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His Daughter's Friend

By: CourtStJester



He really didn’t want to chaperone the dance, but it was a requirement. All parents had to do some volunteer work at St. Catherine High School where his daughter was a senior and night duty was all he had time for. So, this Friday evening he was one of about 15 parents patrolling the dance floor making sure that there was “room for the Holy Spirit” between the teenagers whose hormones were raging.

Bill’s hormones were going pretty good themselves. There were plenty of hotties dancing and shaking their thing and Bill enjoyed watching them.

“How do their parents let them out dressed like that?” he wondered to himself. This girl had a halter on that barely covered her breasts. Another had a T-shirt on so tight that her nipples and areoles were clearly defined pressed against the flimsy fabric. Almost all of them wore thongs that showed above their low cut jeans. So, for four hours, Bill wandered the dance floor fantasizing about the girls he was watching and being avoided by his daughter who was embarrassed to have daddy there. 

Just before 11, Bill was assigned to outside duty that involved making sure that the teenagers were not overly noisy when leaving and that no one was run over by the multitude of cars coming and going. Outside duty was fine with him. The gym where the dance was held was hot and the cold air was refreshing. He performed his assigned duty well (that is, no one was run over) and the crowd had dissipated until there was one girl left standing on the corner. She seemed out of place, looking around in all directions and huddled against the cold so Bill walked over to her to see if she was alright.

“Hi Mr. Walters,” Alice said recognizing her friend’s father. “Are you waiting for Suzanne?”

Bill recognized Alice also. “Hi Alice. No, Suzanne is going out with some of her friends. What are you doing standing here? You look lost.”

“I think I got ditched,” Alice replied. “A couple of my friends came with their boyfriends and they went to the car and were going to pick me up. But I guess, you know, I’m the fifth wheel.” She pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one.

Bill felt bad for Alice. She was a pretty girl but a little overweight. Not a lot, though. You might call her slightly “Rubenesque”. But in today’s age, any girl over 100 pounds was considered “fat” and, as an 18 year old senior in high school, Alice was probably very self-conscious about those few extra pounds. He looked into her eyes and they were a little glassy.

“So, how are you getting home?” Bill asker her and as he did, he looked over her shoulder and saw Sister Rose headed our way.

“Give me the cigarette quick,” Bill said grabbing it from Alice and putting it to his lips. Alice looked at him strangely until she realized Sister Rose was on top of them.

“Mr. Walters,” the good sister said sternly, “there is no smoking on the school grounds and we strongly discourage smoking at all in front of the girls.”

“Yes, sister. Sorry, sister,” Bill replied and he dropped the cigarette on the ground and stepped on it. Sister Rose looked down at the butt and then back at Bill.

“Sorry, sister,” he said and he bent down and picked up the butt. “I’ll take care of it.”

“Thank-you,” Sister Rose replied and she turned and walked away from them. Bill took the butt and flicked it into the bushes and smiled at Alice who laughed at Bill’s insolence.

“Thanks, Mr. Walters. Sister Rose and I have not gotten along very well this year and her catching me smoking would not help the situation.”

“Glad I could help,” Bill replied. He reached into his jacket and pulled out a flask. “She didn’t say anything about this, did she?” He opened the flask and took a long sip. Bill was never far from his flask. It had become part of the family, so to speak, and part of the destruction of his family. His divorce had centered around his drinking and although it was somewhat under control, it was never completely under control. He held the flask out to Alice.

“Have some. It’ll ward off the cold.”

Alice took the flask and took a sip. Before she could taste it she took another bigger sip. The whisky burned as it went down her throat and she coughed.

“Good stuff,” she rasped out between coughs.

“Sure is,” Bill replied taking another hit from the flask. “So, where were we? How are you getting home? Are your parents coming for you?”

“No,” Alice said looking up the street. “My parents are away for the weekend. I guess I can walk home. It’s only a couple of miles up the street.”

“Nonsense,” said Bill. “I can take you. It’s too cold to walk and you’re certainly not dressed for walking.”

Despite the temperature, most of the kids did not wear coats since they would have to drag them around the dance. No, it was better to dress “cool” than warmly and Alice was no exception. She wore a tight jersey that showed off her nicely rounded breasts topped by nipples hardened by the cold night air and a low-slung pair of jeans. She had a little fold of fat between the jeans and the jersey that Bill found to be kind of sexy.

“Wait here for me,” Bill said, “but if your friends show up, just go ahead with them. I’m just going to make sure I’m finished for the night.”

Bill walked into the school and confirmed he was now officially off duty. He knew Alice would be waiting there. She had been ditched and again he felt sorry for her. He was always the nerd in school and had felt the pangs of rejection plenty of times. He walked outside and could see Alice still on the corner.

“Let’s go. My car’s in the next lot.” They walked together and Bill pulled the flask out of his pocket again. “Ladies before gentlemen,” he said and he offered it to Alice. Alice took another long drink and handed it back to Bill who did likewise.

“Want to try something else?” Alice asked. With that she reached into her pocket and pulled out a marijuana joint. “You won’t tell anyone, will you?”

“Nope,” Bill replied. Now he knew why Alice’s eyes were glassy. He watched Alice spark it up and take a long draw on it. She held in the smoke while she passed the joint to Bill. They were far enough away from Sister Rose’s prying eyes to have to worry. Bill took the joint and drew on it and passed it back. They traded the joint a couple of more times before they reached the car.

“Nice buzz,” Alice said as she climbed into the car. 

“Which gave you the buzz?” Bill asked.

“Doesn’t matter,” Alice replied. “Just a good buzz.”

Bill closed the door and climbed in on the driver’s side and they headed off towards her house.

“So, you were a fifth wheel tonight,” Bill said taking the joint from Alice. “No boyfriend?”

“Had one,” Alice said after exhaling a lungful of smoke. “He decided to go for someone prettier.”

“Well that was foolish,” Bill said looking at Alice. “You’re a very pretty girl and any guy would be thrilled to have you as a girlfriend.”

“Then I guess he wanted one that was better to fuck.”

Bill was somewhat shocked. For one thing, he had never heard Alice talk like that although all the kids did these days. But what was more shocking was that Alice said it to him.

“You don’t fuck very well?” Bill joked.

“It’s not that,” Alice said. “He just never tried. Maybe he doesn’t like fucking fat chicks.” There was hurt in her voice.

“Well, first of all, you’re not fat,” Bill said trying to dissuade her of the impression she had of herself. “Did you try anything else?” Bill could not believe he just asked the 18-year-old friend of his daughter about her sexual experiences. It had to be the booze or dope talking and the works just came out.

“Yeah,” Alice replied. “I sucked on him a couple of times.”

“And…” Bill prompted her to continue.

“It was nice and all but he never did anything for me.”

“So, you enjoyed ‘giving’ and would have liked to enjoy ‘getting’ but he didn’t come through for you?” Bill could feel his cock hardening in his pants.

Alice turned and looked at Bill. “Yeah. I enjoyed sucking on him. But I hear other girls talking about their boyfriends going down on them and wished he did too.”

Bill knew the conversation had gone too far. His cock was straining against his pants and he felt it was time to stop. But more words, the wrong words, fell from his lips.

“Why did you like sucking him?”

“I just like the feel of his cock in my mouth,” Alice replied. “It wasn’t a big one. Some of my friends got their brothers’ porn movies and we watched them. The guys had bigger cocks and I would go home and masturbate thinking about sucking on them.”

Bill almost came in his pants. He knew Alice would never talk like this if she hadn’t been drinking and smoking the joint. But she had and was leading him somewhere he didn’t think he wanted to go, but curiosity pushed him further.

They pulled up in front of Alice’s house and Bill shut the car off. He looked at Alice who was staring at her hands in her lap. She was making no effort to get out of the car, but was also not saying anything. Bill wondered if she was waiting for him to say something or do something. He wanted to, very badly, do something but she was a lot younger than him and it just did not seem right. He got out of the car, walked to her side and opened the door. Alice never had a guy open and hold a door for her and she was touched by Bill’s minor courtesy. They walked without speaking to the front door where Alice used her key to open the door.

“Give me your bottle,” Alice said reaching into Bill’s jacket. She took the bottle and walked over to the bar in the corner, pulled out a large bottle of whiskey and refilled his flask. When she was finished, she took a hit straight from the bottle, recapped it and put it away.

“Thanks,” Bill said as she handed the flask back. Alice looked at him, stepped closer and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. 

“You’re a nice girl, Alice. You will make some boy very happy someday.”

Alice responded with another kiss, this one harder and longer. She pushed her tongue into Bills mouth and flicked it against his. While they embraced, Bill placed Alice’s hand on the front of his pants and pushed down on the outline of his cock. She did not pull back so he started guiding Alice’s hand along the length of his manhood all the while keeping their lips locked. Alice’s hand was soon sliding up and down his cock without help from him. 

Bill let her continue for a couple of minutes and decided to go further. He unzipped his pants, took Alice’s hand and slid into his pants. She immediately fished around until she was able to wrap her fingers around his pole’s thickness and started slowly jerking him. Bill leaned back and looked at Alice who by now was staring back into his eyes. 

Bill reached down and opened his pants completely. His cock stood erect and a small amount of pre-cum smeared by Alice on his cockhead reflected in the light. Alice now had more room to freely stroke his cock from head to root and did so with a light touch. Bill enjoyed the feel and was ready to go even further even though he knew he shouldn’t. He reached over and put his hand behind Alice’s head and pushed her down slowly on to her knees. When she got there, she opened her mouth and slid Bill’s cock into her mouth.

Bill gasped as the warm sensation from Alice’s mouth enveloped his aching member. She licked the head then slid her lips down the length of his pole until the cockhead hit her throat. She then reversed the movement until her lips were firmly caressing his cockhead.

Bill didn’t need to guide her. Alice had started to build a rhythm and her head bobbed in front of Bill. He reached under her and gently caressed on of her breasts. It was large and firm and he could feel her hardened nipple. He slid his hand under her jersey and up to her bra where he massaged her tit through the bra’s fabric.

This in turn caused Alice to mouth fuck Bill faster. He could feel his orgasm coming but thought he had time to tell Alice that he would cum. He was wrong. Without warning, he erupted shooting his load of hot jism into her mouth. Alice sucked on his cock and swallowed his load and when she was finished she let his cock drop out of her mouth and she looked up at him.

“Did you like that?” she asked.

“Honey, that was great,” Bill replied. He looked at Alice who was looking back, almost as if she was anticipating something. Then he remembered the conversation that started all of this.

“You said you wished your boyfriend took care of you,” he said lifting her to her feet. “Could I do that for you?”

Alice looked into his eyes. “Yes,” was all she said.

It wasn’t everyday that an opportunity like this presents itself, and Bill wanted to take advantage of it. Yes, he admitted, Alice was vulnerable. Yes, he admitted, she was drunk and a little stoned. Yes, he admitted, she was 25 years younger than him. Yes, he admitted, she was his daughter’s friend. But Alice had freely given him a blowjob in her living room and she wanted more. She had returned his kiss in a deep sensual manner and he wanted more. 

Placing his hands on her hips, Bill lowered his head to her neck and kissed it gently causing a sensuous shiver to run through Alice’s body. He moved up her neck and, pulling her hair away from her ear, whispered, “Where’s your bedroom?”

He took her hand and, without a word, they climbed the stairs to her room. It was a typical young adult’s room. A few movie and rock group posters on the wall, a computer in the corner and clothes everywhere. 

Bill grabbed Alice from behind and pulled her tight against him and her fullness felt good against him. He pulled the flask out of his pocket, opened it and put it to her lips. She drank freely from it and when she was finished Bill went back to her neck and ear kissing and nibbling at them. His hands wandered back down to her hips and he stroked the exposed skin between her jersey and pants then upward and cupped her breasts. Alice groaned as he kneaded her tits and ran his hand over her nipples. 

With one fluid motion, Bill lifted her jersey over her head and dropped it on the floor and reached for the clasps at the back of her bra. Damn childproof things. He was never good at unhooking bras and this one was no different. While he fumbled at it he went back to kissing Alice’s neck so as not to interrupt the flow of the moment. Realizing they could be there all night, Alice reached back and easily unhooked her bra. Bill wondered silently how the hell she did that.

Bill let the bra fall to the floor and his hands found Alice’s full breasts. He fondled them gently paying close attention to her hardened nipples while keeping his lips busy on her neck and shoulders. He then moved his hands lower. 

