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My Best Friend's Dad Ch. 03

By: sammican1



Author's Note

This is the third in a four part series about how my best friend's dad and I get it on and eventually fuck.

Although it stands alone as a raunchy tale, interested readers might like to read the two previous parts. Whatever you choose, enjoy and mail me if you wish.

Sammi x

*

The enormity of what Sammi had just said hit Mark very hard. Hearing his daughter's best friend whimper those words filled the forty five year old man part with dread and part with incredible excitement. To have an eighteen year old girl who he had seen grow up whisper to him. "Well then my darling, why not take me upstairs, take all my clothes off and fuck me?" crystalised the situation they were in and that he had been unconsciously encouraging for the past few weeks.

Mark was divorced and lived alone. His nineteen year-old daughter, Sara, nominally lived with his ex-wife Eleanor, who had a high powered job and travelled around the UK frequently. That meant Sara spent a lot of time at Mark's house, which was where she had been brought up. Her best friend Sammi also came from a 'broken home' and consequently she spent a lot of time at Mark's place often staying overnight. 

Mark had seen Sammi grow up and since his divorce had, or thought he had, got used to her being around the house. It was only during the past couple of months that things seemed to change. That was for both of them as Sammi had been feeling similar stirring and reservations as Mark.

When he looked at her, she had started feeling little flutters. When they were very close or he touched, purposefully or inadvertently they both felt as if they had electric shocks. She sort of put out for him almost as if inviting him to try something, which deep down was what her mind was suggesting. She wore more provocative clothing, left her bra off, she had only barely B cup tits, wore shorter skirts and came down to breakfast in a skimpy tee shirt. 

Sara was a vague girl. Hugely intelligent she had little common sense and most of the time she was 'off with the fairies.' Liked by everyone she went through life seeing the best in people. Rarely criticising or seeing fault she didn't notice what was going on between her dad and her best friend; she was just pleased that they all got on so well. She was as attractive as Sammi, though dark haired with a fuller figure and, like her mum, much bigger tits. Her easy-going manner, relaxed attitude and, of course, her big tits made her very popular with the boys. Her 'airy fairy' attitude and rather liberal views made her along with the golden haired, blue eyed and dazzlingly attractive Sammi somewhat easy lays; they both enjoyed themselves with the boys.

Sex was not new to either of them. Sara, though, had restricted giving her favours to boys of her own age whereas Sammi had been with two older guys, one in his late twenties and one in his mid-thirties. Sara was more of a 'lay back and think of England' type of fuck. She wasn't that participative, but she did give a great blow job. Sammi on the other hand was very into being a mutual partner in a shag and gave as good as she got. She fully appreciated the greater patience of older guys and loved enjoying their knowledge and experience, whereas Sara just wanted to get her rocks off as quickly and as often as possible. 

Both Mark and Sammi had felt the nature of the relationship between them changing over the past few weeks, but neither could put their finger on what had started it and why its intensity had been increasing so much. Equally, neither of them could acknowledge to themselves how attracted they were to the other party and could not envisage anything happening, unless of course the other one started it.

That said, as Sammi had lain on her back on the sofa in Mark's lounge the other night with the twenty something year old boy between her opened legs fucking her it had been Mark's cock she had imagined doing the lovely things to her. It had been Sara, who was lying on the floor with a younger guy shagging her from behind who had asked later. "Did you say Mark when you were cumming?"

Mark knew that there was dangers with his position. Firstly, he thought. 'Am I just being a silly old fool thinking I could get anywhere with a beautiful looking sexy young woman like Sammi?' He was aware of the consequences if he tried anything and really had read everything wrong. Not only would he suffer the embarrassment and indignity of being rebuffed by a girl twenty-five years his junior, but also his daughter and ex-wife and god knows who else would get to know about it and he would become a laughing stock. And even if she said yes and they had sex where could it lead? Again, that said, the concerns didn't stop him imagining it was Sammi he was shagging when he visited his favourite massage parlour and fucked the Latvian whore with big tits.

Sammi had similar concerns. 'There's no way a grown man as sophisticated and as worldly-wise as Mark would be bothered with a kid like me, he fucks real women,' Sammi thought. And on top of that she thought, if I put out and get it wrong what would Sara, Eleanor and my mum and step dad think? As it was, she was having terrible problems with him for he was usually drunk or high on coke and was often trying to grope her. 

So for some weeks they had both struggled with containing their desire for the other and the fear that they might do something silly causing the other to reject them. Deep down both Sammi and Mark, though confident and sexually successful in their own worlds felt lost and insecure when out of them and neither had much hope that anything would ever happen.

That changed, though, the weekend Sara visited Durham University for her entry interviews.

Sammi had initiated it by turning up at Mark's house asking to stay the night. He was excited, but scared that he might not be able to restrain himself. There was no need for that for the last thing Sammi wanted from her best friend's dad was restraint. Without being too obvious, she was at Mark's house to offer herself to him. And that she did to the extent that they kissed sitting on the same sofa where Sammi had recently been fucked, Mark undid the three middle buttons that were done up on her white blouse and she removed it. Her offer was successful to the extent that as they kissed so Mark's hand went up her skirt, her hand found his pulsating cock inside his tracky trousers and his thumb and fingers found her lips and clit. It succeeded to the extent that Mark made her cum quickly with his skilful, experienced caressing then finger fucking. And yes her offer was accepted to the point that after he had made her cum she had said.

"Well then my darling, why not take me upstairs take all my clothes off and fuck me?"

Holding her small hand, he had led her from the lounge, across the hallway and to the wide staircase. With Sammi clad in just her ridiculously, but excitingly short, denim, skirt, Mark had his arm round her slim, freckled shoulders as they walked slowly up the stairs to his bedroom and maybe to their sexual destiny. Her arm round his waist, Sammi felt very grown up being taken to bed to have sex rather than climbing in the back of lover's car as was more the norm in her sex life.

Mark laid her in the middle of the bed in what had been his and Eleanor's bedroom, although since the divorce he had replaced the bed. As he gazed down at the gorgeous vision lying there, it hit him that she was the first woman to lay on that bed and would be the first he had fucked in the house since Eleanor.

"You look fabulous Sammi" he whispered kneeling beside her in his grey, track suit. The top was unzipped and the bottom was bulging with his full erection. He saw her looking at it and smiling as she said quietly.

"You don't look so bad yourself" as she reached out and ran her fingers up the length of his erection. That made him shudder with want for her.

Also smiling he said. "Downstairs Sammi you asked me to do three things didn't you?"

"Yes I believe so" she replied not sure where he was going."

"Remember what they were?"

"Of course, I asked you to take me up stairs and......................er" she paused having lost a touch of her earlier bravado now that the die seemed to be cast.

"And what else did you ask me to do Sammi?" Mark asked placing his hands on the waistband of her little skirt.

Taking a deep breath and averting her gaze from his she gulped. "And fuck me, I asked you to fuck me, does that shock you Mark?"

Smiling he leaned forward and kissed her on the lips and ran his hand through her golden hair. "No of course not baby it thrills and excites me, but you missed something." 

"What? "What did I miss?"

Finding the top of the three buttons on the skirt Mark fiddled it undone. "You asked me to undress you Sammi."

"Oh yes so I did, fancy me forgetting" she smiled adding. "But I missed something else" as she felt the three buttons being undone and the top of the skirt parting.

Mark's eyes focused on the patch of flesh between the opened tops of her skirt. Although he had seen her pubes and pussy just a short time ago, it suddenly became a matter of some urgency for him to see them again. But he was diverted from that as Sammi stroked the outline of his erection through his tracky trousers and said. "Yes I missed saying that you should undress too."

Her boldness had returned. The confidence that she along with many women gain when they take control came back to her. 

"So let me do that" she said softly pulling on the stretch trousers with the elastic waist. As she pulled the trousers away from him she also eased them down so that the cock she had been holding was reared up in front of her face. "Take them off Mark" she croaked watching him struggle the trousers off so he was naked. Although all that Sammi was wearing was the undone skirt and her panties she still felt incredibly excited at being partially clothed while her soon to be lover was naked. She couldn't know, but the older man had similar feelings being naked in front of his partly clothed young lover.

"And let me do this" Mark said pulling on the skirt as Sammi lifted her bottom from the bed. It came off easily. He took hold of the flimsy, white satin thong that Sammi had bought specially for this from Victoria's Secret. Both staring each other in the eyes he removed her last vestige of cover. Sammi smiled at him.

"See Mark for the right man my knickers come off very easily."

Laughing he fell beside her, took her slim body in his arms, crushed it against his and kissed her deep and long. Neither of them could quite believe just what was happening and how quickly events were moving after standing still for so long.

"God I so want you" he groaned into her blonde hair as he caressed her breasts and she stroked his cock.

"And me you Mark" she sighed back trying so hard to signify her love and desire for him through her kiss. 

"I never thought this would happen Sammi."

"Nor me, but it is Mark, it really is happening isn't it?" the youngster giggled, feeling lightheaded with pleasure and want.

"Yes my love, it really, really is happening.

"Fuck me Mark, please fuck me now" Sammi groaned pulling him on top of her.

"Oh Sammi yes, yes" he sighed suddenly remembering he had no condoms. "But bollocks."

"What is it?"

"I've got no fucking rubbers."

Sammi again giggled. "You don't need one I am on the pill" she rather naively replied seeming to Mark to have little regard for safe sex. But he could not have stopped now even had he wanted to.

"You sure Sammi, I am clean."

Sammi realised what he meant. "Yes so am I, I have had a test recently."

"So have I."

"Good" she whispered putting her arms round his neck and kissing him deeply she went on. "So with that business done Mark please make love to me, please take me, please my darling fuck me."

Sammi's words filled Mark with such a desire for her that he felt he would explode. Her saying them made her feel wonderful, so grown up and so totally wanted by this older man. She welcomed him on top of her as his big body completely enveloped hers. Wrapping her arms round him she ran her hands up and down his broad, firm back as their mouths ground together. Sucking on each other's lips and plunging their tongues into the other's mouth they both wondered at the others' kissing ability. Sammi was thinking how wonderful it was to be kissed in such an experienced, almost sophisticated way and Mark was marvelling at how one so young could have learned to kiss so well. Momentarily and totally incongruously he pondered on the thought that if Sammi could kiss so well and if, as she had put it 'my knickers come off so easily' whether his daughter's did as well!

But that was too big an issue to contemplate as his hands ran up and down the young woman's back, as her little tits with the perky nipples pressed against his chest and as the softness of her flat tummy cuddled the hardness of his full erection that seemed to run from her pubic bone almost to her tummy button.

"I want you so much Sammi" he whispered as his wiggling body urged her legs to open so that his cock lay between her thighs with the bulbous end of it pressed against her lips.

"And I want you Mark, I want you now" she groaned marvelling at the fact that at last her best friend's dad was about to fuck her.

With the tip of his cock just slightly parting the lips of the young woman and his arms round her body with his hands gripping her taught bum he muttered. "Ready Sammi" his mind was hardly able to accept what was happening. 'I am going to fuck her, fuck Sammi, Sara's best friend an eighteen year old girl I have known for so long' was screaming in his head as with a shrug of his hips he sank his thick cock deep into her gorgeously tight and wonderfully welcoming cunt.

"Oh yes, oh yes Mark" Sammi groaned her fingernails digging into Mark's back.

He pushed himself in as far as it would go, but then stopped and held himself rigid and still.

"Ok Sammi?" he whispered making her feel wonderful with his consideration, which was something she wasn't that used to with the younger who had fucked her.

"Yes darling, yes" she moaned quite forgetting that they were not really on darling terms.

Sammi felt light-headed and deliriously happy. She also felt very filled. Mark was bigger than the other guys she had been with and, again almost giggling, she recalled the old saying and agreed that size does indeed matter. She was stretched. The folds of skin that guard her clit seemed to be open and that so sensitive place felt to be exposed, so as Mark started moving slowly up and down it was as though his cock was rubbing on it. She had never felt anything like it before. Just as she had never felt like cumming when a man's cock had only been inside her a few moments.

But that was not a problem or an issue for Mark. He was also feeling so aroused that he knew unless he worked hard and focused on something other than the gorgeous young woman impaled on his cock that he too would cum quickly. He usually had strong resistance and with the girls in the massage parlour where he got most of his sexual relief nowadays he had to book one hour sessions for he would often fuck one for half an hour before cumming. 

He knew that was not going to happen tonight though. There was simply too many elements involved in this unusual pairing: he was too excited, he was full of guilt, he was worried about the aftermath and the potential consequences, his feelings for Sammi were so strong, feelings that he hadn't had for years and on top of that her cunt was so tight that she was almost fucking him. It was wonderful!

As Mark began sliding his cock up and down inside Sammi, there was also one other massive issue that kept running through his brain. It had been doing that from the moment he first realised that his feelings for her were far more than they should be for one of his daughter's friends. The issue had been in his mind from the time that her face first came to him when he was masturbating, thinking about her and yes when he first mind fucked Sara's friend. And that issue was whether subconsciously it was Sara he wanted, whether it was Sara's body he was after and whether it was his daughter he really wanted to fuck.

