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Tempting Touches: Kendi’s Heart

Going into Kendi meant comforting her heart

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Working out with muscles burning and lungs sucking air always made me feel like I was entering a pleasurable dimension, even after leaving the weights outside and meandering into the house, drinking water in the kitchen, and heading to the bedroom shirtless.

I had toweled off and now it was time to shower.

My heart skipped a beat when I passed by Kendi, pulling laundry from the dryer, wearing a cropped T-shirt that barely covered her breasts and nylon shorts that flowed nicely over the curve of her ass.

“Hey, Daddy.”

“Hi, Doll.” I noticed her mood, a bit somber. “Sorting through clothes?”

“Yeah.” The way she bent with her back arched caught my eye and fueled my insides.

I was transfixed by my stepdaughter, a young woman heading to college who had found ways to overcome past hurts with her birth dad who had decided to disappear from her life. Her hair flowed wonderfully over her shoulders and when she stood, the silky strands framed her breasts. My cock responded.

“Well?” She stuffed the clothes into a laundry basket.

“Well, what hon?”

“Are you going to miss me?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Then why haven’t you said it?” She took the basket. A panty fell from the load, and I bent over to pick it up, so smooth and delicate, much like Kendi’s heart.

“I, uh, I’ve thought about it.”

She carried the basket quickly to her room and I walked after, carrying the lacy thong. Despite the tension I knew how incredible she looked wearing this flimsy fabric and how it enhanced her beauty.

“Kendi, darling, I’m sorry.”

She headed into her room, laying clothes on her bed and I continued my defense.

“You were with Matt last night.”

“Don’t remind me,” she said.

“Why, what happened?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Her tone made it sound like, yeah, she did want to talk about it.

“Oh? Then let’s talk about it,” I sat on the bed.

“Let’s not. I just said that I — ”

“Yeah, I know. But sometimes that’s the best time to talk about something, otherwise you just carry resentment with you and it gets worse, like an open wound that won’t heal.”

She took a short skirt, folded it, and laid it in the open suitcase on top of the dresser. “He took me out, and we were making out in the car, and had me undo his jeans, and I was excited, sucking his cock, he fingered my hair, and said — oh, never mind.”

Her face turned a slight reddish hue.

I could tell she was hurting and wanted to soothe her so badly. “I am going to miss you. I figured your mother and I would visit you at Watomah soon. It’s only a few hours away.”

She wiped her eyes. “Maple Grove might as well be a million miles away.”

“What did Matt say to you?”

Kendi flopped onto the other side of the bed. “He said, ‘Your mouth’s a whole lot easier to fuck than your pussy. I’d really love you if I could have both.’”

The comment floored me. How awful to hear it from your boyfriend. “I’m sorry.”

“Are you?”

“Yes, I am. Come here, hon.” I patted my lap.

She hesitated but finally moved away from her side and made her way to me, perching on my legs.

Kendi had seduced me weeks earlier and after long talks with Brenda about what Kendi was really wanting I took her in my arms, kissed, and, as she took my cock, told me that she was tight.

I was patient, struggled to hold my arousal, but slipped my cock into her pussy so she was comfortable. Chalk it up to experience.

Certainly, a guy my age says stupid things to whoever his partner is but the whole relationship was incredibly delicate, emotionally and physically. I loved Kendi in a different way than I loved Brenda, but I loved her nonetheless. She had entrusted me with her body and her inner well-being.

I caressed her and pulled her mouth close to mine, kissing gently. She wiped her eyes again and my cock stiffened. “I want you. To be close. To comfort you.”

“Thank you.” She wrapped her arms around me and her breasts pressing against my chest had a soothing effect on me.

“I’m sweaty.”

She brushed her hair aside, ran her lips over my shoulders and down my chest, flicking her tongue and playfully murmured, “Then I guess we all have some flaw, don’t we?”

I ran my hand down her back and along her ass, feeling through her shorts, and moving my fingers into the waist band and wanting so badly to slip my cock into her body again. To make love. To fuck.

“You don’t have a flaw.” I embraced her, thankful that Brenda had given the greenlight. The condition was that she wanted the details if Kendi and I did anything, like now. We were moving forward.

Kendi caressed my chest, kissed my nipples, and flicked her tongue over me and slid her hand lower for my pulsing erection, sliding my shorts off and going to her knees on the floor. There was no stopping as Kendi gripped my cock, slid her tongue up and down the shaft, pursed her lips, and took me deeply into her mouth and into her throat.