Reaching for the front of her jeans, Bill unfastened them and pushed them off Alice’s hips. He stepped in closer again pressing against her and feeling the heat of her body against his. He could feel his passion rising and he turned Alice around.

Alice was clearly uncomfortable standing in front of Bill in only her panties. Her eyes were lowered and she would not look at Bill. She was self conscious about her weight even though it was not excessive. Bill put his hand under her chin, lifted her face and looked into her eyes.

“You’re a very pretty girl, Alice” he said to her and bent to kiss her on the lips. Her lips parted and allowed his tongue to probe her mouth. Bill could still taste his cum in her mouth and found himself turned on by it. He pushed harder against her and their tongues danced in her mouth.

He let his mouth slide from hers and trailed down her neck to her chest. Kneeling in front of her he put his lips onto one of her nipples and sucked it into his mouth. His other hand reached over and played with her other nipple. She gasped at his touch. He moved from one side to the other leaving her nipples coated with saliva. Whichever one was not getting attention from Bill’s mouth was being rubbed and flicked by his hand. Bill could hear her heart beating hard in her chest.

He slid lower and kissed her belly, allowing his hands to reach around and caress her ass. He squeezed her cheeks, kneading them with his hands while licking her navel. Alice’s hands were on the back of his head and started to force him lower. She was totally turned on and knew what she wanted and Bill was more than happy to oblige. Sliding his hands into the waistband of her panties, Bill slid them to the floor exposing her womanhood to him.

Bill wasted no time and dove right into her pussy. Alice cried aloud at the feel of a man’s tongue licking her. She pulled Bill’s head tight against her and opened her legs to allow him to penetrate her with his tongue which snaked up and down her slit searching for her clit. When he did, Alice cried out again.



Bill continued to lick Alice’s pussy pushing his tongue deeper inside her and Alice had started a slight rocking motion as if she were riding his tongue. But Bill could sense that her passion was rising as she started pushing him hard into her pussy. Finally it consumed her.

“No.. no… Mr. Walters…Noooooo” she moaned as her orgasm shot through her body. Bill kept his tongue flicking against her clit and her body twitched from the touch. She grabbed his head and pushed it against her in an effort to stop him.

“No more, please, no more,” she begged him but her body betrayed her as she continued to rub her pussy against Bill’s mouth. Finally she stopped moving, standing still with Bill’s head in her hands. He looked up into her eyes and saw the look of amazement.

No boy had done that for her Bill thought to himself. She had listened to her friends talk about boys going down on them and she probably fantasized about it. She probably even masturbated in bed thinking about it. But here was a guy who had just done her and she was thrilled. He could see it in her eyes. He stood up and took her face in his hands and kissed her. Their tongues met and the taste of his cum mixed with her juices.

While they embraced, Bill walked her over to the bed. He did not know how far this may go, but was willing to find out. He broke from the embrace and looked her in the eyes.

“Would you get on the bed for me?” he asked. Alice did not answer, but rather turned, pulled the bed sheets back and got on the bed. Bill had noticed that Alice had candles in her room so he walked around and lit them. Then he closed the door and let the candle light bath the room in a soft glow.

He removed his shirt and shoes. Unbuckling his pants, he let them slide to the floor followed by his boxers. For the first time, Alice gazed upon Bill naked in front of her. For a man about 25 years older than she he was in pretty good shape. In fact, she had never noticed how handsome he was. In front of him hung the cock she had sucked on minutes before. It looked so much longer with him standing there naked. It was not hard but was starting to swell.

Bill climbed on the bed and knelt beside her, his cock hanging inches from her mouth. She reached out and held it gently in her hand and pulled him closer until Bill’s cockhead met her lips. She opened and let her tongue slip out and lick the tip. Bill’s cock hardened and straightened immediately.

Leaning forward further, Bill pushed his cock into Alice’s mouth which was a welcome receptacle. He pumped it in and out while Alice’s tongue bathed the underside. Bill’s grunts mixed with the slurping noise coming from Alice. As she let him fuck her mouth, he reached down and rubbed between her legs. He could feel that she was wet and ready.

He pulled his cock out of Alice’s mouth and bent to kiss her. While their lips were together, he lowered his body onto hers used his legs to push hers apart. Alice knew what was coming. She lay there as Bill positioned himself, reached down and placed his cockhead at the opening of her pussy. He pushed forward slightly and her outer lips wrapped around his cockhead. He looked into Alice’s eyes waiting for a sign that she did not want to go further but saw none. She was ready to give her friend’s father her virginity.


His Daughter's Friend Ch. 02



Bill stirred first, looking around the room and remembering where he was. The candles had long since burned out and there was a dim light coming through the window. Beside him lay the 18-year-old girl from whom he had taken her virginity the night before. He had an urge to stroke her exposed breasts, the nipples on which were soft and flat against her skin, but he did not want to wake her. 

He didn't want to get up and just leave Alice either. He admitted to himself that he had taken advantage of her and did not want to make things worse by not being there when she awoke. He gently slid his legs over the edge of the bed and searched his jacket pocket for his flask. Yes, it was six in the morning. Yes, he hadn't eaten yet. And, yes, he was drinking whisky. The first slug of the morning from the flask burned as it usually did. The second went down smoother. He didn't even taste the third.

"A little early for that, isn't it?"

He turned to the voice and saw Alice watching him, her round, full body now more fully exposed. If she had been awake before, Bill lied to himself, he would be licking her instead of the top of his flask.

"Yes, it's early," Bill replied. "It's always early, and it's always too late." He took a final sip and returned the flask to his jacket.

"I'll be right back," he told Alice and he got up and headed for the bathroom. When he went to shut the door, he realized that Alice was right behind him.

"Do you mind?" he asker her.

"Not if you don't," was her reply. Bill just shook his head, walked over to the toilet and aimed towards the bowl. In a second a stream of piss appeared from his cock. Alice stood behind him, hugging his back, and watched him empty his bladder. Her tits felt warm against his back as her arms circled around in front of him. She reached down and put her hand on his and they both held his cock as he pissed. When he finished, he gave it a little shake.

"Why do you do that?" Alice asked.

"Just getting the last drops off the tip," Bill explained.

"Oh," she said, and she reached, wiped the tip of his cock with her finger and put it to her lips. "Does that help?" Bill chuckled to himself. Twenty-four hours ago this girl had, at the most, sucked some guy's little wiener. Now she was licking his piss off her finger.

"I need to wash up," he told Alice who turned the water on in the shower and stepped in.

"I'll help," she said and pulled Bill into the shower with her. She grabbed a washcloth off the shelf, soaped it up and started on his back, working from his shoulders to his ass. She rubbed the cloth between his ass cheeks and then turned him around to do the front. Again starting at the top, she worked her way down until she reached his cock and balls. She soaped them up then, without the washcloth in her hand, rubbed them letting the cock and balls slide through her soapy hands. Bill's cock responded immediately and soon she was stroking his hard meat.

Alice took the shower spray, rinsed him off and then knelt in front of him after shutting the water off. Bill's cock stood out straight from his body and was pointed at her lips. Without hesitation she opened her lips and took the cockhead into her mouth. Alice was not looking for sensuous foreplay but aggressively fucked Bill's cock with her mouth until it was buried in her throat. She could tell he was getting into it when his hips started pumping hard against her face.

Alice let the cock fall from her mouth. Strings of saliva and pre-cum ran from the tip to her lips. She stood and kissed Bill hard.

"Fuck me," she said and she turned to face the tiled wall. Bill understood what she wanted and stepped behind her, guiding his cock to her asshole. Alice reached around and spread her round cheeks giving him access to her hole and he pushed hard into her. She cried out at the suddenness of his action which pinned her against the wall.

"Is this what you want?" he asked, knowing it was exactly what she wanted. She nodded quietly.

"I said 'is this what you want'?" he asked again, wanting to hear the words come out of her mouth.

"Yes," she said breathlessly.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes," she said to Bill, "I want you to fuck me in the ass." 

She winced as Bill pushed his cock all the way into her rectum until his pubes were against her ass cheeks. Then, in a painfully slow manner, he slid his cock all the way back out. Then, in a painfully quick motion, he slammed his meat back into her ass pressing her against the wall again. He repeated this agonizing torture several times, sometimes lingering outside her asshole long enough for her to wonder when he would penetrate her again and responding with a grunt when his cock skewered her again.

When Bill had enough of this fun, he started fucking her hard and fast, grabbing her ample hips making sure that she absorbed each of his thrusts to the fullest. Each thrust was met with a grunt from Alice and the slapping sound of their flesh meeting and her round cheeks shook with each violent collision. 

Looking down he saw that Alice had started to rub herself while he fucked her. No, that wouldn't do, he thought to himself and he reached down, grabbed her hands and lifted them above her head. Holding them there with one hand, he put the other around her waist and held her steady as he pounded his meat into her ass.

"Tell me again. What do you want?" he whispered into her ear.

"Fuck my ass," she responded.

"Again," he ordered.

"Fuck my ass," she said again and he responded with another sadistic thrust into her ass.

He repeated his order and she repeated the answer and was again impaled on his cock.

"Fuck me ass... fuck my ass... fuck my ass..." she continued without prompting, each time her request being answered until Bill felt his balls tighten and he shot his load deep into her bowels. 

"Oh... SHIT... YES!" Alice screamed and when his cock finished pulsing he could feel the contractions and spasms of Alice's muscles as she came shortly after he did. It was a great feeling, as if her ass was milking his cock dry. He held her hands above her and leaned her into the wall until his cock softened enough to be expelled from her abuse asshole. He spun Alice around and kissed her hard on the lips. 

"Clean me off," he told her and she sank to her knees and started licking his soft cock but before she could finish he released a stream of piss into her mouth. He was surprised that she did not recoil from it but actually let it fill her mouth until it flowed over her lips. When he finished, she spit it out and took his cock in her mouth again and licked it clean.

"Why don't you cleanup," he told her as he stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around himself. He left her kneeling in the shower and walked back into the bedroom where he took another drink from his flask. 

"What am I going to do now?" he asked himself, wondering about the girl 25 years younger than him that seemed to be willing to do just about anything for him.

He had made his way to the kitchen and figured out how to make coffee and when Alice got downstairs she found him sitting at the table wearing a towel. She had slipped into a nightshirt which clung to her like paint and barely covered her backside. Every curve of her full body was accentuated by the tightness of fabric stretched over her skin. 

"I see you made coffee," she said noticing the cup in front of him. His flask was beside it and she picked up the cup and took a sip. "That's pretty strong 'coffee'."

"Yeah, I guess," Bill replied. "Look, we need to talk."

Alice poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down. There were four chairs in the kitchen and she sat in the one right next to Bill. He could feel the warmth of her body and the fresh scent of soap and shampoo.

"You shouldn't allow yourself to be treated the way I treated you," he explained. "You're too nice of a girl to do that."

"I was just trying to please you," she said looking into her cup as if there were answers floating somewhere in the coffee. "I thought you liked me and that's why you did those things."

"I do like you," Bill replied, "but I did those things because of this," he said pointing to the flask on the table.

"Look, whether I like you or not is not what is in question here," Bill continued. "I'm 25 years older than you, I drink too much, have strange ideas as to what I want in a physical relationship and you can do a whole lot better."

Bill turned to look at Alice and recognized the look on her face from last night. It was the look of an insecure teenager left standing alone on a street corner, abandoned by her friends. And he was telling Alice that he, too, was leaving her alone on the street corner.

"I know you're right," Alice replied, not looking up from her coffee, "but I don't have anyone else." She let her hand come to rest on Bill's leg and ran her fingers along the inside of his thigh. She didn't say anything else.

Bill took her hand in his and squeezed it and returned it to the top of the table. He didn't need Alice rubbing his thigh when he was trying to say good-bye to her.

"The things you see in those movies you and your friends watch and the things we did last night aren't 'normal'. You should be treated with more respect. And I'm probably not the guy to do that."

"I know," she said again, "but I like you and would do anything for you." Her hand returned to his leg.

Bill's mind said to move her hand again but his body responded otherwise. His cock started to harden and tent the towel he was wearing. Alice's hand inched up and down his thigh getting closer and closer to his balls until she finally curved her fingers around his ball sack and massaged it gently.

"Alice..."

