My Ex-Girlfriend's Daughter (And Her Friends)

By Matt P McMurphy

He hadn't seen her since she was an awkward teenager, but suddenly she inserts herself into his life. Eighteen now, ready to go off to college, Jeanie is sick of the clumsy, unsatisfying boys who don't know how to give her pleasure. She remembers hearing the moans of her mother's pleasure when Rick and her mother were sleeping together. Could Rick be the man to show her what it felt like to be a woman, sexually satisfied by a man who actually cares if the sex gives her pleasure? All she can do is seduce him and find out. What forty-something man wouldn't want another shot at sex with an eighteen-year-old girl?

Before it's over, Rick discovers Jeanie isn't the only girl who wants to know what real sexual pleasure is all about. Her friends want in on the orgasmic action too.

Warning: Mature Content (18+) Contains graphic descriptions of sex, including oral sex, anal sex, sex with multiple partners, and lesbian sex.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Matt P McMurphy
• Release date: Jan 9, 2012
• ISBN: 9781466197602

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Book preview

Mr. Jones, there’s a young lady here to see you, my secretary’s voice came over the intercom.

I was sitting in my office, wrapping up the week’s work at my small manufacturing business. I had no appointments. I just wanted to get home, sit next to my pool, and have a beer.

I knew what it was, though. Summer was starting and the high school and college kids were looking for work. This had to be one of them.

Send her in, I said.

The door opened and I was shocked. This wasn’t some random kid looking for work. It was Jeanie, the daughter of a woman I’d dated for a while about three years ago. I hadn’t seen Jeanie since she was a shy fifteen-year-old girl, still a little gawky and awkward. She still had braces and no curves when I’d last seen her. That was not the girl that stood before me in a slightly ill-fitting business suit. I’m guessing she was wearing one that had once belonged to her mother. She looked cute in it though. The awkward little girl had definitely grown up. Actually, she’d blossomed quite nicely. She had long, straight brown hair that fell past her shoulders and framed a really pretty face. Her dark eyes were big and pretty, she still had a little button nose, and her smile showed perfect teeth. No more braces for Jeanie.

Good lord, I said, standing to greet her. You’ve grown up! How are you Jeanie?

I’m good… Um… she hesitated. She’d always called me Rick when I was dating her mother. Now she was there to apply for a job.

You can still call me Rick, I said. Please, sit down.

Her skirt was cut to her knees and she sat in a very ladylike way, knees together, skirt pulled forward to cover her knees. Her suit coat remained buttoned. She might be older and more mature physically, but she still seemed shy.

How have you been? Are you going into your senior year, or did you graduate? I asked.

I graduated, she said with some enthusiasm.

Are you going to college?

I’m still not sure, she said. I think I’ll start at community college. I don’t see why I’d ask Mom to pay university prices for the core classes.

I was sitting on the edge of my desk, looking down at her in the chair. I was suddenly aware that towering over her was weird if she was there to apply for a job. Yet, sitting at my desk would be weirdly professional given we did have a personal relationship of sorts. I’d dated her mother for almost eighteen months and had taken this girl to her sports events and camping in that time. I decided to sit in the chair next to her.

How’s your mother?

She’s OK. You know she got married, right?

Yes. I’d heard. I run into her now and then.

Jeanie’s mother was an interesting woman. She was beautiful, but she was a little nuts. Actually, she was more than a little nuts when she was drinking, and not in a good party girl way. Sober, she was quite charming, but moody. But, when she started drinking you could get wild mood swings. She would go from a weepy confessor of her feelings to an angry accuser. I never saw her do anything wrong with Jeanie, but the man in her life took the brunt of it. I liked Jeanie’s mom, but between dealing with moodiness and such weirdness when we’d go out and she’d have a few too many (something that seemed inevitable whenever she drank), to her pressing me to take the next step in our relationship, I pulled away from her. She actually broke up with me, but I have to admit that I set it up as I distanced myself emotionally in the relationship.

How do you like your step-dad? I asked.

He’s OK, she said.

I could tell she didn’t really want to talk about it, so I decided to get to the point. We ended up talking about her desire for a summer job.