Clarice just needs more and more of sexual feelings, and quickly goes for more contact
Clarice’s aftermath of Saturday morning
It has been now two weeks since l had Bob’s penis in my mouth. And l did not have anything sexual since.
I am realizing that l enjoy everything sexual quite a lot. Maybe a little too much? I watch tv and see a cute actor, it makes me hot. I watch a music video with a cute guy singing, and l am imagining me and him getting it on. This craving is starting to overpower me.
The guys came over to my place recently. It has been a while since all three of them were here. I can hear them talking upstairs and laughing.
It is totally weird now. Two months ago, they were just nice family friends. And now, l sucked one’s dick, and had sex with another. When l was upstairs earlier, they were all smiles. My dad had no idea and was totally clueless of anything that had happened. Quark was all smily, making comments about me, and checking me out. Bob was smiling too, but almost looked shy to look at me. And Jack was also smiling and asked me how l was doing.
Jack asked me if l wanted and come babysit Daniel for the night. I answered with maybe a slight too much excitement in my voice. The men were surprised but Jack knew why l reacted that way.
My mom wasn’t home as she was working, so Sara came over to my place. My dad went to answer the door and l could hear her talking with the guys a bit before she came downstairs to join me.
“Those guys, man... they were flirty!”
“Tell me about it. I guess it might have something to do with me.” And l laughed. Sara laughed too.
We put some music on and I was telling her how Jack invited me to babysit another Saturday evening to his place.
“Will you two do it again?”, she asks.
“I sincerely hope so!”, l replied. Honestly, l have high expectations if we do it again, since the first time, MY first time, was so magical. I am afraid that l have too high of an expectation.
Sara finally confessed to me that my sessions is making her jealous and that she also wants a good man who will treat her right and give her satisfaction. Everything she had before was, sort of, done against her will. Not that she was raped or forced, but she was seduced by these guys into sex, and then it felt too late to say no.
“Maybe l could get it on with one of the guys upstairs...” she said as she giggled. “After everything you shared with me, maybe l could get the same treatment...”
“You truly deserve it. But you need to know them a little more first. Then who knows...” and l winked like a stupid girl at her.
I heard steps coming downstairs. Someone was coming over to go into my dad’s tool room, which happens sometimes, or use our second bathroom.
“Sorry ladies...”, is what my dad said when he headed for the bathroom.
After he came out, he looked into our direction and asked “Everything good Sara? School going well? Home life also?” He is saying that like l am not even there. I tell you, my dad has a crush on Sara.
After all, she is his type. Everything my mom does not have. She is curvy, good butt, really great tits, beautiful green eyes that goes with her semi-long red hair, and a killer smile. Boys like her. Men want her. And to makes matters worse, she is almost always wearing shorts. And to top it off, her top is very tight on her and has a good cleavage. Oh and she does not know it, but she is flirty without realizing it.
“Everything is good. Life at home is kind of boring to be honest. School is okay. It’s just me doing my best, trying to look pretty.”, she replies.
My dad sits on my couch, on the arm rest, next to her. “Oh stop. You are already pretty. A natural beauty...”
Stop flirting with my best friend, dad.
“Thank you, sir.” She always called him sir.
“You’re welcome”, he says. And then he did something l never saw him do before,. He put his hand on her back, leaned in, snd kissed her forehead. Then he got up and went back upstairs.
Sara saw it as a nice gesture, and maybe it is, but l saw it as flirting. I saw it as an occasion to finally touch her after all this time she couldn’t come to the house. Because they used to play-fight and he would hug her too.
“I really needed to hear that.”, she adds as she gets teary. I went over to her and hugged her. Poor thing has been so disappointed in men that here l am getting the best sex of my life (and only sex) by these guys who are caring and such, but all she knew was men taking advantage of her, and her caving in because it is the only affection she knew.
And even though l see it as my dad flirting with her, it helps Sara to know that there is some men out there that truly care for her and truly love her. So yes, she did need to hear that.
“C’mon, let’s go upstairs and see if we cannot steal a few games of cards with them...”, as cards was a huge thing with them.
We all decided to play poker. It is the only fame we all knew. And before you ask, no it was NOT strip. My father was there, remember? But Quark did joke about it that we should play strip. Bob replied to Quark that he just wants the occasion to show his penis. We all laughed. I added back that l don’t think he would have a lot to show. Everyone burst out laughing, including Quark.
“Bravo Clarice, well delivered.”, Quark replies. And then high fives me. The table consisted of my dad on one end, then me, then Jack, then Quark at the other end, then Bob, and finally Sara between Bob and my father. We were playing with peanuts for wager. The guys were drinking beer. We were invited to take sips. I took a few. Sara also. They did not mind as long as it was in our home, surrounded by adults. It was the eighties after all. Sara ended up with her own bottle, l did not.
Here is what l noticed throughout the game night. Everyone had a good time and making jokes. It was a long time since l had not laugh that much. I am not the best poker player. Jack was worse. He would occasionally look at me and give me side elbows when he would tell me a joke. Bob would occasionally stare at me, and stare at Sara. He was more composed. Quark looked at Sara, kept looking at my body (not me). My dad and Sara got along great. Sometimes more than myself and my dad. Every time he laughed, he kept putting a hand on her shoulder. When Sara started getting tipsy from the beer, she put her hand back on his arm. One time, she put her head on him. Jack was out first, and then left afterwards to go home. His ex was about to bring Daniel back soon. I ended up between Quark and my father.
Quark kept looking at my body. Occasionally Bob would slap his arm and head gesture towards my father. Like he was saying ‘her dad’s right there...’ but my father had all eyes on Sara. Up to a point that it got me worried about her, about HIM too! Quark started to touch me in the same way my father would touch Sara. Bob saw everything. He looked at me and l did gesture that it was okay. I let Quark have its fun.
In the end, Sara won. She was so happy, but she was drunk, the poor thing. My dad decided to drive her home (she couldn’t sleep over, remember?) Quark left and Bob was about to leave. We helped Sara in the car. I hope she is okay.
When everyone is gone, l looked at Bob and asked him to come back in. We went back inside and saw the clock. Thirty minutes before my mom is off of work. And maybe fifteen before my dad gets back home.
“What is it Clarice?”
I turned around facing him, came closer, and started unbuttoning his pants. He wasn’t sure how to react. He looked around and then said “we have to make this REALLY quick!”
“Then let yourself come quickly.”, l mentioned as l was holding his penis and getting on my knees. I did not waste time. I chugged the whole thing in my mouth and started pumping. He was enjoying this sudden burst of my sexual appetite. It took about five minutes, max, before he let himself go and his juices were filling up my cheeks. I decided to swallow the whole thing. Not my favourite thing to taste, but under this occasion, l did not really have a choice.
I wiped my mouth dry as he was already zipping up. “You’re fucking amazing!” is the only thing he said to me before he left the door.
Once this was done, l went downstairs to my bed, stripped naked, and double fucked myself with my hairbrushes. I had to come also. But it was not as great as the real thing.
It took 40 minutes for my dad to arrive home. He picked up my mom at work.