Sammi was whimpering as she started to climax.

"Oh Mark, Mark, Mark" she groaned as such amazing feelings flooded her body.

He pushed the other issue from his mind and focused on the physical aspects of what was happening as opposed to the emotional ones. He quickened the pace of his thrusts going deeper and further into the young woman's insides. Each time he surged into her as far as he could go, she whimpered and grunted so strong were the sensations. Sammi had never been fucked like this. She had no idea whether it was due to his sexual expertise or whether the illicit nature of fucking her friend's dad was creating such feelings. And of course she didn't care. All she wanted was more of it. More of the near excruciating pressure in her nipples, more of the fullness in her breasts, more of the heat searing through her body and more of the tingles and shudders that were going all over her. She was shuddering uncontrollably as she started to sob and tears of she knew not what poured down her cheeks. Her nails were digging into his back, but Mark didn't feel the pain just the pleasure of the sensations in his cock and the extreme feelings in his balls as they prepared to discharge their lot.

"Oh Sammi, Sammi he grunted, are you ready?"

"Yes, yes, yes Mark, yes I am" she moaned as she felt him push into her as far as he could go and stay rigid his grip tightening on her back.

With Mark grunting and Sammi moaning and with both of them holding the other so tightly they climaxed simultaneously. As Sammi soared to a height of pleasure she had never previously experienced and as Mark's cock exploded sending streams of his sperm into her they clung to each other in a wonderful mutual orgasm.

My Best Friend's Dad



The summer heat is driving me a little nuts. Trying to manage my horniness through these sexual fantasies. Thanks for checking them out.

Everyone is at least 18 years of age

*

It had been about a week since my best friend, Jim and his uncle, Dave, had ravaged my ass in Jim's backyard. Jim's visiting Uncle Dave had joined us in our tent for a nightcap on the last night of our weekend sleepovers. Jim and I were both off to separate out of town universities; Jim was leaving next week and I would be off a couple of weeks later. Little did we know how memorable this weekend was going to be! Somehow my young slender, relatively hairless body and my bubble butt made me a person of interest to a number of dirty older men and Jim's Uncle Dave was no exception. 

His uncle had brought out the drinks already mixed. As I realized later, Jim's drink was laced with a strong soporific and he passed out shortly after downing it. Dave had laced mine with alcohol, leaving me feeling woozy and vulnerable. He wasted no time in seducing me and sucking my defenceless cock dry before proceeding to pound my bubble butt with his hard sausage and filling my bowels with his hot cum. As if that wasn't enough, my best friend Jim, having woken up earlier than expected and witnessing his uncle have his way with me, decided that I was free for the taking and proceeded to give me a thorough fucking of his own.

Needless to say I was walking funny for a few days afterwards. I told my parents that I had strained my hamstrings in a game of touch football and, thankfully, they accepted my explanation. After two or three days my discomfort eased; now all that remained from my ass raping was a little itching and tingling to remind me of my humiliation. Jim had left for college and his uncle had gone back home. I was relieved not to be seeing either of them again before I too left for college.

"Michael! Jimmy's father is on the phone for you." My Mom's voice called down into the rec room where I was laying on the couch in a pair of jean's shorts and a flimsy T-shirt watching TV. My body stiffened. Jim's father! Shit, was I in trouble? "Got it, Mom!" I yelled as I picked up the downstairs phone, my stomach doing flips and my heart pounding. "H-h-hello, Mr. Gordon" I stammered.

I was always a little nervous around Jim's dad, anyway. He wasn't a big guy, about 5'9" tall; lean in a hard muscular way but he was a bully and not above giving his kids a smack in the head or intimidating their young friends (me) when they came around for a visit. He would fake punch me and laugh when I flinched. He would call me 'Mikey' and sometimes get me in a headlock or an arm lock and not let me go until I said 'Uncle!'. Then he would give my ass a hard slap and laugh. "Gotcha!" as he let me go. Not my favourite person.

"Hi, Michael, how are you doing? All ready for the big college adventure?"

"Yes." I replied, unable to think of anything else to say.

There was a slight pause and, I guess when he realized I wasn't going to say more, he continued. "Listen, Mikey, Jim has left for college already as you know and my brother, Dave, has returned home so I don't have anyone to help me with finishing up this garden project of mine. I was wondering whether you might be able to spare me a few hours of a little hard labour today. Give you a chance to earn a couple of bucks before you go."

In my head I was screaming, "No! No! No!" I never wanted to see anyone in that family again for the rest of my life. However, I had been brought up to be an obedient little boy and I heard myself replying: "Um, sure, Mr. Gordon. What is it you want me to do?"

"Great! I need to go up into the bush near Caledon and dig up some plants to bring back down to the city. It should only take a few hours. Can you help me?"

I was relieved. No mention of what had transpired last week. "Yes, of course," I exclaimed, my relief coming out in a whoosh. "Whatever you need!" 

I heard Mr. Gordon chuckle a little at my enthusiasm. "Whatever I need, eh? Love your enthusiasm, Mikey. I'd like to get going right away if that works for you."

"Sure. I'll just let me Mom know and I'll come right over. Do I need to bring anything?"

"Just that muscled body of yours." he said warmly. I let my Mom know and headed across the road to where Mr. Gordon was already waiting in the car. As I was crossing the road a nervous awareness that I was a little scantily clothed in short denim shorts and a flimsy T-shirt shook me a little but I shrugged it off. This was just an innocent country excursion. No need to fear, I told myself.

The drive out of town took a little under two hours. Mr. Gordon asked me about my university plans and future goals. He showed no special interest in my body, keeping his eyes mostly on the road or the scenery outside the car. I felt relaxed, warmed by the sun flooding through the car windows.

"Here we are!" Mr. Gordon pulled off the road down an almost invisible dirt trail and parked the car. "We have to carry the shovels and stuff from here but it's only a short hump." We unloaded the car and headed down a fairly unused path. Mr. Gordon had me lead the way. "The path leads directly to where we are going," he reassured me.

The trail rose and fell, at times a little steeply. A couple of times I was bent over almost on all fours as I made my way up the incline. I found myself flushing at these times and not just from the exertion. I was aware that my shorts were riding up and I could feel the soft pouches of my buns, shiny with sweat, exposing them to the warm sun. I also felt that I was giving Mr. Gordon a nice eyeful. The thought flooded me with a strange mixture of excitement and anxiety.

We reached a small grassy clearing by a slow moving river, the banks along the river spotted with large flat rocks warmed by a sun sitting high in a clear blue sky. We parked the food and water in the shade and picked up our shovels and burlap sacks and headed into the wooded glen. This time Mr. Gordon took the lead. "The bushes I want are just a little ways along." he said his voice a little more raspy and edgy than it had been.

Soon we were digging and filling our sacks with the purloined bushes. The sweat was pouring off me and I stripped away my T-shirt as we progressed. Occasionally I was aware of Mr. Gordon taking in my young sweaty body. His eyes felt like they might burn holes in the slick flesh protruding from the bottom of my shorts. I worked a little harder to try and quell the growing sense of unease in the pit of my stomach.

"I think we've got enough." With those words we gathered our bags of plants and our shovels and headed back to the secluded clearing. I guzzled back my water so fast that it overflowed and ran down my heaving chest cutting rivulets through the accumulated dirt and grime. I was looking longingly at the running stream wanting to cool down my overheated muscles.

Mr. Gordon read my look and said: "Damn! We should have brought our swimsuits!" I laughed. "Yeah, that would have been perfect." 

"Hell, nobody is going to come across us here. Let's go skinny dipping." he said. Before I could raise any objections he had stripped off his own shorts and shoes and underwear and headed into the creek. I stood awkwardly with that old familiar feeling of wanting to hightail it out of the woods and run all the way back home. My eyes kept drifting down to take in his thick eight inch penis awakening in me a heady mix of curiosity and anxiety. "Come on, Mikey; don't be a pussy. It's just us guys here. No one is going to see you."

"You are." I thought but being trained to listen to my elders I began to disrobe, pulling off my sneakers and my dirty sweaty socks. Mr. Gordon was already in the water as I hesitated, my fingers on the button of my shorts. It was my turn to take in Mr. Gordon's body. He was in as good shape as his brother, Dave. I surreptitiously scanned his muscled torso my eyes again drawn to the thick eight inch cock swinging between his legs. And, again I felt a strange rush of excitement and fear. I had to force myself to be casual and not to stare but I think he caught me looking.

Like his brother, Mr. Gordon was good at acting like he was ignoring my discomfort. "This is great!" he exclaimed, "Come on in, slowpoke." He turned away as he slowly waded into a deep cool pool of water in the middle of the slow moving stream. I watched his buttocks flex as he stepped gingerly over the stones into the deeper water.

Shaking myself out of my fear I undid the button on my shorts and slowly lowered the zipper. Looking at Mr. Gordon's naked torso had given me a bit of a chubby and made me even more reluctant to completely reveal my nubile young body. I turned slightly to the side as I slowly lowered my shorts to my ankles and stepped out of them. My underwear had ridden up into my crack and my left buttock, smooth and glistening was exposed and on display. 

Sneaking glances in Mr. Gordon's direction I could see he had turned towards me and was intensely drinking in my inviting buns. I also realized that by turning sideways he probably had a nice profile of my swelling six inches. Turning completely away from the stream I pushed my sweat-soaked undies down to my ankles putting my young bubble butt on display for his lusting eyes. My head was swimming and it was slowing down my movements. Anyone watching would have thought that I was doing a bit of a striptease!

With my hand modestly covering my soft erection I stepped into the cool stream. Gratefully the cool water quickly helped my erection to subside as, in order to keep my balance, I had to surrender my modesty, stretching my arms out to both sides and slowly stepping through the rocks towards Mr. Gordon and the deeper pool of water. Mr. Gordon, blatantly now, drank in my nakedness. Here I was walking towards him arms outspread as if to say: "Here I come! Help yourself!"

As quickly as I could I sank down into the cooling stream, moaning with pleasure as it cooled me and washed away the sticky grime. I closed my eyes and submerged glad that my excited flesh was now pretty much hidden below the water. We both floated and swam around Mr. Gordon's private little swimming hole neither of us speaking or paying much attention to the other as our bodies recovered and refreshed.

Floating lazily on my back, lulled into a less vigilant state of mind, I was startled out of my reverie by a pair of strong hands grabbing my ankles and pulling me down under the surface of the water. I came up sputtering as Mr. Gordon laughed. Forgetting about my discomfort in being naked I reacted by splashing him, driving the heel of my hand into the water and sending strong sprays of water into his face and eyes. He roared with delight and dove through the spray, tackling my slick body and wrestling me under the water.

We played like kids, rolling and tumbling, laughing and gasping for breath. I loved the feel of his lean well-muscled body when he would pick me up and throw me back down into the water. As our play progressed he grabbed me with increasing intimacy, easily throwing me up over his left shoulder then looking around as if I had disappeared. "Where did Mikey go?" I felt like a five year old as his left arm wrapped around my knees and I struggled in vain to release myself from his grip.

"Mikey, where did you go?" he asked again as his right hand cupped and squeezed my buttocks supposedly to keep me from squirming out of his grasp. Squirm I did but he held me firmly in place as his right hand took the opportunity to roam over my defenceless buns. His left cheek was pressed against my baby-smooth ass cheek. As if it was part of the struggle he brushed his cheek along my firm plump ass and, 'accidently' slid his lips over my inviting flesh. As he toyed with my defenceless nakedness I was humiliated to feel my dick throbbing and expanding, pressing into his soft shoulder.

Suddenly he released me, tossing me back into the water and swimming over to sit up on a flat rock at the edge of the stream. When I re-emerged for air my eyes were immediately drawn to his groin and the throbbing, hard, eight inch cock standing proudly out from his torso. "Come here." he ordered, still panting from our play, his voice husky and rasping.

"Um, Mr. Gordon, I really don't want to. I think I'd rather just go home now, if you don't mind."

He laughed the laugh of a dirty old man. "Oh, but Mikey I do mind. My brother Dave told me all about your little camping adventure." I froze in panic. "That's right. He said that you showed him a really good time. Don't you think that I deserve a good time too?"

"No, please, Mr. Gordon! I'm not like that. It just happened." I was stuttering, desperately trying to figure out what to say to stop things from going any further. 

"Well, I'm sure your parents are going to be unhappy with that explanation. As a neighbour and a father I think it's my duty to let them know what their little boy has been up to in my back yard. Of course, I'll be deeply sorry to have to tell them and I'm certainly not going to mention my brother's part in it all. You can imagine that they are not likely going to be too happy."

"No, please don't. They can't find out!" I cried.

"Can't?" he said mercilessly, spreading his muscular legs open a little wider, his cock still hard and thrusting out from his grey pubic hairs. "How are you going to convince me? Besides, remember you told me 'Whatever you need, Mr. Gordon.'" He was leering at me as I stood frozen realizing that he had me trapped. I couldn't let my family find out what I had done.

"Come here, now." he ordered in a stern voice. I waded slowly towards him, my eyes darting, hopelessly hoping for some escape or rescue. "Closer." He commanded reaching out and cupping the back of my neck to pull me in between his spread thighs. "Now," he whispered in my ear, "how about you put that pouty little mouth of yours to work and give my cock a little loving attention."

