The Heat From Within

Chapter 1

It was a rather rainy Saturday afternoon, as Mike was making his trek homeward. He had stopped off to get some fuel in a little town just south of Fresno. He was in somewhat of a rush to get home to Roseburg Oregon. His step-daughter’s 16th birthday was in two days. She was staying at his friends house while his wife was consoling her older sister in Seattle. husband had left her for a 23 year old intern at his law firm. Mike knew the trek home was at least another 14 hours. That would put him home in the wee hours of the morning. He decided to stock up on junk food and energy drinks as well as a quick stop at the McDonald’s drive thru. His next stop would most likely be in Redding. As he left McDonalds parking lot he popped in an old Lynyrd Skynyrd CD. He cranked up Sweet Home Alabama.

He rolled by a girl hitchhiking. Not sure what made him take his foot off the accelerator and apply the brake, no matter, his life was taking a detour. She couldn’t have been more than 16. She was soaking wet. Even though it was late spring, the rain was cold. She was dressed in old pair of blue jeans, a faded “Three Stages of Tequila” t-shirt, and a thin green wind breaker. She was carrying a small dingy back pack. Mike turned off the stereo and lowered the window as she approached. Where you headed? He asked. Seattle. How about you? Just outside Portland. Hop in and get out of that rain, he said as he was gathering up the junk food energy drinks and McDonalds. He moved them to the back seat. You must be freezing. Ahh it’s not that bad, she said trying to act tough. He was driving a late model BMW. No dings very clean inside. She put her bag at her feet. He turned the seat warmer to medium and adjusted her side temperature up a little.

My name is Mike, Mike Barker. What’s yours? Cynthia, Cynthia Truman. You can call me Cyndi. Thanks mister, I really appreciate it. Like, I thought I was never gonna get a ride. Everybody is in a hurry. Like, in a hurry for what I don’t know. Cyndi reminded him of Samantha. He could tell they were close in age. She pulled her jacket off and put her seat belt on. Buckle up for safety she quipped. She pushed her chest out, as if she were trying to look older. The shoulder strap went between her perky breasts. They were shapely, but nowhere near what they will be in a couple years. Mike gently placed his foot on the accelerator and casually got up to highway speed as he merged into traffic. So Cyndi, what’s in Seattle? The Space Needle she laughed. Just kidding. My dad. Like, well he is my step dad. Same thing really. He raised me. Him and mom split two years back. I have been looking all over for him. Finally found him, I think. Lives in Renton just outside Seattle. Been messenging him. He thinks I am 38 and divorced. She giggled. Mike sat there listening, mind wandering in places it definitely shouldn’t be with a 16 year old if she were that. Where’s your mom? He could tell he hit a sensitive topic. I am sorry, I don’t mean to pry. She took a deep breath. No it’s ok. She is like, in jail. (a slight exhale) She would get drunk and abuse me. Last time she broke my wrist. I am a ward of the state. Whatever the fuck that means. Actually, I know what it means, but what it is and what means are two different things. I was placed in Utah foster care program. Don’t know what was worse? I ran away 6 months ago, after my foster dad made me do things. She took another deep breath. It’s not like I didn’t like doing them, but when his buddies would do what they did, they weren’t very nice. (another slight exhale) Oh they would give me money, trying to like ease their conscience. Sometimes lots of money. (a slight smile) I saved up and left. Mike tried not to look horrified.

Listen mister, I just want you to know I really appreciate you stopping. Thank you so very much! Mike said, no problem. Hey, are you hungry? I bought a crap load of burgers. You want some? He reached in the back and grabbed the bag and handed it to her. Help yourself. Her eyes widened. She composed herself and took a burger from the wrapper and began eating. She ate slow and with dignity. After her fifth burger, Mike said where are my manners? He reached in the back seat and grabbed a Monster Energy Drink, opened it for her, and handed it to her. You are too nice. Sorry, she said, most men in my life have been, pardon my language, assholes. Except my daddy. My daddy, he is nice like you. I don’t have much money left, but I wanna like pay you. Her left hand went to Mikes thigh. She gently began rubbing it. I can give you a “tugger”. Her hand seized his growing shaft. My! She exclaimed! Taking her right hand she grabbed his and placed it on her left breast. She kneaded it, encouraging him to knead her tit. Cyndi unbuttoned her jeans and slipped her hand down to her moistening slit. She looked at Mike and said, whip it out. I wanna see it. I wanna play with it. Can I play with it?

