Literotic asexstories – Natural Fit by JekyllL,JekyllL
King had taught her the natural order of things – not how things fell into place at its natural pace, timing or fit, but rather how to order things such that it felt natural.
In this instance, Grace wore the correct length of skirt and said all the right things to insure that the night would end up in the back of Garrett’s car. They had gone for a mediocre meal and she kept the conversation tepid at best – it was enough to imply she had better things to do than just talk. When she asked Garrett to park about a block away from the house, he didn’t even question it.
It was a quiet side street, even quieter on a Thursday night. The back windows of his car were tinted. It was perfect. As she closed the back door and turned off the automatic light at the roof of the car, she shot a glance through the back windows. She could see the house from her position, the front facade of it dimly lit by street lights at the end of the driveway. All the windows were dark, but she knew the blinds were not drawn.
Grace didn’t dare study the windows longer. Garrett pulled her onto his lap and she straddled him, her skirt rudely hiked up to her waist, showing off her black thong. They kissed as he ground his hips up against her, pushing his hardness against her. There’s the sound of clothes against skin, of harsh breathing, and of wet kisses in the car. Grace impatiently pulled off her blazer and let him yank down the straps of her tank top. She didn’t wear a bra. He had noticed within a minute of seeing her earlier that evening.
He fondled her chest, nipping at the tops of her breasts then at her bare shoulders, then groaned. “I didn’t bring condoms,” he said hoarsely. He sounded tortured and unbelievably upset at this setback, as if he would beat himself up over it for the rest of the week.
Grace hid a smile. She wondered how many times that voice had worked. Her expression straightened out when she leaned back to study his eyes solemnly. “I’m alright if you are,” she said comfortingly.
He made a sound full of desire and kissed her deeply. They worked awkwardly in the small space to undo his pants and pull It down to his knees, then Grace found herself perched on his lap again.
“I need to be inside you,” he panted.
He pulled her thong to the side, stretching the fabric and rubbed her wet slit along the underside of his cock now freed from his pants. She shifted slightly, took his cock gently into her hand, then fit it at her entrance. He gave a moan and pulled her down, pushing into her in one motion.
“God, you fucking needed this dick, huh?” Garrett said. His hips set the pace. She clung to him, her eyes straying through the back windows to the dark house a block away. Grace imagined the man inside the house watching her in the dark, one hand holding binoculars, the other hand grasping his cock.
“Harder,” she gasped, the image of King stroking himself making her even more aroused. Garrett complied, thinking her wetter pussy was all thanks to his lone efforts.
It wasn’t that Garrett wasn’t attractive. He was one of the most popular guys on campus. It was that Grace knew her standards had been skewed for quite some time now, and Garrett had no chance in meeting those standards – at least, not by himself. But as a part of something… he fits that role quite well.
They were making a good pace together when her phone rang. She flailed around a bit to grab her purse from the front seat, then checked the display. It clearly showed the word ‘DAD’ – she made a show of groaning, turning the phone to show Garrett, then flipped it back to answer it before he could protest. She settled her hips back down, his erection bottoming out inside her.
“Hi daddy,” she said in an apologetic tone. Through the dim light, she could see Garrett’s bemused expression.
“Isn’t it past your curfew?” King’s voice drifted through, all low and gravelly.
“I uh… yeah, we were just taking a little walk after our dinner.” Grace slowly worked herself up and down the cock as she spoke, almost laughing at Garrett’s concentration to not make a sound. “Trying to work off all that food.”
Garrett leaned down and took a nipple in his mouth, suckling it quietly.
“It’s not safe walking around late at night,” King said. She thought he sounded a little breathless. “You should make your way back now.”
“Yes daddy, I’ll be home soon,” she said.
“See that you are,” King said sternly, then hung up.
“Shit, I can’t believe you did that,” Garrett said as soon as she hung up. “Are you gonna go home to your daddy with my cum inside you?”
“Would you like that?”
“Yes,” Garrett’s brows furrowed as he fucked harder into her. “Oh my god, baby. Take my cum. Fucking hell…”
She felt his dick jerk joyously inside her as he emptied his balls as deep as he could. They took a long time extracting themselves from each other. Grace leaned back to show what the dim lighting would show of her pussy slowly releasing his slick cock from its hold. Garrett did little thrusts back in, as if trying to keep more cum inside her.