She leaned over and kissed his bare shoulder and then let her lips trace down to his chest while her hand grasped the shaft of his cock and started stroking it under the towel. He grabbed her by the hair, at first to pull her away from him, but the urge to let her continue was too great. He pushed her head down to her lap where she opened the towel and took him into her mouth. He groaned as the warmth of Alice's mouth enveloped his cock and her saliva dripped down his shaft while her lips slid up and down the length of his cock.

Bill pulled her mouth off his cock and up to his where he kissed her passionately.

"You don't have to do this, Alice," he said between kisses.

"I want to," she replied. "I want to do anything you want me to, Mr. Walters."

Bill stood and pulled Alice to her feet. Grabbing the bottom of her nightshirt, he pulled it quickly over her head and tossed it aside. He then turned her away from him, bent her face down on the table and slid his cock into her pussy from behind. Alice gasped at the intrusion as he pushed his thick, eight-inch long meat into her without warning. Her tits were pressed to the table and she grabbed the sides of the table as Bill started thrusting into her. Bill wrapped one arm around her waist, using his hand to massage her pussy, and the other pushed her onto the table by the neck.

"Oh, God... Mr. Walters!" Alice cried as her pussy tightened around his cock. Bill was pumping into her as fast as he could, rubbing her clit at the same time. Alice's legs were spread wide apart and Bill drove his cock deep into her on every stroke. "Oh... God... Oh... God..." she moaned with each syllable coming out as if forced by Bill's push into her pussy. The force of his thrusts were enough to upset the two cups on the table and hot coffee spilled across the table and pooled around Alice's tits. The sensation of warm liquid flowing on her breasts caused her juices to flow in her pussy.

Bill pulled out and told Alice to turn over and lie on the table. One she was lying on the table, he grabbed her by the ankles, spread her legs wide and guided his juice-covered cock at the opening of her pussy. Without effort he slid back into her tight, wet vagina and started fucking her again.

Alice's hand had found her clit and was rubbing it in rhythm with Bill's strokes and it took only a few seconds before her climax hit her and her muscles contracted around Bill's cock. By instinct she tried to close her legs but Bill held them apart, not willing to let her recover from her orgasm. Minutes later she came again, this time a crashing unrelenting wave of pleasure that caused her to cry out. Bill felt the contractions around his cock and could feel his cum rising in his cock. He pulled it out of Alice just in time to see rope after rope of thick, white cum shoot across Alice's breasts. He stroked his cock coaxing more cum out of it until the shots slowed to a dribble that dripped onto Alice's pussy.

A minute passed before Bill recovered enough to lower Alice's legs. She winced as her thighs closed around her pussy which was abused, sore and wet with Bill's cum and her own excretions. Bill leaned over and kissed her lips and she took his head in her hands and returned the kiss passionately. Bill let his mouth find its way to her ear and neck, kissing them as he went and finally ended at her breast where he licked the cum off her nipples. He slid lower on her body, licking and cleaning her as he went until he reached her mound of dark pubic hair. Using his tongue, he parted the hair and flicked it in and out of her slit.

Alice responded first by pushing him away from her ravaged pussy and then by pulling his face into her. She could not take another orgasm but neither did she have the strength to push him away. As the soreness subsided and waves of pleasure engulfed her, she surrendered to his oral pleasures.

Alice could feel her pleasure mounting as Bill licked and sucked on her. She closed her eyes and spread her legs as wide as she could, completely surrendering to Bill's ministrations. Her own hands rode up on her body caressing her breasts and pinching her nipples as Bills fingers alternately fucker her pussy and asshole. Bill's other hand was stroking the length of his cock which was hard again. Looking down she could see the top of his head bobbing up and down between her thighs. 

It was then she thought she saw movement at the kitchen door window. She tried to push him away but he resisted. She questioned whether she had seen something, if only to allow herself to continue to be serviced by Bill without interruption. But, THERE! She saw it again. 

SHIT! It was Sister Rose! And she was in the window watching them! Alice tried again to push Bill away but his fingers were deep inside her fucking as he flicked at her clit with his tongue. She tried once more, but the words were unable to come. Only then did she realize that she did not want to stop. No, let Sister Rose watch.

She let Bill do his magic between her legs and she resumed pinching her nipples again. She watched the expression on Sister Rose's face which had gone from one of horror to one of fascination. Alice found some perverted pleasure in letting the good sister watch the sex scene in front of her and she climaxed once again. Her vagina and ass muscles gripped Bills fingers as they slid in and out of her and she closed here eyes as she moaned in relief.

Bill stood up and got up on the table with Alice, straddling her head. He was stoking his cock quickly and it was pointed towards her mouth. Alice glanced over and could see Sister Rose frozen in place watching what was about to unfold in front of her. Alice stared into her eyes and could tell Sister Rose was fascinated with what she was seeing. She did not take her eyes off Sister Rose when she heard Bill grunt and shoot his load into her mouth and onto her face. When he was finished he lowered his softening cock to her lips where she took him into her mouth and sucked on him and looking towards the door she saw that Sister Rose was gone.

"Mr. Walters," she said pulling his cock from her mouth, "I need to tell you something."

Bill bent down and kissed her on the lips. "What is it?"

Alice thought a minute, looked at the door and back at Bill.

"I love you," she said. 



His Daughter's Friend Ch. 03



They made love once more before Bill left. This time he let Alice do all the work, on top of him sliding up and down his cock. He loved watching her round, full tits bounce up and down as she brought herself to orgasm, then sliding down and taking him in her mouth to finish him off. For Bill, it was the end of a night of sex that he had not experienced in a long time. He had taken Alice’s virginity in both holes as well as plenty of oral sex. They did it in the living room, bedroom, kitchen and shower.

Now, he was driving home at 10:00 in the morning and regretting what he had done. Sure the booze had a lot to do with it, but he should have had more control. She was an insecure, slightly overweight 18-year old and he was a 43-year old alcoholic. This relationship was headed nowhere fast.

Alice sat in her kitchen wondering whether she had been dreaming. Did she just spend the night with her friend’s father? Did she loose her virginity? Did she really get off on the rough sex? Most of all, did she really see Sister Rose in the window?

Her body answered all of these questions except for the last one. The last question was the most perplexing. Certainly Sister Rose would have banged on the door if she saw Mr. Walters having sex with her, especially the rough, no-holds-barred kind that she and Mr. Walters had in the kitchen. But when Alice had looked a second time, there was no one in the window and she did not bother to mention it to Mr. Walters.

Bill rolled into his driveway, went inside, took a long shower and lay on his bed. By now it was 11:00 and he was exhausted. He closed his eyes for a minute and the next thing he knew, the doorbell was ringing. Glancing at the clock next to his bed, he realized he had just slept for six hours. He grabbed his robe and threw it on and headed for the front door. Peering through the window, he saw Alice standing there and he opened the door.

“What are you doing here?” he asked as he let her in.

“The seniors had an afternoon game today and I thought I’d come over afterwards to see you,” Alice replied. “Aren’t you happy to see me, Mr. Walters?”

“Of course I am,” Bill replied “but you should call first in case I have company.”

“OK, sorry,” Alice replied. She unsnapped her jacket, in St. Catherine school colors of red and white with her name stitched on the shoulder, and opened it up. “You like?” she asked.

Bill had to chuckle to himself. She was the cliché of every porn site. Alice was a cheerleader and was wearing her uniform that was a short red and white number, white ankle socks and white sneakers. Her hair was done in two ponytails hanging from either side of her head. 

“Did you get dressed up for me?” Bill asked.

“Well,” Alice replied, “I had to cheer at the game and I figured maybe you’d like to see me in my uniform. A lot of those movies I was telling you about had girls dressed as cheerleaders.”

Bill remembered the movies that Alice had described watching. They were typical porn movies with lots of women servicing men with kinky, rough sex. They were Alice’s initiation to sex and to her they were the norm.

Bill’s cock twitched under his robe. She did look sexy in her outfit and Bill’s reluctance to continue their relationship started to sway. He stepped close to Alice and wrapped his arms around her.

“And what happened to the cheerleaders in the movie?” he asked her.

“Lots of stuff,” Alice replied. “They fucked a lot. Some got tied up and forced to have sex.” She lifted her lips up to meet Bill’s and kissed him. Bill returned the kiss hard and long, sliding his tongue into Alice’s mouth. Breaking off, he took Alice by the hand and led her into the kitchen.

“Throw your jacket on the chair,” he said as he opened the cabinet, grabbed a bottle of whiskey and poured two shots. Offering one to Alice, he clinked the glasses together and toasted. “Here’s to an interesting evening.”

Taking her hand again, he led Alice down the hall and into his bedroom. Standing behind her, he reached around and groped her firm breasts as he kissed her neck and ear. He ground his hard cock into her back.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked.

“Yes Mr. Walters,” she replied. “I’ve been thinking of you all day.”

“Good,” Bill said as he led her to the bed. “Lie down and I’ll be right with you.”

“Do you want me to get undressed?” she asked.

“No, honey. We’ll do that when we need to,” was Bill’s answer.

Alice lay on the bed burying her face into the pillow. Bill’s scent was everywhere and she breathed it in. It meant so much to her to be brought into his bed, a sort of acceptance that she craved.

Bill reappeared with an armload of stuff that he dumped on the floor next to the bed. 

“Lie on your back,” he ordered.

The first thing he did was take a coil of rope and secure Alice’s right wrist to the headboard of the bed. When she confirmed that it was not too tight or uncomfortable he moved to the other side of the bed. Stretching her arms out, he got her into a position where she was comfortable but then pulled further to spread her arms uncomfortably.

“Owww…,” Alice complained, but Bill ignored her. Instead, he circled around to her legs and lifted the skirt of her cheerleading outfit and pulled down her white panties. Then, just as unceremoniously, he stuffed them into her mouth. 

Bill picked up another length of rope and wrapped one end around her ankle and threw the rest under the bed to the other side. From the other side, he pulled the rope to spread Alice’s legs wide and finished tying the other ankle. Stepping back, he observed the job he had done. Alice was lying on his bed in her cheerleader uniform uncomfortably spread-eagle.

“Is this how it was in the movies?” he asked her.

“Hmph…” Alice mumbled, nodding her head. Despite the tautness of the ropes and the panties in her mouth, she looked like she was pleased to be where she was.

“Now to finish it off,” Bill said, and he took a scarf and wrapped it around Alice’s head as a blindfold. Again he stepped back and admired his handiwork. His cock swelled as he looked at Alice lying there helplessly. Now it was time to have some fun.

Bill dropped his robe and climbed onto the bed, his knees on either side of Alice’s head. He pulled the panties out of her mouth and pointed his cock at her lips. 

“I’ve got something else for your mouth,” he said and he lowered his member into her mouth. He let Alice swirl her tongue around his cockhead for a few minutes before he pushed further into her mouth, her lips spreading wide around his shaft. He pushed as far as he could and then started pulling back. Before his cockhead reached her lips, he pushed in again. 

He was just building up a rhythm when he heard the doorbell ring.

“Damn paperboy,” he mumbled to himself as he pulled his cock from Alice’s mouth and replaced it with her panties. Grabbing his wallet from his pants he headed to the front door, closing the bedroom door behind him. No sense having the paperboy getting a glimpse of what was going on in his bedroom. He had a ten-dollar bill out of his wallet ready for the kid by the time he reached the door, which he swung open and thrust the money out.

“Here you go…”

Bill froze. Standing in front of him was Sister Rose.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Walters. I trust I’m not disturbing you,” Sister Rose said, her eyes staring into his. 

“Err… What can I do for you, Sister?” Bill stammered. It came out pretty good considering he had a teenager tied to his bed and he was standing at his front door with a hard-on tenting his robe and a ten dollar bill in his hand.

“May I come in?” Sister Rose asked and, not waiting for an answer, walked past Bill into the living room. She was like that, all business and no time for pleasantries. Bill guessed she was in her forties and if you met her on the street you would probably find her attractive, except for the modern nun clothing she wore. She stood in the middle of the living room and waited for Bill to close the door and join her.

“Mr. Walters,” she started, “I’m concern about Alice McIntyre. I saw her leave the dance with you last night and…”

“I just gave her a ride home,” Bill interrupted.

“Indeed,” Sister Rose continued. “When I visited her house this morning, I saw you giving her another kind of ride.”

Bill flushed with embarrassment. He was hoping that if she saw something, it was something tamer that he and Alice had done but, come to think of it, none of it was tame.

