Truly Irresistible

I pulled back and drove into her again. Sarah's nails raked my back. Her eyes lit up in what could only have been exhilaration.

"God, right like that!" She hissed.

I slammed into her with slow calculated thrusts. Sarah pulled at her hair, shook her head, and barely kept from crying out in pleasure. I was relentless, but she seemed to love it. It was so surreal. My cock felt like a metal rod. I was beginning to feel the first stings of a swelling orgasm.

Sarah's took me by surprise. I felt her tensing, and before I knew it she was clenching, grinding, and squirming under me. Her lips burst open in another uncontrollable moan. I fell toward her and covered her mouth. Her hands clawed at me. Her thighs would squeeze shut, then open as she pressed her pussy upward, swallowing my cock deep.

The energy seeped from her body. Her breath gushed from her nostrils over my knuckles. With a nervous look toward my open door, I took my hand away to let her breathe fully. I studied her. Sarah looked so relaxed, so beautifully satisfied. I couldn't believe I had made her cum. I'd nearly forgotten what it felt like.

"That... was... amazing," she whispered between breaths.

I licked my lips. There was a dull ache in my balls. I was about to continue thrusting when I felt Sarah pressing me away gently. When I climbed off of her, my stiff cock slid from her saturated pussy and bobbed free. I stood, my chest heaving and covered in sweat, beside the bed. Sarah sat up on the edge of the bed. She jerked my boxers to the floor and grinned up at me.

I jerked when she stroked my throbbing slimy dick in her fist.

"I want you to bend me over, Dave."

I watched her plant a wet kiss on my engorged tip.

"I want you to bruise my fucking ass."

I ground my teeth together when her tongue stud flicked under my shaft. Her deep hazel eyes twinkled up at me. She laid my cock on her cheek while she swirled her tongue against my balls.

"And I want you to cum on my ass. You'd like that wouldn't you?"

All I could do was nod. Sarah released my cock and spun around on the bed. She bent low on her knees, placed her cheek to the mattress, arched her back, and stuck her ass high in the air. For several seconds, I was petrified. I stared in awe at her the round mounds of ass cheeks. I traced the lines of her pink panties that hugged her flesh tightly. A familiar sense of guilt and caution surfaced within me. It was drowned by the venomous lust that pumped in my veins.

I stepped behind Sarah's ass. Turning, I looked toward the hall. All was silent but for my heavy breath. Looking back at Sarah, I couldn't believe what was happening. I reached up, grabbed her panties, and peeled them down to her thighs. They stretched thin from her spread legs. My cock was jumping as I neared the heat of the crack of Sarah's tight ass. I saw her open lips and the tiny starburst of her asshole.

It took the smallest push and my swollen head eased into Sarah's pussy. I felt her back herself onto my cock. When her ass cheeks pressed into my waist, it felt like my dick was in her stomach. Sarah felt it, for I heard the slow gasp of air escape her lips. I throbbed inside of her and I saw her fingers digging into my bedsheets.

Sarah started before I did. With a twist of her back, her ass cheeks popped up and down. I sucked in a breath and tried to keep my balance. Watching the snap and crash of her cheeks was enough to revive the burn of my orgasm. My hands shot up to her ass and clutched the soft flesh tightly. Then, I joined Sarah's motions.

Squatting slightly, I rammed myself into her. Sarah turned her face down into the bed. I could hear how loud the smack of our flesh was, over and over. I just didn't care anymore. It was too hot. My hips slammed her thighs and each time, I felt my balls brush the taught fabric of her panties. My cock plunged deep into her pussy. Her ass cheeks jiggled with my every violent thrust.

It was the sound that did it. I heard Sarah moaning loudly into the bed, her cries muffled by the mattress. Yet her ass still popped up and down, meeting my thrusts with a thunderous clap. My legs were getting weak just watching it all. I felt the hot pressure building in my shaft. I blinked as my vision blurred.

