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Friends of My Daughter

By: CaseyEdwards



This is a story that I submitted years ago to another site. It has been edited slightly since then, only to correct some grammar.

There are currently three parts to this story. At the time that I wrote it I intended to continue it, but many things came up in my life and I never got the chance.

Part 1 

The sight of Aimie was unbelievable. Her mother was Japanese, her father was Caucasian. It was a great combination. She had the straight black hair of an oriental, but the face was a sweet mix of the two. I don't know where the body came from, I was just glad that it was here, now. 

Aimie was also only eighteen, and one of my daughter's best friends. She was also asking me out on a date. My God, how did I get out of this? Or did I want to? I knew the risks, but couldn't help myself. 

I was at my daughter's apartment, where she was living with her boyfriend while attending college. Aimie was attending another school not far away, and the two girls and their other friends were constantly getting together to talk and laugh, just as they had been doing since they started hanging out in junior high. I knew all the girls, of course, but had always had a feeling that Aimie was just a bit different than the other girls from the start. It would appear I was right. 

I had just agreed to help Aimie find a car this Saturday; she needed a new car and had hoped that her father could come and help her find one. She didn't have a lot of money to spend. However, he had to work and she wanted a man to go along and make sure that she didn't get screwed by some used car salesman. I couldn't blame one if he tried. All of the girls were attractive, especially because of their smooth young skin and tight little bodies, but Aimie was the only one who was out and out SEXY. She didn't even appear to try, but it was there. Nice round pointy tits, flat waist, flaring hips, sweet tight little ass and long legs. All of that and very pretty besides. I was lost. I was already thinking that at least I could ogle her all day while we were looking for her a different car. 

"You know, the least I could do is buy you dinner since you're going to waste all day with me. That sound good to you?" My daughter was in the kitchen, getting some cold drinks and ice, and was unable to hear our conversation. 

"Uhh, OK. I don't think it'll be a waste, Aimie, if we can find you something to drive." God, I even sounded like a father. Only the fact that she was sitting across from me in her tight shorts with her legs sticking out so invitingly, with a small smile on her face saying that she knew what I was thinking kept me from feeling like a fool. I was in pretty good shape for a forty-year-old, but I was FORTY. What was I thinking? More importantly, what was she thinking? Did she think she had to flirt with me to get me to help her out? What the Hell was going on here? 

I drove down to the university and picked her up that Saturday. I was dressed casually in jeans and a golf shirt. I had called her when I was a few miles away to make sure she was ready, and she sounded eager, almost excited. It was almost as if she saw it as a date. She was also wearing pants this time, but they were some kind of slacks that hugged her hips and ass, showing off her unbelievable young body. The shirt wasn't as tight as it could have been, but was tight enough to show off her lovely hard tits and was also open enough to show more than a little cleavage. She saw me looking, and giggled. "You never know, it might get me just a little better deal. A girls got to use what she's got, right?" 

"I guess so. You look good enough to get a deal on whatever the guys got." Damn, I sounded like a fool, but she just looked at me and giggled again. 

"Thanks, Ed, I never thought you noticed." 

"I've noticed" was about all I could manage. I was already getting hard. 

We spent the day looking at cars. She had been driving a Toyota, and was mainly interested in a small Japanese car. I teased her about that, and she took it well. She even had a come back, saying she was more of a Japanese girl than most people thought. This got us into a conversation about what that meant, and she went into detail about how pleasing a man was very important. My dick started to get hard again, probably for the twentieth time that day. 

Watching Aimie bend over and look into car windows was particularly hard on me, or should I say got me particularly hard. Her shirt would hang open slightly, letting me be sure that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. Her young tits were perfectly formed, and just slightly bouncy. If I was behind her, I could tell that she had on very small panties, and my mind would wander as I imagined what color they were, or how sheer they were. Knowing Aimie, they would be very pretty, even if she didn't have them on. 