“Mr. Walters, Alice is of the age of consent,” she continued. “I just want to make sure she’s alright. From what I saw you were pretty rough on her. I went to her house before coming over here, but there was no one home. Is she here now?”

“No,” Bill lied. “I haven’t seen her since this morning.”

Sister Rose looked around and peered into the kitchen. Spying a bottle of whisky of the table, she walked in and picked it up.

“Still drinking?” she asked. Bill was about to answer when his eyes caught something on the chair. Sister Rose, seeing him pause, turned and looked.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” she said, lifting Alice’s jacket off the chair. Turning it around, she read the name off the sleeve. “‘Alice M.’ I don’t suppose you know who THIS could belong to, Mr. Walters. Where is she?”

“In the bedroom,” he said to her. Bill knew he couldn’t wiggle his way out of this one. Besides, Sister Rose didn’t seem hell-bent on causing trouble. 

Sister Rose looked around, saw the hallway and headed down it towards the only closed room. Opening the door, she stepped in and froze in place. She had probably expected to find Alice in Bill’s bed, but tied to it? Spread-eagle? Alice’s pussy clearly visible between her legs? No, this was not what she expected. She stood there for a few minutes taking in the scene and then backed out slowly, closing the door behind her.

Rejoining Bill in the kitchen, Sister Rose said nothing. Bill assumed that she was thinking of whom to call first. The police? Child Services? Alice’s parents? He was screwed and he knew it. Sister Rose just looked at him and then walked over to the table. Unscrewing the cap to the whisky bottle, she raised it to her lips and took a long drink from the bottle. She took a second one before putting the bottle down, walking down the hall, opening the door and walking into the bedroom. Bill was right behind her and started to open his mouth when Sister Rose lifted her finger to her lips indicating to Bill to remain silent.

Sister Rose sat on a chair and untied and removed her shoes. Next, she removed the small headpiece she was wearing and started unbuttoning her blouse. Bill watched in amazement as she removed every bit of clothing she was wearing and stood naked at the foot of the bed. She was petite, maybe five and a half feet, tall with a thin body and very small breasts topped with small cone-like nipples. 

Bill stood mesmerized as Sister Rose crawled onto the bed between Alice’s legs. With her eyes blindfolded, Alice probably assumed that it was Bill and she lay there waiting. Sister Rose started stroking Alice’s thighs, her fingers tracing lightly up to her pussy and then back down. This continued for a few minutes until Sister Rose reached higher and lifted Alice’s sweater up exposing her round tits encased in a tight sports bra. Sister Rose unzipped the front of the bra, let Alice’s tits bounce free and then massaged them gently, letting her fingers ripple over her hard nipples.

Alice was squirming on the bed under Sister Rose’s touch. She groaned as her nipples were pinched and twisted and her tits squeezed. Sister Rose returned her attention to Alice’s pussy, stroking it gently at first and then sliding one, and then two, fingers inside. Then, to Bill’s amazement, Sister Rose lowered her head and started licking at Alice’s pussy. Alice writhed on the bed, wanting to wrap her legs around the head between her legs but she could only strain at the ropes restraining her while Sister Rose drove her tongue into her melting pussy. 

While Sister Rose was kneeling between Alice’s legs, Bill had a good view of her ass which was high in the air exposing her cunt lips. Bill saw this as an opportunity he could not resist and knelt on the bed behind her. Taking his cock in his hand, he slid it across the opening of Sister Rose’s pussy until it gleamed with her juices. When it was wet enough, Bill positioned the head at the opening of her pussy and eased it in.

There was no resistance from Sister Rose. In fact, Bill’s penetration seemed to cause Sister Rose to go down harder on Alice. With nothing to stop him, Bill pushed forward slowly until the head of his cock lay against Sister Rose’s virginity. He paused thinking to himself whether he really wanted to do this but Sister Rose’s actions were telling him what to do. As she was licking Alice’s pussy, Sister Rose was rocking back and forth on Bill’s cock, never going far enough to break her. But Bill saw she was into this so he grabbed her hips and pushed, driving his cock to the hilt into Sister Rose.

Sister Rose tensed and raised her head letting out a muffled cry but Bill reached over and pushed her face back into Alice’s pussy where Sister Rose continued her ministrations. His other hand reached underneath her hand started stroking her pussy. Bill then started his rhythmic fucking of Sister Rose from behind. 

Bill looked over to the mirror on his dresser and could not believe the scene that had unfolded in his bedroom. He was fucking a woman, a nun, from behind while he stoked her clit. She, meanwhile, was going down on an 18-year old girl that was gagged and tied spread-eagle to his bed, tweaking her nipples as she drove her tongue into the girl’s pussy. 

Sister Rose, from the fucking and stroking Bill was giving her, started to climax. She lifted her head off Alice’s pussy and started to moan when Bill pulled her upright and covered her mouth while continuing to fuck her hard. His other hand groped her small tits, pinching and pulling on her nipples until she came hard, crying into Bill’s hand. Bill felt her body shake as the waves of pleasure crashed through Sister Rose’s body. He wondered whether she had ever felt a sensation like this, and by how she collapsed in his arms assumed that she never had.

Bill slid off the bed, lifted Sister Rose in his arms and carried her to the chair. She was spent, but he was still hard and unsatisfied. Leaving Sister Rose on the chair, Bill climbed back onto the bed and on top of Alice and, in one movement, buried himself in her pussy. Alice let out a grunt as his cock slid into her hole that had been well lubricated by Sister Rose. He was horny from the whole scene that had unfolded in front of him and fucked Alice hard and deep pawing at her tits as he slid in and out of her. He could sense that Alice was close to cumming as her cunt tightened around his cock and her hands grabbed and pulled at her restraints. Finally, she groaned into her gag as she came, her body twitching under Bill’s. That was enough for Bill and he exploded, his cock shooting its load deep into Alice’s pussy. 

It was a few minutes before he could recover enough to pull the panties out of Alice’s mouth.

“That was awesome,” she said to him, her breathing still heavy and labored. Bill kissed her lips gently.

“What did you like the most?” he asked.

“When you went down on me,” she replied. 

Bill smiled. She had not realized that it was Sister Rose between her legs and not him. He turned to see Sister Rose’s reaction and was surprised to see that she was gone. 

“I’ll be right back,” he said to Alice as he jumped off the bed and raced to the kitchen. But Sister Rose was gone. He walked back to the bedroom and joined Alice on the bed. 

He knew he had not heard the last from Sister Rose.



His Daughter's Friend Ch. 04



Bill lay next to Alice, his hand under her cheerleader sweater running over her plump breasts. He thought of removing her blindfold, but thought she looked sexier with it on. Instead, he lay there and thought of what had just happened and what would happen next. 

Sister Rose would not blow the whistle on him. Maybe she would have, but as soon as she saw Alice lying on Bill’s bed and went down on her, she was in no position to say anything. 

Bill wasn’t about to say anything about anything, although he wasn’t particularly proud. He had somehow got involved with this 18-year old girl. OK, not “somehow”. He got them both drunk and taken her virginity, then proceeded to fuck her all night long and most of the next day. He had also fucked Sister Rose, taking her virginity also.

Alice was the wildcard. She could tell someone and make life miserable for Bill and, if she got wind of Sister Rose’s involvement, her too.

The scene playing in Bill’s head of Sister Rose kneeling between Alice’s legs licking at her pussy while he fucked her from behind made his cock stir again. He got up, knelt over Alice’s head and lowered his cock, sliding the not-yet-hard tool between her lips and into her mouth. Alice did not hesitate to work on him, licking and sucking his cock to hardness. Gently, he started working his cock in and out of her mouth.

Across town, another scenario was playing out. Sister Rose had grabbed her clothes out of Bill’s bedroom, dressed in the living room and dashed to her car to drive back to the convent. She did not want to talk to Bill or get caught by Alice and she, too, wondered what would happen next. She had gone to Bill’s house to see what was going on with him and Alice and to make sure Alice was OK but ended up in a kinky threesome. 

She couldn’t object to Bill and Alice’s relationship now. Besides, Alice was a consenting adult and there was nothing Sister Rose could do legally. Maybe she could talk to Alice and explain that a relationship with a man 25 years her senior, an alcoholic with perverse sexual tendencies, would not be the right thing for her. But for right now, she just wanted to get cleaned up.

Sister Rose walked through the front door of the convent and avoided meeting any other sisters, lest the guilt on her face reveal what she had done. She quickly retired to her room which, because of her rank, afforded her with a private bath, and prepared for a shower. She gasped as she removed her bra, the material sliding across her nipples which were still hard and sensitive. She touched them, running the nubs between her thumbs and fingers, creating a spark-like feeling. She could feel a tingling between her legs, the same feeling when she walked into Mr. Walter’s bedroom and saw Alice tied spread-eagle to the bed, her pussy open and glistening.

Snapping back to her senses with a feeling of guilt, Sister Rose continued to undress and stepped into the shower. She soaped her wash cloth and started cleaning herself but that tingling feeling started again as she ran the soapy cloth over her breasts. She dropped the cloth and let her bare hands, well lubricated by the soap, caress each breast. It had been years since she had experienced this wonderful feeling of self-pleasure, and she let one hand slip lower, across her belly and down to her pussy where she started the rhythmic stroking of masturbation. 

Her mind relived the feelings she had kneeling at Alice’s pussy, running her tongue up and down her slit and slapping the young girl’s juices. She fantasized that Mr. Walters, or even Alice, was between her legs licking and probing with their tongue deep into her pussy. Her long middle fingers stroked down across her clit and curled back inside her where she was slick from her juices.

Within a minute, she experienced her second orgasm in an hour, her second in years.

Back at Bill’s house, Bill was hard and ready to go again. Sliding further down the bed, he positioned himself between Alice’s full thighs and lifted her legs up on his shoulders. Then, leaning forward and almost bending Alice in half, he slid his spit-covered cock into her pussy and started pumping in and out of her. He reached down and untied the blindfold and pulled it off, letting Alice see for the first time in an hour. She looked up at him and smiled. There was no place she would rather have him than inside her.

He could tell that she was nearing orgasm. Alice’s breathing was becoming staggered and she clutched at the ropes that tied her hands to the bedposts. Her eyes were closed and she moaned and grunted as Bill thrust into her. Finally, Bill felt her pussy tighten and she cried out as she came. Bill continued to fuck her until she came again, this time pleading with him to stop.

“No more, Mr. Walters,” she cried. “I’m so sore.” 

He could understand, since in the past 18 hours they had make love about 10 times, but he still needed to get off. Pulling out of Alice’s pussy, he pushed her legs back so that her knees were just under her chin and exposed her butt. He and aimed his cockhead at her anus, slid in easily and started fucking her ass. Within minutes he felt his balls tighten and he pushed one final time into Alice as far as he could where he emptied another load deep into her.

They lay there for a while, both spent from their activities, until Alice stirred.

“Mr. Walters, I need to get home. I’m sure my parents will be calling to see how I’m doing.”

Bill smiled at her. “And what are you going to tell them?”

“That I’ve spent most of the weekend getting fucked,” she said with a smile, “and loving every minute of it.”

“I’m glad you did,” Bill replied. “Now, why don’t I get you untied and give you a ride home.”

The ride to Alice’s house was a quiet one. But the roar of what might happen next continued in the minds of three people.



His Daughter's Friend Ch. 05



Bill pulled up in front of Alice’s house and killed the engine. They sat in the dark holding hands like a couple of school kids. Well, at least Alice was a school kid. 

“When can I see you again, Mr. Walters?” she asked quietly. She knew from this point on their time together would be limited. Although her parents were not coming home until later the next day, she had a came to go to tomorrow and would not be around. 

Bill had a family commitment that evening. He always tried to take his daughter out for dinner on a Saturday night. It was the only “family” thing he had left.

“Alice,” Bill replied, knowing that what he was about to say was the same thing that he had said before, “you know this won’t work out. I want you to think about it. I want you to think about ‘us’ and what’s best for you.” He hated saying it. For no other reason than even in the darkened car he could see the look of rejection on her face. He also hated saying it because she was a great fuck and he hadn’t seen a lot of great fucks coming his way lately. That thought he tried to push out of his mind. Alice started to say something but he put is finger to his mouth and shhh’d her.

“Just think about it, OK?”

