1. John's Dream Girl (chapters 1 through 5)


    Date: 3/31/2015, Categories: Fiction, Alien, Blowjob, Erotica, First Time, Incest, Masturbation, Older Male / Female, Rape, Romance, Virginity, Author: rat_race, Rating: 77.8, Source: sexstories.com

    boyish-looking body that no guy in his right mind would ever describe as being "built like a brick shit-house." But then John wasn't exactly a "Mel Gibson" either. He was already at least 35 pounds overweight, with most of that excess fat being deposited around his stomach and waist, in the classic "tire-tube pattern" that middle-aged wives are all too familiar with. He had thick brown hair, which was about the only thing that he had in common with the lady just described in the previous paragraphs. And John was already going prematurely bald. But he had enough hair covering the rest of his body to more than make up for the noticeable lack-of-hair on the very top of his head. He wore brown horn-rimmed glasses, was a high-end computer analyst by profession, and most of the women who knew him considered him to be a nerdy type of guy. Definitely not the type of guy that a woman would normally get the hots for. But since John had money, and all of the exorbitant trappings to go along with it, he also had been blessed with the good fortune of being able to bed almost all of the women that he had ever actively tried to pick up. There are a lot of gold-diggers in this world, and John knew it. And he also didn't give a damn. Because the only thing he ever really wanted from any of those women that he picked up, was the use of their female genitals for a night or two. Of course, he wasn't stupid enough to let them know that fact in advance. Instead, John would always wait until he ...
    had first gotten what he had wanted, before he would finally "spill the beans," and let the woman know that she didn't have a snowball's chance in hell of establishing any kind of on-going relationship with him, or with his money. But tonight, John wasn't feeling particularly horny. And so he wasn't trying to pick up any women, although there were a few of them sitting at various locations throughout the small tavern. Instead, John was lost in his own thoughts and staring into the mirror behind the bar, when the sweater-and-boot-clad, girlish-looking woman approached him. The moment that she sat down beside him, she enthusiastically announced, "Hi, my name's Lisa Chadwick. What's yours?" Oh God, she sounds just like a Talking Barbie doll, John thought to himself. And a Talking Barbie doll was the last thing that John needed right now. Without even looking at her, he dryly replied, "John," and he automatically took another sip of his Colorado Bulldog. He was still lost in his own daydreams and unconsciously shaking his head, when she said, "I'm sorry. I really don't know how to go about doing this kind of thing any more. I guess I'll just go sit at a table or something." "No no, that's okay," he said, still half-way locked into his daydream state. "It's a free country. Go ahead and have a seat." "Are you sure about that?" John finally glanced over at her for a moment. "Look, lady, I don't bite. At least, not very hard. But I am guilty of howling at the moon from time to time. I ...