Diane's Problem
Copyright© 2025 by A Vulgar Man
Chapter 3
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3 - Diane was gorgeous, she was hot to trot with yours truly, and she was eighteen, seventeen years younger than me. She and her parents were my next door neighbors and my friends. I have known Diane for her entire life and watched her grow up. All that changed when Diane decided that I was the perfect guy to be her first lover. This is the story of that and of the consequences of that decision.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction First Facial Oral Sex
It took me a little while to notice that Laura’s eighteen-year-old daughter was there. I certainly didn’t see her; I was bent over Laura, eating her drooling pussy, my cock down her throat as she lay on the kitchen table.
It wasn’t until I felt a draft that I looked up and saw Diane. She was standing in the open door, one hand on her breasts under her crop top tee shirt and the other hand down the front of her shorts. Judging by the activity down there, she was masturbating.
She saw me look at her, and to my astonishment, she dropped me a wink and put a finger against her lips, telling me to be quiet. Then she blew me a kiss, gave me a big smile and silently left, closing the door softly. I mentally shrugged and went back to feasting on Laura’s honeyed snatch while she swallowed my cock.
She ran her wiggling tongue over the swollen head of my cock, bathing the bloated knob in the wetness of her mouth, licking and sucking it, enjoying its feel. Her lips opened wide, and she lifted her head again, forcing her mouth down the bucking staff of my cock. Over her writhing tongue she took me, accepting the thick mass of my rod. She swallowed me, my glans pulsing against the back of her throat.
She sucked.
Pulling back, she sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing with the effort. I moaned and my belly tightened, my balls rising in the wrinkled sac she held cradled in her soft hand as her tongue lashed the sensitive head of my cock. And then, down my shaft she moved again, my cock filling her mouth and moving into her throat until her lips nibbled at the base of my dick.
She moaned around the mouthful of cock she was sucking when my lips pressed against her mound. While her tongue and lips caressed the rigid length of my cock, my lips and tongue eagerly began to work on her cunt. Shivers echoed through her body and she moaned, sucking harder at the cock filling her mouth.
I looked at the soft, pink lips of her beautiful pussy and shuddered as my cock twitched in her hotly sucking mouth. Then I licked out with my tongue and touched the wet flesh between her legs. I felt her stiffen as my tongue came in contact with her cunt lips, and then she sighed deeply, spitting out my cock.
“Oh, yes, Jerry ... yes!” she moaned, “That’s what I want ... eat my pussy ... suck it! Let me feel your tongue in my cunt! Please, eat me!” She pulled my head into her wet cunt as her legs came up around my ears. I began sucking her lasciviously as my hands groped for her ripe tits, my fingers massaging her firm globes. I heard her cry out again as I entered her flowing pussy with my tongue. The taste was fantastic, sweet and musky and it drove me wild.
“Umm ... yes ... oh, yes!” she moaned and writhed under my mouth. “Eat my cunt, you pussy sucker ... make me come ... Oh yes, Jerry, I’m almost there! This is heavenly ... oh ... oh ... oh, my God!”
She plunged her mouth over my cock again and her entire body shuddered with the first wave of bliss as her orgasm broke over her. I rammed my tongue deep in her cunt and tongued her furiously, and she held my head to her pussy as she climaxed, still sucking my cock. I did not let up on her, I kept her orgasm going until she was no longer blowing me, too dazed by her climax to think of me.
As her orgasm faded, I spun her around, the tablecloth sliding easily on the slick tabletop, until I could once more get between her legs. She was sprawled on the table, a vision of loveliness as I stepped forward and sank my cock in her sodden cunt, ramming it into her to the hilt. I grabbed her breasts and squeezed them, holding her in place as I started to fuck her, hammering my rigid cock deep into her belly.
“Oh yes!” she shrieked as her feet thumped down to the table next to her hips, and she began to fuck me back. She bucked her cunt at me, our flesh slapping together as we made love. She quickly hit her peak again, spasming on my cock as her orgasm ravaged her, her head thrown back and her teeth clenched as she rode the waves of ecstasy flooding through her.
I didn’t stop this time either, pouring the meat to her as she cried out, her ripe body bucking on my cock as she climaxed again, her face and breasts flushing red with the intensity of her orgasm. Her pussy was doing incredible things to my cock, her honeyed sleeve clenching the thickness of me as I impaled her time and time again. He eyes were wild as I began to abuse her breasts, pinching the thick nipples and shaking the entire lush mound with them, until her nips were thickly engorged and standing proudly on her beautiful tits.
I could feel my own orgasm rapidly approaching, and it hit just after Laura’s forth or fifth cum. I indulged myself and lived out a favorite fantasy from ten years ago, pulling out of the exhausted woman and clambering up on to the table, straddling her trembling body and unloading my cum onto her face and breasts.