Alice’s chin was on her chest but she nodded quietly. Unfastening her seatbelt, she leaned over to kiss Bill goodnight, resting her hand between his legs and rubbing him gently while her tongue slipped between his lips. But before Bill could melt completely, Alice pulled away, popped the door open and disappeared into the dark.

The thought crossed Bill’s mind to go after her, but he knew better this time. She had agreed to think about what he said and running after her would just bring them back to where they were rather than possibly moving on. He shifted his car into drive and pulled away.

As he drove home…alone… he thought about the situation he was in. He was 25 years older than Alice, a divorced alcoholic with no business fooling around with an 18-year old girl. Especially when she already had a bad self-image of herself. What’s worse, he had no business having sex with Sister Rose, the principal of the school that Alice and his daughter attended. That could come to no good in a heartbeat. No, that couldn’t happen again. But thinking of Sister Rose between Alice’s legs taking it doggy-style from him just made his cock twitch. It was going to be a long night.

It was already a long night across town in St. Catherine’s convent. Sister Rose, having composed herself after her visit to Bill’s house and her self-gratification in the shower, fed herself in the convent kitchen, poured herself a glass of wine and headed for bed. She lay there, the wine playing with her mind, thinking of the pleasures of the flesh. Not what had happened at Bill’s house, but of her first encounter with her deeply hidden erotic feelings.

Having entered the novitiate right after high school in the early 1960’s, young Rose, the pride of her family for entering the religious life, was untouched by the sexual revolution working its way across the country. Inexperienced in even kissing a member of the opposite sex, young Rose found herself stirred by the sight in the newspaper and television of some many virtually naked young people in New York’s Central Park and the Haight-Asbury section of San Francisco. 

Retiring to bed one evening, young Rose explored her body searching for relieve from these strange feelings. She found relief with her hands between her legs, softly stroking herself while thinking of the bodies she had seen. Soon, she was moaning softly as her fingers slipped between the folds of skin that made up her pussy, sliding in and out and over her clit.

It was this moaning that caught the attention of Sister Agnes, the strict taskmaster of the convent under whose tutelage young Rose studied. Sister Agnes opened the door to Rose’s room and catching Rose in mid-orgasm, pulled her wearing only her nightgown from her bed and down the hall to the convent office.

“I am shocked,” Sister Agnes started. “I have brought you into this order so that you can devote the rest of your life to the works of the church and I catch you doing this. I should send you home this evening.”

Young Rose was in tears, kneeling in fear in front of the Mother Superior. It was not the humiliation of being caught nor the fact that she had given in to this temptation, but rather that her family’s pride would be devastated by the dismissal of Rose from the convent. As she sobbed, Sister Agnes stepped forward and pulled Rose’s head to her bosom.

“Rose, it’s natural to have these feelings,” Sister Agnes explained softly. “And, I should send you away. I really should. But I can overlook this provided you are cooperative.”

Rose wiped her tears away. “I’ll do anything you want,” she pleaded. “Please don’t dismiss me.”

Sister Agnes took Rose’s hand, lifted her from her knees and took her out of the office and back to the living quarters of the convent. Once there, they proceeded to Sister Agnes’ room and closed the door behind them. Rose stood in the middle of the room, afraid that she would not become a nun, but rather become the disgrace of her family.

Sister Agnes had locked the door and walked up to Rose from behind. She could smell something as she stood there. Was it Rose’s fear? Was it her sexual excitement that Sister Agnes had interrupted? She lowered her face to Rose’s neck and inhaled her fragrance. What ever the scent was, it stirred Sister Agnes. 

“Take off your gown,” she whispered into Rose’s ear. 

Rose stood frozen in the middle of the bedroom. She was certain of what she heard, but did not understand why she was asked to disrobe. Sister Agnes had walked around in front of Rose and repeated her request. Puzzled, Rose hesitantly questioned Sister Agnes on her request.

“I… I’m not sure…”

Rose did not see the hand that hit her but her face burned red from the slap.

“Young lady,” Sister Rose said in a threatening voice, “you have no say in what is going on. You can do as I tell you or you can leave. I will not hesitate to put you on the street tonight.”

Rose sobbed as she untied the laces at the top of her gown and let the loose fitting garment slide off her shoulders an into a heap at her feet. Awkwardly she tried to cover nakedness but Sister Agnes would have none of it.

“Put your hands to your side,” she ordered and Rose complied fearing another slap. Sister Agnes looked Rose up and down and was pleased at what she saw. The girl, nineteen-years old, was slight and boyish-looking with small breasts and a dark mound of hair covering her pussy. She turned away from Rose and started to undress herself. 

Rose watched Sister Agnes undress, her more mature body revealing itself to the younger girl. Sister Agnes’ body was hardened by long hours toiling in the convent. She had no fat on her, except that her breasts hung heavy and low. Rose stared at the older woman’s body and felt the stirring that she now recognized as being aroused.

“Come join me on the bed,” Sister Rose said as she sat on the edge of the bed. Rose sat next to her, her hands resting on her lap. Sister Agnes lifted Rose’ hand, slid it between her own thighs and started stroking her pussy with it.

“Do to me what you were doing to yourself,” she whispered. Rose’s hand moved up and down over Sister Agnes’ pussy, her fingers sliding between the folds of skin and she spread her legs wider to allow the young girl’s hand to explore deeper. Sister Agnes bent over and took one of Rose’s nipples in her mouth and alternately bit and sucked the nub causing Rose to gasp.

Sister Agnes leaned back on the bed with one leg hanging off the edge opening herself wide to Rose and pulled at Rose’s hand. The young girl started to come up to her but Sister Agnes took her head and guided it down between her legs. Grapping two handfuls of Rose’s short hair, she pulled Rose’s mouth to her pussy.

“Use your tongue on me,” she instructed Rose. When Rose hesitated, Sister Agnes tugged angrily at her hair. “Do it.”

Rose lay between Sister Agnes’ legs, her mind spinning. Mother Superior was ordering her to do something repulsive, yet the alternative was a one-way ticket out of the convent. She again hesitated and again Sister Agnes tugged her closer.

“Do it… or leave.”

Rose knew she had no choice. She extended her tongue until it reached Sister Agnes’ pubic hair and then stopped, but another tug at her hair sent her tongue into Sister Agnes’ pussy.

“That’s right... use your tongue… lick me…”

Rose did as she was told and licked at Sister Agnes’ pussy, probing with her tongue and tasting the older woman’s juices. She gagged and her stomach sickened at this new experience. Tears ran down her cheeks as she buried her face into the wet, dark hair of Sister Agnes’ pussy.

Sister Agnes rocked and moaned, pulling Rose harder and harder into her crotch and lifting her ass off the bed to make it easier for Rose to pleasure her. Finally, Sister Agnes tightened her grip, let out a soft cry and her pussy pulsed as she came on Rose’s face. 

It was a few minutes before she let Rose pull away from her. Rose’s face was wet from her own saliva and Sister Agnes’ pussy juice and she sat there waiting for Sister Agnes to say something. 

“You did well,” Sister Agnes finally said, “but you will need to do better. You will come to my room when I tell you to and you will do as I say. Any hesitance will be grounds for dismissal. And you will never speak of this to anyone. No one will take your word and you will just sully your own reputation. Do you understand?”

Rose nodded her head. 

“You may get dressed and return to your room.”

Rose dressed and left. When she climbed into her own bed, her hands began to explore her own body, squeezing her nipples and rubbing her clit hard until she brought herself to orgasm.

Sister Rose remembered that over the course of her training to become a nun, she visited Sister Agnes’ room three or four times a week, going down on the older woman and developing a “taste”, if you will, for a woman’s pussy. It was that taste that was sparked as she knelt between Alice’s legs and, in a somewhat role-reversal, went down on the 18-year old. Sister Rose had been stroking herself as she remembered both her early days in the convent as well as her visit to Bill’s house. She reached up and flicked nipple on her still small breasts which sent her over the edge and she climaxed. She lay there, her fingers deep in her pussy, feeling the pulsing and contracting of her muscles until she recovered enough to think straight.

How could she be like Sister Agnes was?



His Daughter's Friend Ch. 1



Laura and Hannah had been friends for ages – fairly inseparable from an early age, spending hour upon hour chatting and playing and lazing about. As they grew older this continued; having sleepovers, talking on the phone for hours, just like most teenage girls. Hannah loved spending her time at Laura's house, appreciating how relaxed her friend's family was in comparison to her own. She and her father had never got on – he was a very uptight businessman, spending little time at home: the time he was there, he wanted to spend alone with his wife. He'd never been keen to be a father, and now that he was he still wasn't overly enraptured with the idea, finding it hard to relate to his children. 

It was because of this that Hannah had always loved having Laura's dad, John, as her surrogate father; she looked up to him as a father figure, respected and admired him, and they often had long chats when he drove her home after yet another sleepover.

It was the summer when she turned 18 that things changed. Laura had been seeing her boyfriend, Tom, for quite a while, but finally they'd got more serious. Hannah understood that her best friend wanted to spend time with her boyfriend, but it was still upsetting. She never knew what to do with her time anymore, and spent more and more time at home, feeling lonely. 

After another afternoon moping around the house, Hannah decided to give Laura a call. John answered

"Sorry Hannah, but Laura's out again today – I think she's staying at Tom's house tonight, actually. Haven't seen you in ages, how are you?"

"Alright" Hannah muttered, feeling even more miserable. "A bit stuck for things to do, but I'm fine thanks"

"Stuck for things to do? Well if you fancy earning yourself a little money then you could always come and do some temping work for me: my secretary's always snowed under and it'd be good to have a little extra help around the place"

The idea appealed to Hannah. She never had much money to herself, and it would at least serve as something to do with her time. She agreed quickly, and found herself at his office the next day.

She enjoyed working there, and after a few days had settled into a happy routine: John would pick her up in the morning and drive her in, and she'd spend the day filing, photocopying, and generally helping out. If John finished early, he'd give her a lift; otherwise she'd take the train home.

John enjoyed her working there as much as she did: she was lively and fresh and he got on well with her. Sometimes he forgot she was so much younger than he was, and found himself admiring her figure and features in a way that was decidedly 'unfatherly'. She was really becoming beautiful, he decided: tiny frame, standing just over 5 foot, with a small, delicate face and short fine hair, falling nicely over her features. The most striking thing about her was undoubtedly her breasts; they were proportionally large for such a tiny girl, but she carried them brilliantly, and they were so beautifully firm and voluptuous.

He caught himself gazing out of his office window into the open plan office where she was working, bent over the filing cabinet and concentrating on what she was doing. She looked up, and smiled, then turned back to what she was doing. He settled back to get on with his work, and realised his cock was hard just from watching her. This shocked him: he hadn't realised before just how much he was attracted to his daughter's best friend. That very afternoon she started working on the floor below his, and he missed being able to watch her hard at work.

A few mornings later, John picked her up from her house as usual. As he watched her swing out of the door in her short a-line skirt and summery top, he smiled again, now more confident in his attraction. She smiled back, and winked at him jokingly, before opening the passenger door and sliding into the seat next to him.

Now that he'd admitted to himself how strongly he was attracted to her, being so tantalisingly close was unbearable. Her bare, tanned, knee was inches from his hand on the gears, and he "accidentally" brushed his knuckles over her smooth skin a couple of times, just to try and gauge her reaction. 

He was surprised. Not only did she neglect to pull her knee away from him, but he could have sworn that after the first contact, it moved closer to him, and her skirt seemed to ride just slightly higher up that perfect thigh… He concentrated firmly on the road in front of him. He had to be imagining it: there was no way such a young, attractive girl would be attracted to him. 

They arrived at the office and she walked in front of him to the door, allowing him a perfect view of her ass; swaying ever so gently from side to side, teasing him. She turned and winked again, before running up the stairs to the floor she worked on. She never took the lift, joking that she would be fat if she didn't have the exercise.

He couldn't concentrate for the rest of the day, conscious only of his cock throbbing quietly between his legs. He had to do something about this, or he'd never be able to get anything done again…

This routine carried on for the next couple of days, with John trying to suss out just how interested she was, and Hannah being gorgeously, naively, flirtatious.

Friday started just as every other that week: John waited outside her house, and she ran out to the car, sliding next to him and waiting for him to do his usual routine of pretending to accidentally brush her knee. They chatted away for the journey, occasionally catching each other's eye, until they arrived at the office once more. 

