8 comments/ 30042 views/ 19 favorites His Daughter's Best Friend By: Madabouthair Cleaning out the garage was not my idea of a fun way to spend what was promising to be a nice spring Saturday, but seeing as my daughter Jill was going to be at her Mom's this weekend, I had to take advantage of the parenting break to get things done around the house. I was stacking up the newspapers in the recycling barrel when I saw Jill's friend Maria pedaling up the driveway. The skinny little Italian girl was almost the exact opposite of my daughter Jill, who was a bubbly blonde who had her mother's good looks and figure. Little Maria was as quiet as a mouse, and while I thought she was cute, my tastes are strange. When my ex-wife still lived here she often commented that Jill hung around the mousy looking Maria to make her look better around the boys, much like she had when she was young. That figured, I mused, because I had learned of my now ex-wife's somewhat cruel side too late. I hoped Jill wasn't like that, although I was too busy being Mom and Dad most of the time to dig too deep into their relationship. I hardly recognized Maria, who usually dressed very modestly and rather drably in baggy t-shirts and jeans, and while what she was wearing was nothing compared to what a lot of girls wore these days, for Maria the very brief denim shorts and bright yellow blouse with very short sleeves was quite revealing. The rest of Maria was normal for her; no make-up to speak of, and big round glasses that made her look like the bookworm she was. Behind the glasses were big brown eyes under bushy eyebrows that most girls would trim but I found attractive, along with the down that curled around her ears. Maria's hair was jet black and curly and in the hands of a talented stylist her lushly thick scalp might really turn some heads. "Hi Mr. Carson," Maria said as she rode into the garage and nudged the kickstand of the bike down. "Hello Maria," I said, looking up while wiping my brow with the back of my hand. "Jill's with her Mom this weekend." "Oh yeah," Maria said, although her voice didn't seem to match the surprise she tried to convey. "Forgot." "You look pretty today - especially pretty," I added, since I always told her that she looked pretty, even if she didn't fit anybodies idea of a raving beauty. "Nice outfit." Maria gave me a crooked smile and shrugged her shoulders, and as she stood there I realized exactly how revealing Maria's outfit was, the shorts especially. I was trying to think of what they called those shorts - Dukes of Hazzard shorts, or Daisy Dukes? Whatever they were, they were brief. I didn't remember seeing Maria's legs before, and the shorts certainly showed a lot of them. Her legs were slender and not all that shapely, but when you're near 50 and a divorced guy who hadn't been with anyone since his wife left, they got my attention, but nothing like what was happening above the waistband of the low riding shorts. I tried not to look, but that was a losing battle the second I saw the trail of black hair that ran up to just below Maria's belly button, where her blouse ended. A treasure trail. I hadn't seen one in so long - my ex-wife used to have one but it was a very light brown and she had started getting it waxed not long after we married, like a lot of other things. Maria shifted her weight to her other foot, which got me out of my trance and forced me to look away from her treasure trail for the time being. The problem was that I then looked at Maria's slender arms and the long black hairs that covered her forearms. "Need help, Mr. Carson?" Maria offered, her voice sounding nervous, as I suspected she must have caught me leering at her. "No thanks - besides, that's such a pretty outfit I's hate to see it get dirty," I said before adding, "Is that new?" "Yeah," Maria said. "It's a different look for you, that's for sure," I said as I looked approvingly at the fine down that covered her skinny arms up almost to her biceps. "You should wear things like that more often." "No, I could never - not in public," Maria said, and while riding down here on her bike and standing in the garage was certainly public, I was too aroused to tell her so. "The boys would like that," I suggested, but she shook her head no. "No they wouldn't," Maria said, and it was then I noticed that she had taken a bag off of her handlebars and was holding it by her side. "What's in the bag? Something for Jill?" I asked, but she shook her head and slowly took it out of the bag, and when I saw it was a DVD I was stunned at what I saw. "What in the world are you doing with something like that?" "Um... it's yours,' Maria said, her voice shaking like the hand that was holding the disc. "I - uh - borrowed it." My hand was not been shaking as much as Maria's but it wasn't steady either when I took it from her, and by the way my face burned I suspected I was turning beet red as a result of seeing what DVD she had "borrowed". "Borrowed it?" I said, putting the DVD down behind some stuff, as if that would hide it. "Why did Jill..." "Jill didn't give it to me," Maria said. "She probably doesn't even know you own it. She was taking a shower last weekend and I was waiting for her and kinda walked into your bedroom. I saw it stuck behind the DVD player. Sorry." The DVD was one of those in the Rodney Moore Horny Hairy Girls series, and I knew that I never kept any of my modest porn collection out in plain sight, but the anger that this girl was snooping through my stuff paled by that time because I was rather embarrassed that my choice of entertainment was anywhere it could possibly be seen. "Shouldn't have taken it," Maria mumbled after an awkward moment of silence. "I'm sorry. I was just - curious. Didn't know there were ladies like that." "It's just a movie - don't know why I even got it to begin with," I mumbled, which was a lie of course. "Oh. Don't you like ladies like that?" Maria asked, and all I could do was shrug my shoulders. "I'm like that - kinda," Maria said, her thumbs in the belt loops of her shorts, and I don't know if was intentional or not but the shorts came down a bit, exposing the wide beginning of her treasure trail and the timberline of her bush. "The girls in gym class used to make fun of me when we would change. That among other things, obviously." "Maria," I sighed. "We shouldn't be having this kind of conversation." "Why?" Maria asked. "For one thing, you're way too young for me to be..." "I'm 18, Mr. Carson," Maria responded, and I guess that Maria saw where my eyes were focused because she shrugged her shoulders and added, "I know I don't look it but I am." She was a year older than Jill, and the way time flew these days it never occurred to me that Maria wasn't a kid any more, so when she saw me staring at her breasts she felt the need to apologize. "They're really small, I know," Maria said. "My boobies." "No they aren't," I lied as I looked at the little bulges in the yellow blouse. "Yes they are," Maria said. "Do you want to see them?" "Maria..." "I'll show you, Mr. Carson, I know you wouldn't laugh at me," Maria said, biting her lower lip and blushing. "I've always had a crush on you. You're always so nice to me and everything. That's why I go into your bedroom sometimes. I look at the bed and if it isn't made I get in and smell the sheets and pretend that you and I are - you know." "I don't know what to say," I said, the sight of this little woman/child with her glasses slightly askew, pouring her heart out to me while I stood there like a predator thinking all sorts of things. "Do you want me to go home?" Maria asked, and I didn't know what to say, so I said nothing. "When you look at that movie - do you do stuff to yourself?" she asked, and when I didn't answer she continued. "I did when I watched it." "You did?" "Yeah. I thought it was neat that those hairy ladies weren't ashamed of their bodies like I am," Maria said. "And that man in the movie, he looked a lot like you. Not his face because you're way cuter than him, but you know. His privates." "His - how do you know..." "Got a glimpse of you getting dressed once a long time ago," Maria confessed. "Never saw a man's dick before that, at least not like yours. It kinda scared me back then when I saw yours because it's so big. Are you okay, Mr. Carson?" "I don't know," I admitted while standing upright for the first time, almost losing my balance because I was suddenly light-headed. "This is all a bit much." I was embarrassed, not only for the way I was being set back on my heels by a girl who was always so timid and shy before, but for the things I was thinking. "You don't have to do anything to me if you don't want," Maria said, and as she spoke she moved her hand up and down, mimicking something obvious. "I could do something to you - you know. You could look at the movie and I could - you know. I'm good at that. That's something guys let me do to them, when they can't hook up with anybody else." "I'm good at it too," I said, trying to use a bit of humor to diffuse the electrical charge that was hanging in the air, but it was lost on Maria, who was looking at the tent that appeared in my pants. "Can I touch it?" Maria asked as she took a step toward me, and then she was close enough so I could smell the gum on her breath and the cheap perfume she was wearing. What did I do? I stood there while Maria reached down and pulled down my zipper while the hand that was shaking visibly as I watched. "Honey," I said as I felt her hand reach into the open fly of my trousers, and although my driveway is long we were in plain sight if anybody every pulled into it. "We're playing with fire here." "Don't you want me to touch it?" Maria asked as she reached down the