I pulled vainly against the grip he had on the back of my neck. "I've never done that before, Mr. Gordon. Please," I tried, "I don't think that I would like it."

Again he laughed huskily, forcing my head down towards his groin. "Well, son, I think that I'm going to like it a lot and that's all that matters to me." My mouth was inches from the precum that was glistening on his uncircumcised head. My resistance was weak, knowing that the result of my struggle was inevitable. Smelling the muskiness of his manhood and gazing at his throbbing cock up close I was ashamed to feel my mouth beginning to water in anticipation. 

As he felt me beginning to surrender he loosened his grip on the back of my neck. Nonetheless, my head continued to descend and I parted my trembling lips as I dipped and my tongue snaked out to lick the precum off the tip of his penis. "Aaaahhh!" His breath released in a soft sigh as his hips curled forward, raising his cock towards my obedient mouth. I bent a little further, letting the head of his meat push past my reluctant lips. His grip on my neck prevented me from pulling away and for a moment I just held the head in the warmth and wetness of my mouth.

As if possessed my body took over and I began to slide up and down his pole, my saliva coating his thick shaft allowing it to penetrate deeper and deeper into my virgin mouth. I began to lose myself in what I was doing; sliding his cock in and out of my mouth and licking the length of his shaft like it was my favourite Popsicle. Mr. Gordon laid back and arched his hips, instructing me to give his balls some loving attention. The thought repulsed me but I dipped lower taking first one then the other then both into my hot mouth and bathing them in the wet warmth of my saliva, occasionally sucking gently on his tight scrotum as Mr. Gordon's moans deepened and became louder.

"Uuuhhh! God, this is incredible! You are one amazing little cocksucker, son. Aaaah! Jesus! You are a natural!" he exclaimed as I released his balls and licked my way back up his throbbing rod, plunging down onto his throbbing meat causing him to buck and thrust.

"Faster, faster!" he cried holding my head between his big strong hands and forcing his hot sausage down my throat. At this point he took over, holding my head in place, pumping and thrusting furiously into my defenceless mouth. "Aaahhh! Aaaahh! Aaaahh!" I could feel his cock swelling as his pumping became more and more frenetic until: "Aaaaahhhh!!!" His cock exploded in my mouth shooting hot cum down my throat, filling my mouth to overflowing. With one final thrust he pushed all the way into my throat and held my head locked against his groin as my throat muscles sucked down every last drop of his salty sperm.

Suddenly his body went limp and his legs fell open, releasing his grip on my head, allowing me to slide away and to sink down into the water. I let the stream cleanse my face and opened my mouth to wash out the taste and feel of his ejaculate. I felt a little sick to my stomach, more from the idea of what happened than from the ejaculate which, surprisingly, I found tastier than I had expected. We both laid back recovering, Mr. Gordon on his hot rock, me in the cooling stream. Neither of us moved or spoke much for what felt like five nor ten minutes then I became aware of him beginning to stir and clear his throat as he shifted back up into a sitting position looking at me with slowing clearing eyes.

"Boy, you are good. I know a few frustrated husbands on your block who would be eager for your services." My imagination began to scan the faces of my neighbours wondering who he might be talking about. "Hey!" he said bringing my attention back to his eyes which seemed afire with lust. "Come back over here." 

"What now?" I wondered but moved obediently to him knowing that I was in his hands. He had shifted his sitting position on the rock moving his hips forward, his lower legs hanging down into the stream. I waded up to him and he reached out his left hand cupping my firm little ass and pulling me in closer to press up against his body. His fingers described small circles on the taught flesh of my buns alternating with gentle caresses and possessive squeezes. He leaned into me whispering in my ear: "You've been a bad little boy, haven't you? You've been a very naughty little boy seducing me with that hot pouty mouth of yours." "What!" My brain screamed! "I seduced him!?"

"Daddy's going to have to punish his naughty little boy, isn't he?" When I didn't reply he repeated: "Isn't he?" more sternly. "Oh my God," I thought. "Shades of Uncle Dave!" Reading my thoughts he cupped my ass more firmly. His hot tongue licked my ear and his teeth gently pulled on my earlobe. "That's right." He said. "Someone needs a little paddling on his cute little bum."

Mr. Gordon pushed me over his lap (at this point resistance felt futile) and shifted me into position, my defenceless buns literally and figuratively in his hands. His left arm pinned my body in place as his right hands rested on the swell of my buttocks, sliding down, almost meditatively, to squeeze the soft pouches near my tender hole, stroking my thighs and dipping his hands down to knead and massage between my legs. My cock quickly began to stiffen as he had his way with my naked ass requiring me to shift a little and give my hardening rod room.

"Is my little boy enjoying himself?" He asked leaning down to brush his lips across my quivering buttocks." "Daddy? Little boy?" It hardly described our relationship or my age but my cock loved the implication of what he was saying and, incredibly, grew even harder. Without warning he lifted his big warm caressing hand and brought it sharply down on my back side. "Oww!" I cried out. This was much harder than Uncle Dave's punishment!

"That's okay." he said. "Cry as loud as you like. No one will hear you. And you've got an ass that just begs for a good spanking." With those words he proceeded to do just that, his harsh blows raining down on my burning jiggling orbs as I cried and twisted trying vainly to escape his lustful discipline. I felt like the pounding my ass was taking would never stop. Mr. Gordon's erection grew and pushed up into my stomach as his discipline continued. 




My Best Friend's Dad



Finally he seemed to tire and, again like his brother, moved to softly cupping my tingling buns and leaning down to kiss and lick and nibble at my hot firm flesh. Cooing and murmuring and pulling my ass cheeks slightly apart to give his hot probing tongue access to the dark recesses of my ass crack, I heard him breathe my scent in deeply as he made it clear to me that I was his personal plaything. Almost unperceptively he slid me off his lap and stood behind me, planting hot kisses on my neck and reaching down across my belly to take hold of my now semi-hard dick.

I was gasping and moaning at his attentions. With his gentle kisses and the tugging and pulling on my sensitive member it was only moments before my meat heated up, becoming engorged and hard once again, throbbing in the warmth of his loving hand. My knees were weak and Mr. Gordon was partially holding me up as I leaned back against him and his commanding hands roamed over my torso, pulling at my nipples, stroking my shivering belly and pulling on my hard six inches while his hot lips continued to suck and kiss and lick up into the sensitive curve of my neck and jaw.

Then he was bending me over across the warm rock, using his legs to nudge mine further apart, the length of his hard pulsing cock pressing against my ass crack. He pushed his stiff length against my tingling crevice a few times, moaning from the pleasure it gave him, and then slid his naked body down my back, kneeling before my eager inflamed buns. Once again his hands roamed over his possession, spreading my willing cheeks and exposing my little rosebud to his carnal desires.

I felt the probing of his hot wet tongue and the misty warmth of his breath on my hole as he enthusiastically pushed his face into my eager slit. I couldn't believe how hard I was as his fervent tongue found its mark and pushed into my dark hole, licking and sucking, his moans slightly muffled by my plump, violated, bubble buns. I was swooning from his attentions as he moved back up my body, repositioning my legs for ease of access and pressed the tip of his hard rod against my helpless inviting rosebud. 

He paused for a moment and then pushed the big head of his sausage against my hole, opening me up and letting the length of his pulsing erection slide into me. His brother's previous handiwork allowed him ease of entry and Mr. Gordon slid up to the hilt with little effort. "Ohhhh! Jesus, I wish my wife was as tight as you." Slowly he began to fuck my yielding ass. "Uhhh! Uhhh! Uhhh! Uhhh!" My grunts matched his thrusts and his thrusts picked up tempo till he was pounding my ass and our moans and grunts were mingling as he took me there in the woods. 

Occasionally he would slap my buttocks or reach down and take hold of my raging hard meat to tug it and stroke it. Because he had come (in my mouth!) recently he had endurance and his hammering deep into my belly went on for a long time. He was holding me by the hips now pumping with wild abandon and I was pushing my slick, sweaty ass back into him as hard as I could. Soon I could feel his cock swelling and his breathing become more ragged. I pushed back even harder submitting to my lust and his dominance. He reached around and took my rod in his hands pumping it vigorously as he slammed into my hot welcoming butt hole.

"Aaahhh! Aaaahhh! Aaaaahhhh!" I didn't know which of us was screaming louder as Mr. Gordon erupted into my welcoming bowels and, at the same time, I began spurting onto the hot rock he had bent me over. Again and again his pulsing meat drove deep into me spasming at the height of each hard thrust then pulling back to plunge up to the hilt once more.

Mr. Gordon held his last thrust deep in my bowels as, once again, I drained and sucked out every last drop of his hot cum, this time with my ravaged little ass. We seemed locked in this embrace for an eternity before, gasping and collapsing, he fell onto my curved back his softening rod withdrawing with a little pop. 

I was in a daze after that. Somehow we were back at the car, loading up the tools and plants. Mr. Gordon had confiscated all my clothes except for my flimsy T-shirt forcing me to ride back to the city virtually naked. His hand rested in my lap fondling and playing with my genitals and stroking my thighs and belly, keeping me erect for his amusement. 

Occasionally, on the highway, we would pull up beside a big tractor trailer so he could allow the driver to look down into our car, exposing me to their lascivious gaze. The drivers would honk their horns in delight and derision at the view of my aroused nakedness. One of them wound down his window and shouted out an invite for us to pull over so that he could join in the fun. Mr. Gordon chuckled at my arousal and discomfort. 

Unbelievably, he shouted out consent and we drove off the road with the tractor trailer close behind us. We were near the city now so Mr. Gordon pulled into the far corner of a large parking mall. The tractor trailer followed us and parked beside the car, effectively screening us from prying eyes. The trucker, a big slightly overweight guy jumped down from the cab and moved to the passenger door a big leering grin on his face.

"Well, what have we here?" he said as he pulled open the passenger door and looked down lustily at my half-naked body. Jim's dad laughed at my discomfort, his hand still firmly grasping and pulling on my cock. "Now, be nice, Mikey. We don't want your parents to find out what you've been up to, do we?" I shook my head feebly knowing there was no escape. What was more shameful was feeling how aroused I was as the big trucker drank me in while Mr. Gordon continued to play with me!

"Why don't you give the man a little loving attention? Unzip him and give that sausage of his a little room to breathe. Now!" he said more forcefully as I hesitated. The trucker let out a deep chuckle at my discomfort. "That's mighty neighbourly, sir." He licked his lips as he turned to me. "Show me what that pretty little mouth of yours can do, sonny."

My hand was shaking as I reached out and slowly pulled down the zipper on his jeans. I reached in, feeling his thickening cock, as I tried to extricate it from his underwear. The trucker undid his belt buckle and the top of his jeans and pushed them down mid-thigh. "Here," he rumbled in his deep voice, "Let me help." 

10 inches of hardening meat were abruptly exposed before me. The trucker took hold of his penis and began to rub it back and forth across my face. "Suck it. Suck my dick, boy." I reached out and took hold of his hard meat and tugged at it, hearing him groan at my touch. As I pulled gently on his now stiff rod my lips bent towards the purple circumcised head. Without hesitation now I licked at his precum and up and down the shaft, alternating kissing and licking and stroking his engorged member.

My lips opened and I took in the musky sausage, bobbing my head up and down on his shaft, sucking him in deeper as my throat struggled to expand to accommodate his thickness. "Oh, yes! Oh, yes! That's good! That's good!" He groaned as I sucked with increasing enthusiasm, Mr. Gordon looking on with undisguised lustful delight at the completion of my humiliation.

Did I say completion? Not quite. Without warning he withdrew from my mouth pulling me up out of the pick-up truck, spinning me around and bending me over the seat as he expertly kicked my legs apart and laid his large hands on my ass cheeks. "Sorry, son; I'd like to play but I have a schedule to keep." With that he parted my ass cheeks and slowly but firmly pressed the head of his penis against my unguarded hole.

"Hey, buddy, check this out," he chortled to Mr. Gordon. "This is like riding a bucking bronco." And with that he plunged his 10" all the way up to the hilt. I screamed and bucked and fought to get loose but he held me there only a moment before starting to pound into my poor hole with fierce abandon. I cried and screamed in chorus with his grunts of pleasure. I knew this was going to be brutal and quick. "Oh, yeah! Oh,yeah! Ohhh, Jeeezuz Fucking Christ on a stick!!!" His hot cum poured into my bowels and dribbled down my leg. He pumped me hard until he was finished then abruptly withdrew with a loud sucking pop.

Just like that it was over. The trucker was buckling himself up as Mr. Gordon retrieved my clothes from the trunk of his car and let me get dressed for the rest of the ride into the city. The trucker sounded his horn as he drove away and we followed shortly afterwards. I cleaned myself up as well as I could before being dropped off at my house. Thankfully everyone had gone out to dinner. I crawled into the shower to wash myself clean and, after leaving a note explaining that I was feeling a little sick, I climbed into bed to begin healing my ravaged body.