We weren't able to find anything that she wanted for the price she could afford. "Maybe I'll have to find someone who can help me out. Dad says he can't afford to help out any more; he's already paying a lot of my school costs. I'm going to have to find someone willing to give me a hand." I was now beginning to feel like I knew what she was doing, but you know, I could afford to help out one of my daughter's friends. I was doing very well, and had more money than I could spend right now. Maybe we could come to some kind of arrangement. 

"Why don't we find somewhere to eat. We really should have worn something else today, I kind of wanted to go to a nice place." 

"Well, if you want, I can take you back to your apartment." 

"Nah, my roommates are there. Besides, it's too far to drive. I did want to eat somewhere nice, but that's OK." 

Well, I ended up taking her to an upscale mall and buying her something to wear. I felt like a cliché, walking into an expensive woman's clothing store with a teen-age girl. The young female sales people gave me looks that told me they knew what was going on and couldn't care less, but the looks I got from women outside the stores were really nasty. You could tell they wanted to walk over and hit me, but knew they couldn't away with it. The men were another story; they hardly noticed I was there. Aimie was now holding on to my arm as we walked through the mall; it hadn't taken much effort on my part to talk her into accepting some expensive clothes from me. 

She picked out a nice black dress, low cut to show of her lovely shoulders and cleavage. It was also short enough to show those long legs (I thought oriental women were supposed to be short?) and tight enough to display her nice waist and ass. Even so, it wasn't blatant about it. It's amazing how well women's designers are able to do that, but I guess for enough money. They've had plenty of practice. 

I went down the mall to a men's store and bought myself a nice suit. I needed to get one anyway, and Aimie was quick to tell me what she expected. Hell, she always seemed to have good taste in clothes, so I followed her suggestions. By the time I got back to the store where she was, she had the dress on and a small package besides. I didn't ask, but the amount I paid for was higher than I remembered the dress being. I looked at the package she was carrying, but she just gave me a soft smile and told me how nice I looked in my new suit. 

Dinner was as interesting as you would expect. It was now obvious what Aimie was hoping to do, and I suggested a really nice restaurant. She agreed, but still insisted that she buy me dinner for helping her out. I knew what the dinner was going to cost, and tried to get her to let me buy, but she wanted to buy so that I would be in her debt, I guess. It was very nice, and once again the women glared and the men didn't even know that I was there. She sat beside me, rather than across from me, which made it that much more intimate. I would occasionally feel her leg brush mine, and she was in no hurry to remove it. Before long, she just left her leg touching mine. I could feel the heat. Hell, I was hot myself. Her sexy body in that dress that was designed to show it off, her naturally bright and charming personality, and the attention of an intelligent young woman would have been enough to make any man hot. 

By the time we got into my car, she naturally just sort of slid across the seat to sit next to me. Her head ended up on my shoulder by the time I was a block away from the restaurant, and I didn't even ask her before heading to my house. Her hand was on my leg, but didn't go much beyond just sitting there, burning a hole in it. 

I live in a very nice house, just outside of town in the woods. It sits on a hill, overlooking a small valley. It's not huge, but it is very nice. I hadn't realized that Aimie had never been there, but I had bought it not long ago after my ex and I divorced a few months ago. I had not had a woman there since I bought it. I am a fairly attractive guy, but had not been in a hurry to get attached to another woman. 

"Wow, Anne said you had a nice place, but this is even better than I thought. How beautiful it is!" as we walked onto the back deck and stood looking at the trees and saw a deer bound away into the woods. I could tell that this was all starting to get to her; the expensive dinner (even if she had paid for it, I had offered), the fifteen mile drive to my house with her head on my shoulder, the expensive dress that she knew showed her off to perfection and the obviously expensive house and location. 

People say that money isn't sexy; it's not, but what it can buy sure is. I knew that she was there only because of my money, but it didn't make the situation any less inviting. I had been hustled by women twice her age with less than half her appeal. I was going to enjoy fucking her, taking what I wanted and what she wanted to give. I would help her out, of course. But I would have helped her buy a car without her sleeping with me. If this was the way she wanted to do it, thinking that she was manipulating me, fine. I had no problem with that. We would both get what we wanted. 