inside of my pants. "I'm a man, Maria. I haven't been with a woman in almost two years," I said as her fingers ran down the bulge outside my boxers and pants. "You're going to make me forget you're my daughter's best friend." "I won't tell Jill. I swear," Maria said, and as she squeezed the bulge she mumbled. "Omigod. It feels so hard." I kissed her. I took her face in my hands and kissed her hard. Maria was a lousy kisser, or maybe I had taken her by surprise as I moved her against the wall of the garage, but when I peeked while we kissed Maria's eyes were wide open like a deer in the headlights. "I'm sorry," I said as the reality of what I was doing hit me. "I can't believe..." "Please don't say that," Maria insisted as she stepped toward me to make up for the steps I had taken backwards. "I've been wanting that to happen all my life." This time Maria initiated the kiss and I was the one taken aback, but I recovered quickly and the result was much better this time. When my lips came off of hers I looked down the driveway hoping that no one saw me mauling this little girl. Well, she wasn't a girl in the legal sense but you wouldn't know it if you didn't know her. Maria was so petite and fragile looking that if I had ever seen a big galoot like me mauling a tiny thing like Maria I would think the worst too. "Maria, we can't. People can see us." "Take me inside," Maria said, her voice almost begging as her big brown eyes started to well up. "Please don't turn me away." "Okay. We'll go inside and talk," I said, but after Maria nodded and followed me into the house I think we both knew that this wasn't going to involve many words. *** My bed was unmade and I saw Maria look at the rumpled bedding after leading me down the hall. In my heart I knew I couldn't go through with this, but I couldn't figure out how to break it to Maria. Maybe part of it was the fact that I didn't want to. You see, while in my heart I knew that messing around with my daughter's best friend was wrong, what was going on in my mind was something else altogether. Maria was a kid - an 18 year old but way too young for me despite being legal. The heart and the mind were fighting each other and I didn't know which would win. Maria had gone over to the dresser, doing a little straightening of her curly black hair, and when I came up behind her and looked at our reflection in the mirror even my mind started having second thoughts. Maria was so tiny and the way I towered over her while I stood behind her like a predator made my feel more guilty, which doesn't explain why I put my hands on her shoulders. My hands slid from her bony shoulders down the short yellow sleeves and into her skin. My fingers glided along the light down on her biceps all the way down her furrier lower arms to her tiny wrists, causing the hairs to stand up straight as goose bumps formed all over her olive toned skin. The train in the distance... was that Maria's breathing? In part. The rest was my wheezing, and then Maria took at step back and pulled the bottom of her blouse out from the waistband of her shorts before looking at me and raising her arms up in the air, inviting me to pull it over her head. Her underarms looked like she might not have shaved since she came upon that Rodney Moore movie last weekend, and the tiny little pockets had a dense growth of stubble that if left unattended for a month or so would rival any of Rodney's women. I found her intention to try and please me even more erotic than the hair itself and my smile was genuine when she looked for my reaction. I took off her blouse. I couldn't believe it but there I was pulling the bright yellow blouse off of this woman/child's slight frame, and then I set it aside to look at what I had revealed. Maria was wearing a bra that cradled what seemed to be tiny morsels. Bravely, Maria reached up and undid the hook in the front of the harness and opened the foundation up, exposing lovely apple sized breasts with puffy cocoa brown aureolas and surprisingly fat nipples. "Gorgeous," I whispered as Maria's hands shyly went up and cupped her buds, and I found myself taking a step towards her before dropping to my knees and trying to unbutton her brief shorts with hands that were shaking uncontrollably. Mercifully the button came free and as I coaxed the shorts down that nudged her yellow panties down a bit, exposing the timberline of her bush, which pressed out against the cotton undies to make them look like they were stuffed with steel wool pads. Rodney Moore, eat your heart out, I thought as I looked at the black curls which could not be contained by the panties, which were certainly not cut severely. The scent of a woman - with her pussy a foot in front of my nose - was so pungent I felt light-headed, and I barely got the shorts off from around Maria's ankles before I was tugging down the panties to expose Maria's wild untamed pubic forest. My face leaned into the bush, the hair a bit coarse and with a little spring to it, and then I was leaning into Maria and easing her down onto the bed while peeling the damp undies off. My eyes went down between her legs in a vain attempt to see the end of the hair before Maria's ankles came free and landed on my shoulders. Sweet pussy. Ripe and pungent and hairy, my tongue burrowed into the dense hair and followed the wetness, and when it found the opening it churned into the fold. Was she a virgin? I didn't know and at that moment I didn't care. I had to have her, so after some licking and fingering I scrambled to my feet while climbing between her thighs. The look of horror on Maria's face was understandable, since this was happening much too fast, but the sight and taste of that incredibly hairy pussy had made me a little crazed. I had been too long with love and affection and was acting like a randy schoolboy. Maria cried out as I squeezed the head of my cock into her, and after I got the flared ridge of the head inside the rest of me slid right in. Her eyes were welling with tears but the hands were on my hips were not pushing me away but just holding on. I knew I would not last long, not only because Maria's pussy was so tight and seemed to contracting around me even more as I thrust into her, and not because I was so aroused to begin with. What sent me over the edge was the sight of Maria's eyes bulging and her back arching just before she let out a scream that would have sound horrifying if it wasn't the result of an orgasm. I had to struggle to keep my cock inside her as her pussy seemed to be trying to force me out, and I managed to fully impale her just as I unloaded what felt like an absurd about of semen deep into her. Spent, my cock got ejected right away as I kept myself suspended over Maria as her body shook with what might have been aftershocks, and I was hesitant to look down for fear of seeing any damage I feared I had caused. "I hope I wasn't the first," I said after we both caught our breath. "No," Maria said. "Mom's toy was." "Huh? You mean..." I said as Maria nodded. "I'm sorry." "It's okay." "I wasn't planning on this. It's just that seeing how beautiful you are - I'm usually not, you know? Like I was." "I was hoping to get to masturbate you," Maria said with a nervous giggle. "Maybe getting to suck on your dick. I wanted to get you excited, so I guess it worked better than I dreamed. I'm glad it happened because it was really good." "It usually is supposed to last longer than that," I sheepishly said as I rolled onto my hip and put my hand on Maria's flat stomach and slid it down to the timberline of her amazing bush. "Maybe the next time it will," Maria suggested. "This is the first time I've been happy I'm so hairy." "You're perfect." "Not yet," Maria said as she raised her arms and put her hands behind her head. "Only had five days to prepare for this moment." "Five days?" I said as I looked at the forest of seedlings that filled her armpits. "No good?" "No, I'm flattered that would go through that for me." "It wasn't anything I did. It's what I didn't do. It's a lot easier to not have to shave everyday," Maria commented as she watched me run my fingers over the moist fur. "That feels nice, but there's something I've wanted to do since I saw it." "Oh!" I said as I watched Maria crawl down to my hip to lift my dick off of my stomach. "This is something I've done before," Maria said before putting my cock in her mouth. "Not with one this big though." "Ooh!" I groaned as I watched Maria attack my cock orally. "It's like you're Rodney and I'm auditioning to be one of your hairy girls," Maria said after a minute of sucking got me erect again, and then she was straddling me while rubbing the head of my cock into her bush. As Maria eased herself down on me I wondered whether Maria was interested in visiting every other weekend when Jill was with her Mom, because after an hour of being with this hairy girl I could enjoy regular helpings of the fantastically furry lady. **** thank you for reading His Daughter's Best Friend is His Best Friend's Daughter "I'm engaged!" Amanda shouted as she opened the door, too excited to even wait until she gathered her parents together. Liz and Jack Hayes had been sitting on the sofa watching television when their daughter burst in with the news. Both stood with big smiles on their faces. It wasn't as much of a surprise as Amanda made it sound. They had all been expecting it for several weeks. Amanda naturally went first to her mother with her left ring finger extended to show off the respectable diamond engagement ring. Her mother gave it a perfunctory glance before wrapping her arms around her daughter and hugging tightly. "Oh, congratulations, honey," Liz said excitedly. She had seen the ring weeks ago when