My Best Friend's Dad Ch. 01



The older boy, the long, dark haired twenty five year old was on the sofa with the younger, eighteen year old blonde girl. The younger boy, the short haired twenty two year old was lying on the thick pile carpet with the dark haired, nineteen year old girl. Both girls were only wearing their panties. They were about to have sex.

They had come close to this a few evenings ago. The four of them had been to a country pub and on the way home Bill, the older boy, had driven his dad's Ford Mondeo into a field beside the road. Running alongside the field there was grass track that led to a big barn over half a mile from the road. He had used the spot before, several times. It was deserted and safe for any car approaching would be seen for enough time to get dressed.

The blonde girl, Sammi, was in the front with him. Her friend, Sara was in the back with Jon. They had been kissing and caressing each other since they had left the pub. As Bill drove, he had put his hand on Sammi's jeans covered leg. Sammi had held his hand and had reached over and placed her other hand on his thigh.

Neither couple had yet had sex, but the inevitably of their three week relationships leading to that was becoming more and more apparent. 

With the car parked behind the barn, but with a good view of the lane, Bill climbed over the central console and squeezed beside Sammi on the front seat. They kissed. It was a long, open-mouthed, tongue-probing kiss. At the same time Jon was sliding his hand inside Sara's thin sweater and cupping her small B cup breast. Bill was not far behind his friend and squeezed Sammi's boobs outside her blue and white hooped long sleeved tee shirt. 

The two couples became more adventurous. Jon pulled Sara's tits out from her bra and Bill fiddled Sammi's bra clasp undone. Neither girl objected for it felt very grown up being with these older boys and doing such things. It took only about another twenty minutes for the boys to have gone further, much, much further. Sara's was topless and Jon had his hand up her skirt. Sammi's bra was off and her tee shirt was pushed up round her neck. Sammi's jeans were pushed down near to her knees and Jon's hand was in her panties that also had been pushed down a little. Both girls were holding the boy's cocks that had been pulled out from their opened trousers.

The girls started to climax at roughly the same time, but Jon came into Sara's hand before Bill shot his load onto Sammi's stomach.

Nothing was said, but they all knew that Sunday, when they were having a barbecue at Sara's dad's house, they would fuck. Sara's dad would be out all afternoon and evening for he had gone to Manchester to see a football match that didn't finish until six. 

Sara's parents were divorced. Although she lived with her mum, she spent a lot of time at her dad's house for her mum had a power job and travelled a great deal. Sammi lived with her mum and step dad as her parents were also divorced. She and Sara were best friends and spent a lot of time together both at Sara's mum's and her dad's houses. 

They had a lazy barbecue with beer and wine. Sitting in the garden as the sun set they paired off. Sara and Jon were sitting on a hammock, Bill and Sammi were lying on a sun bed. They started kissing and touching each other.

"Let's clear this up first can we?" Sara asked.

They cleared up, put all the stuff in the dishwasher and tidied up the barbecue and patio before going into the large, square shaped lounge. Sara switched her iPod on, but not the lights. Although the lamps from the patio cast some light into the lounge it was quite dim, but they could see and, of course they could hear each other.

So Sara and Jon heard the rustle of Sammi's short, sundress being removed and the squelching of her and Bill's kissing. Just as the other couple heard the sound of the zip on Sara's shorts being pulled down. Both couples heard the others' low moans and sighs and whispered phrases as inexorably they moved towards having full sex. 

From her position on her back on the sofa Sammi saw that Sara on the floor was down to her panties and Sara saw that Bill was lying between her friend's opened legs.

This wasn't the first time the girls had sex in the same room. Earlier in the year they had been on holiday in Sharm el Sheikh, Egypt and had met two Dutch boys, who had fucked them firstly in the girls' room then in theirs.

So it wasn't a surprise to either girl when they saw the boys removing their friend's panties, saw the boys undressing, saw them putting condoms on and heard them fucking their friend.

*

The boys had left at around nine. The girls showered and got dressed and were watching TV when Sara's dad came home. They chatted for a while and Sara asked.

"Dad is it ok if Sammi stays the night?"

"Yes of course" her forty five year old father, Mark replied turning the TV on to watch the news. "Would you like something to drink or eat, I'm starving."

"We had a barbecue earlier, there's some salad and French bread left if you would like some Mister Reynolds?" Sara asked.

"Mark please Sara, mister makes me feel even older than I am."

They all laughed. "Look I need a shower, it's a long warm drive down from Manchester."

"You have your shower dad, we'll put our jarmies on and get the supper."

"He's pretty cool your dad, isn't he Sara?" Sammi said as they undressed and put long tee shirts on.

"Dunno, he's just my dad isn't he? We get on great though."

"Well I wish I had one like him" Sammi said tying her blonde, shoulder-length hair into a pony tail.

Sammi couldn't believe what was happening to her when they got downstairs and started fixing the salad with the bread and a bottle of cold white wine. As she was laying the table in the kitchen, Mark came in. He was wearing a dark blue towelling dressing gown that ended just above his knees. His legs beneath the hem were bare and that made Sammi suddenly think that he might be naked under it. Where the lapels of the gown were parted slightly she could see the covering of dark with a tinge of grey hair on his chest; she could imagine those hairs rubbing across her nipples. That made her shudder and feel relieved that she had borrowed a shorty dressing robe from Sara as her nipples had hardened like two acorns.

Mark and Sara's mum had been divorced for just over a year and parted for two. It had been pretty amicable and there was no acrimony over money for both had their independent wealth and had good jobs; she was Human Resource Director for a motor retail group with over a hundred dealers round the country and Mark was a director of an advertising agency. Whilst, Eleanor his ex-wife, had several partners since they parted, a couple of who, Mark guessed, may well have been 'partners' before the marriage break up, Mark had only had one fling and that lasted just a month or so. 

He attended to his sexual needs in a number of ways. Obviously masturbation, generally brought on by looking at porn videos, mainly lesbian on the net. A hooker that he used to 'entertain' clients returned the business he put her way by giving him the occasional blow job and a high class massage parlour where a variety of girls sometimes two at once massaged him and provided the extras that were necessary to make him cum. Despite these, he was continually frustrated. Although Eleanor and he had rowed a lot, they had also fucked a lot and had they have got on as well out of bed as they did in it they would never have parted.

Sammi seemed to be coming to his house with Sara more and more frequently recently. He didn't mind at all. After all Eleanor had to travel round the UK and was away a lot and it wasn't really fair for a nineteen year old to be left alone in a flat in Docklands. In any case he enjoyed the company of his daughter and naturally her friends were welcome; he was flattered that both she and Sammi wanted to come to his house in Islington.

He had known Sammi for several years and had watched her grow up into the beautiful, sexy young woman she now was. 'Fuck' he had thought when he realised that he was thinking of her as being sexy. He looked across the table at her feeling guilty that he was looking for a hint of her nipples through the thin robe and tee shirt. Amazingly, he thought, or maybe imagined that there were two small indentations. He caught her gaze. She was staring at him and smiled. Not a big grin, but more what in films they would call a slight enigmatic smile. At the same time she raised her eyebrows as if asking a question. But what the fuck was the question and, as importantly what was her answer? He smiled back and picked up his wine glass and drank from that to hide his confusion.

The late supper finished they went into the lounge and watched a documentary on Fleetwood Mac, a sixties and seventies pop group.

"Weren't these the group who swapped partners?" Sammi asked as she and Sara were sitting on the big sofa their feet tucked under their bottoms.

"Yes and some of their songs were about that" Mark said getting up, picking up the wine bottle. 

He walked over to the sofa noting that Sammi's dressing gown was gaping and the swell of her small boobs were clearly outlined. 

"More wine ladies?" He smiled taking in the sight of both girls legs where their dressing gowns had ridden up. 

"Please dad" Sara said holding her glass out.

"Yes please Mister, er sorry Mark," Sammi said that little smile forming again on her nice lips as their eyes met.

God I am beginning to fancy my best friend's dad she thought to herself. As Mark leaned forward to pour her wine the lapels on his gown parted a little and she saw his broad, hairy chest almost down to his waist. Dragging her eyes away from it she looked into his eyes and whispered. "Thanks Mark."

*

Almost involuntarily his hand found his swelling cock. He stroked it and it grew quickly to its bloated fullness. He stroked it with his fingertips and then wrapped his hand round it. He got up from the bed and walked over to the tall loft mirror. He liked looking at himself as he jerked off. Pumping slightly more firmly and a little faster he knew that he wouldn't last long. He rarely did nowadays unless he had just been to the massage parlour or had been with Marie the high-class whore.

He got some tissues and placed them by his feet as, alternating between staring into the mirror and closing his eyes, he pumped faster. He was near and visions of the two-girl massage of last week came into his mind. He saw Christy and Pippa kissing as they leaned across his naked body and fondled each other's breasts. That made him wank faster. He saw them holding his cock and rubbing it, bending down and moving their faces close to it. He felt both tongues licking his length. In his mind he could see vividly as one pair of lips and a tongue orally had sex with his balls and as the other pair of lips wrapped themselves round his cock. It sunk into her mouth. He started to pump with long, languid near to cumming strokes seeing the other mouth close over his balls and suck them as the tongue massaged his scrotum. Sinking to his knees to ensure that his cum would not land on the carpet he held his cock almost horizontal to it. One pair of lips was applying pressure to his cock as another did to his balls. He could feel the cum building up, the pressure on his cock increasing and it starting to throb as it prepared itself to eject its offering.

And then with a deep grunt, a big shudder of his body and a thrust of his cock in his hand his mind shot his cum into the waiting mouth of his daughter's best friend, Sammi as his daughter sucked his balls.

*

"I've got an interview at Durham" Sara told Sammi on a Sunday afternoon a few weeks later as they were lying on Sara's bed doing homework and listening to music.

"You need at least four straight A's to get in there don't you?"

"Yes."

"Well we won't be going to the same uni then will we?" Sammi smiled.

She was bright, probably brighter than her friend, but she had less application. Her expectation was four Bs with maybe one A. 

"Oh hi Mark" Sammi said looking up as Sara's dad came in after knocking at the door.

"Hi girls. How are you both?"

"Great" his daughter replied.

"Ok" Sammi said a little glumly.

Mark sat on the edge of the bed side on to the two girls, who were both in jeans and tee shirts.

"What up Sam?" 

"Oh nothing."

"Look Sammi, I don't want to be nosy or ask questions that you don't want to answer and I don't want you taking this wrong way."

Sammi had no idea what he was talking about really, but had a mild panic attack when she suddenly imagined him saying. 'You have to stop fancying me.'

"That's ok" she managed to blurt out as their gazes locked over Sara who was lying on her front between them.

"You seem to be spending an awful lot of time here, which you are welcome to do, but is there a problem or anything?"

'Yes I would like to take all my clothes off then strip you naked and have you fuck me rigid' she wanted to say. Instead she muttered. "Things aren't too good at home at the moment. My mum and step dad are rowing a lot. I hate that."

"Sorry to hear that luv. Please feel free to come here as much as you wish" he said quietly, wondering how he could get her to 'cum' here without alienating his daughter or being accuse of being a pervert.

"That's great thanks Mark" Sammi said flashing him that quizzical smile

"I have to go into the office girls."

"On a Sunday?"

"Yes we have a big presentation on Tuesday and the team working on it need my advice."

"What time do you think you'll be back dad?"

"Certainly not before nine or so."

"I was wondering about dinner."

"I'll have something in the agency, why don't you have a take away?" "Yeah could do we are seeing Bill and Jon later. Ok if they come here and we get Chinese or something?"

"Of course."

"And if they have a few beers."

"No problem. See you later" he said kissing his daughter on her head as his eyes met Sammi's.

"Mmmm I hope so" she whispered.

Sara was sitting on Jon's lap facing him, whilst Sammi was lying on her back with Bill between her opened legs. They were all naked. 

Jon moved Sara so that she was kneeling across his thighs, she was straddling him. He was holding her slim hips. "Now you fuck me" he said thrusting upwards as he pushed downwards on her hips.

His cock surged up her heavily lubricated cunt and they started to fuck.

Hearing Jon's remark Bill lifted Sammi's legs up and put them over his shoulders. "Ok Sam?"

"Mmmm lovely" she groaned back as the tip of his cock nuzzled against her lips.

"Then take this baby" he muttered thrusting firmly so that his cock shot up Sammi's equally heavily lubricated cunt.

Both couples fucked for a few minutes.

"Oh god yes" Sara was moaned as Jon said.

"Fuck I am cumming, you've done me."

"Good, cum then Jon, cum for me."

"Oh Sammi, Sammi" the older guy said as he moved to that stage of a fuck where the man slows down and makes long deep surges into his lover's cunt. 

"Yes, yes, yes oh fucking yes" Sammi sighed back as her orgasm built and she started to cum. As she felt Bill erupting it engukfed her mind and body.

"Is it good Sam" he grunted his cum shooting into the condom.

"Oh yes Mark, yes, yes" she groaned.

Luckily for Sammi the other three either, didn't hear what she said or, thought it was something else.

Having showered after the boys had left the two girls were again getting ready for bed when Mark came home rather earlier than expected.