While we were driving to my house, we had talked about many things. I knew from talking with my daughter that Aimie was used to older men being very attracted to her, to the point that the other girls would laugh and tell stories about it. When she had worked at a bank before starting school, the men would line up at her window instead of going to one that had no line. During the drive, she had told me several stories of this type, and I wondered if she was just trying to make sure I knew it was OK that I was interested. I was, to the point of hardly being able to drive. Her legs had been folded up, and although the dress didn't ride up too far, she made an adorable figure. My conscious had almost convinced me to take her to her apartment and write her a check, but a stiff dick is a "hard" taskmaster. Besides, I was hoping that she was going to enjoy this as much as I was. 

As we leaned on the railing, shoulder to shoulder, looking out at the valley, I turned my head towards her. She had her head turned also, looking at me, so it was natural that I leaned over slightly and kissed her. She moaned softly when I licked her teeth before pushing my tongue into her small mouth. This went on for a minute, then I pulled away. 

"Aimie, are you sure you want to do this?" She didn't even bother to answer, but reached over with her left hand and pulled my face to hers. I guess she was. 

We went into through the glass door into the living room, which had glass walls on the side facing the valley. We made it over to the couch before I had my arms around her. I tasted her mouth as I held her, then let my hands slide down her back to squeeze that wonderful tight ass. She moaned again, and pulled her hips even closer. I lifted the back of the dress, and felt the warmth of her cheeks and squeezed and played with them. My God, teenage girls have the most wonderful bodies! We older men should be ashamed, but how can you possibly resist them! 

Her lips were now butter soft, between the heat she was feeling and the constant sucking of each others lips we were doing. Her breathing was very ragged, (as was mine!), and her hips were rotating in small circular movements. I could feel the movements with my hands as well as my cock, which was being pressed by her firm stomach as she moved. Mmmm, heaven! 

Aimie looked so good in the dress she was wearing, I almost hated to get her out of it. But as I ran my lips down her neck and left small kisses across those glorious smooth shoulders, she surprised me. "Where's your bathroom?" I showed her, and she took the small package she had brought with her and smiled as she went into the room. It had broken the spell slightly, and I sat down on the couch and continued to look outside as I waited. 

"Do you want a drink or anything? I don't know what girls your age drink, but...", I asked. 

"Do you have any vodka and cranberry juice?" 

"Sure, good choice." I went behind the small maple bar, and got the cranberry juice out of the refrigerator and the Priviet off the shelf. I fixed her a drink, then poured myself a Chivas with one ice cube. I swirled the glasses as I went back to the couch. I had set them down on the table before I noticed her standing by the stairs watching me. 

She had changed into some black, sheer wispy something, which was so thin that it was see through. Her long black hair was flowing over her shoulders, and her small nipples were standing out at attention. They weren't really large, about the size of a really large orange or a grapefruit, and the nipples were a beautiful pink and stood out over half an inch. The outfit covered her stomach, but didn't hide much of her. Aimie's stomach was tight which made the flare of her hips even more dramatic. She was young, but still had a woman's figure. 

The thin top ended, leaving a small expanse of that wonderful smooth skin before her small see-through black panties. They were just as thin as the top, showing her small black bush of cunt hair. They were a little loose, and had just small strings hanging onto her hips. There was a gap between her thighs, and I could imagine sliding my hand into that space. She had on short high heels, also black. It seemed to be the perfect "Fuck me, I'm a slut" outfit that almost every man loves. My cock, which had been hard before she left the room, once again sprang to attention. I don't know what that outfit had cost me, but it was worth every penny! 

"Say something, I feel a little silly standing here while you're still dressed", she said, in a young girls voice. I looked at her face, and realized that she was either nervous or scared. It must have taken a lot of nerve to come into a room with a sexy outfit on like that, even when she knew how sexy I thought she was. I know women older and more experienced than her who would have had a real problem doing that. 

