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Continuing the story of Sam & Jessie.
"Um, what are you doing?" I asked him, confused.
"Taking these off," he told me. "Ah, lift your bottom a little, please."
Like an idiot I did so, finding him whisking my jeans down and off, just as smoothly as you please.
"B-but you can't go around doing things like that," I pointed out, still feeling confused.
"I know I shouldn't but I wanted to," he told me, smiling cheerfully. "Ah, I suppose I shouldn't be doing something like this, either."
Something like this was my panties going the same way as my jeans, leaving me naked from the waist down, bar a pair of socks. I was horrified, hastily crossing my hands in front of my crotch.
"You can't do that," I told him, knowing I was repeating myself but not knowing what else to say. I'd probably come up with a really cutting remark in a few days but that didn't help me right now.
He just laughed at me. At the same time he took hold of my hands and put them next to my sides.
"Don't you do that," he told me, his own hand now resting where mine had been.
It hadn't even occurred to me that my legs were parted and that I was really exposed until his hand slipped between them and he started massaging there. I opened my mouth to tell him he couldn't do that (talk about being stuck in a rut) but he got in first.
"No," he said firmly. "Don't say I can't do this because I am doing it. Just relax and let it happen."
Well, that didn't leave me much to say. I just lay there, feeling somewhat bemused, and Jerry calmly massage my mound. If it had been hurtful or unpleasant I'm quite sure I'd have found a lot to say about the subject but the problem was it felt nice. More than nice. Quite dreamy in fact. I lay still and he carefully and thoroughly massaged me. There was no frantic pawing at me. No trying to claw my top open to get under my bra. Just a gentle motion as his hand rubbed against me, triggering subtle delights deep down within me.
For all that what he was doing felt nice, this didn't mean that I wasn't shocked all over again when he eased my lips apart and a couple of fingers slipped inside me. I gasped and I could feel my eyes opening wide.
"Oh my god," I said very quickly, so fast that it sounded like a single word. "You're going to try and, uh, try to, um. . ."
My voice trailed off, as I wasn't quite game to say, "You're going to fuck me," in case it gave him ideas, even though I was quite certain he already had that idea.
"Try to extend your knowledge of the ways of a man with a woman?" he asked. "Yes, I am."
I have to admit that was the neatest way to say fuck that I'd ever heard, but boiled down to its essence it meant the same thing. Dave's father wanted to fuck me.
"Ah, I don't think," I began, and he interrupted.
"And a good thing, too," he said. "When women think they always make wrong decisions. Far better for you to just go with what the man wants."
"What?" I spluttered. "You - you arrogant. . ."
Words failed me. He laughed and winked at me.
"Don't mind me," he said, still laughing. "I just couldn't resist."
With that he leaned over me and kissed me. Oh, boy, an older man and the father of a friend or not, Jerry certainly knew how to kiss. He didn't try to hold me down or anything, just using his mouth to tease me. I couldn't help but kiss him back.
I promptly found out why he wasn't trying to hold me in place or anything like that. He'd needed his hands to undo his trousers. He suddenly moved over me and I could feel his cock pressing against me.
I started going, "Mmm, mmm," and hitting his back, and that was a lot of use, wasn't it. I could feel his fingers easing my lips apart and then his cock started pushing into me. I did some louder, "Mmm, mmm," and some more hitting and his cock started sliding deep into me.
Deeper and deeper he went, filling me up, stretching me, taking me.