My neighbour and her teenage daughter (4) - Sex Stories

My neighbour and her teenage daughter (4)

... and drained half in one gulp, feeling an immediate effect as the alcohol hit his bl**dstream. Thankfully she didn’t follow his lead, taking a couple of slow sips. “Ok….what do you want to know?” “Well…..I’m a little confused. People talk about making love, having sex, and fucking, and to me it’s different ways of saying the same thing. Have I got that right, or is there a difference? Obviously I understand what happens…..how women fall pregnant and all that stuff….and if I didn’t before then Dad certainly showed me.” She was speaking softly, her tone almost wistful, and Tony wondered briefly how much psychological damage Bill may have done. “But everyone talks about sex as though it’s amazing and kind of magical, and Mom has told me it should be very special but I’ve never felt anything like that…and….I wonder if it’s because there’s something wrong with me? Whenever Dad had sex with me I felt sick, dirty, and I just wanted him to stop. What I really don’t understand …..is….if sex is supposed to so special, how come Dad seemed to enjoy it so much when I just hated it? I mean, he almost always came inside me except when he was really d***k, but I didn’t feel anything, I was just glad when it was over!” Her eyes were misting over, and he wanted to take her in his arms and hold her and tell her everything would be ok, but given what they had just discussed this was hardly the time for reassuring physical contact. Tony had an innate sense they had to talk this out and then ...

... perhaps there’d be time for reassurance later. He took a breath and wondered where the hell you started with a situation like this? “Ok Shannon, physically you’re right, having sex is basically the same thing regardless of what you call it. Psychologically they’re completely different and everyone has their own interpretation, so all I can do is give you mine, ok?” She nodded. “I think making love should be gentle and tender, and it starts out slowly and gradually builds up. You and your partner care about each other and want to make sure you both enjoy it, so it’s all about mutual pleasure and satisfaction. Having sex is a bit more casual. If you meet someone and decide you want to be intimate with them the same day, I don’t feel that’s making love, it’s having sex. You haven’t had time to establish an emotional connection so it’s just physical attraction, nothing more. Fucking is the harder one to define, but to me this is really primal, almost a****listic. Two people may be so hot to have sex that they tear each other’s clothes off and just go for it. There’s no foreplay or gentle build up, they just want to get on with it until they reach an orgasm. I guess that’s what I call fucking.” A tiny smile flickered briefly across her face. “Then I was right. You and Kat WERE fucking on Friday night!” “And there are times when you can be a nosey little bitch!” He laughed in reply. “Look, I’ve never had a discussion like this before so did the way I explain that make sense? If it didn’t ...