The Incident With Denise - Pt 1

The Incident with Denise - pt 1

By - Jan 29, 2011 - From story- series. Sex Story Series - Views - 12200 I had just turned 42 when I lost my wife. She was riding home from a volunteer activity in another town nearby when a drunk driver swerved onto the wrong side of the road and plowed into their car head-on. Her friend Angela who was driving, never had a chance and died on impact. My wife Sheila made it to the hospital and was able to hang on for several hours before she slipped into a coma and died.
For four months I felt like my life was over and there was no reason to carry on. What was I going to do? I went to work in the morning, did my job and then came home to a lonely house and my TV each night. On weekends I sat inside. I didn't go to games with my friends or mow the lawn or tend the roses. I just stayed alone and thought about how much I missed my wonderful wife.
Our daughter Cynthia came home from college after school was out for the summer. She immediately took over the house and tried to get it back into shape. It seems that I hadn't been much interested in doing housework either so she spent a full two weeks cleaning and straightening and doing all the things that I hadn't done since Sheila died.
Cyndi's best friend all thru high school was named Denise. She had been around our home almost as much as Cyndi those last four years and she was treated like our own daughter. What a pair they made. Cyndi was built like her mother. She had long wavy brown hair that turned auburn when the sun hit it just right. Cyndi stands 67" and weighs about 125 lbs. Nice round hips and ass lead up to a curvy waist and then flow smoothly upward toward her rather large breasts. And oh those breasts are something! Like her mother, Cyndi has large round boobs that have just enough sag to let anyone who is looking know that they are definitely real and natural. Her long wavy hair flows around her face and accentuates her lips and sparkling brown eyes. Cyndi isn't exactly a sex goddess, but she does turn heads when she walks by.
Denise is almost Cyndi's opposite in so many ways. Denise is short at barely 5 ft tall and she is only 95 lbs. She is tiny in most other respects too. Short blond hair that is cut in a pageboy style around the wire-rim glasses she likes so well that cover her sparkling green eyes. Where Cyndi's boobs are large and round, Denise has a small set of 33" ones that are maybe a B cup. Her waist is tiny and her ass is tight and small. When you see Denise the word 'mini' comes to mind. Unlike Cynthia who had to leave our town to go to a big-time university, Denise had elected to stay here and attend the local college where she was majoring in Computer Science and Information Technologies. The other major difference with Denise is in her eyes. Her eyes are always sparkling with a mischievous look that tells you she is about to get into some sort of trouble. That and her ever-present smile make her a real pleasure to be with almost anytime.
Last Wednesday Cyndi came into the den while I was watching TV at night. I had been channel surfing since there wasn't much on and finally just turned the thing off. She sat down alongside me and started to talk.
"Daddy, can we talk?"
"Sure sweetheart. What do you want to talk about?"
"Dad", she said, "you just can't keep going on like this."
"What do you mean honey?"
"Dad, you need to get back into life. Mom is gone. I miss her too and I can only imagine how much you miss her, but she is GONE and now we need to go on. That's what Mom would want us both to do. Go on and live our lives."
"You're right honey. We need to do that", was all I could think of to say right then.
"No dad", she said as she stared straight at me. "I mean it. We need to move on and YOU need to try and find another woman."
I just stared at my beautiful daughter as if she had said something incomprehensible. In truth she had. I couldn't believe that Cynthia wanted me to go out and be with another woman. It was too soon wasn't it? Sheila had only been gone for, what, 8 months now. No, it was almost 9 months.
"Look Dad, my darling girl whispered, "It really is time for you to move on. I can't stand to see you this way. You need to go out. Hell, you need to have some sex." Now I looked at my 20 year old girl and couldn't say anything. I opened and closed my mouth several times but nothing came out. I didn't know what to say or how to say it. I was totally stunned. Cyndi saw the look of total astonishment on my face and decided it was time to quit for now. "We'll talk more about this later Dad, but I want you to seriously think about what I said, Okay?"
In fact she was right. I did need to move on and I realized suddenly that one of the things that had held me back was the thought of what would my lovely Cynthia say if I saw another woman? Would she get mad? Would she hate me? Or worse? As I sat there and mulled over her words I felt like a great burden had been lifted off of my shoulders. "By gosh I think I will go out!", I thought. "Hell, I might even find a lady who would consider bedding this old man."
Cyndi had gone off to bed and I noticed her light was already out. I was sitting watching some old movie when I heard Denise come downstairs and go into the kitchen. She got a glass and then some juice. Then she walked over and leaned over the couch to see what I was watching. I couldn't help but notice her scent. The smell of her hair while it was close to my face and the tiny whiff of her perfume was having an effect on me.
"Come around and sit down honey", I told her. "We can watch the end of this movie together."
Denise casually walked around and sat cross-legged in the arm chair to my left. I couldn't help but notice that her nightshirt had moved up her legs and she was showing quite a bit of leg. To say this was distracting would be an understatement but I tried very hard to not look and to just watch my movie.
After about ten minutes Denise got up and went back to the kitchen. I heard her wash out her glass and then she returned. This time though she walked around and sat down on the couch next to me. She snuggled up to my side and put her head on my chest with her legs over the arm on her side.
Oh no. Now when I glanced down I could see right down the front of her nightshirt. Denise seldom wore a bra. She didn't need one. Her B cup titties were always firm and stuck straight out from her chest. I couldn't help it. I was staring down at her chest and thoughts were running through my head; thoughts that I should never have. Hell, this girl was the same age as my daughter. What did I think I was doing?