"Shit Sar, that's lucky ten minutes earlier and we would be really fucked."

"Well I don't know about you luv, but I was really fucked weren't you?"

"Mmmm actually yes I was, he is a good fuck Bill."

"What did you call him as you were both finishing?" Sara asked knowing full well that her friend had said Mark.

"Dunno, what did it sound like? I was real gone."

"It sounded like Mark."

"Mark. What like in a man's name?

"Yes, you weren't imagining fucking my dad were you?" Sara laughed as at that moment he called out.

"Hi girls I'm back."

They went downstairs, but this time didn't wear the dressing gowns. Instead they were both just wearing mid-thigh length tee shirts.

Despite having stopped at the massage place on his way home and having a vigorous fuck with a slightly overweight, big-titted Latvian woman, Mark was still instantly aroused when the two girls came into the kitchen. Since that wank when he had imagined his daughter sucking his balls and Sammi giving him a blow job, he had quite regularly fucked the blonde in his mind. Seeing her here in his house bare footed with the tee shirt clinging to her little tits and leaving much of her legs bare she was instant hard on material; total sex on legs he thought as Sara got three beers and he and Sammi stared at each other.

"Hi Mark" she said softly.

"Hello Sammi, how are things at home?" He asked wondering if he could get away with hitting on her?

"No too bad, thanks" she replied thinking how she would so love to take the hem of her tee shirt and pull it up to show him her body.

"Here you go" Sara said giving each of them a Peroni.

They chatted as they drank their beers. 

Sara genuinely hadn't noticed what was going on between her best friend and her dad, but that was typical of her. She took things very much at face value and behavioural nuances and such like just seemed to pass her by. That's why she really had been everyone's friend at school. It was also a reason why, along with Sammi she was a fairly easy lay.

Sammi couldn't believe how easily she had got away with calling out Mark's name as Bill had made her cum earlier. Also she couldn't really believe how her friend hadn't noticed how she was when Mark was around. It was a bit like when she had lost her virginity, she was sure her mum and friends would see the difference now that she was a woman. But just like then when no one seemed to notice, Sara didn't now. 

Of more concern to her was did Mark notice? Did he realise just how much she fancied him and the extent to which she lusted for him? She had no idea, but expected he didn't as she was careful as she had to be in front of Sammi. At times she wondered what she would be like if her friend wasn't there. And at other times she wondered what he would think if he realised just how many times he had fucked her in her masturbation fantasies.

They had moved into the lounge where Mark was sitting in an easy chair with Sara on the floor beside him. Sammi was sitting on the sofa opposite them. Her bare legs were crossed and the hem of her tee shirt had ridden up her legs. Mark could hardly tear his eyes away from where the thin material was clinging to her boobs. His erection was growing and getting caught up in the tail of his shirt and his boxers. They were both imagining the same thing; him fucking her on the sofa.

"Is it next weekend you are off to Durham?" Mark asked Sara his eyes flitting from his daughter to the erotic vision of her friend on the sofa opposite him.

"Yes it is dad" Sara replied her hand rubbing up and down her father's calf.

"When do you go babe?" Sammi asked wishing you had the guts to do a Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct.

"Friday afternoon and back Monday morning."

"Lucky girl" Mark said imagining Sammi naked.

"I'm working most of the week" Sammi said.

"What in the restaurant?"

"Yes, apart from Wednesday."

"I'll see you then won't I?" Sara asked.

"Yes of course" Sammi replied looking at Mark and smiling, said softly. "So three nights on the raz then Mark?"

"Why want to join me?" He replied without thinking.

"Hmm chance would be a fine thing."

"No, now you two when the cat's away the mice shouldn't play."

Sara and Sammi were staying at Eleanor's that night so after they left Mark checked out a few videos. He was entering lesbian into the search engine when he saw a category that he hadn't used before. He clocked on teens and as menu came up. He selected teen girls with mature men.




My Best Friend's Dad Ch. 01



Sammi was now never far from his thoughts and the idea of having sex with her was starting to consume his sexual thinking. Even now, lying on his bed naked watching his tablet and seeing an older guy about to fuck a young blonde he could so easily imagine that it was him with her.

He knew though, well more felt, that it was an illusion. Firstly, despite the coy, flirty glances and enigmatic smiles he doubted an eighteen year old would countenance sex with a man who was more than a quarter of a century older than her. Why would she when she had the pick of the young bucks around town? On top of that, he doubted that he could stand the rejection if he tried. It would obviously get to his daughter and then probably Eleanor and Sammi's parents and he would be both a laughing stock and probably a pariah as well. Even if, and he was sure this was hugely unlikely she said yes and they had sex, where would it lead? Would it be just a one fuck wonder or would they have an affair? If the latter then again someone was bound to find out with the similar repercussions as to if she rejected him. It was a fucking mess whichever way you looked at it he was thinking as he watched the mature man ease his large cock up the slim blonde's arse.

*

Mark had come home early from work to take Sara to the station. After wishing her well and driving her there he had worked for the rest of the afternoon, grilled himself a tuna steak on the barbecue, ate that with some salad and thought about the evening and weekend ahead. As usual he was feeling horny and contemplated going to the local massage parlour, but as he showered and washed his hair he decided to save that for tomorrow and use the evening looking at some stuff on the net and maybe go into a cam chat room and see if he could find 'some action.' He slipped into a pale grey track suit, but didn't bother with underwear. He lived in hope of finding a woman, as he had once, who had a cam and with whom he could undress. He knew it was a long shot, but then that's part of life.

Taking his new Microsoft Surface and a glass of red wine into the lounge he laid out on the sofa where Sammi had recently been fucked by Bill and logged on to a porn video channel. Popping 'lesbian seduction' into the search engine he watched as the untold number of pages came up; he never ceased to wonder at just how much porn was available on the Internet. Whilst his ad agency obviously made extensive use of the net, as all agencies did, Mark was under no illusions as to what was the driving force behind it and that was porn. There was extensive research by the ad industry, which was never made fully public that supported this theory.

"Fuck" he said out loud when the bell to the house rang. He looked at his Rolex watch. It was nine thirty. He paused the video, got up and went to the door.

"Sammi" he said when he opened it.

"Can I come in please Mark?" She asked looking up at her idol.

Although she had an almost 'butter would never melt in her mouth' look, Mark was shocked.

"Sara's not here."

"I know, she's in Durham, she just text me."

"What do you want?" Mark asked half panicking and half wanting to be alone with her.

Sammi had thought carefully about this. She was there on purpose, with an objective in mind; she wanted Mark to fuck her and she intended to try and seduce him or, preferably have him seduce her.

"To come in" she said looking right into his eyes.

"Sammi, I don't think this is a good idea" he replied without thinking as he felt his balls twitch at the prospect of being alone with her.

"Why not Mark" she asked holding his gaze, thinking he's scared to be with me. Why, because he won't be able to resist me or because he's scared I might cry wolf?

"Well we will be alone, Sara's not here" he answered truthfully, not quite sure why he had tried to deter her as already he could feel the stirring in his balls and cock.

"But I need help" she pleaded.

"Then come in of course, I am sorry Sammi" he said opening the door and revelling in the sensation as she squeezed past him. 'God she's so small almost delicate' he thought looking at her five feet five inch one hundred and fifteen pound body. Thinking of his two hundred pounds and six feet four inches he thought 'I would fucking squash her if I fucked her.' But then when he thought of some of the tiny Thai girls he had been with when in Bangkok he knew it would be ok.



My Best Friend's Dad Ch. 02



Authors advisory.

This is a follow on to the story I published a short while ago titled My Best Friend's Dad. 

It would be advisable to read that first, but if you do not wish to this should stand alone as a stirring erotic tale. 

Both stories incidentally are true.

          *



Sammi had dressed carefully. She wasn't absolutely sure what she had in mind. After all, she had never seduced anyone before, but the possibility of seducing her best friend Sara's dad was buzzing round her brain as she showered, did her hair then chose the clothing she was to wear to go to the divorced Mark's house.

She was wearing a crisp, white cotton, button up the front blouse. It wasn't tucked into the waist band of the blue denim, micro skirt that ended some nine inches above her knees. Having left the top three and bottom two buttons undone, she knew full well just how much flesh she was showing both above the blouse around her breasts and beneath the hem around her waist and tummy button. She hadn't bothered with a bra, but had thrown on a long, mid-thigh length grey woollen cardigan that she wore undone..

She had a sort of plan, but deep down she didn't expect to see it through. In the back of her mind was the idea of seducing him; well not physically doing that by grabbing his cock or anything like that. In her mind, it was more make herself so sexually appealing that he wouldn't be able to resist her. Part of her felt that he fancied her. She had seen the look in his eyes that she'd seen with other boys and the one older man she'd been with. But she wasn't sure, you never can be with men she thought. Mark might well fancy her and might imagine having sex with her, but would he take the risk? Would he try to fuck an eighteen year old, close friend of his daughter who knew his wife and many of his friends? There was a lot at risk. And on top of that he could well have a strong resolve, high morals in that area and maybe a distaste of fucking eighteen year old kids? But she was determined to put herself in the position to test him, although she didn't feel she could make the first move, girls just don't do that do they, at least not with a man old enough to be her father.

"I am sorry to do this Mark" she said as they stood opposite each other in the kitchen.

Mark felt so nervous. Other than fleeting moments when Sara had left room, he and Sammi had not been alone together. 

"What's the problem Sammi?" He asked as she slid the cardigan off and dropped it on a chair.

"They are rowing something terrible again."

"Oh dear, I'm sorry" Mark said feeling giddy at seeing all the bare flesh. 

In the flip flops and with the micro skirt her tanned legs seemed to go on for ever. He could see a slash of flesh round her waist, more on her chest and above her boobs where the blouse gaped and on her arms from the elbows down. Her golden, blonde hair looked perfect settling down onto the white cotton covering her shoulders and as she looked at Mark her blue eyes seemed to bore into him.

"Thanks Mark I just had to get away from him" Sammi said softly looking at where the zip on the top of the track suit was undone showing his thatch of dark but greying hairs on his chest. He was clearly not wearing anything under the top and that made Sammi wonder immediately if he was wearing anything under the trousers. The idea made her tingle. 'Maybe I'll find out soon' she thought imagining sliding her hands down the front and finding his cock.

"By the way would you like a drink?"

"May I have wine like you have?"

He poured her a glass and walked her into the lounge.

"Can I get you anything to eat, perhaps some cheese and biscuits?"

"Mmm that would be lovely" Sammi said plopping down on the sofa where she had been fucked by Bill. 

That made her think whether she would get to be fucked again on it smiling as the saying 'lightning not striking twice in the same place crossed her mind' as she added. "I haven't eaten all day" looking at Mark's new Microsoft Surface on the arm of the sofa.

Fixing the small meal in the kitchen, Mark could feel his cock hardening at the thought of being alone with Sammi. He doubted that anything would happen and deep down he probably didn't want anything to happen as the repercussions could be truly awful. What he couldn't make his mind up on was whether he would be able to resist the temptation if it was offered!

Rearranging his rampant cock and thanking his lucky stars that the tracky trousers were loose he carried the tray with the platter of cheese, plates, knives, biscuits, and grapes into the lounge. 'Oh fuck' he thought seeing Sammi sitting in the corner of the sofa. The front of the cotton blouse was gaping showing a deep cleavage and hinting strongly that she wasn't wearing a bra. With her feet tucked up beneath her the stupidly, but wildly excitingly short skirt was almost up round her waist. Knowing that he was being 'older man stupid' that made him wonder whether she was wearing panties As he placed the tray on the table he had to bend down and his eyes were at a level and angle where almost, but not quite they could confirm whether she was or not.

I'll just get the wine he said returning to the kitchen almost in a hot sweat. 'How the hell am I going to see this out without trying to fuck her?' He asked himself picking up the bottle of Shiraz and two glasses. Back in the lounge he went to sit in a chair the other side of a coffee table to Sammi when he saw his Surface on the arm near her. Realising in a panic that he had left it on xhamster he unthinkingly leaned across the table and past Sammi to reach for it. Sammi seeing him leaning forward momentarily thought he was going to kiss her. She sat upright, which pushed her little tits up ready to receive his hands and mouth, but then saw that he was reaching for the tablet. 'Bollocks' she thought saying.

"Here let me" as she picked it up causing it to come out of migration. They both saw the image on the screen of pictures advertising a dozen or so porn videos. 'So that's how he gets his rocks off is it?' She thought handing it to him. Sammi couldn't help smiling at the guilty expression on his face, but admired his coolness when he also smiled and said.

"All in the pursuit of research you understand" he said taking the incriminating little computer.

"Of course" she smiled back.

They ate and drank in silence for a few minutes. Both were on tenterhooks and were looking for signs from the other. Signs that they might or signs that they wouldn't. But of course none came and even if they had it was unlikely either would have had the confidence to accept them, just yet! 

Mark was trying surreptitiously to look up Sammi's skirt or down her top and was imagining himself undoing the remaining few buttons on her blouse or yanking her skirt up round her hips. At the same time she was still fantasising about sliding her hand inside his track trousers and grabbing his cock, the outline of which she thought she had seen as he leaned across the table. 'He's got a stiffy' she thought, her pulse racing at the idea at what she had done to this so much older man.