She gasped and smiled as my first shot painted a hot, thick line of jism from the bridge of her nose, across her lips and onto her neck. Her massively erect nipples each got a shot before I reached down and trapped my bucking cock in the deep valley of her cleavage, pushing her tits together and fucking them, her skin feeling like hot silk on my rampantly erect cock as it painted her neck with my cum.
And them it was done. Laura was craning her head forward, trying to get more of my dripping cock between her lips. Her tongue caressing the bloated head of my cock was an exquisite agony. I moved forward until she could get all of my deflating cock in her mouth and she lovingly cleaned it of our combined juices, her agile tongue scrubbing it clean.
I wearily climbed down from the table and pulled her up and into my arms, kissing her deeply and tasting myself on her tongue. She was gasping when our kiss broke and she sagged against my chest. “My goodness!” she wheezed, “Are you like this every morning?”
I smiled and scooped her into my arms. “No, at least, I don’t think so. Ask me again tomorrow morning.” She giggled tiredly and looped her arms around my neck as I carried her upstairs to my bed, and laid her down. I leaned down and licked her nipple, and then covered her with a light blanket. “Get a little nap, sweetie.” I gave her my best leer. “You’re gonna need it.”
She giggled softly as I brushed her lips with mine and turned to leave the room. I heard a faint buzzing snore before the door closed softly behind me.
Diane was waiting for me when I let myself into her kitchen, sitting at the table and watching The View. She had changed her clothes since she had seen her mother and I locked in a hot sixty-nine in my kitchen. She had been wearing shorts and a crop top tee but now she was in a slinky jersey knit number that hugged her like a second skin. It outlined every detail of her hot little body, and it was clear that there was nothing under that dress but Diane. It had a low cut neckline that displayed her impressive cleavage, and clung lovingly to her high, round tits and her tiny waist. The hemline came to just below her ass, displaying her long, muscular legs and firm thighs. One could probably see her neatly trimmed little box, from the right angle and if your luck was in.
The TV clicked off and the remote clattered onto the table as she launched herself at me, her arms and legs going around me as she kissed me. And oh my, what a kiss it was. She put her heart into it, and it was a wonder that my hair didn’t catch fire, it was that hot. When our kiss finally broke, my cock was diamond-hard, and she was slowly grinding her mound on it. He eyelids were only half open, her lips swollen, and I could feel her erect nipples against my chest.
It took all the willpower I had to set her down, instead of perching her on the nearest flat surface and fucking her brains out. It was a tribute to the sheer sex appeal of the girl that a mere kiss hardened my cock for her, after emptying my balls into her mother no fewer than three times that morning.
“Sweetie, we have to talk.” I said, steadying her as she swayed on her feet.
“Not now!” she moaned, her hands roughly massaging her breasts. She spread her legs and humped her pussy forward at me, lifting the hem of her dress and spreading the pink lips of her sex with her fingers. “Don’t you want some of this?” she purred, her eyes on my rigid cock, plainly visible through my sweats.
I almost gave in, then. Her lewd display had my blood pooling in my cock, which usually meant that the little head did my thinking for me. But there were questions that I wanted answers to. “Yes, now.” I said to her, herding her into the living room and sitting her down.
“Jerry!” she whined, spreading her legs and rubbing her pussy. “Can’t the questions wait?”
“No.” I said as I sat in a chair opposite her place on the couch, a coffee table in between us. “They can’t.” I watched as she wet her lips and spread her legs more, still caressing herself.
“You sure?” she whispered, her fingers sliding into her wet cunt.
“Either get yourself off or stop doing that.” I told her, looking her in the eye. “We are going to talk, right now.”
She moaned in frustration and sat back, crossing her legs and folding her hands in her lap. “Fine!” she grumbled, “Let’s talk.”
I sat back and gave her a searching glance. “Why did you write about us in your diary? Do you know the kind of trouble you might have gotten me into?”
“So mom found it, huh?” she asked, smoothing her skirt on her thighs.
“Yes, she did. Yesterday.” I replied, struggling to keep my eyes on her face.
“And then she went to your house, probably bawled you out, and maybe demanded an explanation?” She stopped playing with her dress and looked at me.
“Yeah, that’s right, but why...” She interrupted me.
“And then she decided that it was better that you fucked me instead of Robbie, right?” She looked at me, waiting for an answer.
“Yeah.” I said slowly, wondering what she was driving at.
“And then she seduced you, right? Took you to bed and fucked you? Probably to save me from your ravenous clutches?” She had a smug look on her face and her deductions were right on the money. And that puzzled me.
“Yeah.” I admitted. “How did you know...” She giggled, shaking her head.
“I planned it that way!” she said, smiling broadly at me. “She did exactly what I thought she’d do.”
“You ... planned it that way?” I asked, my disbelief evident in my voice.
“Yep!” she said proudly. “Getting her into bed with you solves a lot of problems.”
“Like what?” I asked, curious now about what nefarious plot she was hatching.
