Flying Solo

As much as the desires grew and my fantasies became more and more livid, I was stuck. Like how in the world could I ever convince Shannon to fuck me? For all I knew he might even be offended to know how I felt about him. I mean he might take offense that I'd think HE would be willing to do such a thing. It's another reason I find it so hard to find married men to cheat with - many of them may WANT to do it but their ethics and moral values prevent them from doing so. Like what would happen if I flirted with Shannon and then he told someone else? I shudder to think!

Well, one of the reasons I was so into masturbating about him at this moment was that I HAD just recently taken a risk...

Chapter 3 - Teasing

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My heart was beating a mile a minute. For crying out loud, I felt like I was thirteen again with a crush on one of the older boys in my church youth group. I'd been planning this out carefully, like a hunter checking out his prey in the weeks before deer season. I knew between period two and four that Shannon usually spent time in the teacher's lounge snacking on something. I also know that it was one of the least frequented periods of the day so far as that location went. For the past week I'd passed through quickly, checking to see who was there but it seemed there always one person or another who just had to be there, ruining my plans in the process.

Not so today. The small room was empty so I quickly shut the door behind me and took a seat on a small couch opposite the table he was seated at, snacking on what looked to be a Greek yogurt container.

"Hi! Hope you don't mind me ruining your solitude," I greeted him.

Shannon just smiled. God I loved that smile! How many times has I imagined seeing that exact same smile as I took his dick into my mouth?

"No problem, not like it's my private sanctuary." With that he went back to his yogurt and what looked to be some news app on his phone. CNN?

Silence... I leaned back in the chair and sighed, reaching behind me to push in against my back and then straightening up. Using both hands, I cupped my breasts and gave them a heft or two as if I need to adjust how they were cradled by my stupid bra. Sort of like when men grab their crotch and give it a hitch. All the time I'd deliberately NOT looked at Shannon and then with my hands full of boob I looked up to see him eyeing me. I dropped my hands and pretended to be embarrassed.

"Sorry!" I said with a giggle, "I just HATE wearing bras and this one is REALLY killing me today!"

Shannon just smiled, a Cheshire cat type that gave away nothing.

"Well, thankfully men don't have to deal with those medieval instruments of torture."

We both laughed. I frowned then asked more rhetorically than anything, "It's really not fair you know... students don't have to wear them so why do teachers?"

Shannon didn't answer for a moment and then said, "Well, from what I've always heard, I think most of them WANT to wear one."

Again we laughed together as I replied, "True... true... I remember when I was this age and I was SO self-conscious that most of my friends were wearing one while I was still so flat. Thank God for Kleenex!?

With that his expression flattened a little and I was afraid maybe I'd gotten a little TOO personal. He quickly changed the subject to something he'd read on his phone and that was the end of our first discussion about my boobs - or at least that's how I like to remember it.

Well, THAT didn't exactly go as it did the last I masturbated about it! Still, it was a start and served as the foundation for what was to be a slow but steady journey. Like a hunter on the trail, I worked my way slowly towards my prey, ever careful not to get too aggressive and spook it away. I guess you could say I felt like I was hunting with one bullet - and I needed to make it count!

As I said, it was a start of our teasing about bras. I'd make a show of twisting myself a bit in it and he'd joke about how I really needed to go out and buy some new ones. Sometimes we'd be monitoring the hallways and he'd nod ever so slightly at some girl blatantly showing off her new assets. Who could blame them? I'd have given anything at that age to be able to wear some tight flimsy blouse with my boobs pressing out and nipples poking through. I'd been SO jealous of my best friend Beth who was practically in a B cup while still in sixth grade! She NEVER wore a bra and we use to laugh and giggle after school talking about how some of the teachers use to stare at her chest when they thought she wasn't looking.

It was a while before I had him to myself again, this time at a table in the cafeteria. Glancing around, his nose wrinkled in such a cute way as he asked, "So why DO teachers have to wear bras anyways? I mean I can understand why some of them would WANT to."

We both laughed as I saw him tilt his head towards one of our more matronly teachers. Yeah, her bras had to be industrial strength to keep those monsters in check. I couldn't even imagine how they would hang left on their own!