"So you were saying about home."

"Yes it's got awful" she said looking very crestfallen.

"I don't want to pry Sammi, but in what way?" Mark said feeling hugely sorry for her.

"That's ok Mark" she replied looking at Mark and seeing the concern on his face. "They really row pretty much all the time, it's getting violent."

"What physically?"

"No violent wasn't the correct word, perhaps aggressively. I don't think he hits her, but they both get drunk and all hell breaks loose."

"I see."

"Do you Mark? I don't think so, you and Eleanor were never like that" Sammi said mentioning Mark's ex-wife who she had known since she and Sara started school.

"No that's true."

"But they are" Sammi went on as she felt the tears welling up. "And it then gets worse."

"Oh Sammi please don't" Mark said getting up and walking round the table. "I hate to see you like this. What is it?"

"I feel ashamed as if it's my fault."

"What is?"

"No Mark I can't" she said feeling very upset, but also hugely excited as he sat beside her on the sofa.

Not thinking of the sexual connotations, he put his hand on her shoulder. The feel of his fingers through the thin cotton was like an electric shock to Sammi. 'I don't want your bloody hand there Mark I want it on my tits' she thought slightly pressing back against Mark's hand.

"Please tell me to mind my own business love, if you want" Mark said revelling in the feel of his daughter's friend's shoulder under his hand. He looked down and his gaze went inside the slightly gaping front of her blouse. He could see most of one breast almost to the nipple. His erection that had subsided as they had talked 'reared its ugly head' again. He so badly wanted to push his hand down her shirt and grab her little tit that he surprised himself when he didn't do that.

"No it's ok" Sammi said quietly looking at him and wondering whether that was lust in his eyes. "Ask whatever."

"How does it get worse?"

Sammi had been half dreading, but half wanting this to be asked.

"He tries it on with me?"

"What sexually?"

"Yes."

"Oh shit and with Jan there?"

"Not right there, but yes in the house. I lock my door every night in case he comes in."

"Has he tried?"

"Yes a couple of times he has come into my room when mum was downstairs."

"And did anything happen?"

"No, but I feel terrible and dirty and ashamed. That's why I now always lock it when I am changing or having a shower and always at night."

"I'm so sorry" Mark said without thinking slipping his arm round her shoulders and cuddling her to him. 

Her shoulder was squashed against his chest and the outside of their upper legs were pressed together. His hand was wrapped round her upper arm, his fingertips almost, but not quite touching against the side of her breast. They both felt the tension of the heightened sexual atmosphere. His face was in her golden hair, she rested her head against his broad chest and neither spoke or did anything for a few moments.

'Will he go further now?' Sammi asked herself feeling safe and secure, yet highly aroused being in his strong arms. 'Oh God I so want him to' she mused adding as an afterthought. 'I think.'

'She's showing no resistance' Mark thought wondering if he should try something. She felt so small and vulnerable, but also so extremely desirable. 

He could hardly believe how much he was lusting after an eighteen year old kid and couldn't work out and was too worried to try to find out if she was looking at him and being in his arms as her best friend's dad or as a potential lover? He hoped for the latter, but suspected the former was in her mind.



"Did anything happen today?" Mark asked loving the feel of her head against his chest and her leg on his.

"Yes, he tried to kiss me, he was pissed. That's what made him do it."

"I don't think he would need to be pissed to want to do that Sammi" Mark said gallantly, yet thoughtlessly.

"No Mark?" Sammi whispered raising her face and looking into his eyes.

They stared at each other for a moment or two. It was as if they were like two boxers sparring with each other or like track cyclists hovering on the spot waiting for the other to make the first move.

"It was really bad this time, I think he'd taken some coke as well, they both snort it" she said in a whisper as she rested her hand on his leg just above his knee. It felt good and it sent a shockwave through his entire body. 

His cock was rearing up his stomach unfettered by underwear inside his loose, tracky trousers. 

"What a bastard he is, it must be so scary for you."

"It is, may I stay here the night please Mark?"

'Oh fucking hell' Mark thought. 'Her and me in the same house alone all night.'

His mind went into overdrive as he tried to work out his response. Bollocks why wasn't Sara here? He knew he couldn't send her home, but how the fuck could he sleep in the same house as her without trying something and probably making a fool of himself?

'He's going to say no, the bastard' she thought. Then feeling excited wondered whether he was scared of being alone with her.

Mark tried hard to stop the inevitable, but by so doing just created other problems. Just as he had when he had opened the door he copped out.

"I'm not sure that's a good idea Sammi."

"Why not Mark?"

'Oh bollocks why reply like that, why put me on the spot? He thought.

"Well er, um you know" he fumbled around trying to find a reasonable excuse.

Sammi saw the opportunity, her chance to put herself in the position where she was sort of showing out without being too obvious. A position where she could in a way indicate that she was up for it without being too overt. Looking up and staring right into his eyes she let that enigmatic smile creep onto her lips as she said.

"You can lock your door Mark, I promise to behave myself."

That made him smile and broke the tension a little. 

"That's considerate of you Sammi" he said then again without thinking things through he added. "But then you always lock your door don't you?"

"Not when I am here Mark" she said quietly her chin still resting on his chest.

Again neither said anything for a while. During the pregnant silence, they continued to stare at each other with Mark's left arm round her shoulders his hand holding her left arm a short way down from her shoulder. Sammi's slim body was turned so that her right shoulder was pressed against Mark's chest just beneath his rib cage, her left hand was still resting on his left leg, but was now a little way up it. Her face was only a few inches from where the folds of the track trousers were still hiding his full erection. Where Sammi's body was turned the thin cotton of her white blouse was stretched. It was more open at the top and Mark could see where the uppermost button was stretching the buttonhole; he could also see almost all of the side of one her little tits. Incongruously he found himself hoping that the cotton on the button wasn't too strong and that the pressure would break it! No such luck of course he smiled in his mind, but not on his face. 

'Kiss me, kiss me you fucking idiot' Sammi said to herself thinking it has to be up to him to start something, although oddly she knew that if she was with a boy she would willingly 'take the bull by the horns' and kiss him.

'I'll do it, she wants it' Mark was thinking, but feeling shit scared in case he had read this wrong. 

Alarm bells were ringing in each of their heads as the intense surges of excitement roared through their bodies. Something had to give.

"Well neither of us will have to lock our doors tonight will we Sammi?" Mark said indicating that she could stay the night.

"You mean I can stay then?"

"Of course you can."

After all the time they had both been having sexual thoughts about each other and thinking how, and whether they would dare try to initiate some sexual action it happened so easily.

"Thank you Mark" Sammi said turning so that the top half of her small body was facing his. She wriggled herself upwards going to kiss him on the cheek. 

As she did that so he bent forward to receive the peck and put his right arm out to hold her shoulder. Due to her movement he missed that and instead just as her lips grazed his cheek his hand slid between the side of her body and her left arm, the palm of his hand slid alongside the side of her boob and rested there. At the same time, Sammi placed her left hand on his chest with her lower arm in a straight line downwards so that, completely by accident her elbow pressed against his erection. It took a moment of something like suspended animation for what they were both feeling to sink in.

'Fuck he's like a rock; Sammi thought as Mark gasped at the feelings on his hand from the softness of the side of her breast. In different ways and with different phrases rushing through their heads they were both thinking 'who will blink first?'

'Jesus she knows I've got a hard on, will that faze her?' He was asking himself as her elbow moved away from his cock. 'Was that a rejection, did she find a man over twenty five years her senior getting an erection because of her distasteful or perverted even?' He asked himself half expecting her to stand up.

It didn't come to that. Although her arm moved away Mark left his hand right where it was trapped between her arm and the side of her boob. Cleverly, though really fortuitously, he left it for her to make the decision. He was touching her very intimately, but in a way that if she didn't want that then he hadn't made an overt movement like grabbing hold of her tits or arse or kissing her full on the mouth! If he had got it wrong she could simply move her body, his hand would come away from her boob and everything could be assumed to be an accident and no face would be lost by either of them. Sammi realised that as well. Although very inexperienced when compared to Mark, she had been around enough boys to know that a hand touching a girl's tits was no accident, well the touching may have been, but the leaving it there most certainly wasn't. She recognised that the 'ball was now firmly in her court.' She knew she could easily wiggle her body and move it. Equally, she knew that just as easily she could make an overt gesture like dropping her hand on the lump of his erection that was now quite evident in his pants.  She still wasn't sure enough, though, that what Mark was doing was a clear sign that he wanted to go further and for her to start cock grabbing.

Looking up at him she said very softly. "You do realise what your hand is touching don't you Mark?"

"Yes Sammi" he croaked thinking that he had blown it and that she was going to tell him to remove it.

The 'yes Sammi' thrilled her. She knew that it was one of the last pieces in the seduction jigsaw puzzle. A barrier had been crossed as they each had acknowledged, not only the intimacy of his touch, but also that it was an overt action. In fact, it was an intent on his part to leave it there and an acceptance from her for it to be there. He was showing clearly that he wanted to feel her breast and she was demonstrating equally clearly that she wanted him to do that.

Sammi's heart seemed to beat so fast and her pulses raced as the realisation that at last, after all these weeks she was very near to going further with her friend's dad. Mark's excitement also increased enormously when his mind accepted that her not moving and her simple question of asking if he realised what his hand was touching were as good as absolute signs of her acceptance of his vague initiation; his request to be at least intimate with her had been accepted.

Looking right into his eyes Sammi took hold of Mark's wrist. 'Oh fuck I got it wrong' he inwardly groaned as she pulled it out from between her arm and body. The look of disappointment on his face made her smile. It also bolstered her confidence and adventurousness for she knew that they had reached that point, which happens with all 'seductions' where the woman takes control. The man may be leading, dominating and believing he is the seducer, but in reality once his cock is hard he starts thinking with that and not his brain, whereas the female usually still has control of both her body and her mind and thus him. 

She moved her hand so she was holding the back of his hand and not his wrist. Still staring at him with that engagingly sexy smile on her beautiful lips she pulled his hand and said in whisper. "Then you had better touch it properly hadn't you Mark" as she placed his hand right on her left tit and squeezed.

"Oh God Sammi" Mark groaned as so much of what he had fantasised for weeks seemed to be coming true. The feel of her unfettered breast in his hand sent shudders of desire and sexual pleasure through him.




My Best Friend's Dad Ch. 02



Still caressing her left breast Mark put his other arm round her, pulled her to him and kissed her.

It was absolutely just want they both wanted and they kissed long, passionately and deeply. Both of them felt their hearts pounding as he pulled her as close to him as he could get her without letting go of her gorgeous little breast. Giving vent to the pent up frustration of the last couple of months their lips ground together, their tongues duelled and their bodies squirmed as each of them tried to wring the last tingle of excitement and pleasure from the exchange.

"Oh Mark, Mark" Sammi sighed so relieved yet enormously expectant of what was now surely to come.

"Sammi, Sammi, I have so yearned for this" he groaned back cupping her pert tit, finding the erect nipple and pinching that.

"Mark I have so wanted this! Sammi whispered revelling in what his hand was doing to her.

"So have I. I have thought of little else."

"Really Mark, really?"

"Yes Sammi really."

"Since when, for how long, when did it start?"

"I think it started before, but when I noticed it strongly for the first time was that Sunday I came back from Manchester."

"Yes me too" Sammi replied kissing him again and draping an arm round his neck. She stroked his hair as she slid the other inside his opened track suit top. His hairs felt nice to the touch and her fingers stroking over his chest and down to and just inside the elasticated waist band of his tracky pants sent such wonderful sensations through him.

"I can hardly believe it?"

"What?"

"That you want this?"

"Why not, after all I am a woman Mark."

He laughed and squeezed her breast again. "Oh yes Sammi that I know only too well, but I am so much older."

"But not old Mark, just older."

"And you are so young Sammi."

"What's age got to do with it?"

"Nothing I suppose" Mark replied kissing her again. 

Now feeling more confident he removed his hand from her breast and as they sucked and licked each other's lips he went to slide it inside her blouse. It had suddenly become so important to him to feel the bare flash of this young woman's breasts. But as he pushed his hand inside her blouse he could feel that it was too tight. Sammi felt that as well and, wanting his hand on her bare breast as much as he wanted it there she, somewhat reluctantly moved her hand from inside his track top to her blouse. Smiling and looking into his eyes she whispered.

"Yes Mark?" As her fingers fiddled the top of the two buttons that were done up out of the buttonhole. The blouse was now being held together by just one button that was positioned between her tits. He could see all of her chest apart from the fullness of her small bobs and of course her nipples although the indentation of their hardness was now clear through the white cotton top.

"Oh yes Sammi. Yes please" Mark sighed watching with fascination one of the most erotic sights he had ever witnessed unfolded before his eyes. Slowly, almost as if doing a strip tease the young woman undid the remaining button and slowly pulled the blouse open so that who she was hoping was soon to be her lover could feast his gaze on them.