"I give up." Hannah joked. "No more stairs for me; today I'm going to be as lazy as the rest of you, and take the lift."

As usual, all the businessmen piled into the elevator, chatting between themselves, packed into the tiny space. John was backed up in a corner, with Hannah directly in front of him. He could feel her ass against his thigh, and he was hard within seconds. He couldn't take it any longer. Gingerly, he moved his hand between them, and pressed it against her, just at the top of her thigh, under her ass. He could swear he felt her press back slightly, encouraging him to carry on. Unbeknownst to the other passengers, he stood with a raging hard on, and slid his hand ever so slightly up his daughter's friend's bare, smooth thigh, enjoying how soft her skin felt against his fingers. Now he was sure that she knew what was going on, and that she approved: he felt her part her legs to allow his hand to travel just that bit further up the skin, tracing their way towards her panties. 

He could feel the cotton, feel the warmth of her pussy through the material, against the tips of his fingers. It was nearly her floor, but all he wanted to do was fuck her, slide his cock deep inside her, and fuck her. He pressed firmer now, feeling her dampness through the panties and wanting so desperately to make her wetter still. 

They reached her floor. She turned round briefly, only slightly flushed, and smiled.

"See you later" she muttered, before threading her way out between the other men. 

If he'd had trouble concentrating on other days, today he couldn't even sit still. He had to work out a way to have his cock inside her, to make her cum, to make her do things she'd never even thought of doing. He picked up the phone.

"Jane?" 

His secretary sighed. She was tired, and he sounded like he had more work for her to do.

"Can you get Hannah to come up here at the end of her day? I've got some extra filing that you probably don't want to do. Just tell her I'll give her a lift home at the end of it, so she won't have the hassle of getting herself home for once"

He sat back in his chair, and smiled. Suddenly the prospect of fucking his daughter's best friend didn't seem quite so unobtainable. 

When she'd finished working for the day, Hannah went up to the next floor to see John. She was nervous, but she didn't want it to show: their encounter in the lift had left her feeling frisky all day, and she'd taken longer to do her usual day's duties. It was gone seven o'clock by the time she arrived at his office, and the rest of the floor was practically empty.

She wandered into his office and faced him.

"You said you had some work for me?"

He nodded, and pointed cursorily at a pile of papers. "If you could file those, please."

She went over. When he'd said he had work for her, she'd assumed it was all a ruse to get her in his office. Now she began to wonder if she'd misread it, and hoped bitterly that she hadn't.

John resumed his work, quietly observing her little body as it hunched over the papers, organising them dutifully. He let her work for nearly an hour before he broke the silence.

"So were you pleased you forfeited your exercise this morning?"

She flushed, and didn't turn round. "Of course I was…"

He could tell she wanted him now, even though she was too shy to even face him. He walked over to stand behind her, and hooked his hands under her arm. He pulled her up in front of him roughly, and bent his head to kiss her, sliding his tongue into her mouth, pulling her body closer until it was pressed firmly against his. 

She looked up and saw that he'd drawn the blinds; his door was locked; she was alone, he was kissing her, and suddenly she wasn't quite sure what he was going to do. She pulled away slightly, scared.

He pulled her back, running a hand quickly up her thigh and encountering her damp panties underneath. Now he could feel her properly, without the restrictions of the elevator placed on him, and he slid a finger under the material. She was so hot, so wet, and as he slid a finger gently into her cunt, she gasped and pulled away.

"You can't – I haven't ever - "

God, she was a virgin. He thought he'd be one of her first, but he hadn't bargained for being the very first. The idea appealed to him, and his cock grew yet harder in his boxers. He picked her up and carried her over to his desk, enjoying how small she was and how powerful he was in comparison.

Before she realised what he was doing, he'd bent her over the desk, and had fastened her wrists to the edges. She couldn't work out whether she was enjoying it. He bent down and did the same to her legs, leaving her spread helpless across his desk, at his mercy.

She started to shake, scared again. He didn't want to scare her too much, so he pushed her skirt up around her waist, and slid a hand up her thigh again, gently this time, his touch soothing her. He could feel her getting wetter under him, and whilst one hand busily stroked her slit, the thumb occasionally brushing over her clit and making her gasp even more, his other hand quickly unzipped his flies.

He had to have her now. She couldn't stop him even if she'd wanted to; but she wanted it as much as him, and he knew it. He moved his dick towards her pussy, just letting the head slide against her slit, the whole way from her ass to her clit, thrusting against her but not sliding inside her. She was so wet now that her juices were lubing up his cock, and he knew it was time to fuck her, to fuck this little girl until he felt her coming, tightening around him, and only then would he come inside her.

He positioned the head of his cock at the entrance to her pussy, gently sliding the head inside her, feeling her clenching around him. He'd never felt anything so tight, and he'd never felt himself so hard. She moaned as he pushed slightly further in, feeling him stretching her more than she was used to. His hand slipped down to her clit, gently rubbing, and he could feel her instantly getting wet again. When she had accustomed herself to his dickhead inside her, and was enjoying the feel of his finger on her clit, he pushed firmly and quickly against her, burying himself in her young, tight, cunt.

She let out a long, slow, moan, feeling him stretching her unbearably. He stayed like that, buried balls-deep in her cunt, until he felt the muscles relaxing around his cock. Then he started to fuck her, to fuck her properly, pulling out until only the tip of his cock was inside her, then plunging all the way back in again, his finger circling her clit constantly. She was moaning again now, but not from pain, from pleasure.

She couldn't believe how much she was enjoying herself: here she was, spread across her best friends' dad's desk, tied up and at his mercy, whilst he thrust his cock into her as hard as he could. His hands fingering her only added to the pleasure, and she started to meet his thrusts, pushing against him to try and push him deeper into her newly broken pussy. Suddenly, she started to come, gasping and moaning and choking his name, her cunt clenching around his cock. Finally she was sated, and lay limp across the desk, his cock still plunging into her.

"Mm.. keep fucking me, please" she whispered, hesitantly at first, unsure what to say. "I want you to come inside me.. to feel your hot, wet cum filling me up.."

He was so fucking lucky: not only was he fucking a beautiful, young, tight girl, but she was begging him to: begging him to come inside her. He groaned and felt the familiar rush of cum from his balls, intensified a million times from the usual reaction that he was used to. He pushed even deeper inside her, grabbing her waist, coming, filling her, just as she'd wanted, more than he thought possible, until finally he collapsed on top of her tiny frame over his desk.

They lay like that, his cock still inside her, until he decided to untie her. He knew he could have her whenever he liked now; and he had plenty of ideas for his new little play thing...



His Daughter's Friend Stays Over



This wasn't the first time Richard Wilson had stood outside his daughter's bedroom and listened to the giggles of his daughter Amanda and her lifelong friend Carla during one of their frequent sleepovers, and there had been nights when he stuck around after the giggling ended and the other much more interesting sounds bled out into the hallway as well.

On this night however Richard Wilson was about to do something he had never done before when his daughter had company. He was about to turn the knob and enter the room, and while his daughter Amanda was aware of his coming and was the one that had suggested it, the middle aged banker was unsure exactly how much his daughter's cherubic friend knew about what was going to happen.

You see even though Carla Mazzone was almost 19, about six months older than her best friend Amanda Wilson, in many ways she seemed younger. More immature and certainly not as experienced in the world as Richard's daughter, that much was certain. That was one of the reasons that Richard's daughter had suggested he visit her room that night, to "educate" her friend, although Richard sensed that it was also a way to show him off as well as flaunting their unusual relationship.

This wouldn't be the first nocturnal visit 53 year old Richard Wilson had made to his daughter's bedroom after his wife of 27 years had fallen asleep, deep in the cloud of medication that made her oblivious to everything that was going on in the house, and if Richard had his way it wouldn't be the last. That would be up to his daughter, because he wasn't the initiator in this relationship any longer. It was Amanda's choice, and when she wanted it to end it would, but Richard saw no end in sight.

Now he was about to sample another luscious piece of young womanhood, and while Carla Mazzone wasn't the petite pixie Amanda was, the fact that the brunette was packing a few extra pounds on her didn't faze Richard in the least. This would be a livelong fantasy come true for him, sharing a bed with two horny teenage girls, and the fact that one of them was his daughter not only didn't hurt, in a twisted way it helped make it better.

So Richard tapped gently on the wood and then opened the door slowly, smiling at the two young ladies kneeling on the bed before closing the door behind himself. Richard turned the lock as well, just in case for some reason the Ambien didn't take, although it always had up to then.

"Good evening ladies," Richard said with a smile as he observed the two very different reactions of his daughter and her friend.

"Hi Daddy," chirped his always bubbly daughter, who was clad in only a skimpy bra that pushed up her little treasures in their A cups.

Amanda wasn't wearing anything besides the bra, choosing to leave her pussy exposed, the faint wisp of golden down that graced her mound shimmering in the faint light from the lamp at her bedside.

"Hi Kitten. You look yummy tonight," Richard noted while enjoying the giggle his comments elicited, and then turning to her petrified friend he said, "Hi Carla. You okay?"

"She thought I was lying," Amanda announced, and although Carla mumbled a denial it was barely audible. "She didn't think you were really going to come - just like she doesn't believe me when I tell her about you and me."

"I don't know exactly what Amanda told you, but I suspect that it was the truth," Richard said, enjoying the shocked look on Carla's face as she looked up and down his rather unspectacular body clad only in baggy boxer shorts. "Amanda's my special woman. Right honey?"

"Sure am Daddy," Amanda said as her father went over to the bed and kissed her father, and out of the corner of his eye Richard saw the open-mouthed shock of Carla as they kissed unlike most fathers and daughters did.

"Can I kiss you too Carla?" Richard asked softly as he turned his attention to his daughter's friend who was still in shock, clad in an over-sized t-shirt that went down to her knees on the bedding. "I've always wanted to kiss you - really kiss you - and sample those luscious full lips of yours."

Realizing he wasn't going to get an answer, Richard kept smiling and brushed some of her bowl haircut from near her chubby cheek while leaning over and kissing her much like he had his daughter. Merely just letting her friend's father kiss her without responding at first, after a few seconds he felt the teen begin to share the affection, and by the time his tongue slipped into her mouth Carla was getting a little more comfortable.

"You kiss nicely Carla," Richard said to the still nervous brunette. "Better now? You do want me to be here don't you?"

"She does Daddy," Amanda answered for her friend, giving her a little slug along with a glare. "She's just a chicken."

"Am not," Carla contended.

"You are too. You wouldn't even go on the Screaming Demon at Great Escape and that's a ride for pussies," Amanda mocked.

"Whatever," Carla said as she looked out of the corner of her eye at Mr. Wilson in his boxer shorts and socks.

Richard was aware of her staring and he suspected that his daughter had not only briefed her on their relationship, but had also told Carla of something else judging by the way she kept staring at his very modest boxers. 

Perhaps "told her" wasn't the right phrase. Maybe Amanda had "cautioned" her friend about what made a thoroughly unremarkable middle-aged man with a body resembling the "before" in a Charles Atlas muscle building advertisement, a much more interesting man to girls who otherwise would never have given him a second thought.

This both amused and excited the banker, which was a stark contrast to the shame he had felt in his youth when he cringed at the teasing and laughter from the guys in the locker room. Now he reveled in the looks and the attention he got, and he suspected that shortly his daughter's friend would be even more nervous than she already was.

"Are you a virgin Carla? There's no shame in that you know," Richard told her, and although the girl answered no in a tone that suggested the idea was absurd he wasn't sure. He didn't know and cared even less, and in fact the idea of taking a virgin was exciting to him.

"So what's next?" Richard asked. "Or first I should say."

"Take my Dad's dick out!" Amanda yipped a bit too loudly, drawing a look from her father.

"Your mother is asleep, not dead," he reminded Amanda who apologized meekly.

"What if Mrs. Wilson wakes up?" Carla asked.

"Never has and the door is locked but if she did I'll go out the window - open or not," Richard explained with a laugh.

"Come on Carla - you pussy," Amanda taunted. "You said you would."

"You do it. He's your Daddy."

"We'll do it this way then," Amanda said and with that she grabbed the fabric of the boxers up near the top and slowly pulled the boxer's leg upwards like she was unveiling a painting, and it wasn't long before Carla's eyes bugged out and her jaw dropped as the tip of Mr. Wilson's penis came into view down on the inside of his scrawny thigh.

"Holy shit," Carla squeaked as Amanda cackled.