"C'mon, you know," I sighed, "Same reason I have to wear this granny dress. Can't have the little boys getting all excited now, can we?"

Shannon smirked. "Well, don't take this wrong but I think you could come to class in a gunny sack and they'd be turned on so what's the difference."

"Oh Shannon, that's so sweet of you!" I exclaimed, smiling at him.

"Sorry... that came out before I had time to think about it," he apologized, his face turning a bit read. HE was SO cute!

"Well I took it as a compliment," I assured him but the period was ending and it was back to class.

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God, it WAS like being back in high school again except this time it was ME chasing the boy instead of the other way around. Not to mention that he wasn't being nearly as "easy" as I'd been. I mean it's not most boys had to work very hard to get me to go out with them. Having the sort of rep I enjoyed as the school slut meant never having to spend a Friday night alone!

Along those lines, our next conversation took me a little by surprise...

"I hadn't realized you had been a student here," he casually mentioned.

"Oh yeah, I guess that's one reason I was able to get a position here so young," I answered. It was true, the waiting list for a teaching slot in the district was huge and I knew my alumni status had helped. "So how did you find THAT out?"

Shannon just shrugged. "Oh someone was mentioning it the other day."

That peaked my curiosity. Now how had THAT come up just in some casual conversation? "Oh really?" I came back.

Shannon paused in that way he always did when I could tell he was debating whether or not he should say something. Thankfully it seemed that lately he was coming down more and more of the side of telling me.

"Well, from what I hear... and mind you I'm sure it's just gossip so I hate to even repeat it... but from what I hear you, shall we say, were pushing the dress code yourself back in the day."

"I guess you could say that," I murmured with a smile.

"So no granny dresses back then?" he teased me.

This time I tried to put more of a seductive tone when I answered. "Well, even now they're just for school. I wouldn't get caught dead in public wearing an outfit like this!"

Shannon smiled and I noted his gaze momentarily dropped to my chest before he caught himself.

"Well, I'm sure there's a few places where you do... church and such, right?"

I couldn't help but smile at that. "Like I said, wouldn't be caught dead!"

"Hmmmmmm, maybe I need to start attending church," he joked... or at least tried to make it sound like he was. I took the opportunity to tell him the name of my church and the times I attended. He smiled dutifully.

"Sorry, wasn't trying to convert you or anything," I apologized.

Our time ran out but I couldn't help but wonder if the seed I'd planted would take root. Odds were it was for naught but then one never knows! That following Friday as I passed by him on the way to my car I "fertilized" my seed, calling out to him to remind him about the service on Sunday. He waved and nodded but that was about it.

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When I got home I couldn't get the girls busy and strip fast enough! Flopping myself flat on my back in bed, my hand immediately plunged between my thighs. Dang I was SOOOOO damn horny!

"Mommy, Kylie hit me!"

Crap! I looked over and there was my cute Mia, hands planted on her hips.

"Just get in bed with mommy and don't worry about her," I urged her, anxious to get back to business. She clambered up, dragging her favorite doll and laid on the pillow beside me.

"Now just be quiet and leave Mommy alone for a few minutes, OK?"

"What are you doing mommy?"

The question had nothing to do with the fact I was naked and rubbing myself. She was ALWAYS asking me that question - drove me batty sometimes with it. I'd learned the hard way I couldn't ignore her or she'd just keep asking so the best thing to do was play the "mommy card".

"Just something mommy's do."

Amazingly it still worked - as it did most of the time. I guess so long as she got SOME response she was happy. Whatever the case, she rolled over on her side facing me and held her doll tightly in her little arms as she watched me. Oh well, at least she was quiet!

I closed my eyes and did my best to ignore her which became easier and easier the more I touched myself. Imagine if Shannon met me in church... if we snuck downstairs during the service... if he fucked me in the furnace room just as the boys use to do when I was a teenager in heat!

My free hand cupped my boob - no dang bra and dress in the way this time! My finger plunged into my pussy as I dreamed about Shannon's hard erection filling me. God I wanted him to fuck me so bad! Feel him inside of me, wanting me, his monstrous dick so HARD for me.

"Oh yeah!" I gushed as I came, my orgasm of course cumming just as I imagined Shannon releasing his sperm inside of me, flooding me with the symbol of his lust and desire for me. I felt like I was on fire, sweating now as I kept rubbing myself, trying to drive myself even higher.