Mark was more used to big tits. He had always been a tit man and Eleanor had the assets to satisfy his adoration of such flesh. Alright after breast feeding two children and being too busy with her job to use the gym, in recent years her breasts had simply blown up and were now well past the double D category. That said, and despite the very noticeable sag when she removed her bra, Mark had still enjoyed them. His hooker and the girls he favoured at the massage parlour all had ample 'chest candy' so he was quite unused to the more fried egg variety that Sammi was exposing to him. But seeing this gorgeous young woman revealing her pert little tits to him put all of that in the background. Hers looked amazing.

"Oh Sammi they are so beautiful" Mark murmured reaching out and running his fingertips across each orb and each areola and nipple. 

"You like them" she said rather hoarsely as she arched her back to him?

"I love them" he groaned caressing, stroking, cupping and squeezing them and not for one moment taking his gaze away from them.

'God he has such a wonderful touch' Sammi thought loving the way he touched them with just the right amount of pressure, unlike most of the young guys she had been with.

Sammi was sitting beside Mark on the sofa. She was leaning back against the back of it. He was sitting side on to her and slightly forward. She lifted her legs and draped them across his lap as she lay back deeper into the sofa. The outside of her right leg pressed against his hard cock. When they kissed he leaned further forward and lifted her back up. He did the same when he sucked, licked, kissed and chewed her nipples. Again, Sammi was impressed and so thrilled at how expert he was at making oral love to her tits. Smiling as she cradled his face to her bosom she thought. 'I wonder if he'll be as good making oral love to my pussy;' she was quite confident he would be.

Mark looked down at the vision lying on the sofa and the legs resting on his. Sammi's ridiculously short skirt had ridden right up her legs so that as he looked down he could see her white panties. She did nothing to hide them for in reality it was exciting her even more to have him look at them. Mark leaned forward again and in so doing pushed his erection even more firmly against her tanned leg. Neither of them said anything. He licked her breasts and sucked her nipples one by one into his mouth in the way that only a more experienced older man can do. As he did that, so he rested his hand on her leg well above her knee. His eyes tightly closed and his lips squirming against hers he plucked up all of his courage. 'Is it too quick, am I being overly ambitious, am I going too far too soon' he thought to himself as with his heart pounding he slowly slid his hand up the inside of the young woman's leg. It got caught near to the top due to her thighs being pressed together so he couldn't reach the top where he wanted to be. 

Sammi was holding his head as she had the hugely erotic sensation of a man's hand sliding up her bare leg. But then it stopped some inches from where she assumed it was aiming. She realised immediately the problem and without any further thought she opened her legs a little way. Not fully parted or lewdly, but just sufficient for his hand to slip down between them. That made his pulse race and his cock become even harder. He eased his hand further upwards until the side of it rested against the damp warmth of the gusset of her panties. Cupping the length of her pussy lips with his palm and fingers he curled his thumb upwards and with the experience of maturity found what he was looking for. Sammi's body stiffened and she cried out as she felt his hand run along her slit outside the panties and with none of the usual fumbling or hesitation she was used to with young men he found her clit and rubbed it. She immediately started to cum.

"Oh my God, oh my God" she groaned her body receiving so many simultaneous sexual stimulations. She grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand harder against her.

"Nice?"

"Oh it's fucking marvellous" she groaned as his one of his fingers continued stimulating her clit whilst another pushed slightly inside her taking the satin of her panties with it. Feeling very immature and girly she realised that her orgasm was starting. "Mark, I am sorry."

"What?"

"I'm going to cum, I am starting now" she moaned her hand reaching out for him. She found his erection outside the trousers. Grabbing it she started to pump just as he pushed her panties to one side and eased three fingers up the young woman's, tight soaking cunt.

"Yes baby" he said rubbing her clit with his thumb and fucking her with his fingers.

The feelings of his hard manhood on her hand were helping her orgasm build up nicely, but they were not enough. She fumbled her hand inside his trouser and right onto his thick, throbbing cock. It was fantastic for both of them and Sammi moaned as Mark grunted with pleasure. Just as she had with several boys including Jon in the car the other evening she started to wank him. His fingers inside her and his thumb on her clit were doing such wonderful things to her that as her orgasmic convulsions took over her body and mind she feared she would faint. 

It was as strong an orgasm as Sammi could remember. Quickly her body was being stimulated everywhere and her mind was flooded with powerful emotions. Rubbing his cock as he made her cum felt so good, it was the perfect thing for Sammi to do. Mark pushed himself forward a little and put his hand on top of hers, just as Sammi had done to him with her breast. Then between them as her orgasm broke they held and rubbed his cock until Sammi came down from the peak of her climax.

"Oh my god Mark" the young blonde smiled as he pulled her to him and cuddled her.

"Was it ok?"

"Ok" she gushed grabbing his face in both hands and kissing him. Breaking the kiss, but still holding his face she went on. "Was it ok? It was absolutely fucking marvellous, thank you so much."

"Don't be silly, there's no need for thanks other than me thanking you."

"And why should you do that?"

"Well most men of my age fantasise about having a young woman."

Smiling and kissing him again, she said huskily as she dropped her hand into his lap and ran his fingers along his bare, hard cock. 

"And that's what you are doing is it Mark?"

"What. What do you mean?"

"Well not doing, but are going to."

"Sorry Sammi, you've lost me or am I being thick?"

"It's me rambling don't worry."

"So what did you mean?" Mark asked hardly able to drag his eyes away from her bare chest and stomach with the thin landing patch of pubic hairs and her opened legs.

"You said about fantasising about having a young woman."

"Yes?"

"And I asked if that was what you were intending."

Mark really couldn't grasp what his young friend was going on about. "Intending what?"

"Intending to have me. Is that what you are going to do?"

Again, alarm bells rang in Mark's brain. Was she changing her mind he wondered? 

"Well er, sorry, well yes Sammi I thought we were going to..........."

Smiling at his embarrassment and again enjoying controlling a man, she stared into his eyes as she added to his lapsed sentence.

"To fuck. Is that what you thought Mark?"

"Yes" Mark said meekly wondering just what the fuck was going on in this intriguing young woman's mind. 'Do all the young play stupid fucking tricks?' he wondered feeling confused and rather deflated. But that only lasted a moment for Sammi went on.

"Well then my darling, why not take me upstairs take all my clothes off and fuck me?"



My Best Friend's Dad Ch. 04



The rasping roughness of his tongue as it slid along the velvety wetness of her cunt lips sent enormous tremors through the eighteen year-old girl. She had little experience of either, receiving or, giving oral sex. In her world of mainly inexperienced boys, it was hardly on the agenda as they were generally too keen to get their rocks off to worry overly about the girl's pleasure. In any case in the usually rushed episodes in the back of cars or downstairs with parents in bed there was hardly the time let alone the opportunity for languid pussy licking or sensual cock sucking. In the world of the forty-five year-old man lying between the young woman's opened legs, however, it very much was on the agenda for that's how older men are.

Mark is divorced and lives alone. Sara, his nineteen-year-old daughter nominally lives with his ex-wife Eleanor, but as she travels a lot with her job Sara spends considerable time at Mark's house, often accompanied by her best friend Sammi. Sara is away from home at a university week-end. Mark has just fucked Sammi. 

He had held her tightly comforting and loving her as the traumas of her orgasm sent convulsions through her and created such strong emotions in her mind. Her whole being tingled and felt tender to the touch as tears of pleasure and relief, with a tinge of guilt poured down her cheeks. She wasn't usually held and consoled after being fucked. More typically, the boy would have rolled away from her, pulled the condom off and would be pulling his underpants and jeans up by now. 

Mark stroked and caressed her little, B cup tits that had the pertness of youth the feeling of which he had all but forgotten. He was stroking her shoulder-length, blonde hair as he had said.

"Oh Sammi that was marvellous, you were marvellous."

"Was it Mark? Was I really?" she gushed so pleased to be told that by this much older man.

"Yes baby, yes it and you were incredible" he whispered turning her face and kissing her full on the lips. "Why are you crying?"

"I'm sorry I am just so happy."

"So am I Sammi."

Mark had known Sammi since she and Sara joined the same secondary school. He had seen her grow up and become such a beautiful, blue eyed, blonde haired, thirty four b, twenty four, thirty four inch young woman. Neither had felt anything sexual about the other until very recently. Neither could put their finger on just when it had started; just when both had started picking up vibes from the other and fantasising about them when they masturbated or just when they had imagined it was the other they were having sex with when it was a completely different person. 

With Sammi, that was an older boy in his mid-twenties. He and his mate had been having sex with her and Sara in his car or on Mark's settee or the floor in his lounge for a couple of months. It was just two weeks ago when he fucked her on the sofa as the other guy had Sara on the floor. Afterwards Sara had said. "Did you say Mark when you were cumming?"

Mark had no real sex partner. Since the divorce, he hadn't dated much, but instead used a massage parlour where the girls did whatever the client wanted, at a price. It was a big-breasted, blonde-haired Latvian masseuse that one evening as he fucked her from behind bent over the massage table he had imagined was Sammi. That hit him hard. 

These experiences made both of them realise that they were sexually attracted to the other, that they wanted to be more than a friend's dad and a daughter's best friend and yes, that they wanted to fuck each other.

The build up from that realisation had been slow. But then that's how it needed to be. Although there was a tremendous attraction factor for both of them, they were sensible people and they realised the enormous risks involved. Risks with both making a move on the other, getting it wrong and being rejected and with getting it right, having sex and then coping with the aftermath. Both had come so near several times to making a pass at the other, but discretion and fear had made them hold back. 

In the end though, the demands of their hearts and bodies had outweighed the cautions of their minds and they had kissed and held each other on the sofa where the boy had recently shagged Sammi. Her top had come undone and he had revelled in loving her unfettered breasts. Her ridiculously, but purposefully short skirt had ridden up her shapely, tanned legs until he could see her panties. As they kissed he had slid his hand up the skirt, caressed her and then fingered her to her first orgasm. She had thrilled him when she had said.

"Now you had better take me upstairs, undress me and then fuck me hadn't you?"

He had done just that and for both of them the fuck was fantastic.

* "Oh my god" Sammi moaned holding Mark's head in both hands as he licked the length of her pussy. He did it slowly with just the right amount of pressure making sure that the tip of his tongue fully anointed both lips and licked just inside them on that especially sensitive area. He sucked and kissed her covering every inch of the outside of her pussy before pushing the straightened tip of his tongue inside and probing upwards licking the insides as he started to tongue fuck her. At the same time, he was stroking and caressing her tummy and thighs and rubbing her bottom and chest. 

Sammi had never experienced anything like this. The combination of Mark's experience and knowledge with his patient approach, clear appreciation of her needs and his skill with his tongue was totally new to her. Her body was alive with sensations. She was tingling everywhere. Her breasts felt so full and seemed hotwired to her clit that felt to her as though it was pulsating. She could hardly get her breath, her pulses were racing and her heart was pounding as, feeling rather juvenile, but at the same time so female, she soared towards yet another orgasm, her fourth of the evening. 

Clinging onto Mark's head, moaning, groaning and sighing, her knees drawn up and her legs parted she pushed her pussy back against his tantalising mouth.

"Oh Mark, oh my god, oh yes, yes, yes" she muttered as those beautiful feelings swept over her.

"Yes baby, cum for me, cum for Mark" he muttered between taking mouthfuls of this gorgeous young thing's cunt into his mouth. 

They lay in each other's arms, half snoozing and half just enjoying the wonderful sensation of this unexpected, but so welcome sex. Mark held her, he comforted and consoled her yet at the same time aroused her and himself even more.

"I never thought this would happen, did you?" Sammi asked resting her head on Mark's fairly hairy chest and cuddling up to him.

"No I didn't, but I have been hoping it would."

Sammi laughed and stroked his chest. "You dirty old man."

"You got it in one" he smiled running his hand down the girl's slim back, His fingers found the crease of her bottom and slid in there a little way. She didn't move away so he left them there.

It was nearly an hour since they had finished their first penetrative sex and Mark had cum. Sammi was used to the boys she went with wanting 'the second half' quite quickly and generally they were not gallant enough to entertain her needs, as Mark had done, without theirs. She ran her hand down his body and was surprised when she found that his cock wasn't hard.

Realising that she might be concerned, but enjoying her touch on his penis he said. "Don't worry Sammi, it might take a little longer and it may need some help, but it will be there soon."

"Sorry Mark" she said, feeling rotten that she may have embarrassed him, but a little disappointed at his lack of erection.

"That's how it is with us older guys, but we get there."

That made her smile. Stroking his dick she felt some life in it and said huskily. "Let me help?"

"Mmmm that would be lovely" Mark responded enjoying her hand and fingers on him.

Sammi slithered downwards a little. She wasn't very experienced with bjs as the boys called them and had never let one cum in her mouth. But for some reason she wanted to help Mark and use everything she had to do that. Holding his slightly harder cock she wriggled her face downwards until her mouth was level with it.

