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Dirty Shorts 3: Marilee and Cecilia
by Renata von Foetze (von_foetze@mail.com)

***

Saddened by his wife's early demise, a man is cheered 
up by his flirty neighbor. (MF, exh, oral, spank)

***

Dirty Shorts 3: Marilee and Cecilia

My wife, Jeanne, was as good a wife as a man could 
hope for. We fell in love with each other in high 
school and were married when we graduated college. We 
had two kids, a boy and a girl. Together, we raised 
them to adulthood. Now both are married with families 
of their own. 

My son lives in Colorado, my daughter in California. 
We stay in touch and get together for a few days every 
year. This year's get together was not a happy one. 
Jeanne died of a cancer that was discovered too late. 
We were just about to celebrate our fifty-fifth 
birthdays. Our birthdays are just a week apart. Jeanne 
was the oldest.

We had a lot of life insurance on each other. Each of 
my kids and I shared the three million dollar benefit 
with some of Jeanne's favorite charities. I was 
devastated by my loss and retired as a vice-president 
of the company I worked for since graduation.

Both kids wanted me to sell the house and move in with 
them. But I refused. All I really have left of Jeanne 
is our home where I intend to spend the rest of my 
days.

After two weeks of mutual comfort, the kids returned 
to their homes. I would have felt very lonely except 
for the Thompsons. Henry and Michelle moved next door 
the year before. They were so young, in the mid-
twenties I guessed.

They were very kind to me, frequently inviting me for 
supper and to come over to watch sports or a movie on 
their large screen TV; especially on weekends. During 
the summer we went over to each other's place for 
barbecues or went to our favorite park for a picnic.

Jeanne and I had learned that they both came from the 
South and had similar feelings of loneliness of living 
far from their families. We became each other's 
family. They became even more like family after 
Jeanne's parting.

Henry was a handsome guy and very ambitions. 
Personally I thought he worked too hard, with many 
late hours and consequently frequently left his young 
wife alone. She and I became good friends since we 
both were two lonely souls that desired companionship.

Marilee was a bit of a flirty type and quite lovely to 
look at; with long wavy blonde hair down to the middle 
of her back, with green, almond shaped eyes and a 
large mouth. Mind you, I did not say she had a big 
mouth, but a sensuous mouth with full lips.

She also had a nice willowy figure, with the breasts 
of a young teenager. I don't suppose she was over five 
foot four in her bare feet. She was very easy on the 
eyes. I wasn't interested in making her, but felt 
about her as I did as my own daughter before she moved 
away.

Marilee was sweet and caring. She always tried to be 
helpful and she usually succeeded in a graceful way. 
Last spring we began to help each other work in our 
gardens. She had a lot to learn about northern 
gardens.

When the weather was chill, she always made us a cup 
of tea. As the weather warmed into the summer and the 
gardens only required a little bit of care, we would 
sit in my screened back porch and drink iced tea or 
lemonade that she made from scratch. She brought over 
a pitcher almost every day. I supplied the little 
cakes and cookies.

Recently she began to ask me questions about my two 
kids. "Were they smart?"

I smiled as a memory rolled through my brain and said, 
"Yes, I think they were. They both earned scholarships 
and always made the dean's list. How about you? Were 
you smart in school?

She shook her head and her hair swirled about her 
face. "Not exactly, I barely made it through high 
school. I liked taking French and Literature classes, 
but was terrible in Math and Science. Did they get 
into much trouble?"

I laughed and said, "Just the usual stuff that kids 
do. Jeanne fussed with Eileen when Eileen could wear 
makeup. Jeanne said when she had to wait until sixteen 
and Eileen wanted to wear lipstick when she was 
thirteen. It was a constant battle for about three 
months. They finally agreed Eileen could wear lipstick 
if she had a date with a boy after she turned fourteen 
and full makeup when she was sixteen. We grounded her 
for a month when we learned she went to Make Out Point 
when she was only fifteen. Oh, and she had one hair 
pulling fight when she was a junior. What about you, 
did you get into much trouble?"

"Mother always said I was a handful, but I only got 
into trouble twice. I was caught when I shoplifted on 
a dare. Father was really angry. I couldn't sit down 
for a week. The other time was when I came home from 
school and had no panties on. I was spanked every 
night for the next three nights and grounded for 
weeks. Did you spank your children when they were 
bad?"

"No, Jeanne and I agreed that groundings and loss of 
privileges worked well enough."

When she went home, I wondered about that 
conversation. The next day she came over and we had a 
late breakfast in my screened in porch. I'm still not 
sure how the conversation got to where it did. She 
told me that Henry spanked her if she did something 
that he didn't appreciate.

I commiserated with her and said that must have been 
embarrassing. She said in return, "Not really, I guess 
I deserved it. I can be quite naughty at times. When 
I'm real bad, he makes me go into the yard and cut a 
switch."

Then she dropped the bomb on me. She pulled up her 
skirt and bent over to show me the marks on her ass. I 
didn't know what to say or do. In my stupefaction I 
asked, "Where are your panties?"

"I'm not allowed to wear any the next day when I get 
the switch."

"But that's horrible. It is abusive. You could have 
your husband arrested."

"Oh, I never would do that. He punishes me because he 
loves me and I love him. Do you know that I would love 
you as if you were my father? If I was naughty, you 
could spank me. It would make me feel better if you 
did."

I spilled my coffee on hearing that. I didn't know 
what to say or do, so I changed the topic and talked 
about her vegetable garden. After a while she went 
home. I wished Jeanne was here. She would have known 
what to do.