"Fuck me Shannon... Fuck me harder!" I whispered to myself, semiconsciously aware of my daughter next to me and the need to control myself at least a LITTLE bit.

I came again! My fantasy Shannon never went soft as he fucked me over and over, cumming inside of me time after time like a teenage stud. My pussy was flooded now with my cum, dripping down my butt and onto the bed sheets as my only thoughts were of how badly I wanted... no I NEEDED him to cum yet again in me. I laid there exhausted, the room reeking of my sex but who cared? Mia wouldn't notice and Steve certainly wouldn't!

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The next day I was picking up some milk and bread at the local Giant Eagle when lo and behold who should I see but Shannon! So far as I knew this was the first time I'd ever crossed paths with him away from school. Dang, and here it was so cold out I was wearing a long winter coat over jeans and a thick sweater. So much for not wearing a granny dress. For once I wasn't wearing bra but he'd never be able to tell.

"Hey, fancy meeting you here," I greeted him with a smile. I don't think he'd noticed me up until then as he seemed startled but he quickly recovered. We compared notes over our purchases and then just as we were about to part I poked him saying, "Don't forget about the service tomorrow... you promised you know!"

In all fairness he had done no such thing but he didn't contradict me. Instead, he just nodded concomitantly and walked away. Sheesh, what did THAT mean?

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Sunday morning and that meant just one thing - daddy time! Yet as much as I looked forward to our weekly ritual, I found myself daydreaming about Shannon as my dad was fucking me - apparently obviously so.

"Damn... you're hot and horny this morning baby," he observed as he easily slid into me as I leaned over the kitchen table with my dress pulled up over my butt. Of course I was sans panties. "What's got you so worked up... couldn't wait to be fucked by your old man this morning, eh?"

We both laughed as he stroked his incestuous erection in and out of his only daughter. I didn't tell him how I'd been playing with myself the whole time as I'd driven to his house... or the reason WHY I was playing with myself.

"Oh daddy... you know I love you to fuck me!" I assured him in my little girl tone of voice I knew he loved as I worked my bare ass against his hairy crotch.

For a moment I debated telling him the real reason. Well, it wasn't like it was the ONLY reason as after all, I DO enjoy having sex with my dad. Still, I had to admit I WAS a bit hornier than usual this morning! I closed my eyes and once again dreamed it was Shannon inside of me only this time it wasn't my fingers pretending to be a cock but rather my own father's hard cock. Mmmmmmm, that made it a whole lot easier to imagine!

"Oh baby girl... daddy's cumming," he announced quite unnecessarily as he thrust himself hard into my ass, driving his cock into me as far as he could as he released his cum inside of me. It wasn't like after him fucking me now for over fifteen years that I didn't know the signs of his impending explosion!

In my mind Shannon's cum flooded me yet again as my dad erupted inside of me. Oh god this felt so much better than just my finger and imagination! I love it when a man cums inside of me, especially when that man is my father. How better could he ever express his love and respect for his daughter than through this most intimate act?

Less than ten minutes later I was taking a seat in our usual pew, my pussy still tingling from the incestuous fucking my dad had given it just minutes earlier. I'd tried to wipe up as much of his cum as possible while it leaked out of me on the way from his house to church but I could still feel a bit under my dress. Oh well, who cared?

Unfortunately there was no sign of Shannon. Damn! He'd stood me up! I squeezed my thighs together making my still sensitive clit throb. What I would have given to sneak off out of sight and show him my father's cum in my pussy! Well, I didn't know at all how he felt about incest so maybe that wouldn't have worked in real life but hey, I was fantasizing so no rules, right?

Throughout the entire service I was distracted by thoughts of being fucked by Shannon. Then as the service ended, who did I see shaking the hand of the pastor ahead of us but none other than the object of my masturbation sessions of late - Shannon!

In the parking lot I saw him ahead of us so I called out to him. He turned and smiled.

"Well, I made it but I thought I'd missed you," he apologized.

I introduced him to my dad and after some small talk we went our separate ways.

"Let me guess... so THAT's who had you so horny this morning, eh?" my dad teased me on the way home.