David, the now fiancé, had shown it to her and Jack in a very loose method of asking for their daughter's hand. Of course, Amanda had had no idea. She then went to her father, who went through a similar congratulatory embrace. "Congrats, sweetie." Looking over his daughter's shoulder, Jack noticed the strikingly beautiful young woman (of course, not as much as Amanda) that had accompanied his daughter. He knew immediately it was Robin Reynolds, Amanda's best friend since fifth grade. Robin's father, Bill Reynolds, was also Jack's best friend, although Hayes had not seen the man or his daughter in some time since they moved across town. Jack had heard through his own daughter that Bill had fallen on some hard times and was not treating his family very well. He had frequently toyed with the idea of contacting Reynolds to find out what was going on, but he had always been hesitant. Bill could be a very difficult person when he was down, and things had been so good for Jack and his family in recent years that he hadn't wanted to be dragged down. When his daughter let go, Jack stepped over to Robin, who had a big grin on her flawless face. He couldn't help but stare into the young woman's big blue eyes, but it was only to be less obvious about gawking over her big, round breasts. She had certainly sprouted a pair since he had last seen her. ". . . sit and tell us all about it," Liz was saying. The four took seats around the living room, and fortunately for Jack, Robin sat directly across from him, crossing her legs. Her short skirt revealed to him a considerable amount of toned thigh, and he did his best not to stare, or at least, be caught. He listened with half an ear to his daughter tell about the romantic evening David had executed to ask her to marry him, but it was all the attention Jack could give what with Robin's thighs, her low-cut dress that revealed the tops of two very well-rounded breasts, not to mention her alluring face and eyes and short blonde hair. Jack was a regular guy. He loved his wife, had never cheated on her, but he was not without his fantasies, and he loved to look at women, discreetly, of course. Liz always thought that for a man, he was strangely always willing to accompany her to the mall. But while his wife shopped, Jack loved to watch all the women, particularly in the summer time when any and all manners of dress would be available for his viewing pleasure. Up until a few minutes ago, he always thought that his daughter was the most gorgeous creature on Earth. Yes, he'd had some fantasies about her, but that's all that they were. But now, seeing Robin again . . . "I think this calls for a toast," Jack interrupted, not knowing where in the story they were. "We don't have Champagne, but I think wine will suffice." "Good idea, dear," Liz commended as Amanda resumed her story. Jack arose and went into the kitchen. Fortunately, he arrived in time to fix himself before his erection became too obvious. He was nearly startled when Robin followed him, and he wondered with embarrassment if she had seen him moving his cock around. "Let me give you a hand," Robin offered provocatively. "I've heard the story already." Her tone of voice had Jack's dirty mind entertaining uses for her hand that he knew she wasn't referring to. Instead, she knew where they kept the wine glasses and reached into the cabinet for four. She really had to stretch to grab them and Jack was right here watching as the hem of her dress rose nearly to the bottom of her ass cheeks. He felt a drop of pre-cum escape his dick head, and thought he needed to add gorgeous rear to the list of incredible attributes Robin possessed. "So, how's your family?" Jack asked. Robin always had a beguiling smile on her face, even during the most extreme moments of adversity, so when she responded, "Oh, their fine," that was not necessarily accurate. But to those who knew her well, her mesmerizing eyes told the true story. When her alluring smile was genuine, the eyes echoed the sincerity, unlike now, where the smile could bend a man's will, but the eyes reflected sadness. "Uh-huh," Jack said in a tone that let her know he knew. "I heard your dad had fallen on hard times." "Oh, you know him," Robin said lyrically as if that was an answer in and of itself. "The fact is, I've been so busy with school. Graduation is just around the corner, so I haven't been home much lately." This told Jack that she probably hadn't been home all year, if then. Jack had always liked Robin, even way before she grew into this absolutely unbelievably incredible-looking creature. There was a time during their younger days when she spent so much time here with Amanda that he and Liz used to joke with her that they were her surrogate parents. Of course, even then they'd heard stories that things were not as they should have been in the Reynolds household, even though he'd never gotten any sense of it from Bill either through attitude or direct word. "I'm sensing there's more to it than that," Jack noted. "And if you ever want to talk, you know Liz and/or I are always here for you." "Really, everything is fine. I'm sorry to have stayed away for so long, but now that I'm going to be Amanda's maid of honor, I'm sure you'll be seeing a lot more of me." "And I would have no complaints about that," Jack said, almost flirtatiously. This time, her smile was real, her voice whispery and taunting. "Nor would I." And naturally, Jack's mind ran away with that one. * * * With college only three hours away, not surprisingly, Robin and Amanda decided to drive back that afternoon. It was mostly at Robin's insistence under the guise of having a lot of school work to do. When Robin visited the bathroom before they left, even Amanda admitted to her parents she found it unusual. But their daughter vowed to try to find out. "My, my, she really turned into a little hotty," Liz remarked after the girls were gone. Jack raised his eyebrows over his wife's comment. That was not quite how he would have expected her to phrase her observation. He wondered if it was because she might have observed him ogling over their daughter's best friend. He merely returned a single, expressionless nod. A couple of weeks later, Liz Hayes had planned to go out of town for the weekend with three of her girlfriends on one of their periodic shopping sprees. Before leaving, she told her husband, jokingly, "No strange women in the house." "Just ones I know?" he teased back. "Sure." And they both laughed as she departed. Little did she know . . . Jack was looking forward to having some time alone to just lounge around, maybe go to the local mall, watch the ladies and then come home, possibly watch a little porn. He and his wife had a good sex life, she was always ready for it, rarely turned him down, but it was always the same, not real adventurous: a lot of passionate kissing, heavy petting, a little oral, and a straightforward fuck usually in the old missionary position. Liz just liked to keep it familiar. Jack had no reason to complain, so when he had the opportunity, he enjoyed watching the kind of porn that fed his fantasies: threesomes, group, different positions, even swinging. He returned from the mall after lunch, disappointed that there had not been very much to see. As he reached for his hidden stash of porno DVDs, the phone rang. He didn't recognize the number displayed on the caller ID, but answered it anyway. "Hello?" "Mr. Hayes?" the sexy, whispery female voice asked. "Yes?" Jack replied, intrigued by the sound. "It's Robin." Jack immediately turned on his friendly charm. "Hi, Robin, how are you?" "Well, I was wondering," she paused to nervously clear her throat. Suddenly, he realized that the whisper was not one of sultriness, but rather to probably avoid being overheard. "Robin, what is it?" Jack asked with some concern. "I was wondering if I could come over?" There was a hesitance in her voice. "Well, of course, you can. You know you're always welcomed here." "Thanks." Another ahem. "Well, uh, the thing is, uh . . . I, uh, I don't—" "You need me to pick you up?" Jack asked, concern mounting. "Would that be a problem?" "No, of course not. Is everything okay? Are you in trouble?" "I'm fine. I'll explain later." "Okay. Where are you?" Robin gave him the address. If he was correct, it was only a few blocks from her family's home. "I'll be there in about twenty minutes." * * * During the drive, Jack called Liz and told her what was going on. She was only partially surprised. Apparently, she had spoken to Amanda this morning and their daughter had mentioned that Robin had been "summoned" home. Apparently, that had not gone well, as underscored by the fact that she was not able to drive herself. Liz commended her husband for agreeing to help Amanda's friend and asked that he keep her posted. She would contact their daughter to apprise her of the situation. Not only could Robin be relied upon to present herself with her trademark smile, but she also dressed exquisitely. Today was no exception, and Jack now noticed that since her body had developed so voluptuously, she chose her attire to highlight her attributes. Her skirt was a tad shorter than he would have thought tasteful, but who was he to complain. Likewise, her top, though not strictly a tank top, was cut similarly and showed considerable cleavage; again more than what might be considered respectable, but under the circumstances, nothing he would raise an objection to. At least, she did not look slutty. Robin attempted to be cheery as she slid into the passenger seat not bothering to reduce the amount of thigh she was showing as the seat pulled up her hem. "Thanks so much for coming to get me," she offered, the eyes again taking away