Mike was in awe. 30 minutes ago, all he could think about was getting home to his daughter. Now all he could think about was this adolescent beauty wanting to use his hardness as her personal play toy. Taking his hand from her breast he opened his fly. With some uncomfortable bending, he freed his manhood. Cyndi looked in awe. It was by far the biggest she had ever seen and it was still growing. The eight inches was one thing, but it was abundantly thick as well. It was even bigger than daddy’s. She squeezed it. Her small hands barely wrapped around it. His hand went for breasts again. This time under her damp shirt. He pushed the bra cup over puffy nipple. He teased her nipple with his thumb and fingers. Cyndi cooed. She began stroking his enormous cock. Pre cum oozed out the tip. She gathered most it with her fingers and placed to her mouth. Mmmmm! Her left hand went back to stroking, all the while her right hand diddled her excited clit. Her hips were churning. Mike was having a difficult time focusing on the road. Thank God for cruise control. He was slowly passing a semi truck. The driver, well, he got himself an eyeful. Cyndi looked up at Mike and said lift my shirt and show him my tits. Mike obliged. The driver hit his horn twice in appreciation. Cyndi took more pre-cum from Mikes hard cock. Tilting her head back, she erotically sucked her fingers. She winked at the driver and went back to stroking Mike.

Mike was feeling his cum build in his loins. The feel of her soft young tit flesh in his hand further excited him. He told her how good it felt. Yes! Just like that. Keep stroking me. His cum was rising. Cyndi could tell he was close. His ball sack was getting tighter and his shaft was getting harder. This excited her and her hips began to thrust uncontrollably as she frigged herself. Just as she was about to cum, Mike could hold back no longer. He began shooting wads of cum. Cum flying all over, some even hitting the dashboard on Cyndi’s side of the car. His spurting cock triggered Cyndi’s own orgasm. She writhed as she held off her orgasm for as long as she could. Her pussy lips were convulsing. As Mike unloaded his last spurt, Cyndi removed her soaked finger and put them up to Mikes lips. Then Cyndi licked up every drop of cum she could find. Off the dashboard, steering wheel, Mike’s jeans, even the last little bit still in Mikes cock head and shaft. She sucked hard and constant as she stroked out every last drop out with her hand. She looked at Mike and said. I never waste a drop of cum.

Chapter 2

Suzy had been staying at her sisters house for the past week. Ann recently separated from her husband and Suzy was there comforting her. Actually, it was more helping her nephew Randy deal with the separation. He was taking it out on his mother. In fact, Ann was spending a lot of time avoiding Randy. Numerous reasons that ranged from looking exactly like his dad to Randy being a typical 16 year old asshole. It was a Friday night and after Randy devoured the better part of a large pizza, he holed up in his room. Suzy figured he was playing Call of Duty or Grand Theft Auto.

Suzy nestled up in a blanket on the couch. She had picked up 11/22/63 by Stephen King at the Town&Country Market earlier that day. She loved Stephen King and the JFK assassination had always intrigued her. She had her freshly opened bottle of Macallan Single Malt 12 Year old Scotch. She was on her fourth glass when she had to pee. She had gotten into the book and had been postponing putting it down. It was now an emergency. She rushed off the bathroom. Staggering by Randy’s door, she noticed it was cracked open just about two inches. She heard strange moans coming from his room, but was in too much of a hurry to stop and investigate. As she peed, her curiosity was piqued. After flushing, she decided to run a bath. It was getting late. As the bath ran, she had to check out the sounds coming from his room.

Suzy was on 37 years old. While she no longer had her girlish figure and had some squishy features, she was by no means fat. The one nice thing about picking up a few extra pounds, was the weight had deposited in her ample breasts. Her cup size was E and her areolae were tear drop and large. (Larger than a silver dollar). The were also were light brown and she had often thought they perfectly contrasted her milky white skin. Her nipples, when erect were nearly 3/4 of an inch long, and extremely sensitive. She had never experienced having sex with another woman, but her breasts did turn her on. While masturbating she often sucked them.

She crept up to Randy’s door and peeked in. She was shocked! On Randy’s laptop screen was a large breasted older woman. Her legs spread as she fucked herself with a rather large dildo. That was not the shocking part, neither was the fact Randy was masturbating. What was shocking was the size. His cock was almost as long as her husband Mike’s, but not nearly the girth. Nonetheless, it turned her. She could tell he was not only experienced at stroking himself, but he was close to shooting his wad. His right leg was was moving and his tempo was increasing. Then it happened, cum flew everywhere. There was a huge splatter on his upper chest, but the majority was all over his hard belly. Randy, while not athletic, was filling out in his chest and biceps. His abdomen was tight and there was a definite 8 pack. Almost forgetting the water was running, she crept back to the bathroom.