"Oh daddy, you know better," I tried to defend myself - being about as successful as I had ever been as a teenager.

My dad laughed as we pulled into his driveway. "That's right... I DO know better."

We both laughed and then as he held the door open for me he continued, "Well, since half this morning was evidently about HIM, then I think you owe me," he taunted me.

"Oh daddy," I came back again... it was a phrase I seemed to use a lot with my father.

"None of this?oh daddy? shit," he corrected me as he closed the door behind us, pretending to be serious about disciplining me,?Now strip!"

I laughed and pretended to protest but at the same time was already doing as he ordered. After all, I AM his daughter which means I submit to him unquestioningly.

This time it was all about him...

Chapter 4 - Culmination

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Seeing Shannon in church made me think maybe he WAS more interested in me then he let on. I mean why else would he have bothered to get dressed and attended service at a strange church? Still, it was LONG step to go from meeting him at church to meeting him in bed.

The game had gone on too long as far as I was concerned. Heck with this, I wasn't a silly teenage girl anymore! We were both adults in our thirties so why did we need to keep playing these games? I mean like he HAD to be interested in me, right? I don't mean to sound full of myself but I'd never met a heterosexual man who DIDN'T want to fuck me - not to mention more than a few who weren't necessarily heterosexual. Oh sure they all didn't fuck me - opportunity can be an obstacle no matter what the desire. But since I'd first lost my virginity I really wasn't all that accustomed to being turned down by men once I'd set my mind to having sex with them. Well, Shannon wasn't about to be the first.

That morning I lay in bed touching myself as I made my plans. I rehearsed everything, knowing full well that when push came to shove I'd forget all my lines and make it all up on the spot but that didn't keep me from thinking about it as I masturbated yet again. As I dressed, I was sorely tempted to leave off my underwear. Still, even though I knew that would likely make it almost TOO easy, I decided that I'd better stick to the rules or I'd likely not get a chance at Shannon before I was sent home and disciplined.

Sometime I can tell when I'm doing something right or wrong just by how everything works out. If obstacles keep dropping in your path, maybe second thoughts are needed. In this case, it was like a steam roller was ahead of me, clearing a path. I said a silent prayer, thanking God for giving me the signs that it was OK. Never hurts to have the big guy on your side!

Yes! The teacher's lounge was clear, or least clear with the exception of Shannon. I took a deep breath as I walked in, my resolve steady. It was now or never.

"Hey, how are you this morning?" he greeted me, "Any girls catch your eye this morning?"

We both laughed. It seemed that lately the bra thing had become our private "in" joke. These days I didn't even have to answer, just a roll of my eyes was enough to get my point across. But then I wasn't there to discuss bras, or lack of them, amongst the student population. Instead of taking my usual seat on the couch across from him, this time sat in the chair next to him. Leaning on my elbow on the table, I smiled.

"You know Shannon, we're both adults," I started but he cut in.

"Oh no, now what did I do?" he teased me, putting up his hands to shoulder height like he was surrendering.

"Can you just be serious for a moment," I lightly chastised him. His wonderful smile disappeared but I could see the curiosity remaining in his expression.

I took a breath... well, it was now or never!

"OK... so what would you say if I told you that I wanted you to fuck me?"

His eyes immediately widened and I could hear him take in a sharp breath. He started to smile and answer but then I think he saw in my face that I wasn't joking.

"Are you serious Kelly? I mean REALLY serious??

"I thought I asked a simple question," I said ignoring him, "So let me make it easier for you... Shannon, will you fuck me?"

He coughed and I could almost see the thoughts spinning in his head.

"You ARE serious," he said breathlessly, "But I thought you were married. That IS a wedding ring on your finger, isn't it??

"So?"

He sighed, "Well, that means you're married and your husband would kill me. And if he's the same guy you introduced me to a while back I don't exactly want to piss him off!?

"Quit worrying about my husband and just answer the question... will you fuck me?" I pressed him, licking my lips seductively.

"Here? Now?" he questioned.

That deserved a heavy rolling of the eyes and then, "Of course not silly... someplace a LITTLE more private I would think would be best."

"Ummmmm, Kelly... What the hell brought THIS on?" he asked, obviously trying to stall for time to think, "Some kind of joke or something??