Mark loved being fellated, but realised that it wasn't every woman's cup of tea. Eleanor, for instance hated it saying that she felt as though was being gagged and suffocated. He had no idea whether youngsters did it, or whether it was a practice that couples grew into as they became more experienced. But as he felt Sammi lifting his cock and imagined she was moving it towards her mouth he thought she's already shown she's pretty experienced. And that made him wonder whether Sara had given blokes blow jobs. The feel of her tongue on the tender, knob end of his glans where his foreskin had slid back was like a shock. He gripped her head through the thick golden hair and grunted.

"Nice?" Sammi murmured.

"Oh yes, baby it's lovely."

She slid his semi-erection inside her mouth. That was a new experience for she had never sucked anything other than the rock hardness of a younger guy. Mark stroked her head and face as he made low moans and took in this new aspect of sex. It started growing in her mouth and that felt wonderful. Not just the feeling of having a hard cock in there, but also the sensation of her making it grow. Her hand involuntarily cupped Mark's balls and she fondled them lovingly. She had never done that before and found that the feeling of them on her hand was wonderful. She rolled them and squeezed them gently sending spasms of delight through her older lover.

'Fuck she's an absolute natural' he thought cupping one of her pert, rounded cheeks and squeezing. She took him deep into her mouth just at the same time that he pushed forward a little, which sent the end of his cock into her throat. That made her splutter.

"Sorry Sammi" he said, adding. "You don't really have to do this, I am hard now."

"But I want to" she replied feeling slightly disappointed. "Don't you like it, aren't I any good at it?" She asked removing it from her mouth and looking up at him. The seriousness and hurt on her face and the two deep pools of dazzling blue of her eyes made his heart melt for the youngster.

"Sammi you are very good at it, what you are doing is wonderful and I love it."

"Shall I carry on then?"

"Yes baby, yes please."

Sammi was finding it easy, 'cock sucking is obviously my calling' she smiled replacing his now full erection in her mouth. Gently wanking the base of his cock and caressing his balls she took him deeply in and out of her mouth. She wrapped her lips firmly around it replicating the grip her tight cunt hade earlier made on his thick cock. Licking, sucking and kissing it from the bulbous, slightly leaking tip to the hairy, thick base she gave him such strong sensations that he suddenly realised he was near to cumming. 'Now that' he thought 'I can't do this soon.' 

"You'll have to stop luv" he groaned pulling her head away.

"Why don't you like it?"

"Yes too much."

"What do you mean?"

"You will make me cum."

"Oh I see. So?" She replied very matter of fact.

"And then we won't be able to make love for some time."

Looking up, catching his eye, with her mouth full of his cock she slid it out and said.

"We do have all night darling, don't we?"

"True" he replied revelling in her lips going round the it once more.

Sammi felt very grown and womanly as she started to really get going on Marl's cock. Sliding her mouth and down on it and stroking and rubbing his balls and thighs she shuddered with excitement as she felt his cock pulsating and him starting to meet her mouth movements with thrusts of his hips.

'He's fucking my mouth' she giggled to herself as she also thought. 'Well he's fucked me with his fingers and his cock so fucking me here must be next on the agenda.

Mark couldn't just cum in her mouth. She was too young and inexperienced for him to force that on her and, in any case, he quite enjoyed cumming on and between a girl's tits. He pushed on her head.

'What's he doing?' Sammi wondered having no comprehension that he was simply being polite and thoughtful. She didn't move, but held him firmly buried deep in her mouth.

Mark panicked for he didn't want to fuck things up between them before they hardly got going.

"Sammi I am near to cumming, let me go" he grunted.

She didn't budge, but simply gripped him harder, licked the bottom of his cock and held the end of it near to her tonsils. She made her intentions very clear and Mark realise that, or nearly did.

"Are you sure?" He asked reaching out and holding her hand. She gripped and tried nodding her head as she heard him say. "Now I really am so near."

Still she held him there making him realise that she did want him to cum in her mouth. And then he erupted. His cum shot and then seeped out of his cock onto Sammi's tongue and deep into her mouth. Being his second time and with his age there wasn't really that much, but to Sammi it felt as though there as loads. To her, the sensation of the sperm as firstly it oozed into her mouth and then dribbled down her throat as she swallowed it wasn't that great, but the buzz of doing what she had for him was fantastic. 

After muttering. "Was that alright Mark?" she lifted herself up and kissed him full on the mouth with little dribbles of his cum seeping out of her mouth across their lips and into his mouth.

"Oh Yes Sammi, that was incredible" he replied.

*

It was the first time that Sammi had slept with a man for the whole night without one of them having to get up and go home or back to their room in a hotel. She was the first woman who Mark had actually slept with since his divorce. It was a wonderful for both of them. They had held each other during the night and then they had fucked again in the morning. 

In the morning, Mark prepared them breakfast. He was wearing a shorty, dark blue silk dressing gown and Sammi had borrowed one of Sara's mid- thigh length tee shirts. They sat close together on the secluded patio outside the kitchen in the warm, mid-morning sun.

"Sex always makes me hungry" Sammi smiled stroking the back of Mark's hand as she wolfed down the scrambled eggs and bacon. "This is great" she went on lifting his hand and kissing it.

"Yes a lot of people say that" Mark replied wondering just how much sex she and thus, presumably his daughter had. "It was good wasn't?" he went on sliding his arm round the young woman's shoulders and pulling her towards him. They kissed deeply exchanging the tastes of the breakfast. That made them both recall what they had exchange one of the last times they had kissed

Passionately. 

"Oh Mark it was just wonderful, I feel so good. Thank you so much" Sammi said her hand almost involuntarily slipping inside his robe and stroking his chest.

"I said before never to thank me or any man for sex" he replied his hand as equally involuntarily finding her small breast and squeezing it.

He pulled her onto his lap and they continued kissing. She undid the tie on his robe and pulled it open. His cock was soft.

"Bit quick for that again" he smiled. "That's the problem with age."

"Yes but you more than make up for it with knowing what you are doing don't you?"

Seemingly effortlessly Mark lifted her up and sat her on the edge of the wooden table. "Well we like to think so" he went on standing up as his dressing gown billowed open. He took hold of the hem of Sammi's tee shirt and started to pull it up her body. 

"Out here" she said a tremendous surge of excitement going through at the idea of sex in the open air.

"Why not, no one can see and nobody will come along will they?" He said slipping the robe off and putting it on the chair.

"No I guess not" Sammi said as she lifted her bottom up. He pulled the tee up and over her head. They were both naked.

Sammi was confused. Here he was stripping them both naked in his back garden, yet he was soft and had admitted he probably couldn't go again just yet. "So what's happening Mark?"

"You'll see" he said quietly pushing her back on the table with her legs dangling over the edge. "Just lie there."

Mark took hold of her ankles and lifted them up so that they were pressed against her boobs.

"Mmmm nice view" he muttered looking at the bloated lips poking through the backs of her thighs. 

He ran his fingertips along the crease between them. That made her body jerk. He pushed his finger slightly inside her making her jerk even more. Sammi's heart was pounding so hard. Naturally, she had not been in such a position before. But then not too many young women had been naked in a middle aged man's back garden, lying on her back on a garden table with her legs in the air and her lover staring at and stroking her pussy.

"Oh Mark" she groaned reaching out for him only to have him move away.

"No, this is for you Sammi, this is an older man's gift to a wonderful young woman.

Lifting her legs up even further, Mark bent so that his face was close to her. She jumped when she felt him blowing on her pussy. She jumped even more when his tongue slid along the length of her slit. And she jumped more than that when she realised that his tongue had not stopped at the end of her pussy. No they had kept going and had crossed that thin strip of skin behind her lips. 

Mark was hardly thinking. He was so into Sammi's body and what he was doing to her after what they had done last night that he was forgetting that she was so young and relatively inexperienced. He was not acknowledging that so much of his sexual knowledge would be virgin ground to the young woman. Due to that, he had forgotten that anal play would probably be new to her and he let his tongue slide into that delicious groove. 

If what he had done so far as Sammi lay on the table had excited her the feeling of the tip of his tongue pressing against her bum hole made her feel as if her body would explode.

"Oh god, oh my god, oh Mark" she whined one of her hands gripping the table so tightly she was in danger of breaking her white painted fingernails as the other roughly gripped and squeezed her tits. 

Nothing in what the several boys and one man, before Mark, had done to her had prepared her body for the sensations that she was receiving. Wave after wave of hugely powerful feelings went through her as she felt that tight hole opening a little. As extreme as the feelings were that his tongue had given her so far they simply got even more extreme when he moved his tongue and pushed that into her pussy. They increased even more when he replaced his tongue with his finger and that slid into her bum hole. 

She had no idea that having something pushed up her bottom could give her such feelings. She had never been fucked there, by tongue, finger or cock and no one had really even played with it. But it was more than just his finger for as that sent tremendous feelings through so his tongue lapping at her pussy and clit added to those.

Of course that made her cum. 

But Mark wasn't finished. Although he had a slight erection he knew that he was nowhere near ready to fuck her, but he wanted to please and excite her; the typical feelings of an older man with a younger woman! So he backed off a little holding Sammi at the point just below a full orgasm, then built her up again and slowed down. He held her at that level for some time, although Sammi had no idea whether it was for five minutes or an hour. Again she was moaning and sighing, groaning and grunting as tears of part joy, part pleasure and part guilt poured down her face.

At last he let the damn of her orgasm break so that wave after wave of glorious feelings washed over her. 

They agreed that it wouldn't be a wise move for Sammi to be there when Sara arrived home. She had said she expected to be home around four, but to make sure Sammi was in text contact with her several times after the amazing experience on the table.




My Best Friend's Dad Ch. 04



"She's getting the mid-day train from Durham that will get her into Kings Cross at three fifteen so she should be home just after four, certainly no earlier" Sara said as she luxuriated in the deep bath in Mark's en suite.

"That's good so it gives some more time together" Mark said looking at his watch and noting that it was just after eleven.

Slipping the silk robe on again he led her to the bathroom. He had thought they would bathe or shower together, but it just didn't work out like that. Just as he was about to coax her into the shower his mobile that was on the bed rang with the call sound he had allocated to his largest client located in New York. After trying to cut it short several times he realised that was just not going to happen. Remembering that he had left Sammi in the bathroom naked he returned to is and smiled at her. Putting his hand over the mic he mouthed. 

"Sorry, important client."

She smiled back and whispered. "That's ok." Seemingly totally unselfconscious about her nudity she went into the shower and turned it on. He couldn't drag his eyes off her as the water cascaded down over her body making her body glisten. He lost the gist of the call several times causing his client to ask whether he got what he was saying. 

"It's a terrible signal Steve, can I call you back later?" Mark asked to which his client agreed.

Opening the shower door Mark held a towel for Sammi. She came out and wrapping towel round her he pulled into his arms and kissed her. He dried her then led her into the bedroom.

"Let me dry your hair" he said sitting her on a stool in front of the dressing table. 

The reflection in the mirror was wonderful. Her hair was hanging down in wet strands and her make-up had gone. The towel was wrapped round her covering her boobs and to just a little way down her thighs. She looked so small and fragile, so young and vulnerable. He had massive pangs of guilt as he started to dry her hair and recalled that he used to do this for Sara. The thought haunted him again that although physically he was fucking Sammi was he symbolically fucking his daughter? Again he had to purge that from his mind.

Their eyes kept meeting in the mirror as he ran his fingers through her hair and dried it with the dryer. 

"It's been amazing Mark" she whispered revelling in his fingers on her neck.

"And it will be even more so" he replied feeling stirrings in his balls. 'Great' he thought realising that he was getting hard.

Moving closer to her half bared back Mark saw for the first time the rash of freckled across her shoulders. For some reason they seemed so sexy to him. He ran his fingertips across her shoulder.

"I didn't know you hade freckles Sammi."

"Well you have never looked that closely have you?" She smiled into the mirror adding. "Well until yesterday and today that is of course."

"No, no I haven't" he replied putting the drier down and stopping the pretence of drying her hair as he held both of her shoulders.

Probably due to the thickness in his voice Sammi realised that he was becoming aroused and like a bitch in heat so was she.

"Are you pleased that you did?" She asked feeling him pulling her so that he was pressed against her back. She could so easily feel his erection through the silk of his dressing gown that was gaping at the front.

"Yes Sammi, yes of course I am" he replied pushing his hard on more firmly against her slim back.

Their eyes met once more in the mirror as he unashamedly squirmed his cock against her.

"Mark I want you" she whimpered.

"Yes Sammi, I want you too" he croaked back.

Their eyes were locked in the mirror with clear lust radiating from them. They were both aroused to levels that they both felt were almost unbelievable.

Although Sammi was generally lacking in sexual confidence, with Mark she gained a boost by seeing the clear desire in his eyes. Just as she had on the sofa when this began yesterday evening she felt in control. Looking him right in the eyes, she lifted her hands up and took hold of the towel. Mark watched in as much fascination as he had when she had removed her blouse yesterday evening Sammi fumbling with the where the towel was tucked in. He watched in even more fascination as she unravelled it and slowly let it fall away from her body. It slipped downward slowly uncovering her breasts, tummy and pubes.

"God you are so lovely" he sighed running his hands down her chest and cupping her breasts. "I want you so much."

Smiling with pleasure and excitement Sammi replied. "Well you had better take me into the bedroom and fuck me hadn't you?