what the smile tendered. "What's going on, sweetie," Jack asked softly, fatherly. "Oh, just a squabble," Robin explained in that sing-song voice she used to make nothing into an answer. "Robin," Jack said turning toward her to let her know he wasn't buying it. But the vision before him of this scared-looking, beautiful young girl, thighs and boobs he could make a meal out of, deep blue eyes that could launch a thousand ships—all that aside—his heart melted and his tone softened. "I'm sure there's more to it than that, but it's your business and I'm not going to press it. But if you want to talk, you know you can." She merely nodded. At that moment, Jack's cell rang. The caller ID told him it was his wife, but he didn't let on to Robin. "Excuse me, I need to take this." "Did you get her yet?" Liz asked without preamble. "Yes." "Did she say anything?" "Not really." "Okay, well, I know you can't talk, just listen. Amanda said she doesn't know why Robin had to go home, but the fact that she asked you to pick her up probably means her father took her car away. Apparently, he threatened to do that before because the family needed the money. Jack, just take care of her. Let her stay at the house. Amanda said she'd come home as soon as possible, but that probably wouldn't be until tomorrow, and then, not until late afternoon. I can try to get home earlier." "No need for that. I'll take care of it." "Okay." Robin hadn't said any more by the time they arrived home. She merely sat there looking alluring. However, once inside, he realized he was home alone with his daughter's hot looking friend. Suddenly, he was nervous; not that he would do anything. It was just the thought of it. "Where's Mrs. Hayes?" Robin asked. "She went away for the weekend with her girlfriends." "Oh, yeah, I seem to remember Amanda mentioning something about that. Are you sure it's okay for me to be here? I mean, just you and me. Alone." His mind was already taking the ball and running with the imagined inference in her statement. "Does that make you uncomfortable?" "No way," Robin said, her tone again speaking suggestive volumes his mind. "Okay, well, are you hungry? Have you eaten?" "No, I haven't eaten, and I guess, now that you mention it, I am kind of hungry." "I can make you something to eat." "You don't have to do that. I can fix myself something." "Then help yourself to anything." Not sure what to do with himself, Jack sat on the sofa, picked up a magazine and thumbed through it. There were a couple of articles he attempted to read, but Robin's presence was filling the air with an electric charge that created static interference with his concentration. All he could do was use the periodical to hide behind while stealing glances at her while she prepared her lunch. "May I sit in there with you to eat?" Robin called out from the kitchen? "Of course." Who was he to deny her anything. Jack was sitting on one end of the sofa. He expected her to sit at the other end, but when she sat next to him allowing only a few inches between them, he didn't know how he felt about that. And of course she showed no concern about her skirt or top and what they showed. A part of him wanted to believe she was just comfortable around him, but another part felt there was more to it than that. "This spaghetti is delicious," Robin commented. "Did Mrs. Hayes make it?" "Actually, I did." "That's right. I forgot you were a really good cook. Oops." At that moment, some marinara sauce dripped down her lip to her chin. She attempted to catch it before it rolled off her chin onto her breasts, but with her hands full, could not. Jack reached over and slowly ran his forefinger up from Robin's chin to her lower lip scooping it onto his finger. In a surprise move, she opened her mouth and sucked his finger in, rolling her tongue around it, lapping up the sauce and sending his cock on an express launch. A dreamy looked adorned her beautiful face as she went back down on his finger as though it was a tiny penis. When she pulled back he quickly removed his finger. "Thanks," she cooed. "Maybe I should have sat at the table." Arising, she headed into the dining area. Jack was certain his mind was once again messing with him until he glanced down to the section of the sofa where Robin had been sitting and saw moisture on the leather surface where her pussy would have been. He turned his head quickly toward the dining table to make certain she couldn't see him, then just as rapidly bent over for a sniff. It had a decidedly feminine aroma. So, that excited her as much as him. In a positively twisted impulse, he licked it up, but much as he would have liked to imagine otherwise, all he tasted was leather. Still, he felt a drip of pre-cum ooze out of his cock. Fixing his cock before standing, then shaking his head at the childishness of his action, Jack went into the kitchen to grab a Pepsi. "Did you make this sauce from scratch?" Robin asked. "I did." "It's excellent. At my house, we would have just gotten sauce from a jar." "Well, some of those are good too. We use it when we don't have time to make it fresh." "You do a lot of things we don't do at home," Robin bemoaned. "Such as?" Jack wanted to get her talking, but kept his question general allowing her to go in any direction she wanted. She shrugged. "The love and affection you show Amanda." "You don't get that?" "Just the opposite. If I had come home unexpectedly as she did a couple of weeks ago, the first question out of anyone's mouth would have been, 'what are you doing here?' and not in a very welcoming tone." "Is that what happened this trip?" "No," Robin said, her eyes widening. "I was summoned." "What does that mean?" "It means my father took my car away to sell because they need the money. He's been working at one of those mega home stores making half of what he used to. I mean, I can understand that, but we only have a few more weeks of school. Couldn't it have waited?" Jack wanted to say not if they were desperate, but instead said, "Was he going to get you back to school?" With a shrug, Robin answered, "I don't know. We never got that far before it turned into the usual argument. I told him I understood that the family needed the money, which I truly do. I asked if he could wait until school was over, or at least until I could make other arrangements. I mean, I'm graduating tops in my class in Physical Therapy. I've already got a job lined up. But instead, he accused me of being selfish. Always thinking only of myself. Then it evolved into how I always had to spend money on expensive clothes when everyone else dressed in rags. And then that I dressed in trashy clothes that made me look cheap and whorish." Jack was amazed, not only to hear what his friend Bill would say about his own daughter, but also that throughout her story, Robin maintained her lovely smile. Still, the watery eyes told the truth about how she felt. Jack really felt sorry for the poor girl. "I mean," Robin resumed, now standing, "does this look cheap?" Even though as he had previously noticed, the skirt was a bit short and the top a tad low, she looked . . . exposed. But not cheap. Besides, he'd spent enough time at the mall to know it was how females her age dressed. "Of course not." "I should be used to him saying such things," Robin said, the smile waning, a tear now ready to ease down her perfectly made up face. "But I'm not." Jack couldn't help but stand and take her in his arms to comfort her. She did not resist, and instead wrapped her arms around him hugging tightly. He could not feel her heaving as one did when crying, but what he was aware of was her large breasts pressed firmly against his chest, her hard nipples particularly making themselves known. In addition, her arms were around his lower back and she pulled him to her mashing is erection against her lower abdomen. He was at a loss as to whether or not to pull back. However, her grip was firm, causing him to wonder if the contact was intentional. He did his best to prevent his cock from pulsing, as it so often had a mind of its own to do when hard, but there was no denying it felt good. "I can't remember when the last time I had a good hug was," Robin commented. "Thanks." But she still didn't let go. In fact, she seemed to be attempting to imperceptibly lift herself on tip toes to rub herself against his cock, or at least to raise her inner section to meet his rod. A mental tug-o-war raged inside Jack's head. Robin was his daughter's best friend. It was wrong to let this continue. But his "other" head not only found it enjoyable, it was craving more. Out of phony indecision, Jack did not move, but rather tilted his head down and saw her bulbous breasts being pushed out of the top of her shirt from being mashed against his chest. His couldn't help his cock pulsing from that. He thought he heard a moan escape her lips. "Okay," Jack said, finally breaking the embrace. "Let's get you settled in the guest room." "I didn't have time to grab my overnight bag." "No problem. I'm sure Amanda has left enough stuff behind that you can find something to wear." Jack escorted her to the guest bedroom. "Help yourself to anything you need." He then returned to the kitchen, having never gotten the Pepsi. This time, he reached for a beer as thoughts about the next 24 hours or so alone with this gorgeous creature were making him tense and he rolled his shoulders around to relieve the tautness. His Daughter's Best Friend is His Best Friend's Daughter However, instead of grabbing the brew, he merely stood there motionless attempting to convince himself that their embrace had been innocent and only his dirty mind was turning it into something more. It was obvious the poor girl was not appreciated