"Do you like my breasts?" she asked quietly. Oh god, I'd been caught. I could feel the blood rising in my face as my embarrassment grew. I looked up enough to see Denise's lovely green eyes were looking into mine. At some point her glasses had been removed and now her eyes captured mine and held them in her stare. Then the totally unexpected happened. Denise slowly smiled and as she sat up her smile grew bigger. With one effortless move Denise whisked the nightshirt up over her head and dropped it on the floor at our feet. Then she turned directly toward me and stared into my eyes.
"Well?, she smiled easily. "Do you like these tiny little tits or not?"
When I didn't answer her this time she just snuggled back into my chest and pulled my arm over her shoulder. As I sat there wondering what to do she pretended to be watching the TV but her tiny hand was soon pulling my half-willing one down to cup her breast.
"See, that's not so bad is it?" she quibbed and snuggled even closer to me. My mind was racing like a greyhound after a rabbit. What was going on here? What did she expect me to do? Was she just teasing? Or playing with me? No. Definitely not playing. That was never her style.
"Uh, Denise honey, what are you doing?" I asked. Are you really trying to torture me or did you have something in mind?"
"Oh I've got something in mind alright. I've got something big in mind and I'm really hoping to get you thinking the same way." Now her tiny hand was in my lap and carefully working at the zipper on my jeans. Before I could think of anything to say, she had eased my rapidly growing cock out of my boxers and up thru the opening in my pants. Now she was gently playing with it in her hand. With the TV forgotten I looked down to see her pixie smile as she lowered her head and licked just the tip of my hard member. I swear it was like electricity. The shock made my muscles tighten and my head fall back. In no time she was licking and slurping away on my willie like it was a big ice cream cone. Next she slid off the couch and kneeled down in front of me. I looked deeply into her eyes and asked her if this was really what she wanted to do. In answer she reached up and grabbed my jeans and slid them all the way off of me. My shirt followed the jeans to the floor and my boxers landed on top of the pile.
"Mr Baxter I've wanted to do this since I was 15, " she said. "Didn't you ever wonder why I spent so much time over here with Cyndi? I mean besides our being friends. I'd get all hot and wet just thinking about what I wanted to do with you." And with that her head went back down and her wonderful small mouth engulfed my hard- on.
I didn't know what to say or do. I looked down at this petite girl as her head moved up and down in my lap. Involuntarily my right hand moved out and started caressing her hair as she worked at getting deeper and deeper onto my hardening manhood. Then my left hand slid down gently and cupped her tiny breast as she raised up to accommodate my searching hand. Her tiny nipple had become rock-hard as my fingers found it and started to twist it ever so gently. A sigh that was almost a moan escaped from her lips as she felt the nipple being pinched.
"Harder", she mumbled between strokes up and down on my cock. "I really like it kind of rough you know."
"No, I didn't know" I assured her, but I was more than willing to please her now so I started to pinch and twist in earnest. I felt more than heard her moans now as she worked on my hard member. She would relax her mouth and slide down along my hard cock and then tighten up her lips and suck as she slowly raised her head. Gawd this little girl could suck a cock.! I hadn't had any sex in a long time and I knew I wasn't going to last very long with her doing that.
"Denise, if you don't stop that soon you are going to make me cum'" I whispered and Denise raised her head and let my hard cock slip from between her warm moist lips.
"Mr. Baxter are you a one-shot wonder or do you recover?" she asked. I didn't know what to say so I just told her the truth.
"Honey I can usually recover and go again in a short while but remember it's been awhile since I've done this and I may not recover as quickly as I used too."
By now her head was back down in my lap and she was working on my hard-on even better than before. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. As my hand went to the back of her head I started to run my fingers through her short blond hair. At this point Denise slid off the couch and, without ever losing my cock from her mouth, she arranged herself so she was kneeling in front of me. My pulse was starting to race now and the combination of the marvellous sensations and the taboo of doing this with a young girl were both going to my head.
"Denise honey I wasn't kidding, " I moaned. "If you don't stop I'm going to cum soon and really give you something to swallow.!"
Denise only moaned and redoubled her efforts. Now my hand was wrapped in her hair and I was using it to drive more and more of my throbbing dick into this young girl's mouth and forcing it into her throat. The fire started to swell my balls and I could feel the excitement as my cock swelled in anticipation. She must have felt it too because just then she took a deep breath and drove her head down further into my groin. I felt her head move from side-to-side as she forced my cock past her tonsils and deep into her throat. That was all I could stand. Her nose was now buried in my pubic hair and she was using her throat muscles like swallowing to keep the sensations going on my cock. With my hand holding her head so she couldn't pull off even if she wanted too, I let go of what little control I still had and shot an enormous load of my man-cum straight down her throat and into her waiting tummy. In less than a second another huge load followed the first and I found myself stabbing in and out of her throat as my hips pistoned and drove my relentless cock even deeper into her face.
Finally, when the last drops fell from the tip of my cock I released my hold on her hair and she was able to raise up enough to breathe. My head fell back on the couch and my heart raced as I tried to get my breath and stop the world from spinning.
"You were right Mr. Baxter, " she quibbed. "You DO cum a lot. Now I sure hope you were right about being able to recover fast....!"