"Aimie, you are without a doubt the loveliest thing I have ever seen. You are truly beautiful. Come here, please." She walked across the room, her face relaxing slightly. "Turn around let me look at you." Her face turned slightly redder, but she did stop and turn around, very gracefully I might add. I can't imagine doing so, if I was in her position, but then again I don't look a tenth as good as she does. Men's approval of their bodies makes attractive women even more confident. 

As she slowly turned, I admired her small tight ass that I had been squeezing only a few minutes ago. Damn, it looked as good as it had felt. Her shoulders and back were perfect, smooth and supple. She wasn't heavily tanned, but she was tanned enough that you could see the lines and small whiter areas where she wore her bikini. 

I walked over to her when she was facing me. Her head was down slightly, and she was blushing again. I took her chin in my hand and lifter her face to my kiss. Her lips were still soft, and I think that was the most erotic kiss I have ever had. An eighteen-year-old friend of my daughter was in my living room, dressed in see through nothings, in high heels, deep-throating my tongue in front of a glass wall of windows. And she looked absolutely stunning doing it. She started moaning again, and her breath was puffing erratically from her nose across my cheek as we kissed. 

"Hold me, please". I pulled her closer, crushing her to me as I kissed her cheek, neck and shoulder. My hands ran up and down her back, loving the feeling of the thin material against her smooth skin. As we continued to kiss, I would almost swear she was purring. 

"Aimie, I want you more than I have wanted anyone in my life. But you know you don't have to do this. I'll help you out with your car whether you go home now or not." She kissed me again. 

"There's nowhere else I'd rather be, as long as you want me here. I've wanted this for a long time. I can't get attracted to guys my age, they seem so immature." Well, compared to my bank account, they would, wouldn't they! But I didn't say that, and wondered if maybe there was more to the situation than I had thought. But with a beautiful young women who is willing to do what she must to get what she wants, and a man's dick and his pride, there wasn't a lot of room for thinking. 

I continued to kiss her as I ran my hands up and down her back. She had her arms around my neck, and was now pushing her tongue into my mouth. I ran my hands down her back and cupped her ass, pulling the cheeks apart and squeezing them. 

"You know, I feel like such a slut standing here wearing this outfit and letting you feel me up. Who would have guessed that it could feel so good? You should have seen the women in the store when I picked these out" she whispered in my ear. "Do you like it?" 

"Mmmmhhhhhmmm" I emphatically endorsed her choice, kissing her face and neck. She giggled again, but it turned into a moan as I leaned over and lightly licked her right nipple. "You look good enough to eat, and I think I will! Do you mind if I get a video camera out? I want to record this, I don't think I'll believe it later! " 

She giggled again, then slightly pulled away from me. "Let's sit down and let me have a drink of that vodka. I feel awful warm even wearing this!" Giggle again. "Maybe that's why it's so warm!" She took my hand and led me over to the couch, where she proceeded to push on my chest until I sat, then sat down on my lap. She reached over and handed my drink to me, then picked up her own. 

"I don't know about you, but I don't think this is going to cool me off at all." She giggled again, and twisted her pert little ass against my stiff cock. 

"Ed, I know that you love Anne, and I love Anne. I don't want to do anything to cause problems for her. As far as I'm concerned, you aren't her father tonight. You're just a nice guy that I met, had dinner with, and decided to come to his house. Can we do that?" 

"I'm willing to try, if you are" I answered. I was looking into her pretty little face, with that silky thin top emphasizing her pert little nipples, as I answered. What else could I say? What would you have said with her rubbing her ass across your dick? 

"I want to tell you this. I know you like the way that I look, especially wearing this." Another giggle. (How can a girl giggling be so sexy? Women try it, and it seems foolish. Of course, if they looked like her, I guess I wouldn't care.) She had stopped rubbing her ass on me, and actually looked almost serious. At least, as serious as she could under the circumstances. I became aware that she WAS serious, and tried to pay more attention to what she was saying instead of her body. 

She took a big gulp of her drink, and I realized that she was giggling because she was nervous. I thought for a second; her age, with her friends father in his house wearing a "fuck me" outfit. I guess she had every right to be nervous. My cock lost control of my mind, and I really started to pay attention to what she was saying. 