in her own home—and knowing Bill Reynolds as he did, the man could be a cold-hearted bastard when he wanted to be. Undoubtedly, Robin had just needed some fatherly affection. Several minutes passed and Robin did not emerge from the bedroom as Jack had expected, so he decided to check on her. Glancing down the hallway toward the bedroom, he saw that the door was wide open. He cleared his throat normally, not overly loud, to announce his presence, but it took him several seconds to realize that she had dozed off. The time delay was because she was sprawled out on the bed in one of Amanda's light, thigh-length kimono-type robes, which was opened to reveal that she had stripped down to her lacy, sexy bra with low cups that barely was able to contain her gorgeous sizeable breasts and bikini panties that showed a fair amount of shapely cheek. Jack had to force himself not to just stand there and gawk. Instead, he made his body move closer and gently tugged on the upper flap of the robe to pull it over her exposed body. Succeeding only partially, but not wanting to risk awakening her and making the situation even more awkward, he stepped back and pulled the door almost all the way closed. Now, he really needed that beer, something stronger really, particularly since the only notions his mind would entertain were the feel of her big breasts against him, the vision of her on the bed that was now burned into his brain and her general aroma that permeated his being. He decided that a good jog would probably be more beneficial since alcohol could have the effect of making him succumb to her allure, so he went to his bedroom to change into his jogging shorts and shirt. In just his shorts, with no shoes or shirt, he tried to loosen up before his run. That was as far as he made it. "You trying to run away from me too?" Jack whipped his head around sharply. Robin was standing in the door way, robe parted, the flaps covering only the sides of her breasts as far in as her nipples, the inside curves of those beautiful tits touching to form the most perfect cleavage imaginable, one that his rapidly rising cock would die to seek refuge in, the dramatic inward slope of her abdomen down from her rib cage hinting at the mysteries of life barely concealed by the scant bikini panties, and the solid, smooth, delicious thighs, struck a pose that would remain etched his mind for all eternity. Okay, Jack told himself, this is intentional. The question was what to do about it; the problem was, he couldn't take his eyes off of the wondrous sight and as such couldn't think straight. Involuntarily, he rolled his neck around in response to the ongoing tightness in his shoulders. It further gave him the presence of mind to say, "Uh, you're a little exposed." Robin didn't even glance down. "We're practically family. You always said you were my surrogate parent." "My daughter doesn't even walk around like that." "The benefit of surrogacy." Her tone was one of surety, not the scared, helpless little girl he had picked up a few hours ago. "You have a neck problem?" "Just stiffness," Jack answered, but thought, that's not the only thing stiff. "Let me give you a massage." "It'll be okay." "I'm a trained professional," Robin said authoritatively, still making no move to cover herself. "I thought you said physical therapy?" "I also studied massage therapy," she explained. "Sometimes people don't really need physical therapy, just a good massage, and they just don't think of it as a medical treatment. After all, massage parlors don't all have the best reputations. So, in my studies, I covered all the bases. Come on, lay down on the bed. I need the practice." Jack mindlessly complied, not certain which of his heads, if either, was doing the thinking. He was also fearful that there was no telling this girl no. He lay down on his stomach with is head facing the foot of the bed. "I don't have any massage oil. I could use vegetable oil or some such, but I don't want to stain the sheets. Does Mrs. H have any lotion?" "You can check in the bathroom." Robin darted in and quickly returned with a container with a pump dispenser and a hand towel. "Not ideal, but for our purposes, this will do." She moved his arms up above his head, and then climbed on the bed, squatting beside him. "Whoa, what are you doing?" Jack nervously asked. "Massaging you," Robin responded as though she didn't understand the question. "From on the bed?" "Well, normally, we would have a massage table. But since we don't, we have to improvise." She patted his back gently. "Just relax, Mr. H, I know what I'm doing." That's exactly what frightens me, he thought wryly. "How many times have I told you to call me Jack?" "I'm sorry. Okay, Jack, here we go." Robin squirted lotion into her hands and rubbed them together. She then, started rubbing it into his shoulders. After a couple of minutes, he realized she really did know what she was doing. It was actually starting to feel pretty good and somewhat relaxing. Next she moved down to his upper back. "Wow, you really are tense," she noted. "How does that feel?" "Good," he surprised himself by saying. "Okay, I'm going to go deeper." Now he could feel her thumbs and fingers really digging in. She stopped to add more lotion, and then resumed using her forearms, but she wasn't able to apply the pressure she wanted to. Jack's head was turned in the direction of the side of him she was on. When he felt no activity on his back for several seconds, he opened one eye and caught her squirming to remove the robe. "Hold on. Why are you removing—" "It's too confining. I can't put pressure like I need to." "Oh." Well, he couldn't really see her, so he guessed it didn't matter, except that if Liz or Amanda were to walk in at this moment . . . but then, when she threw her leg over his thighs and straddled him just below his ass, he— "Just relax, Jack," Robin urged, anticipating his objection. "This is not going to work if you don't calm down and let me do my job." Jack took as deep a breath as he could, given his position, and did his best to heed her advice. She was now able to really grind her forearms and elbows into his aching muscles. It was again starting to feel good, although he felt as though his cock had burrowed through to the other side of the mattress, so hard was it. Next, she concentrated on his lower back as far as the waistband of his shorts. That felt really good, and she kept it up for a few minutes. However, once again, just as he was getting into the relaxation of it, she tugged the waistband of his shorts down until he could feel air on the top of his ass crack. "That's far enough," he ordered. "Ja-ack," Robin intoned in that sing-song voice she had perfected, making his name two syllables. "You wouldn't say that to any other medical professional." "Any other medical professional wouldn't be my daughter's best friend playing with my ass." "I'm not playing with your ass," she responded, feigning being insulted. "If that's what you want me to do, it'll cost extra!" "Oh, gawd," Jack lamented, giving in, as he feared he would. Robin worked his upper behind, and then instructed, "Don't say a word," as she pulled his shorts and underpants down to just below his cheeks, completely exposing his buttocks. He clenched his butt when she squirted the cold lotion on it, but then felt a gush of pre-cum when her hands—tenderly at first—rubbed it in. Jack had never had anyone touch his rear quite like that before, and not only was it soothing, it was also quite arousing. He knew he should stop her, but with each knead of her palms he became more powerless to do so. To put him at ease, Robin returned to working on his back for a while, although when she stretched to reach his upper back he could feel her abdomen graze his ass. The next time she spurted lotion either her aim wasn't very good or she intentionally shot some on his crack. "Oops," she uttered in a tone that sounded anything but accidental. Therefore, he wasn't surprised when she tugged his shorts down further to better spread the lotion. "Hell, that's not going to work," Robin said, almost to herself. With no further thought or warning, she slid his shorts all the way down and pulled them off. The warning klaxon sounded deafeningly inside his head as he was now totally nude with his daughter's best friend and his best friend's daughter. Yet, while it was going off, Robin was spreading his legs and cheeks and smoothing out the lotion deep in his crack and his puckered anus. He knew that she could now probably see his balls as they were not entirely tucked under his abdomen as was his cock. But then he thought that with her hands all over his ass, did it really matter anymore? Before he could have objected anyway, her hands had traveled back up to his lumbar area using elbows and forearms. A couple of minutes later, she worked on his thighs and calves. Suddenly, Robin stopped and asked, "You ready to turn over?" "Turn over? For what?" "Uh, to do your front. You have muscles there also." "No, no, this is fine. I feel much better, more relaxed." "Then let's complete the process. I've seen a penis before." "Not mine." "Are you ashamed of it?" "No, of course, not." "Then what are you afraid of?" Robin questioned. "This is not proper." Jack protested. "I know. I'm your daughter's best friend," she mimicked. "But, Jack, if I can't get someone like you to take me seriously, how can I get anyone else to?" She had him there; either that or she was wearing him down. Whichever it was, Jack slowly, embarrassingly, turned over, his rock hard cock standing straight up like a flag pole. "Oh, my," Robin exclaimed, in genuine awe, "that's definitely nothing to be ashamed of." "Come on, Robin," Jack