“Feels so good, babe.” She melted me to a whisper. “I love you.”

Her response was sucking me more, gripping my cock, and sliding her tongue to my balls and along the insides of my muscular thighs until I couldn’t hold it any longer. I gripped her hair, lifted her.

“Ow.” She winced, standing, stripping off her T-shirt to reveal her tits.

“Sorry, hon.”

“It’s okay. Your grip feels good.”

Oh, fuck. That’s what I loved hearing. I pulled her close, kissing and sucking her tits while taking off her shorts to caress her ass and offer several playful slaps on her butt before squeezing and gripping and making her wince again.

“Mmm, a little pain. But it feels good, too. Take me, Daddy, all the way into me, please.”

I slid my hand between her legs, fingered and enjoyed her moisture before sucking my fingers, sliding them into her pussy again and offering her to taste herself from my touch.

Kendi slowly licked my fingers and I lay on my back with my cock raging and this gorgeous, lovely young woman spreading her legs. Her eyes looked like she was wondering.

“It’s okay, baby,” I assured her. “You don’t have to take me in, if you don’t want. I can caressed your clit and press my cock against it.” I didn’t want her to feel pressured to perform.

“Shh,” she playfully held a finger against my lips and I quieted, catching her eyes and matching her loving gaze.

We had a rhythm, though, and Kendi lowered her pussy, ever so slowly, onto the tip of my cock, took a breath, and went lower still.

“Good, babydoll, good honey bunch.”

“Mmm, yeah. Fuck, yeah.”

I was in. My cock in her tight pussy. Her closed eyes and pursed lips signaled her pleasure.

“Talk dirty.” She gasped.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”[i] Kendi squirmed.

“Fuck me good, babe. My cute slut. My sweet, fucking whore.”

“Mmm, yeah.” She leaned forward, kissing me and letting me nip at her tits while I spanked her ass.

“Fucking slut.” I took her hair, held it and brought her mouth to mine. “You’re my fucking slut.” I pushed upward and she took my cock well.

“Oh, God, yes. Harder.” Her voice was a beautiful urging and I complied, fucking more while holding her and gazing at the same time to make sure she was okay.

Kendi was a doll, a loving counterpart to her mother who was also beautiful and had overcome so much. Though I fucked her and enjoyed her body I also wanted the absolute best for her.

My orgasm was teasing, demanding release. “I’m going to come.”

“Mmm, in my mouth, do it.” She withdrew from off my cock, slid onto her back, and I knelt over her, angling my cock toward her mouth, and releasing my come, letting it shoot and flow into her mouth, over her lips, and onto her cheeks and her tits.

“Oh, wow,” I groaned. “Oh, God, you’re so good. You’re so incredible.” I immediately ran my hands over her body which I thought of as smooth as silk, tender and yet strong in its own way.

She moved her fingers through my come, licking and tasting while I angled for her pussy, licking and using my tongue to probe her clitoris and send her over the edge into a powerful, rocketing orgasm, enjoying her body shaking and her breath catching and gasping.

Kendi was cute and yet gorgeous and generous with her love.

She was more incredible than I could have imagined and being with her was a journey into her soul and a discovery of her inner world with her many hopes and dreams.

True fucking was far more than a physical act. It had a spiritual element even though this was a taboo touch and way to relate.

She caught her breath and lay alongside me while I held her in silence and let the minutes tick by.

“You did it,” I said, kissing her forehead. “You took my cock.”

“Because you’re patient, kind, good with words.”

“Thank you. I’m going to miss you, too. You know why?”

“Why?”

“Because I didn’t get to see you in your panties that I so lovingly brought to your room.”

Her giggle was a relief and she ran a finger along my nose before squeezing lightly. “Be patient, Daddy. I’m sure we’ll get a chance soon.”

“I hope so. Well, guess your mother will want to hear the details.”

“Oh, yes. I’ll tell her all about it.”

Kendi kissed me and I loved how her lips were wonderfully smooth and inviting, like her breasts, her pussy, and legs. And how I longed that no matter what the future held, that she’d always remain smooth and hopeful and gorgeous.

Not just on the outside, but on the inside, in her heart where love resides.

When Kendi seduced me:

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