The image of Randy’s long pole firing wads of cum consumed her thoughts. As she soaked she squeezed her tits and pinched her swollen nipples. At first it was both hands, but soon her right hand was between her legs. Her middle finger parting her pussy lips. Sliding back up and down as she rolled one nipple. She stretched her neck and placed a nipple in her mouth. She seductively suckled it in her mouth. All the while her other hand began teasing her clitoris. Her thoughts were on her nephews beautiful cock. Soon she imagined her sucking it, stroking it, cupping his balls. She wondered if he was a virgin. That seemed to turn her on even more. When she was 17 she took a boys virginity, but she herself was not that experienced at the time. Knowing the tricks she knows now, ummmmm. One hand was pushing a nipple in her wanting mouth. First, one, then the other. She often wondered what sucking another woman’s nipple would be like. She liked sucking hers, that was for sure. Meanwhile, her right hand was frigging her clit. Building it up for climax. Her pussy was contracting and releasing. She was building it up yet holding it back. Denying herself. Her pussy would quiver, stop, then quiver some more. Finally, a perfectly orchestrated orgasm rushed through loins as her pussy uncontrollably convulsed. She was far from being done, as her first orgasm receded, she frantically chased a second, a third, and finally a fourth. She lay in the water, completely spent. To get that fourth orgasm out, she had to lightly bite her nipple. It was not bleeding, but it was mighty red. Still buzzing from the alcohol and the orgasmic session she just had, walking was a chore. Staggering on wobbly legs and wrapped in only a towel, she made her way to the guest room.

She plopped down on the bed. She fell asleep on her back. Suzy had a full bush. She kept it trimmed, but no fancy designs. She also waxed her inner thigh every other week. It was a light red that matched her natural hair color, although she usually colored her hair a little darker. She liked more of an amber than her natural strawberry blond. There she lay, on her back. The night light that was on the night stand was on. Soon after, Randy on his way to the bathroom, had seen her light on and door open, crept to the door way. Seeing his aunt naked gave him an instant hard on. Though he had just rubbed one out a half hour prior, he was ready to go. Part of him wanted nothing more than suck on her tits and fuck her, but he was far too shy. Instead, he went to his room and grabbed his phone. He made his way into the room, taking several pictures, he literally drooled. Suzy started to stir, scaring Randy. He went to the bathroom and struggled to pee through his stiffie. He noticed a hand towel on the floor. When he picked it up to put it in the hamper, there were her panties. He picked them up also. Throwing the towel into the hamper, he placed the damp crotch of her panties to his nose. Taking in a deep breath, he pressed the crotch to his face. He enjoyed the lingering aroma of her womanhood. His cock was hard as nails and it demanded release. He flushed the toilet, awakening Suzy. He scurried off to his bedroom for another go. Suzy noticing her plight, got up and shut the door, put on a night shirt and snuggled up in the covers.

Randy again, put the panties to his face, crotch by his his mouth. He started stroking his long cock while sucking her fragrant juices from her pre-loved panties. As he stroked he scanned through the pictures he had taken. He whipped his cock into a frenzy. He could taste her. He visualized himself fucking her senseless. Her tits flopping in rhythm with his imagined pounding of her wanton pussy. He removed her now soaked panties from his face. Placing them in his stroking hand he brushed her soaked crotch against his swollen cock head. In a matter of seconds he was exploding again. He made sure to catch every drop with her panties. After transferring the images to his lap top, he deleted the photos from the phone. Soon, he fell off into a deep slumber.

Chapter 3

Cyndi was most definitely enthralled by Mike’s magnificent cock. She couldn’t get it off her mind. They had both rearranged their clothes and were making small talk. Cynthia asked about Mike’s family. He told her he had a step daughter about her age. She would be 16 in two days. She told him she just turned 16 last month. She thought about what she said. That doesn’t freak you out does it? Like me being under 18 does it? I mean it wasn’t like you forced me to do anything. Besides, most states, age of consent is 16. No no no. He tried to convince himself as much as he was trying to convince her. You are very beautiful and extremely talented. A naughty smile crossed his face as he spoke the word talented.

My daddy showed me what he liked. Taught me how to give blowjobs too. Other things too. She winked sinfully. I can’t help it. I love making guys cum. I mean I really LOVE it. I got in trouble at school once and my foster dad got mad. I gave him a hand job like with you. He wasn’t mad any more. We fooled around a lot. Whenever his wife was gone, he was all over me. I loved it. I pretended it didn’t bother me when he called me a worthless whore, because I love the feel when cum moves through the shaft and it pulsates. I don’t care if it’s in my hand, mouth, pussy, or even my ass. Maybe I am a worthless whore, but when he was cumming inside my throat, begging me to keep sucking, I felt far from worthless. Then he started bringing buddies over to mess around with me. I think he was charging them. They would still pay me any where from $20 to $300. I only got $300 once. I made the poor asshole pop 4 times. Less than 30 minutes. She proudly smiled while innocently turning her body from side to side. Usually it was $20 to $50 though. They were all mean to me. Slapped me. Choked me. Spit on me. Sometimes even kicked me. Then, when they were done, the jerk of a foster dad would call me names as he jerked off over me. I had to get out of that place before I went crazy.