"Told you!" Amanda said in her know-it-all voice before looking up at her Dad and explaining, "I told her how big your cock is and she didn't believe me. See? Peekaboo!"

Amanda lifted the boxers leg a little more to expose the outline of the bulbous glans encased by the long beige foreskin and giggled more while her friend recoiled slightly at the sight of the organ which even its owner would admit to being as unattractive as it was intimidating.

"Oh man," Carla mumbled as she held the hem of her t-shirt down against her plump knees.

"And you thought Jeff Weston was big," Amanda reminded her friend while reaching back and unhooking her own bra, exposing her gravity defying sprouts which made up for in perkiness what they lacked in size.

"Look Carla, if you'd rather not..." Richard offered, although leaving the room was most definitely not on his agenda and seeing the shaken teen quivering like that made her look hotter still.

"No Mr. Wilson. I want to."

"Then let's let my Daddy get a look at you," Amanda declared as she knee-walked over behind her friend and grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt while saying, "Upsie-daisy."

Carla dutifully lifted her arms and let her friend pulled the t-shirt over her head. Richard noticed that the large hollows of Carla's underarms were smooth and glistening with perspiration. That was a change since Richard had noted previously that the girl's armpits were almost always coated with a dense five o'clock shadow that he thought reflected her Italian heritage as well as how fast the hair grew.

Amanda then unhooked Carla's bra, exposing her round grapefruit-sized breasts that were a bit smaller than Richard had imagined, and while her thick frame probably made them look smaller than they actually were, they were nicely shaped and had cute crimson nipples that looked quite enticing.

"Nice," Richard remarked as Carla bit her lower lip and blushed, and she seemed reluctant to let Amanda help her get her panties off, which annoyed his daughter.

"Off with these Granny panties girlfriend," Amanda kidded. "Don't fight me Carla. Dad's gonna see your pussy soon enough anyway. I offered to shave it or trim it for you."

"Carla's ashamed of how hairy her pussy is," Amanda explained to her Dad. "I told her that you would like it because Mom has a big bush too - and you married her."

"That's right Carla," Richard chimed in as he watched his daughter grab the waistband of the very modest panties that were up around her fleshy belly, and he took a deep breath as the teen's wide and dense untamed triangle of dark brown curls came into view. "You're really hot honey."

Richard was only slightly exaggerating since he was old school about pubic hair and preferred at nice furry delta to his daughter's sparsely thatched mound. which he had gotten to enjoy after his initial trepidation. As for the rest of Carla, there was no denying she was a little plump but if she shed those extra 25 pounds or so and lost that bowl haircut which made her look even heavier, she would have guys lined up for her. As for Richard Wilson, for now that line started with him.

"Let's unwrap my Dad now," Amanda suggested. "You grab that side of his underwear and I'll grab this side, and we can pull them down really slow."

"This seems like a game show," Richard suggested, which got a nervous giggle from Carla, whose hand that held the elastic waistband of his briefs was visibly shaking.

"Okay slowly - slowly," Amanda said as she did play-by play of taking her father's underwear down. "We have hair - a lot of hair. More hair - oh wait Carla. Got a grey one there daddy."

"Pluck it out," Richard told her, and after his daughter yanked it out along with a couple of innocent black ones, his shorts continued to get eased down with a slowness that was agonizing.

"Wow," Carla said when they reached the base of Mr. Wilson's manhood.

"That was my idea to shave him around down there to make him look even bigger - not that you need it Dad!" Amanda declared. "Can you believe how thick it is?"

"No," Carla croaked.

"Slower - look at the veins Carla. That big one down the center and then there's all those other veins running up and down. Remember when at school they took us to the museum and they had those maps there?"

"The raised relief maps?" Carla asked.

"I guess. That's what it looks like to me," Amanda replied. Lower - lower - see? That's where the ridge" of the head is. See it under the foreskin? Jeff Weston is cut, I know that. Ever see an uncut cock before?"

"Anatomy book at school," Carla mumbled as the briefs finally got down to the end of her best friend's father's member, and after the slightly ragged edge of the foreskin came clear Amanda yanked the briefs down to her Dad's ankles so he could step out of them.

"Told you!" Amanda said as she brought her skinny arm up alongside the flaccid hose and made a fist to compare it. "It is as big as my arm up to the elbow. Almost as thick too."

"You're a skinny thing though Amanda," her father reminded her, and while he loved the adoration and praise he added, "You're making me feel like a bit of a freak."

"You don't think my Dad's a freak do you Carla?" Amanda asked, and as Carla shook her head no while in a trance the blonde grabbed her father's cock by the root and lifted it towards her friend's face. "You want to suck it first - hey - we could do it together!"

"Great idea," Richard Wilson agreed as first his daughter and then Carla began to lick the sides of the rubbery hose, and when their tongues met at the tip the middle-aged man's breathing got heavier. "Skin it back."

His foreskin was retracted and then the two teen took turns sucking on the fat plum, and while Carla had been shy and reticent once she began sucking a lot of the nervousness disappeared. Soon, the plump brunette was taking over.

"Holy shit! You go girl," Amanda chirped in amazement as Carla became wild-eyed, her mouth sliding down the suddenly stiffening shaft as she eased her friend out of the way. "Wow Daddy. Carla gives head as good as me!"

"Why don't you go get Carla wet for me honey?" Richard suggested, not wanting to say that the way his daughter's friend was devouring his cock with considerable skill, it was clear the cherubic chick had done this before.

"She's already wet," Amanda announced as she lowered her face into Carla furry grotto, and as his daughter lapped away noisily with only her blonde locks visible from where he stood, Richard savored his fantasy coming true.

"That's it baby," he whispered to Carla, running his hand through her hair as her full lips slid down about half the length of his manhood which was now fully engorged. "Damn you're good."

Carla looked up to him, pleased at the compliment, and as her cheeks reddened and her fist spun on the base of the shaft, Richard wondered what the boys at the golf course would think of this scene he was in, especially the father of the girl who was sucking his cock like it hadn't been sucked before.

"I want to taste that pussy of yours too," Richard declared as he pulled his cock out of Carla's mouth with great reluctance, his glistening spear now primed and ready, because another minute of that oral ecstasy would have had him coating the kid's throat with his sap. 

"Let Daddy take over," Richard directed as he knelt on the carpet and put Carla's plump legs over his shoulder. "Let Carla eat you out."

As Amanda climbed onto the bed and eased down so she could straddle her friend's face, Richard looked at the bushy pussy before him, the hair so thick that the teen's juicy labia were barely visible. He lifted her buttocks slightly to enjoy the way the hair grew way down between Carla's legs before burying his face in the delta which was already wet with saliva and pussy juices.

Richard tongued the musky sex while looking up through the curls at the sweet sight of her daughter lowering her downy pussy onto Carla's face, her legs spread so wide he could see the pink balloon knot between her pert buttocks.

It was a symphony of muffled sounds in the tiny room, with the dual slurping sounds of Richard and Carla's tongues and Amanda's whimpering as she rocked her crotch into her friend's face while the bed squeaked in rhythm. Carla was squirming so much that Richard was almost holding the girl down with his face.

"It's time," Richard declared as he rose to his feet, and as he looked in the mirror of his daughter's dresser at his image; a balding middle-aged man with the hint of a belly beginning to form over an absurdly long cock, he smiled at his good fortune.

"Fuck her good Daddy," Amanda told him as she climbed off of her friend's face and moved off of the bed, positioning herself up by Carla's head and putting her left foot up on the bed, her hand between her legs and playing with herself as she watched her father move up between Carla's plump thighs. "Stick your dick deep in her cunt."

Richard eased up next to Carla, spreading her legs wide and rubbing the tip of his cock up and down the dripping opening while Carla's eyes were that of a deer in the headlights.

"I'm scared Amanda," Carla almost sobbed as she looked down at what was about to impale her, looking like she wanted to run, but it was too late.

"Damn!" Richard hissed as his cock tried to push into what felt like a keyhole, and luckily his daughter dove down and covered Carla's lips with her own when she started to scream, finally stuffing some bedding in her mouth to silence her somewhat. 

Richard was used to pussies feeling tight given his massive endowment but this was way beyond tight, and when he finally managed to get about half of his cock into the vice-like pussy he glanced down and saw the reason why.

"That's it Daddy. Fuck her good," Amanda chirped from bedside, her fingers frigging herself and blissfully unaware that unlike what Carla had maintained to her, this was her friend's first time.

The sloppy sounds of his manhood moving in and out of Carla's sex got louder as he probed faster and deeper, while Carla's red face slammed from side to side while her hands went from clutching sheets to grabbing her tits and mauling them.

"Yeah - that's it honey," Richard implored as he mounted her fully, now thrusting like a jackhammer as their sweaty bodies collided. "Cum for me. Cum hard."

The pain that came from his daughter's friend's teeth digging into his collarbone was eased by the thought that a scream would have been worse, and after she came with her legs kicking in the air Richard really went to work.

Leaning back onto his knees he grabbed Carla's calves and put them on his shoulders while in probed deep into the slightly more yielding pussy. Amanda, apparently having cum herself, was now aware of her friend's condition and started to say something but Richard shook his head no so she came around to his side so he could watch her friend writhing on the bed, practically speaking in tongues.

"Love you daddy," Amanda said as she leaned over and kissed him while sliding her hand down her father's wet back and between his buttocks, pushing her finger into his anus and enjoying his groan of pleasure.

"That's it, work my nuts," Richard told his daughter after her hand went lower and grabbed his furry ball sac, and he barely missed a beat while Amanda squeezed his nuts and Carla neared another orgasm.

"C...c...cumming," Carla stammered as her orgasm roared through her body, and as her pussy clamped down around the enormous invader that was responsible, Richard came too.

"Aw!" Richard moaned as his cock erupted inside the teen, filling her womb with what felt like a ridiculous amount of his seed helped by his daughter's frantic milking of his scrotum.

While Richard's cock deflated and slithered out of Carla's savaged sex, he leaned down at the frazzled girl with the beet red face whose chest heaved, and as he kissed Carla he wiped a tear from the side of her face.

"You okay honey?" he asked the girl, and she nodded.

"Didn't mean to be a baby," she said softly.

"You weren't Carla. You're a wonderful woman. Was it good?" Richard asked and the girl nodded vigorously as a few more tears escaped her brimming eyes.

"Thank you Mr. Wilson," she answered with a brave smile, and in a soft voice that only he could hear before he climbed off she pulled him close and added, "I love you. Always have. I was saving myself for you."

"I'll leave you two alone," Richard said as he grabbed his boxers and retreated to the bathroom to clean up before he got too choked up, with his daughter at his heels.

"Daddy," Amanda whispered as he glanced at her father's very messy and dead cock. "I didn't know she was a virgin. I swear. She said she fucked Jeff Weston."




His Daughter's Friend Stays Over



"It's alright honey," Richard assured his daughter, amused that she thought it was a bad thing. "Don't tease her about it or anything."

"I won't. Was it good?" Amanda asked. "Was she as good as me?"

"She was fine, but nobody is as good as my baby girl," Richard told his daughter, who beamed with pride. "I think she needs you now though. Maybe you could help her clean up?"

"Sure, and I'll take care of the sheets before Mom sees that mess," Amanda said and then rolled her eyes while injecting, "Even though I didn't get fucked."

"Thanks honey - oh - and one thing. Since Carla wasn't honest about being a virgin, I hope she was telling you the truth about being on the pill."

"No, she's on the pill," Amanda declared as she turned to go back to the bedroom, pausing briefly to add. "At least I think she is."

"Oh boy," Richard muttered to the mirror.

***

Epilogue...

"Take it easy on the credit card," Richard told his wife and daughter as they left for the mall early the next day, and while his back ached from the activities of the night before the coffee helped clear his head as he looked at the paper.

"Damn!" Richard said as the doorbell rang. "If that's the Jehovah's Witnesses..."

Prepared to ignore the doorbell if it was some peddler because fresh out of the shower all he had on was his bathrobe and slippers, he was shocked after peeking though the curtains that it was Carla.

"Hi Carla. You just missed Amanda. She went to the mall with her Mom," Richard informed the teen on the steps.

"I know. I came to talk to you," Carla announced.

"In that case, come on in," Richard said as he tempted aside, and as he ushered Carla into the kitchen he noticed that she was uncharacteristically bra-less, her fat nipples poking into the fabric of her blouse.