***

I didn't see Marilee the next two days and I felt 
relieved although was uncertain as to why I should. 
But my relief didn't last long. Monday she came over 
wearing a cute costume. When I saw her coming I 
guessed she was going to a party later and wanted to 
show it to me.  It was a sexy schoolgirl uniform.

It consisted of a white front button blouse with a 
small royal blue tie, a red plain mini skirt that 
barely covered her privates, traditional plain white 
knee high socks and non-traditional high heels. I 
admired the outfit before I notice the unhappy face 
she wore. Concerned, I asked, "Marilee, what is the 
matter."

"Oh, Daddy, I was really naughty in school today. I'm 
sorry, but I guess you must give me a good spanking."

I lurched in my chair and said, "What?" I realized 
that wasn't the most brilliant utterance. I'd come to 
notice she'd call me Daddy at times and I also 
recalled her conversation a couple of days earlier. I 
decided this must be some kind of weird age play she 
wanted. "Okay, you know what to do."

She nodded, reached under the tiny skirt and pulled 
her white panties down to her knees, tucked the back 
on her skirt into her waistband and lay across my 
knees. I playfully slapped her cute ass cheeks a 
couple of times. "No Daddy, spank me hard like you 
always do."

I wondered about that. Did Henry spank her or did her 
father spank her. I did as she asked and gave her a 
good, firm spanking. Soon she began to cry, "I'm sorry 
Daddy. I promise to be good. Oh, Daddy, it hurts. She 
also began to alternately kick up her legs while her 
hands tightly gripped my ankles.

I watched as her nearly white cheeks turned pink, then 
rose and finally deep red. I paused and rested my hand 
on each cheek. She skin was burning. I stopped and 
said, "There, I hope you learned your lesson. Now go 
stand in the corner until I say otherwise."

She promptly went to the corner, put her nose against 
the wall corner joints and put her hands behind her 
back. Her skirt was still tucked up and her ass was 
bright red. I went to the bathroom medicine cabinet 
and grabbed a tube of first aid cream.  After letting 
her stand for forty-five minutes, I said, "Alright, 
come over here."

I sat down and motioned her to lie over my knees and I 
swore I saw her smile. As gentle as I could, I applied 
the crème to her cheeks and helped her stand up. With 
a smile of my own and maintaining the role, I said, 
"There. I hope you appreciate that I did that in hopes 
you will behave.  What do you have to say for 
yourself?"

"I promise to be your good girl, Daddy."

Then she had another surprise for me. She fell to her 
knees, undid my jeans and fished out my cock. It was 
more than half hard. Before I could think of what to 
say, she had her lips around my cock and began to suck 
like it was a candy cane. 

It didn't take long for me to get a woody. Not that I 
would know what a professional might do, but she 
sucked me the way I think a pro would. I got the best 
orgasm since the last time Jeanne and I had sex. 

She swallowed it all, nearly two years' worth, without 
losing a drop. She sucked me dry before she licked me 
clean. I was thinking it was a good thing I showered 
that morning.

However, she wasn't finished. She kept licking, 
stroking and sucking me until I was nearly hard again. 
Then she got off her knees, went to bend over the 
kitchen table. She turned her head to look back at me 
and said, "I'm ready to be fucked Daddy, nice and wet 
for you."

I figured in for a dime, go in for a dollar. I got 
behind her, dropped my pants and founded her opening. 
I slid right in because of her lubrication. She wasn't 
exactly tight as a virgin, but she wasn't especially 
loose either. She was as good a fuck as she was a 
fellatrix.

Her vaginal muscles clenched and unclenched on my 
cock. I was balls deep in her when I pushed in. She 
wiggled her hips and made little noises. I kept 
humping her and went a bit faster every couple of 
humps. I wasn't going to cum too quickly after that 
blowjob.

I hopefully waited for her to cum. I managed to hold 
out because it didn't take her very long. It was a 
noisy orgasm and she had a couple of more before I 
loosed my load in her womb. Then I realized I went 
bareback.

She was busy using a couple of fingers to clean up by 
excess. She licked her fingers clean while happily 
grinning at me. When done she kissed my cheek and 
said, "Thank you so much, Daddy. You really know how 
to punish your little girl. I have to go now."

She blew me a kiss and went out the door. I couldn't 
think of a thing to say. I must have stood there for 
five or six minutes before I cleaned myself in the 
bathroom. Made myself a cup of strong tea and drank it 
while I sat in the porch and listened to the birds

***
	
She came over the next day in her normal clothes. She 
told me she had an IUD. Then she told me that her 
actual father used to treat her in that manner so 
often that she came to like it and begged me to do it 
whenever she needed it. I agreed, what the hay, she 
was a terrific cocksucker and a great lay.

I soon learned she was even better on the sofa, floor 
or my bed. She came over about once a week in her 
costume, but I fucked her once or twice a week without 
the role play. I began to really enjoy my retirement.

A couple of months later, my pleasure was doubled. She 
brought a friend over who came from the same neck of 
the woods down south that Marilee came from. Her name 
was Cecilia. She was bit meatier than Marilee, had 
long black hair and large, luminous black eyes and 
full lips. 

Cecilia sometimes came over alone in costume for the 
same full treatment of spanking, blow job and a good 
fucking. She was every bit as good as Marilee. On a 
few occasions they came together. Together they wore 
me out completely but happily.

Another difference was that Cecilia would act like she 
was fourteen or fifteen when in costume. I didn't 
care. She was a cute teenager. Between the two gals, I 
had a great sex four or five times a week, but never 
on the weekend. I just hoped that their husbands 
didn't get a transfer before my cock began to fail.

The End

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