Friends of My Daughter Ch. 02



It had been several weeks since Aimie and I had gotten to know each other a little better than I knew the rest of my daughter's friends. I had known the girls since they were in junior high school; I hadn't known any of them as well as I knew Aimie now. 

We had spent last weekend at my house after shopping for a car for her and a nice evening at a restaurant. I had figured that Aimie was angling for financial help when she began showing interest in me. After all, I was literally old enough to be her father; she was the same age as my daughter, and was in fact one of her best friends. To my surprise, she had been sexually interested in me for years. We had enjoyed each other's bodies that Saturday night, and my security system had recorded every detail. 

Aimie had left that Sunday morning saying she had to get ready for class. I had offered her help in getting her car, and to my surprise she had agreed only to help with the down payment on a nice used car. I had offered to buy it for her, and she had laughed and said that if I wanted to pay her for services rendered, it wouldn't be a car she was interested in. She hadn't answered, even on the drive back to the university. 

I wasn't sure what to do now. When I had dropped her off, she had given me a very full kiss in front of the other students, and made me promise that I was going to call her soon. It was now Wednesday, and I hadn't called because I didn't now what to say. My daughter called yesterday, thanking me for "helping Aimie out" over the weekend. Considering everything, I felt that Aimie had helped me out a lot more than I had helped her. I was forced to talk to Anne about taking Aimie to a restaurant, and she wanted to know if Aimie had been appreciative. I told her yes, very much so, even though Aimie had bought the dinner. 

Reviewing the security systems disks on Sunday afternoon, I had been aroused once again by the sweetness and sexiness of the young girl who had given herself to me. The system recorded sounds as well as high quality pictures onto DVDs, and I thought the sound of our sex was more exciting than the pictures. Although she was not a "screamer", Aimie was not a quiet fuck. I was able to listen to her moans as I had fucked her, the gurgling sounds of her swallowing my prick and the quiet conversation we had between sessions. I had left the originals as they were, but had edited some CD's that covered what had ended up being one of the best nights of my life. I was not someone who ever use it in such a way to embarrass Aimie, but I was really glad that I had this great video to refresh my memory sometime in the future, should I need it. I somehow felt that my memory wouldn't need any refreshing, at least not for a while. 

What was I going to do now? I wanted to call her and ask her to come over to the house tonight. Hell, I wanted to invite her to move in and stay as long as she wanted. At least my prick wanted me to; my mind didn't know what it wanted. I was a successful businessman in this town. Although Columbus was a large city in some ways, it was still a small town that was full of people who weren't from there, but were constantly coming into the city from the surrounding country. It didn't have the big city attitude that a lot of other cities developed. What would happen if I started showing up at parties and dinners with a teenager? And did I really care? I wasn't exactly the prototype "success story" that everyone expected. Although I owned a profitable business, I didn't live in the areas where all the other business types lived. My house wasn't the huge mansion that others had built with their profits; I lived in a very nice house but it was probably half (or less) the size of most of the other people I knew in the same situation. 

As I thought more about it, the less I was concerned with what society thought of my affair with Aimie. I realized that I seldom went to parties or dinners with anyone from the business world. When I went out, it was usually with friends from my past, people who I had worked with on the way up. I wasn't a party animal who went out to raise hell every Saturday night just to show of my money or anything else. Every so often, some of us would get together and have dinner and hit a dance club or a bar somewhere. Other than get-togethers for holidays, that was about it. 

A bigger problem was going to be Anne and the other girls. My business kept me occupied most of the time, and included travel fairly often, but I still got to visit with my daughter on regular occasions. I was worried about how Anne would respond to Aimie and I fucking. And what would the other girls think? Aimie had suggested that all of the girls had fantasized about me when they were younger, but what would they think if they knew? 