“Well, let’s see.” She ticked them off on her fingers. “One. The dirty deed has been done. I have been befouled by cardinal knowledge, fucked by a man she likes and trusts, so she’ll be paying a lot more attention to you now. Two. She finally got off the dime and got laid, for the first time in ages, and she’s justified it by telling herself that she was trying to save me from you.”
I goggled at her, completely floored as she continued.
“The last two are speculation, but I’d bet on ‘em. Three. She knows about daddy’s affairs, and she’s decided what she’s going to do about them. And four, what she’s gonna do about them is toss his sorry ass out and make you her man.” She sat back and looked at me, smiling.
I was speechless, my jaw flapping in the wind. “But I ... you...” She got off the couch, circled around the coffee table and sat in my lap while I was trying to get my brain working again.
“How’d I do? Did I get anything wrong?” She looped her arms around my neck and smiled at me.
“What the hell makes you think she ... that I ... that we’d get together?” I stuttered. “I ... she ... we’ve never even kissed before yesterday! That’s one hell of an assumption you made there!”
“It was an assumption,” she admitted, “but it’s was a good one, I think.” She looked at me soberly. “I’ve been watching her for a long time, and I’ve seen her react to you when you’ve been around. Whenever I’ve come over to use the pool and she came with me to visit with you, after we got home, she’d go and masturbate in her bedroom.”
“How do you know that she...” I asked.
“I heard her once. I checked the next time we saw you, and she did it again. She did every single time we saw you. So I knew she was hot for you.” She looked at me again. “And I saw the way you looked at her too, trying to check out her body through her clothes. I’ve seen guys looking at me that way enough times to know that look.”
I shook my head, knowing that she was right. Laura had admitted as much to me when she told me she used to masturbate while thinking of me back when I was eighteen. She just hadn’t told me she was still doing it. And Diane was right about me checking out her mother, too. I thought I was being discrete about it, but apparently, I wasn’t.
“What makes you think that your father is having an affair? Or affairs?” I asked, curious as to how she found out, and stalling for time to think about what she was telling me.
“Oh, well, that was an accident. The drugstore called one day a couple of years ago and told me that his Viagra prescription was ready. They must have thought I was his wife, or his girlfriend or something. I know what Viagra is for; I’d heard about it enough on TV. I knew that he wasn’t having sex with mom, they have separate bedrooms, and I’ve never heard them together. So it was the only sensible conclusion.”
She sat on my lap, calmly waiting for my next question. She was obviously a lot more observant than either her mother or I gave her credit for. The big surprise was that she had drawn the right conclusions from her observations. It was almost scary that a kid could be so right. And then I remembered the talk that Laura and I had had in my bedroom the night before. Laura had displayed the same talent for reading me, and it looked like it was a talent that ran in the family.
“You don’t seem too upset that your parents might break up.” I made it a statement. Laura had never said that she was going to leave Jack.
“That’s the only thing I’m not sure of.” Diane admitted. “I think she knows about dad’s affairs, he spends a lot more time counseling students than he used to, and he’s started going to a lot more conferences too. He hates going to those things, he always has. He used to say that the only thing more boring than a bunch of professors getting together and talking about their work was sitting and watching the grass grow. Mom had to have noticed that.”
Her face grew pensive and she looked at me a little sadly. “You know, I’ve gone on a lot of sleepovers to my friends’ houses.” she said. “And I’ve seen how their parents act around each other. Mom and dad don’t act like married people do, like my friend’s parents do. It’s more like she’s his daughter, or something. God, they don’t even kiss anymore, they haven’t for a long time.” She paused for a moment and then she said, “I think they’d both be happier if they separated. And I really want mom to be happy.”
She shook off her sad mood, shedding it like an old coat. She grinned lewdly at me. “And if what I saw this morning is any indication, I think you’ll do just fine in that department.” And then I saw the lust return to her face. “Now, would you like to make me happy too?”
She wiggled in my lap, grinding her ripe little ass on my cock, and bending down, she licked my lips and then kissed me, her tongue prying open my lips and plunging into my mouth. Thirty seconds later, she came up for air and wiggled again, this time feeling my erect cock pressing against her. “Ohh!” she purred, sliding off my lap and standing in front of me. “You do want to make me happy!”
She smiled lustfully at me as she ran her hands over her thrusting breasts and down past her slim waist to the hem of her short dress. And then her hands started back up, and she swayed her hips seductively as she slowly peeled the clinging dress off of her lush young body. She tossed it aside and fell to her knees in front of me, running her hands over the huge lump in my sweats.
“Mmm,” she moaned softly. “Lunch!” She tugged on the waistband of my sweat pants and I lifted my ass, letting her pull them down my legs, and then she darted forward, ramming her mouth down over my cock and taking half of my thick eight inches into her mouth, and gently caressing my balls. She stayed down there only long enough to insure that my tired cock was as hard as a steel bar. She stood up and climbed onto the chair with me, stuffing a hard-nippled tit into my mouth as she reached down and aimed my cock at her drooling little pussy.