My only remaining senses came to me and I pulled my cock from Sarah's pussy a single motion. Right as I did, I saw my purple tip erupt. A ribbon of cum landed on her left ass cheek. I squeezed my shaft between my thumb and finger, pulling it from base to tip. My knees locked and my breath became a stutter. After several squirts, Sarah had my cum running down between her ass cheeks. She gave her ass a shake. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

All energy had escaped me. My spent cock throbbed weakly, dangling limp between my thighs. I was staring down at Sarah's bent form, at the peaks of her round ass flecked with drops of cum... my cum. That was Sarah, Julie's friend. That was the girl I had fantasized about so many times. I was overwhelmed, but I couldn't decide whether it was from satisfaction or shame.

Then, she was on her knees on the bed in front of me. Sarah looked exhausted, but still incredibly hot. Her brown hair clung to her forehead and cheeks. Her eyelids drooped over caramel candy irises. When she placed her arms around my neck, her breasts lifted and wobbled before pressing against my chest.

Sarah placed a gentle kiss on my lips. For a second I stood rigid, almost flinching from her touch. Eventually, my arms snaked around her small waist and pulled her close. When our lips parted, Sarah studied me with our faces only inches apart. Something in her eyes made my cares and worries fall away. Something about her touch made my every muscle feel alive and whole again. Gone were the aches in my knees, and I felt a different kind of heartburn. With such a delicate creature in my arms, I felt like the beast I had been in my youth, full of raw energy.

"You're pretty incredible, Mr. Harris."

I scoffed. "Me? I think I'm the lucky one here."

Her smile turned my legs to noodles. "That's sweet."

Something in her face changed then. It was so unsettling that my breath hung in my throat. The light seemed to escape the room.

"I... I know you probably think I'm a whore," Sarah whispered.

"N-no, Sarah--"

"I know I probably shouldn't have put you through all of this...."

"Sarah... it's, it's fine, I should have--"

"....But I haven't stopped thinking about you lately."

I blinked. Had I heard her right?

Sarah bit her lip. "It used to be like... a tiny crush. Just a silly fantasy. You always seemed so lonely, too. Now I want you all the time. I keep dreaming up these reasons to come over here with Julie...."

Sarah's eyes fell to the floor. I was speechless. It felt like some kind of trick. It had to be. There was no way this sexy young woman was falling for a man past his prime with salt and pepper hair.

She shook her head. "I'm sorry, Mr. Harris."

I still had trouble deciding if Sarah using my first name or last name was better or worse. I was distantly thinking about it and all she had just told me as she found her shirt and started to clean herself off.

"W-wait," I whispered, as loud as I dared. "You wanted to see me? To... to do what we've been doing because--"

"Kinda dumb, right?"

"What? No, no, it's not," I said reaching for her. "It's just really hard to believe. I mean, I thought I was the one getting the lucky end here."

Sarah grinned. "You were."

I watched her climb from the bed to stand near me.

"And I was, too."

Sarah placed a single palm on my chest. I saw her lip tremble before her tongue stud snuck out to roll across it. Even this absentminded little habit of hers made my heart swell. Her mouth opened as if to speak.

"I... I think I'm in...."

I saw her flush with color as she trailed off. She blinked and looked up into my eyes. Uncertainty and excitement collided inside of me, twisting in my chest like battling hawks in an empty sky. I knew the words she had almost said.

"Sarah?"

"I should be going," she whispered with a reassuring nod.

Sarah turned and headed for the open door. She held both hands over her topless body.

"Sarah!" I hissed. I knew I had to stop her but I didn't have a clue what to say. "Sarah!"

She pulled the door to behind her, but smiled to me. "Goodnight, Mr. Harris."

When I was alone, I must have stood for half an hour naked and confused, with a dripping cock and a gaping jaw. I should have said something. I was in such shock and awe that my brain was scrambled. The words still hadn't even formed in my head. What was I supposed to say? What was the answer?