Sitting on the deck on the back of the house where Aimie and I had watched deer run through the valley, drinking a Chivas over ice, I came to the conclusion that what others thought of what was going on wasn't as important as the way she made me feel when we were together. Not just fucking, but even when we were at the restaurant I had enjoyed her company more than I had enjoyed being with any woman for years. This came as a bit of a surprise to me, as I had always dismissed other men who had younger girlfriends and claimed that they were able to have meaningful relationships with them. I just assumed it was the sex. Now I found myself wanting to call her, and didn't care about the consequences. 

One of her college friends answered the phone. "Oh, you must be Ed. You DO sound like a real man! Aimie isn't here, but I'll tell her to call you." I could here giggling and someone asking a question as she hung up, and wondered about my decision for a few minutes. Oh well, it was already done. 

When she called, I apologized for not calling her before now. She just laughed, and said that she figured that I had a lot to think about. She had loaded up the first part of the week with classes so that her weekends were free, and had been very busy anyway. I assumed that this was a nice way to let me know that she was available. The tone of her voice got lower and husky sounding when we agreed to get together on Friday afternoon to handle getting her a car. I was pretty sure that she was looking forward to the weekend as much as I was. I would have to make excuses at the office, but didn't really care. Everything was going smoothly enough, and I didn't take many days off. 

When I went to the school to pick her up, she had thrown a bag in the back seat, telling me that she was going to spend the night at Anne's. Some of her girlfriends were standing there to see what I looked like, I guess, and I was a little surprised at the pride that Aimie showed when she told them good-bye. I thought about it as we drove to the car dealership, and came to the conclusion that our relationship wasn't as one-sided as I had thought. 

Maybe to a young college girl an affair with a successful older man was something to be proud of. I had been looking at the situation from a man's point of view; if I had the chance to have wonderful sex with a gorgeous young woman, this was a good thing! But Aimie had obviously been bragging to her friends about the situation, so she wasn't exactly ashamed of what we were doing. The looks on her young roommates faces had been very close to jealousy. 

As we drove along and chatted, I thought back to my college days and a professor of psychology who had discussed a theory of his about sexual attraction. Although women often complained about older men finding young, teenage girls sexually attractive, he had worked out a theory that this was due to years of evolution. 

In the days before civilization took over, if a man wanted to ensure his genes were handed on, he had numerous children. If a man wanted to have lots of kids, he had them with a young girl. Not only was she able to have children, she would be around longer to ensure that they survived to adulthood. Therefore, for hundreds of thousands of years, men naturally were attracted to younger women. 

On the other hand, for hundreds of thousands of years, if a woman wanted her children to survive to adulthood, she looked for the protection of the most powerful man that she could find. For many eons, this would be the leader of the clan, or some other senior man. Today, a man with power might be a man with money, political office, or some other position that gave them power over a young girl. That also meant that he would be older. Thus, younger women found older men attractive. 

Some men thought that young women were just being "gold diggers" when they saw them with older men. Hell, I had been thinking the same thing myself. Now, I had to wonder. Maybe fucking me was a jewel in Aimie's crown! Well, at least it didn't hurt my ego to think so! 

Aimie had been chatting about her classes and the problems that she was having with some of the reports she had to write. I laughed and told her that sometimes it seemed that all I got done in a week's work was write. She started asking questions, and the time flew by. I was very aware of her sitting close to me, it felt like there were waves of heat coming from her. She was dressed casually, wearing a man's shirt with a couple of the buttons open and a tight pair of slacks. She managed to look both eight-teen and a woman at the same time. She caught me looking at her several times, and a Mona Lisa smile came to her face when she did. 

At the car dealership, I was surprised that I felt pride in her. I had met her for lunch Wednesday and given her the money for the down payment so that she could deposit it and write a check at the dealership. She handled the salesman and the guy who wrote up the deal with aplomb, and got the best deal she could. She had done her homework on the model of Honda that she was buying, and new the interest rates that were being offered and the value of the options on the car. She looked more like the teen-ager she was when we left, she was so excited about her new car. 

