable?"

I watched her ass wiggle for a few seconds while I 
thought about it all, and I decided that I was indeed 
honorable, but only human. I rolled over on top of her. 

"Mmmm," said Mary. 

I ran my hand down her back, and down her butt cheeks, 
and she spread her legs. I moved my hand to my 
amazingly hard member, and rubbed it up and down her 
wet lips until I found the sweet spot. I pushed. She 
was so tight. I pushed some more, and slowly filled her 
up.

"Unnngh," she said. "God, you're big."

With that ego boost to spur me on I pulled out slowly, 
then rammed myself back into her. My hips smacked her 
ass with an audible, well, 'smack.'

"Oh!" said Mary. I kissed the top of her shoulders and 
the back of her neck, and scootched my hands between 
her and the bed so that I could hold her breasts. I 
pulled out again, then pushed back in. Slowly out and 
in, then faster, working into a good rhythm. I played 
with her nipples and bit into her shoulder a little as 
my hips pistoned against her. I could feel the familiar 
tingle already starting deep within me, readying me. 
Her breath was coming in little pants and moans and 
gasps.

"I'm also supposed to tell you," she said between 
moans, "that Jennie has been sneaking in to watch you 
masturbate. And that she wants you, too."

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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