****

Julie was sitting at the table when I slipped into the kitchen wearily. She didn't look up from her phone that she swiped or the egg white omelet she was slicing with a fork. Alarms of panic were ringing in my head, but I held myself together. I had to act normal. I wasn't even sure what that was anymore.

"Morning dad," Julie said. "Made you some eggs."

"Runny yolks?" I asked.

She made a face at me.

I smiled. "I know, you got it covered."

I went about fixing myself a plate of toast and eggs. My body felt warm and vulnerable. I could still see and hear my thighs colliding with Sarah's ass. My daughter had to have heard that. A sweet familiar aroma filled my nose.

"Coffee too, huh?"

Julie glanced at me. "Yeah I actually made that for me. Didn't sleep too well last night."

I nearly spilled the coffee as it poured into my cup. A shiver stood my hairs on end and crawled down my spine on spidery legs.

"Do you have a class this morning?" I asked, changing the subject.

My daughter shook her head and yawned. "No, but I go into work in a little while. That new girl didn't show back up so Bobby called me in."

"Oh."

I set my plate on the island and mopped up some yolk on a piece of toast.

"I'm borrowing your car today, remember?" She added.

"Yeah, that's fine honey. I'll take the truck to work."

Julie rubbed her eyes groggily. "Crap, man, I'm really dragging this morning."

I didn't look at her. "I can't tell. Breakfast made and Facebook status already? You seem right on time."

"The gym really did me in. I would have thought I'd be out when I hit the sheets."

I decided not to obviously avoid the topic and possibly arouse suspicion. "Bad dreams then? Or was Sarah hogging the bed?"

She shook her head. "No. I think it was mostly the sound of you guys fucking."

The next swallow of egg went down hard. A jolt of shock hit me, but I tried not to show it. Calmly, I chuckled and took a bite of toast. Julie was staring at me intently.

"That must have really been a bad dream then," I added.

Julie studied me. "Guess I must having been dreaming when she came in sweaty and half naked in the middle of the night. Or when I woke up this morning and saw her wearing one of my shirts because hers was on the floor all filthy."

I couldn't look her in the eye. My mind reeled as I searched for another excuse or diversion of truth. The hesitation was answer enough. I stuttered once, but under my daughter's steel gaze, the words fluttered away like moths. Julie silently sipped her coffee but still her eyes were fixed on me.

"I don't know w-what to say," I muttered. I stared down at the eggs on my plate. "Julie I'm... I'm so sorry, I... we just--"

"Dad," she said holding up a hand. Her eyes were closed and a small grin-- or a grimace-- formed on her face. "Relax, I'm not gonna ground you or anything. You just don't have to lie to me."

I was petrified as Julie stood and made her way to the sink with her dishes. The suspense was about to crush me. I had to say something.

"Julie it's not what you think," I managed to say. "She... I mean we both just...."

I heard her snicker and I turned to face my daughter. She was leaning on the counter beside the sink.

"It's not a big deal, Dad, and I'd rather not hear details."

I stared at her dumbfounded. "You're... not upset?"

"Well yeah, of course I was, to begin with. I mean you and Sarah? That's weird as hell. And I was pretty pissed at Sarah when she told me."

"What?" I nearly shouted the word. "She told you about it?"

"Uh-huh," Julie replied. "But I've had a lot of time to come to grips with it."

I shook my head in confusion. Julie raised her eyebrows.

"Sarah's never said anything?" Julie sighed. "She showed up at Tamara's party a while back and got like, pretty... wasted. She was a mess. She wouldn't talk to me much, but she was crying and blabbering to Tamara about you. When she finally did talk to me, she apologized like a million times. I wanted to choke her to death."

I remembered the day when Sarah and I had first had sex. It had happened so quickly and seemed like one blurred exciting rush. I also remembered how stern I had been with her afterward.

"W-why was she crying?" I asked uneasily.