pleaded. "I'm sorry, Jack, I'll try to be more professional. Wow. Did I give you that?" "I'm lying here naked and I've got a beautiful young, half-naked woman touching me all over—what do you think?" "You really think I'm beautiful?" "Well, of course, you are." His cock pulsed at that causing her eyes to widen. "Thanks," Robin mused, kneeling on his side near his hips and kneading his pectoral muscles. When she could see in his face that he was relaxed, she slowly rubbed her hands down somewhat on the side of his rib cage, his abdomen, his hips and onto his thighs. She gently kneaded his upper leg because it was nowhere near as tense as his back had been. She was careful not to do his inner thighs so he wouldn't freak out, but with his gorgeous prick standing straight and tall, a drop of clear liquid peeking out of its eye, it was difficult not to. Tenderly pushing his thighs apart just a couple of inches caused his scrotum to drop between his legs. Robin couldn't help but cup his balls for the briefest second and curling her fingers around the base of his dick for no longer as his eyebrows lifted. Then she quickly let go and sat back, reaching for the lotion. Applying it to his thighs, he did not resist when she spread them further apart. For good measure, she lifted and massaged his calves one at a time for a minute, but only as a pretense. When she returned his calf back to the bed she had eased over so that she was now between his legs. Robin was not a loose girl in any sense, but she had seen a fair number of cocks, not nearly as many in person as in pictures or the Internet. But there was something about the one standing before her that prevented her eyes from looking at anything else. It was rigid and true as an arrow, a good seven or eight inches, not too big around, nor too thin either; or maybe it was to whom it belonged. Whatever it was, there was no restraining herself from bending over and dragging her tongue from the top of his scrotum up to just below his frenulum. Removing her tongue, she quickly returned to massaging his thighs to gauge his reaction. Jack had detected a sexuality about Robin. With it came a belief that she was no stranger to sex, and even very willing to have it. It was obvious to him that everything she had done since he picked her up had been a calculated seductive maneuver. So, he was not surprised to feel her tongue slide up his shaft. He had gone through the motions of putting up roadblocks with each step she had taken, but her determination had forcefully plowed through them all, and he had weakly submitted. Would this be any different? Had he too long ago crossed the line to turn back? Certainly he did not want to. But what was he reducing himself to by allowing it to continue? Indecision became his decision, but to her it was approval. Robin watched his face as best she could from her position as she swooped in for another taste. This time, she sucked one spongy ball into her mouth and savored it with her tongue, coating it with saliva before doing the same to the other. His drawn out moan told her there would be no resistance, and as clarification, she grabbed his cock, aimed it at her parted lips and let it slide in about halfway. No combination of letters could spell out the sounds of pure pleasure that oozed from his lips. She continued her slow, methodical sucking of his dick. As perfect a specimen of manhood as it was, so too was the shape of his testicles nestled in his taut sack. Another taste of those was required. When Robin returned to his shaft, it stood at such an angle that she did not need hands to hold it so she could suck. Her mouth glided up and down the smooth skin as though it was meant to. Torn between wanting to continue what she was doing, but aware of his objections, although they had diminished somewhat, she returned to massaging, this time his inner thighs. Jack was watching Robin. Though her hands were working his legs, her eyes seemed to be mesmerized by his cock. It was as though she just wanted to gobble it up but was afraid to. Was it because of his protestation? "Robin, why is an attractive twenty-one-year-old woman so infatuated with an older, married man?" he asked softly. "Jack, I've had a crush on you since Amanda and I started high school, probably longer. But it wasn't until after my hormones kicked in that I understood what it meant." "Aren't you attracted to any boys your own age?" "Even at twenty-one, that's all they are: boys. Immature boys. It's rare to find one who really knows how to treat a woman. They just want you to blow them so they can get their rocks off. Most aren't even considerate enough to make sure the woman is satisfied." With a chuckle, Jack remarked, "Hell, I know men my age who are no better." "But I'll bet you're not like that?" Robin said dreamily. "I'd like to think I'm not." "I'm sure you're not." They found themselves gazing into each other's eyes for a seemingly long while. Just that was enough to force another drop of pre-cum to bubble up out of the slit in his penis. Somehow, it drew her attention and the hint of a smile on her lips. This further caused her to casually ease the straps of her bra off her shoulders and push the cups down enough to bend over and let the orbs fall on either side of his cock. She then rubbed the crevice up and down his shaft, effectively massaging the clear liquid into her skin. Casting any concerns aside, Robin gently grasped his stiff pole in her hand and fed it hungrily into her mouth. She took him in as far as she could without deep-throating, her tongue all the while dancing around his skin. It wasn't the best fellatio he'd ever had, but neither was it by far the worst. However, the fact that it was Robin made it better than it really was. He wouldn't have told her this, but like her, he'd had his eye on her ever since her body began developing. By the time she was eighteen, she was a knockout, and he'd shot more loads of cum fantasizing about her than he could remember. All Jack could do now was close his eyes as she worked her magic on him. Removing him from her mouth, Robin moved her fist up and down his shaft while cupping and massaging his balls with the other. She worked one extended finger into the crack of his ass, before returning her mouth to his knob. But that was not to last before she turned her mouth sideways sliding her lips up and down his rod, gradually going lower until her tongue began bathing his scrotum. Soon she was sucking his balls, one at a time, into her mouth. He'd never had a woman spend so much time with her mouth on his sack, and it was almost as though she was better at sucking balls than dick. In fact, she was so good at it, he could probably come just from that. Finally, she stopped, sat up and teasingly removed her bra completely, exposing those beautifully round breasts. They were even more impressive and attractive unencumbered. Jack's hands naturally reached out for them, but she sat back to slip off her panties to display an exquisitely shaved pussy whose dainty curled lips resembled the soft petals of an exotic flower. Beyond that, he could see that she was very wet. So, it wasn't much of a surprise when she rolled backwards, and then spread her legs. It had the effect of opening her vagina, revealing even more liquid. When she extended her arms in invitation, the scene before him was too much for even Jack to resist. He rose up to kneel before her, and then positioned himself. His cock was operating on radar, and no hands were necessary for it to home in on that sweet target. The moment it made contact, her warm, wet pussy sucked him in like a vacuum. She had stretched out her arms, and as soon as she could reach his upper thighs, she grabbed him and pulled him, effectively ramming his rod in to the hilt. Robin did not suppress the moan of pure pleasure that escaped her lips. But she did hold him stationary for a minute enjoying the fulfillment she felt as his cock completely filled out her vagina. It naturally pulsed inside of her causing her eyes to widen in delight. "Make love to me, Jack," Robin pleaded. "I need to be loved." He knew that she meant it more than just physically, so he began with slow, even strokes, pulling almost all the way out before sliding in to the root. As he continued this motion, he couldn't tell if the mewling sounds she was making were just her joyful response or suppressed crying. He suspected both as confirmed by a couple of stray tears rolling down each side of her face. Robin then grabbed his face in her hands and pulled his lips to hers. Oddly, the passionate kiss that ensued seemed more awkward to Jack than the fact that he was fucking this young woman. Still, he gave his all to both. A moment later, Robin wrapped her legs around his back, clasping her ankles, and using her heels to meet his thrusts and control the pace, which she stepped up. Though harder, he still kept his lunges steady. Her breathing picked up and he knew instantly it was not due to increased exertion, but rather impending orgasm. She came hard and he felt the gush of liquid from her pussy coat his cock and balls. He broke off the kiss allowing her to cry out her ecstasy, but she held his face against hers, actually hugging him to her. A couple of minutes later, he could feel her climax subsiding, so he gradually slowed his pumping, and finally, stopped. But she held him inside her, sliding her legs down his as far as they would go, locking her heels on his lower thighs. "Oh, god, I love you, Jack," Robin panted. "Thank you. I needed that." His Daughter's Best Friend is His Best Friend's Daughter He didn't take her profession of love in the romantic sense; more as an expression of her feelings over what he had