“You take my cum so well,” he praised her when his dick finally fully slid out. They awkwardly rearranged their clothing in the cramped space. “Do you need me to drive you to the house?”
“No,” Grace said, shoving her tight skirt back over her hips and down her thighs. “It’s right there. Thank you for tonight.”
She gave him one final kiss and walked back to the house, watching out of the corner of her eye as Garrett drove off. When his car was out of sight, she hurried to the door, unlocked it, and slammed it shut behind her.
The house was dark, only lit by the streetlights filtering through windows. Grace kicked off her heels and found her way upstairs, hand steadying her in the dark on the banister of the large sweeping staircase. The master bedroom was at the top of the stairs, one of the double doors already eased open.
King was sitting on his armchair in his robes, his cock sticking out from between the folds. Beside him was a small bedside table that had a pair of binoculars and his cellphone. The huge floor to ceiling windows faced the street and she knew he would have had a direct line of sight to Garrett’s car.
Without a word, she went over to the giant king sized bed she shared with him and laid down on her back, shimmying her skirt back up to her waist. She took her black thong off and cast them to the other side of the bed. King rose from his armchair and knelt down to the side of the bed, grabbing her hips to slide her ass right to the edge in front of him. He gave a grunt of pleasure as the scent of sex hit him.
Then her father leaned down and started eating her out. The giant room filled with the sound of her quiet moans and the rhythmic sounds of King jerking himself off as he tasted her cum filled pussy. He lavished her swollen clit with attention, knowing the exact way to lick and suckle it until her back arched. Grace didn’t purposely keep herself from climaxing with Garrett, it was just something she always did if King got to enjoy her after a night out. For a moment she wondered if that was yet something else carefully coordinated by King.
She buried her fingers into his salt and pepper hair and clung to it as she came. Her body clenched with pleasure and she felt a gush of fluid spill out from her vagina – it was Garrett’s semen that he had jetted deep into her. King must have felt the extra fluid on his chin because he let out a loud groan and moved down her slit to taste her, sliding his tongue into her still spasming hole.
“Daddy,” Grace whimpered. She looked down to see his wide, muscular shoulders moving faster as he jerked himself harder. Her father tongue fucked her as he masturbated furiously, his breathing coming out in harsh pants.
“I’m gonna cum baby,” he moaned before latching on again to her sopping pussy. Then he tensed and gave several loud grunts as he came, his tongue still buried in her.
He sat back on the floor for a few moments afterwards. They could see each other in the dim light. Grace admired the shiny tip of his still erect cock, still jerking to the effects of his orgasm. A short while after, they both cleaned and changed, then reconvened on the large bed and fell asleep together, father and daughter. One of his big hands entwined with hers as she drifted off, and she held onto his fingers as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
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Grace was in a lecture when she got a text on her phone. She had expected it to be Garrett since she’d agreed to another date – or rather she agreed to sleep with him again. But she wanted it to coincide with a time when King would be home and he had been busy with work recently. On nights King was free, Garrett had projects to work on or exams to study for. Grace found it amusing that she was almost playing secretary to these two men.
Instead she found a text from Robert, one of King’s colleagues. Robert was perhaps six, seven years younger than King, divorced just like King. She had picked him out of a crowd during a company party last year and King introduced them. They fucked that night at his hotel room. Robert thought King didn’t know – Grace told her father everything the next day.
Are you free this afternoon? The text asked. I have to drop something off at your house.
Grace smiled and immediately texted her father. King verified that he would be home, and he would be waiting in hiding. Thrilled, Grace responded to Robert with a lie.
Yeah, I’ll be there by 3. Dad’s not going to be home if that’s what you’re really asking.
Robert responded with a winking face and she almost laughed aloud in the lecture hall.
When she arrived home at three o’clock, Robert was waiting for her in the driveway, holding a manila envelope of the documents he ‘needed’ to drop off for King. Grace thought he was attractive, but of course less attractive than King. He also had a good body and a very nice dick – she wondered why he was divorced already in his thirties. It might have something to do with him enjoying a good fuck with a colleague student.
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