"Coffee - or juice?" Richard offered as they say at the kitchen table.

"Is that Amanda's?" Carla asked of the half glass of OJ on the other side of the table, and after Richard nodded she reached over and took it, noting, "She never finishes stuff. Guess that's why she's so skinny and I'm so fat."

"You're a little chubby dear," Richard told her as Amanda's friend blushed. "You're a very attractive young lady, and since I've seen all of you I can state that as a fact."

"That was really good last night," Carla said as she sipped the juice. "I don't know if Amanda told you or not but I wasn't lying about being on the pill. I've taken it for a while on account of my periods are bad sometimes."

"Well that's a good thing," Richard sighed. "You know that place Amanda and her mother go to get their hair done?"

"Shear Expressions? That fancy place?"

"I guess. If you want to, go down and get your hair styled," Richard suggested. "You should wear it in a more flattering way."

"I know. Mom tells me this makes my face look even rounder - but we can't afford that place," Carla told him.

"My treat. Consider it an early birthday present," Richard declared, and Carla got up and gave him a kiss in thanks.

"How should I get it cut? How would you like it?"

"Anyway you want. Ask the stylist. They usually have ideas."

"Thank you."

"I have to ask you one thing though honey," Richard said. "Last night, while I know it was new to you, I couldn't help noticing... well, to be blunt, you're an incredible cocksucker."

"Really?" Carla giggled. 

"Absolutely. Don't tell Amanda, but you're way better than she is."

"Had a lot of practice," Carla admitted. "You see, when you're fat and ugly guys don't want to be seen with you but they will let you give them head if no one's around, so that's what I end up doing."

"First of all, lose that bit about being fat and ugly. You're cute and sexy. Second of all, these guys should be begging for your affection, not the other way around," Richard explained. "You're sexy as hell, and as for your oral skills..."

"Sucked a lot of dicks but never one as big as yours," Carla said as she looked in the direction of Richard's lap. "Not even close. Amanda said you were gigantic but I thought she was kidding because you look like a normal guy."

"Normal guy?" Richard chuckled with a raised eyebrow. 

"You know what I mean. You look like - I dunno - anyway, I wasn't sure I could do it to a man that large but I did. I really wanted to deep throat you, but no way."

"You came closer than anybody else," Richard said.

"Maybe if I practiced more on you," Carla said suggestively. "Maybe some time..."

"No time like the present," Richard sighed as he rose to his feet and stood in front of his daughter's friend while letting his robe fall off his shoulders.

"Looks even bigger in the daylight," Carla observed as she reached up and collared the rubbery tube with both hands, stretching the elastic-like cock outward before lifting it upwards to lick Mr. Wilson's balls.

"You can handle it honey - you're more than woman enough," Richard declared as he watched Carla's mouth open, and as the end of his manhood disappeared he cradled the girl's head in his hands.

"That's it honey - suck that big dick," Richard groaned as Carla's lush lips slid further down his stiffening member, and after he was fully engorged he laughed as the girl struggled to get her mouth all the way down. "Damn!"

"Not even close," Carla observed after briefly taking the stiff monolith out of her mouth and noting that her saliva had only coated about 2/3 of the ten inches. "More practice."

Carla's head moved like a machine as her face thrust head and fast, her left hand spinning on the base of the shaft while her right hand did everything but tie his balls in a knot as she frantically milked the orbs.

"Cumming baby," Richard warned Carla, but her only response was to move her mouth up and down more rapidly, not even blinking when she felt his cum spray the back of her throat, and she kept sucking hard and fast as she drained the monster and only stopping when he went limp.

"Amazing," Richard said after helping the teen to her feet, and as she used her tongue to capture a trickle of semen trying to run out of the corner of her mouth he added. "So incredibly good."

"I was going to stop before you came but I got carried away," Carla informed him. "I was hoping you would want to do me again. I won't cry next time - if there is a next time."

"If I have any say in it there will be," Richard assured her, and as he looked up at the kitchen clock he mused. "As a matter-of-fact, they'll be gone for at least 3 hours."

"Really? I can get you up fast too," Carla promised. 

"I bet you can, and while you try there's something warm and furry I want to taste again," Richard said as he ushered Carla down the hall.

"Am I too hairy down there?" Carla asked. "I can trim it or even shave it. Amanda always tells me she would do it for me."

"No honey, you're fine the way you are," he told her, herding her past his daughter's bedroom and into his own, and after Carla skipped past him while shedding her clothes and gleefully jumping on the waterbed. "Glad Amanda's Mom didn't bother making the bed."

"More practice!" Carla declared as Richard joined the girl on the more spacious bed and buried his face between her pudgy thighs while rotating himself so she could reach his swaying manhood. "Drop it down my throat Mr. Wilson." 

"Richard," he corrected as he lowered his dangling flesh and blood version of the Sword of Damocles into the cherubic lady's open mouth, because when a girl is trying to deep throat you she should be on a first name basis. "Or Dick."

***

Thank you for reading.



His Daughter's Friend



Bill pushed forward and the heat of Alice’s pussy enveloped his cock. She was hot, wet and tight. He pushed gently further until he felt her maidenhead waiting to be broken. Once again he looked into Alice’s eyes and saw nothing to stop him. He pushed forward again and Alice winced as she lost her virginity. Her nails clawed at his back and her legs squeezed Bill’s hips. A soft cry came from her lips which Bill covered with his own lips.

Bill was all the way in Alice and was waiting for a sign that she was OK. The sign came when Alice returned Bill’s kiss passionately. With that Bill started sliding his thick cock in and out of Alice’s pussy. He continued kissing her neck and ears while his hands groped her breasts. Every once and a while, Bill would pinch or tweak Alice’s nipples which were hard as pebbles.

Alice had wrapped her legs around Bill’s hips and was pulling him in with every thrust he made. She positioned her hips so they were slightly elevated and Bill’s cock slid up against her clit. She gripped him tightly as Bill brought her to a second orgasm. Her body shook as it took her and her pussy, virginal an hour ago, was sore.

“No more, Mr. Walters, please,” Alice whispered in his ear.

Bill didn’t want to hurt Alice, but he had a raging hard on and needed relief. “Turn over,” he said as he pulled his cock out of her.

Alice turned over and lay on her stomach and Bill got behind her.

“Get up on your hands and knees” he said to her.

Alice pulled herself up and Bill positioned himself between her legs, spreading them wide. He liked what he saw. Alice’s ass, although not fat, was wide and round and he liked running his hands over her smooth skin. His hands slid up to her back and sides where small love handles waited for him. With one hand he positioned his cock at her pussy and let the cockhead gently slide in. There was no protest from Alice so he continued and pushed until his pubic hair was up against her butt cheeks.

Bill started to take Alice from behind slowly building up a rhythm sliding his cock in and out of her pussy. He grabbed her hips and was pulling her back as he thrust hard into her. The force of his thrusts kept pushing Alice forward and away from him and he was not penetrating her as much as he wanted so he reached down, grabbed her hair and used it to pull her back against him.

Alice was making soft moaning and grunting noises as Bill took her, and her large round breasts swung loosely below her body. Bill loved taking fucking women this way. He loved the feel of his cock buried deep in them and seeing their body in front of him. It wasn’t long before he felt his balls tighten and his cock exploded inside Alice. Pulse after pulse sent hot cum into her as Bill pushed hard against her as if he were trying to skewer her with his cock. When he was done, he collapsed on Alice and they both sank into the bed.

They had lay in bed not moving or speaking for a while. Candles flickered around the room making shadows dance on the walls. Bills cock, once hard and deep in Alice, had slipped out and a pink fluid, a mixture of Bill’s sperm and her broken virginity, dripped from her vagina. 

Bill felt guilty. He had taken advantage of this 18-year old girl. She was depressed, alone, drunk and stoned and probably needed a friend more than a sex partner. Bill was sorry he couldn’t control himself, but he had not had sex in quite some time. Since his divorce, he had a couple of girlfriends but nothing steady and certainly no steady sexual release. Had he not been drinking, his thinking might have been clearer and he wouldn’t be lying next to this girl in her bed. 

“Are you OK,” he whispered to her, not sure if she was asleep. Alice nodded her head without saying a word. He leaned toward her again.

“Any pain?” She shook her head again answering without speaking.

Bill assumed that Alice was regretting her actions. She probably felt that she had led her friend’s father into having sex with her and was now sorry about it.

“Maybe I should go now,” he said to Alice and he started to move away from her.

“No, please don’t Mr. Walters,” Alice replied grabbing Bill’s arm.

Bill lay back down on the bed behind Alice and wrapped his arm around her. It felt good to hold Alice. There was always something to be said for the “perfect” girl with a thin waist, tight ass and big tits. But there was a certain something about Alice. When you held her, you felt like you were holding on to something other than a bag of bones. Bill liked that.

“I didn’t hurt you when I pulled your hair, did I?” Bill asked.

“Not really. Well, a little maybe,” Alice said quietly. “Actually, I thought it was kind of kinky when you did that.”

“Kinky? Why?”

“I don’t know,” Alice replied. “I started tingling when you did it, even though it hurt a little. And when you first pushed your cock into me, even that pain excited me.”

Bill thought for a minute. Alice was not experienced in sex, but she seemed to be stimulated in strange ways.

“Tell me about the porn movies that you watched with your friends.” 

Alice thought about the movies she had seen. They were the typical porn movies where a couple of guys use a woman, she explained to Bill, sometimes using them roughly including severe oral and anal sex. She recalled movies where the woman may have been spanked or whipped and where it was portrayed to be non-consensual sex. Alice didn’t know why, but these types of movies turned her on.

“My boyfriend, well, ex-boyfriend, would never have gone that far with me,” she explained. “He wouldn’t even go down on me. But when you were inside me and pulled my hair I liked it.”

Bill’s cock was starting to stretch and was sliding between Alice’s thighs. He could feel Alice’s wetness indicating that the discussion was having an affect on her.

“So you think you would enjoy a rougher kind of sex?” Bill asked her.

“Yeah, maybe,” Alice replied. Bill grabbed Alice’s hair and yanked her head back.

“I asked you if you would enjoy rougher sex.”

Alice didn’t answer verbally, but her body answered for her. She squeezed her thighs together, grabbed Bill’s cock and started rubbing her pussy with it. Bill pulled harder and Alice groaned with pleasure. He moved his other hand to Alice’s breast, felt for her nipple and pinched and twisted it. Alice groaned again and dropped her hand to her pussy and started rubbing herself gently. 

“Does that feel good?” Bill asked. Alice tried to nod her head but Bill was still pulling it back.

“Yes,” she gasped.

“Good,” Bill replied and he slid his hand down to hers and pushed it hard into her pussy. “Rub harder,” he told her.

Alice started massaging her pussy hard, letting her middle finger slide up and down her slit and on her clit. She would suck in her breath between her teeth each time she made contact with the sensitive nub.

Bill brought his hand up to her mouth and let her suck on his fingers until they were soaked with saliva. He then brought then back down and around to her ass. Fumbling between her ass cheeks. Bill found her hole and slipped a finger in causing her to gasp and stop masturbating herself. Bill pulled at her hair again.

“Why are you stopping?” he asked. She immediately started stroking herself again.

Bill inserted a second finger into Alice’s ass and her hand movement sped up telling him that she was enjoying this type of foreplay. His cock was hard and oozing pre-cum so he took his fingers out of Alice and positioned his cock up against her asshole and started to push.

“No, don’t…” Alice groaned, but her body betrayed her. She was rubbing herself furiously and pushing her butt back against Bill’s cockhead which slipped into her ass. He pushed further and buried the entire cock inside Alice, who gave up her second virginity that evening.

Alice was caught up in the whirlwind sexual feelings that she was experiencing. Her head was still pulled back harshly by the hair and Bill was pumping in and out of her ass and she was rubbing directly on her clit. She had never experienced these feelings before and she was enjoying the passion with abandonment.

Bill was also enjoying himself and was close to cumming. He could feel Alice tighten her muscles indicating that she was about to have an orgasm and he started slamming harder into her ass. Alice started with a soft cry followed by a long moan and jolted as she reached the peak of her orgasm and Bill exploded into her pussy. He could feel her muscles contracting and massaging his cock, and she could feel him pulsing and shooting his load into her ass. Their mutual explosions continued until there was nothing but silence between them.

They had both found something that satisfied them.