It was Friday about 3:00, and the weekend traffic was already starting to build. All the "hill-jacks" were leaving to go home for the weekend, many office workers were leaving early, and those like me who had skipped out of work were all on the road together. Aimie took her bag that she had packed and put it in the trunk of her new Honda. I was stunned as I realized that she REALLY was going to go to Anne's. She didn't even seem to notice my reaction as she gave me a deep french kiss and a thirty second hug, thanking me for helping her out. Then she was gone. 

What had happened? I had asked her to dinner tonight, and thought that she had accepted. Did I misunderstand? Had she? I drove home, slightly in shock and very let down, not even really seeing the road that I was driving down. I called the office with my cell phone and found that one of the companies we provided services to felt that we had broken our contract. Well, apparently there was no real reason to go home, so I changed direction and fought the traffic all the way up North to the office. 

By 7:00, I had left the office and was almost home. The freeway was still busy, and I found myself envious of those people I saw driving by, on there way somewhere to enjoy themselves. I knew that in reality, few of them were as happy as I thought they were, but the illusion stuck with me anyway. 

I turned up the driveway, stopping to get the mail. As I pulled around to the garage, there sat Aimie's car! I was so excited that I didn't even bother to put the car in the garage, but stopped and quickly walked to the door. As I approached, the door swung open and there she stood. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her, letting my tongue enjoy the taste of her mouth and my hands dropped to her rounded ass cheeks and massaged them through her slacks and panties. 

"Wow, glad to see me?" 

"I thought you were going to Anne's.." 

"I did, and Anne and the girls are here, so.." 

I quickly let go of her ass, and took a step back. I had been so excited over the fact that she was here I didn't even stop to wonder how she had gotten into my house. 

"I hope you are as excited to see the rest of the girls as you are to see me" she laughed. 

As I walked into the house Anne, Ellen and Carrie walked into the room from the kitchen. As I greeted them, I wondered if Aimie had been watching for me to make sure she let me know they were there so I didn't make a fool of myself, like I just had. I felt a little guilty, my hands still tingling from the feel of Aimie's ass cheeks and the sweet taste of her mouth in mine as I talked to Anne and the other girls. 

I stood and chatted with the girls, offering them something to eat or drink. Of course, Anne asked for a beer and I had to give her a look while getting her a Mountain Dew. The girls were their usual selves, including Aimie, as they talked and laughed non-stop. It was a very strange feeling, talking to all of them, knowing that I had fucked Aimie on the couch that she and my daughter were sitting on. On the table that Carrie was setting her glass of iced tea, Aimie had slurped on my cock as I had pushed it down her throat, and then swallowed as much of my cum as she could, getting most of it. 

I was getting a hard-on just remembering, and I looked over to see Aimie was smirking a little as she pointedly looked down at my crotch, them back to my face. I squirmed a little, trying to make it a little less noticeable, glad I wasn't wearing anything tight. 

The girls were carrying on about how nice my house was, and several times they would make comments about how well my business must be doing. I asked them if any of them wanted work, we had openings that were sort of designed towards college students. All of them were in college, their parents helping them fill in the gaps when they couldn't afford things. 

Ellen was a thin, tall brunette who had pretty much ignored boys for most of the time in high school. Anne had modeled some in high school and had learned to apply makeup so that it didn't even look like she was wearing any. All the girls had complained that the guys they met only paid attention to Anne and Aimie, so Anne had taught Ellen to apply her makeup. Suddenly, in their junior year, Ellen had started to attract attention from boys and it had gone to her head. She was still a terrible flirt, and with her model's body and looks, she was tearing big chunks out of the boys in college. I liked Ellen a lot, and thought to myself several times that she would probably be the most successful of the group, including Anne. 

She had a models build, thin but graceful. Her tits were small but proud, and I noticed that today, as usual, she was wearing a thin shirt with no bra. Her waist was thin and her ass swelled out and filled the jeans she was wearing. I had once walked into a room where she was dressing, and my mouth had watered as I watched her bend over slightly to pull on a pair of shorts. She had just smiled and told me she would be out in a minute. 