"Because you were an asshole to her," Julie said bluntly. "Because she was drunk. Because she was terrified of what I would do or say. And because she told us she was in love with you."

Hearing that was like a splash of freezing cold water to the face.

"What?"

Julie sighed. "I... was pretty pissed. I could have killed the bitch. I even thought about moving to the dorm or something. But I couldn't get her out of my head, the way she had cried that night, and the way she had talked about you. She was a wreck. No one heard from Sarah for like, three days. I went to see her and she... kinda laid it all out for me."

I could only stare at my daughter. Julie hesitated, picking at her nails and blinking rapidly.

"Sarah isn't even the same Sarah anymore, Dad," Julie told me. "She doesn't party as much, she doesn't hang out with guys anymore, she doesn't even talk as much like she used to. Now when I see her staring off all the time, I know who she's thinking about.

"That made me really think, too. About you... about how you've done everything for me for so long, without any help. I could've stayed mad at you, but I just don't think that would have been fair. Dad, you... you haven't been with anyone in almost fifteen years."

Julie chuckled nervously and made a face. "It's really, really weird that now it's Sarah, but... it's kinda sweet in a way. Like a talk show kind of sweet, but still sweet."

I couldn't hold back my laughter. I'd never felt so awkward in my entire life. My head was still spinning from what my daughter was telling me. Each piece of the puzzle had come together to form a completely different picture than I had ever assumed.

"Dad, Sarah's in love with you."

I looked up at my daughter. "I... that's insane. I don't know what to do, Julie."

Julie shrugged. "That's up to you guys, not me."

I grinned and shook my head. "I can't believe you're handling it this way. Whose child are you? What country are you from?"

"I'm my father's daughter," Julie said with a smile. She came close and placed a kiss on my cheek. My heart couldn't find a pace to hold itself together.

Julie's lips tightened and her brows wrinkled. "Um, you guys are not allowed to have sex when I'm home ever again. I gotta get ready for work."

I watched Julie walk away and the embarrassed smile on my face spilled forth laughter.

****

"Home by ten, Dad!"

I shook my head and laughed as I shut the car door.

"You don't get to lecture me, kiddo," I said into the phone. "I let you slide way too many times."

"Well I got my wild side from somewhere," Julie retorted. "Oh and don't let her have dessert. We're supposed to be dieting together."

I rounded the car and passed my keys to the valet. "She'll get whatever she wants tonight, honey."

"Ew! That means too many things, Dad!"

I laughed. "Sicko."

"I gotta go, old man," Julie said giggling. "You guys have fun. Love you!"

"Love you, too."

I slipped the phone into my pocket and pulled open the passenger door. She stepped out slowly and my world was alight once again.

She must have spent three hours on her hair and it had paid off. Streams of chocolate flowed down beside her cheeks from the elaborately woven palace of hair atop her head. Every part of her glowed, from her smooth bare shoulders to her long sexy legs. The yellow dress hugged her every curve like a glove, cupping her breasts and ending tastefully above her knee.

Sarah's eyes finally rose to meet mine, and her hazel irises were shone like blooming flowers in an early summer sun. The colors of shadow and blush blended all too beautifully with her copper toned skin. I had trouble breathing when she smiled brightly at me. She licked her teeth habitually, and I noted the absence of a particular item of jewelry. The only piercings she had donned were the dangling golden charms on her ears.

Sarah looked past me. "I've never been to a place like this."

I turned and examined the huge restaurant as the valet pulled away with my car.

"Me neither," I said.

I smiled at her and she grinned back. She furrowed her neatly waxed brows as if she was thinking.

"Actually, I don't think I've ever had a first date."

I shrugged. "I don't remember my last one."

Sarah took my hand delicately.

"We're fucking hopeless," she said.

I gave her a look over. "You're irresistible."

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...Yeah I don't know where that came from either. Thank you guys so much for reading this story and sticking with it. Love it or despise it, feel free to curse me below either way.

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