Another deep breath. Can we talk about something else? What is your daughters name? Samantha I said, she goes by Sam. Have you had sex with her? NO! NEVER! Just talking about all this had him getting hard again. It was perverted but the thought of filling Sam up with cum was turning him on. Listen Cyndi, I am getting hungry and we need fuel. Let’s stop and get some gas and a bite to eat. Cyndi blurted out, and a motel? I really need your fat cock in my pussy. I can’t stop thinking about. Besides we both could use a shower and a cozy bed. We might get some sleep, that is, if I can wear out Mr. Happy. She winked again. The inn keeper gave them a funny look, but Mike asked if the room had a blow dryer for his daughter. This seemed to appease the innkeeper as he assured them it did. Cyndi, poured it on, by saying daddy your the greatest, I love you. Then giving him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. She was giggling like pre-teen girl, all the way to the room. After they were in the room, this play acting continued. In the shower, she called for Mike by calling him daddy. Daddy, I need you to wash my bum. Daddy, wash my back. Daddy, wash my pussy. He was actually getting into the whole role playing game. Then she said call me Sam. I am gonna pretend you are my daddy. I want you to pretend I am your daughter. Your virgin daughter! I want you to pretend you are popping your daughters cherry tonight. I will pretend I am a virgin again. My daddy popped my cherry. He was so delicate. It did hurt but before he blew his nut, he made me feel real good. He always called me princess. I won’t tell you how old I was, cause I don’t want you to judge me or my dad.

Daddy, she cooed. I really do want you to wash me. Make me clean daddy. Wash my virgin body. When you’re done I will wash you, just like I was a truly a virgin. Oh my daddy! Your penis is so big. I love you so much daddy. I want you to be the first, it’s so big though. It’s gonna hurt so bad.

Trust me princess. I will be gentle. It might hurt a little but it will feel so good later. Gawd! I just love your titties Cyn, um I mean Sam so much. Can I wash them and play with them? Suck them Sam? They’re are not very big, she said. Not big like mommy’s. They will grow honey. They are still sexy though. He poured some body wash into the ball sponge and lathered it up. He began soaping her puffy tits. Her nipples were big and pouty. Much bigger in comparison to the rest of her breasts. She moaned in approval. Daddy I like that. Clean them good. The shower beat down on her back and as he admired her beauty. Sam, daddy is getting hard. Her eyes widened as she watched it grow with each heart beat. His hand with the sponge ball left trails of soap from her neck to her flat torso. As he made his way to the sparse pubic hair above her pussy, thoughts of throwing her on the bed and pummeling her tight pussy entered his head. No, he told himself his princess deserves a slow sensuous introduction to womanhood. He slowed way down as he began washing her delicate pussy. Careful not to get soap inside her. He lightly rubbed her joy button. She was becoming wobbly, as her knees weakened. Oh daddy, that feels so good. Slide a finger inside daddy. Finger me. Finger my tight young pussy. I want it daddy. I want to feel it inside me. Mike knew his way around a pussy. He went straight for the g-spot. Then he stuck a second finger inside. Her pussy walls gripped his fingers tight as he began massaging her g-spot vigorously. He got down on his knees and began sucking her clit gently flicking his tongue against. Like a spider strumming a web to entice its mate, he strummed her clit. He could feel her orgasm building and just before she was going to lose control, he pressed against her clit hard, orgasm denied. Again he built her up, only to deny her. The poor girl was in desperate need of release. Daddy make me cum. Daddy make me cum. Please daddy please. His cock was full tilt. Ready for battle. Then it happened he had her at the edge of the cliff and this rather than stop, he waged a full scale attack. Both on the clit and also on her g-spot. She bucked uncontrollably almost slipping and falling in the shower. He picked her 85 lb. frame up. His arms cradled her, just behind the knees. She thrust uncontrollably. His erect cock was pointing straight up. Her pussy was dripping wet. She reached down and guided him inside her. She impaled herself onto his throbbing cock. The feel of him completely inside her wanton pussy extended her orgasm. As one orgasmic wave subsided another swooned in. Her pussy was so fucking tight. Mike just couldn’t hold back. She was fucking him. with an uncontrollable lust. Fuck me daddy! Fuck me! Fuck me hard. He began thrusting upward with powerful thrusts. Cum in me daaadddy! Fill my pussy. Fill my pussy. Oh my fucking God! I want your fucking cum. FUCK ME! He sucked on her adolescent titties as he started to cum.