just given her. Strangely, Robin then pushed him off of her. But it was only to get up onto all fours and wiggle her ass at him. "Now, give it to me doggy style. And, Jack—" she turned her head to look at him "—fuck the shit out of me and come in my pussy. I'm on the pill." He'd been close to blowing his nuts anyway until she stopped, so that urge temporarily subsided. But the day had been too stimulating for him not to come, so he willingly obliged her. Her pussy was still excessively wet, and once again, he slid in easily until his balls slapped her ass. He started pumping at the pace he ended up previously. Robin met his thrusts by backing into him, uttering "ungh, ungh, ungh," each time her ass touched him. She reached back with her left arm to touch him, but he grabbed her arm and used it to pull on for traction, thus ramping up their speed. "That's it! Yeah, fuck me," She yelled. But they couldn't maintain that pace without Robin losing her balance, so she stopped and pushed back toward the edge of the bed. Jack got the message and stood on the floor. He reentered her and resumed slamming her. He then lifted his left leg onto the bed and grabbed her shoulders. "Now, you're talking," Robin said through gritted teeth. A couple of minutes later, she could no longer hold herself up and sprawled out on the bed. No longer high enough for him to do her standing, he climbed back onto the bed, closed her legs and wormed his cock back into her now tight pussy. "Shit, yeah!" she exclaimed. "Now, you're hitting all the right spots!" He slowed the pace a little and then bent down so that his chest was pressed against her back. With her hands above her head, he shoved his hands underneath her, finally getting to grab those marvelous tits. This position and his hands encircling her beautiful breasts was all it took to push him the rest of the way. "I'm gonna come," he told her. "Come on, Jack baby." As overloaded as the day had been with stimulation, Jack was not surprised when he unloaded what seemed like an unbelievable amount of cream inside this young woman. When she felt her insides fill with so much sperm, it caused a chain reaction and she started her own climax. He continued to pump even after his own subsided until he was certain she had finished, but that caused all of his jism to be pushed out of her, splattering it all over his cock and abdomen and her ass and legs. Now totally satisfied and spent, it was all Jack could do to roll off of her. * * * How many times had he awakened from a vivid dream, particularly a sexual one, wishing it had been real? Probably too many to recall. But at his age, with the thousands of dreams he'd had in his lifetime so far, this morning was the first time Jack Hayes could ever remember awakening and hoping it had been just a dream. However, having been awakened by the sound of the shower, and knowing that Liz was not home, and that if Amanda was home she'd be showering in the other bathroom, the events of the previous day and night were all too frighteningly real. As much as he lusted after women, he had never acted upon those cravings. He liked to look, but he never touched—until now. He had always been happy with his wife and she always satisfied him. So, why had he succumbed to the charms of Robin, his daughter's best friend and his best friend's daughter? It had been wrong from the beginning, he had known it, had known it was wrong while he was doing it, and still he had allowed himself to be swallowed by the temptation. Now, he had to talk to her about it, had to make her understand that they had both buckled under in weak moments, and that this would never, never, happen again. The shower had stopped, so Jack gave Robin a few minutes to dry herself off and get dressed. The last thing he needed right now was to see her naked. As it was, he abruptly realized, he was still naked beneath the covers. He slipped out of bed and quickly pulled on his pants and shirt that had been haphazardly discarded at some point during their hot and heavy sex. It had been hot and heavy, he thought as he recalled their coupling. Her beautiful breasts were graphic in his mind, and the feel of her soft, succulent pussy and how it gently embraced his cock was a feeling he would never forget. Jack shook his head to clear it. He was supposed to be chastising himself for what he had done, not fondly reliving it. But that lasted only until Robin emerged from the bathroom clad in a slinky, short black dress, and took a seat at his wife's vanity to begin applying her make-up. "Morning," she offered, flashing that smile that lit up the entire room. With nothing on her face she was still gorgeous. However, he had to be strong. On the wall perpendicular to the vanity in the large master bedroom was a sofa. Jack took a seat on at the end nearest the vanity. Robin was leaning over looking closely into the mirror. Her dress had ridden very high exposing most of her thighs. She sat back in the seat, still beaming that bewitching smile and made a feeble attempt to tug her hem down. She might have succeeded by a half an inch—too little to matter or make a difference. Then she returned to applying lipstick. Again, she stopped, but only turned her head toward him. Seeing the look of concern on his face, she asked, "Everything okay other than the fact you're filled with remorse about last night?" Back to the mirror. "It was wrong, Robin." Putting her lipstick back in her purse to reach for something else, she said, "Because I'm your daughter's best friend." "And my best friend's daughter." "I don't know how you can call him your best friend. You're nothing like him. He's an animal and you are the nicest, most compassionate man I know." Robin lifted her right leg, resting her foot on the end of the vanity, which fairly well raised her dress to her crotch. She ran her hand up and down to determine if she had caught all of the hairs when she shaved in the shower. Jack rolled his eyes, believing she was teasing him. He did his best to look away, but he couldn't help gazing at that creamy thigh. "Okay, well, maybe we're not the best of friends anymore. But regardless, this cannot happen again." "Okay," She answered agreeably, much to his surprise, "but you know you really want to." Satisfied with her right leg, Robin lifted her left. "What I want is immaterial." "Okay." Feeling that she wasn't taking him seriously, he stood and moved in front of her, leaning his rear against the vanity, dangerously close to her leg. "I'm serious," he emphasized. She took his right hand in hers and placed her left on his elbow. "I have no doubt that you think you are." "Are you mocking me?" She rubbed her left hand up and down his arm, then took both of his hands in both of hers. "No, of course not. I just wish you'd be honest with both me and yourself. You don't want this to happen again because of the complications it might cause, I can understand. But don't tell me it was wrong, because we did everything just right. And don't tell me you didn't enjoy it because I know you did. And I sure as hell did. And don't say you don't want to do it again because the bulge in your pants says otherwise. Now, would you mind zipping me up?" Jack hadn't noticed that the back of her dress was partially unzipped, so he walked around behind her. She leaned forward on the vanity as he zipped her dress. He then placed his hands on her shoulders in a comforting/caressing/massaging manner to say, "I'm sorry. You're correct about all of that. And the complications far outweigh all of the other considerations." "Oh, that feels good," Robin purred. "Don't stop." He hadn't realized he had continued to massage her. "Lower." And without thinking, Jack complied. What harm was there in this? However, the back of the chair made it difficult for him to reach her lower back. "I think you can at least repay me for massaging you." She then gave him some instruction on the proper method and slid forward in the chair making room for him to sit behind her. That movement caused her dress to hike up even further nearly exposing her thong-covered—or barely covered—ass. Jack was hesitant to sit behind her, but the scent of her alluring perfume, drew him down without thinking or considering what they had just discussed. Naturally, she attempted to slide back to nestle her rear against his crotch, but he saw that one coming and held her off. Sitting up, Robin threw her head back against his shoulder. "I'll make you a deal. Just one more time, and after today, it'll never happen again." There was an aura that surrounded this young woman that was like an aphrodisiac. And when he got too close it captured him and surrounded him and he was powerless to do anything but comply. So, this time when she squirmed back he didn't, or couldn't, stop her. She then wiggled her ass against his crotch. In the mirror, he could see her beguiling smile turn into a victorious one. Inwardly, he cursed his own weakness, but not too harshly because he did not stop her when she pulled his hands around in front of her just below her breasts. He did his best to resist allowing his hands to travel up to cup those magnificent tits, but she took a deep breath, which pulled his hands up, and then when she exhaled, they entered his hands by default. At this point, Jack could not hold out caressing them. He closed his eyes to savor the soft, pliable feel. And Robin knew she had him. She allowed him another minute or two to fondle her breasts, which was quite satisfying, and then, reluctantly, she arose, turned around and sat on the vanity, spreading her legs and resting her feet on the chair on either side of his hips. Jack's hands naturally went to her knees where he slid them up her thighs. But before they reached her pussy—sparsely covered by her thong—she reached up around his neck and pulled him to her. He had to let go of her legs to grab and scoot the chair closer, and returned his hands to her hips. Robin pulled his face closer until their lips touched and they engaged in a warm, salivating kiss. With their mouths sill pressed passionately together, she reached down to lift his shirt. Breaking the kiss, she removed the polo, then replaced her lips on his. She was as seductive and passionate a woman as he had ever known. He planted loving kisses all over her neck and down her chest as far as the low-cut dress would allow, all to the melodic moans drifting pleasingly into his ears. Now, Jack could smell the sugary scent of her womanly secretions that floated up into his nostrils from her delectable pussy, and he realized that with all they had done last night, he had not partaken of what would undoubtedly be a very sweet tasting snatch. Instantly, he bent down to rectify that situation. The first swipe with his tongue scooped up a measure of the most delicious syrupy confection he had ever tasted. Darting his tongue between her succulent lips allowed it to experience the same velvety softness his penis had last night. He found himself kissing her vaginal lips with his mouth as he had her facial lips. He sucked her clitoris out of its hood like it was hard candy. When he flicked it with his tongue, she let out a loud, "Ooooooohhhhhh!" She fell back against the mirror, lost in the wondrous pleasures his mouth was giving her. He was so good and she was so aroused that he had her coming in minutes, writhing all over the top of the vanity. When she was completely finished, fulfilled, yet wanting more, she slid down into his lap smothering his mouth with hers. Her dress was now up around her waist, and with his hands roaming all over her back and sides, she leaned back and raised her arms. Jack wasted no time in lifting the garment up over Robin's head, but before she had completely pulled her hands out of the sleeves, she wrapped the dress around his neck, again pulling his lips to hers. Only then did she finally pull her hands free, which in turn caused the dress to fall to the floor. Once more, she leaned back against the mirror, her spectacular breasts standing up on her chest. His hands magnetically moved up to caress them. Each time he touched them, it was like handling a treasure for the first time. How could any woman have such a perfect pair of tits. And more importantly, how could he be so lucky as to be cupping them tenderly in his palms? Robin allowed him a few moments to fondle her breasts. She loved the way he handled them lovingly, not pawing them like the younger guys liked to do. Throwing her head back, she enjoyed his touch, but just as impulsively, thrust her left nipple to his mouth. Tenderly, Jack licked the tip a few times before covering it with his mouth and swirling his tongue around it, and then gently sucking it. She could take it only for a minute before feeding him her other nipple. Finally, she sat back again, pulling on him to stand. When he did, she unfastened his pants and pushed them down as far as she could. With her foot, she pushed the chair out, gesturing for him to sit again and lift his legs so she could finish removing his trousers. Robin then stood to remove her own panties, then eased forward to sit on his lap, but did not insert his rock hard cock inside her. Instead, she squirmed around on it teasingly. As payback, he sat her back on the vanity, spread her legs and taunted her very wet pussy with his tongue again, then abruptly stopped. They regarded each other momentarily, and in that longing gaze transmitted to one another what they wanted. And it wasn't teasing. So, Jack stood, and Robin wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, and then he carried her like that the few steps to the sofa. Carefully and gently, he laid her down and eased on top of her. The heat of her pussy radiated outward, seemingly scorching his pulsing dick, yet he did not enter her just yet. With her legs still wrapped around him, he planted kisses all over her face and neck. She responded by caressing is head and neck, and lovingly rubbing her hands up and down his back. With all of this squirming around, his solid, drooling cock easily found her dripping hole and sucked him in. Her sweet pussy embraced his desirous cock like an object returning to the mold that had formed it. In a cliché, she fit him like a glove. Once again, a multitude of sins raced through his mind. But none were powerful enough to outweigh the overwhelming feeling of his penis inside her vagina. This was likely the greatest fuck of his life, and sadly, in all probability, his last with her, so he was determined to risk whatever fate awaited him to complete the experience. As a result, he fucked her slowly wanting to feel every millimeter of his cock caressed by every measure of her pussy. He forced every issue from his mind to concentrate only on the incredible pleasure he was experiencing. It wasn't just the sensation of his dick in her hole, but rather an all-encompassing euphoria that touched every nerve and fiber in his body. And as good as it was for him, he wanted to make it even better for her. Robin had never had a male make love to her. Even all of the "boys" who had professed that emotion to her had not made love to her. Instead, all they had really done was fucked her. Jack was now making love to her. She was certain that's what this was because it was unlike any coital experience she had ever had. Beyond that, she knew because she could feel it. And it felt divine! She could also feel that the phallic wonder that filled her so completely belonged to a man, not the "boys" she'd heretofore had sex with. Not knowing when she would—if ever—experience this incredible man again, she wanted to make the most of it, so she tilted her hips to the side causing Jack to roll onto his side also. With her leg up over his other side she effected a deeper penetration than she had ever known. This position also gave her greater opportunity to fuck him back. This she did by pivoting her hips. With her free arm, she reached down behind her and was able to cup his balls, fondling them as he thrust steadily into her. Jack let out a groan that let Robin know he liked what she was doing. As he picked up his pace slightly, she thought that might be a sign that he was close to coming. Wanting to make it memorable for both, she rolled them over so that she was on top. He latched onto her swaying breasts, which she was certain he would. Then, instead of bouncing up and down on his cock, she rotated her hips, and thus her pussy around on him. "Damn, that feels good," Jack remarked. "It does, doesn't it," Robin agreed with a wide grin. She kept this up until she could feel herself starting to come, and couldn't help emitting, "Ungh, ungh, ungh," with each rotation. This triggered Jack to let out his own series of moans not in time to hers, but like hers, growing in intensity until they both exploded within seconds of one another. He blasted her with so much sperm he thought his balls were going to deflate. Robin's orgasm was so intense that she could no longer sit up and she fell forward. Jack wrapped his arms around her and the two held on tight to one another as their bodies continued to spasm wildly. It took several minutes for their heart rates to return to normal, but even then both were too spent to do anything but remain attached to each other. When they finally relaxed, they were instantly shocked when a voice said, "Well, well, what have here?" Jack and Robin swung their heads sharply to the entrance to the bedroom to find Liz standing there leaning against the doorframe with an expression that said she was anything but pleased by what she saw. Robin casually extricated herself from Jack's wilting cock and simply did nothing more than sit on the sofa. Jack, on the other hand, was frozen in stupefaction and was unable to even move. "Oh, no, Liz," he uttered. "I . . . I don't—" "What the hell is going on here?" While Liz's tone was not one of anger—yet—it was definitely more than just a casual question. "Please come and sit down, Mrs. H, and I'll explain it all," Robin said very calmly, making no attempt to hide her nudity. Liz walked slowly, apprehensively, toward them, Jack flinching in anticipation of what she might do. Her stoic expression gave no clues. Stopping within a couple of feet of them, she glanced first at her husband's shriveled cock covered in a mixture of jism and pussy juice, then at Robin's cunt, oozing the same concoction. Robin reached up for her hand, scooted over, and pulled Liz to sit between the adulterous couple. "What?" Jack asked rhetorically in astonishment, his face forming a frown of incomprehension. "What?" he repeated, quickly sitting up. Liz turned more toward the girl. Jack noticed his wife's low-cut black satin blouse that displayed a sizeable amount of cleavage. She could give Robin some serious competition. Her matching short black skirt had risen high on her thighs. Though fearful of his wife's anger, he was nonetheless impressed by her appearance and found her quite attractive. It made him all the more sorry for what he had done. But it still did nothing to stem his confusion when he heard the exchange that followed. "You enjoyed fucking my husband?" With no shame, Robin answered confidently, "Yes." "You room with my daughter; you fuck my husband, what's next?" "You." "What?" Liz said, confused. Jack cocked his head, mirroring his wife's tone. "I said, you." Robin repeated, rubbing her finger slowly up and down Liz's arm. "Have you ever been with a woman?"