Carrie was as different from Ellen as you could get. She had blonde hair, but the last few years her hair had started to darken. Now it was a what some call a honey blonde, I guess. She was shorter than all the other girls, but had more curves than Ellen. Her tits weren't big, but her thin waist made them look larger. Only Anne had a bigger set, and hers were almost too big. Carrie also had a really cute ass, and her legs were every bit as shapely as Aimie's. As I carried on a conversation, I found myself wondering for about the thousandth time what having sex with these girls would be like. I guess that makes me a terrible father; I am sure that all fathers of daughters worried about dirty old men like me. I know that I had. 

"Anne showed us your house, Ed. I'll bet the women go crazy over this place!" Aimie was teasing me, but in such a way that the other girls wouldn't be able to tell. 

"Well, they really do seem to like it. They especially seem to like the living room here. It seems the couch and the coffee table go over real well, I don't know why!" 

"Oh, I think I can understand why they would like them. They are really nice." 

This conversation was inserted into the general conversation, and I began to get the feeling that the girls new what was going on. Was it just my imagination; did the girls seem to understand more than I had given them credit, or had Aimie said something to them? 

Eventually, the girls decided that they had to go. They all attended the school that Anne did, except for Aimie. They all went out to Aimie's Honda and piled in. I waved good- bye, and went straight to the bar to pour myself a drink. I realized that I was sweating slightly, and had a hard-on that wouldn't go away. Having all that young pussy sitting around, their perfume wafting through the air, all those legs being crossed and uncrossed. Now that I had fucked Aimie, it seemed I was overly aware of how these girls had grown up. 

I sat down on the deck where Aimie and I had watched the deer run and sipped my drink. I felt older than I had only a week before. As hard as I tried, the thoughts of fucking my daughter's friends, bending them over the furniture and taking and giving them pleasure wouldn't leave. I guess I was feeling sorry for myself because of Aimie, but then again I couldn't feel that sorry either. 

Suddenly, a small pair of hands covered my eyes. 

"Guess who." It was Aimie.

"What.. I thought you were with the girls? Did you guys forget something?" I was confused, but happy. 

She gave me a deep kiss, pushing her tongue into my mouth and running it over my teeth as she sat in my lap. I guessed the girls hadn't come back with her. 

"I hid my bag in the trunk, I didn't want them asking any questions. Decided to have a drink without me, huh? Did you think I wasn't coming back?" 

"Well, you didn't say anything today..." 

"Ed, I don't think you could have kept me away with barbed wire and a mine field. I've never had anything like what we had last week. If you think I could walk away from sex like that, you're dead wrong." 

"Then why all this? Why bring the girls our here this evening?" 

She smiled and shook her head slightly. "Have you ever done anything like this before? Well, I haven't either, but I'm a lot younger than you are. Didn't you ever cheat on your wife? No, I guess that's right, you didn't. Look, I spend a lot of time with Anne and the other girls. What would happen if I accidentally mentioned that I really like the view from your back deck? I usually don't lie to them so I'm not used to it." 

"They wanted to take a ride in my new car. Now, I've been here, and they all know that I have been. We went all over the house. If I say something now, they all know how I know that your bathroom is black, red and white and has an old Pepsi sign in it. They also know why I think your bed is really comfortable." She giggled, and I started melting. "Yeah, Ellen thinks your bed is really nice too. You better watch out for her, by the way. I think she has designs on you." 

I thought of my security system. It was set up with two cameras and two microphones in my bedroom. If anyone broke in at night, it was assumed that I would be in bed asleep. Recording what happened if someone got into my bedroom was important. I am an expert shot with a pistol, and the only concern I had was a convincing a jury if I had to shoot someone. The system was designed to not only keep someone from coming in, but also to ensure that if they did, I would be awake and aware of what was going on. The system recorded the data on disc in high quality, so that a jury could really see what had happened. 

I was going to have to check those discs. There might be some interesting conversation recorded on it. Not to mention the sight of several of these young girls rolling around on my bed. 




Friends of My Daughter Ch. 02



"Where was Anne while you girls enjoyed my bed?" 

"Oh, she was using the bathroom. Ellen and Carrie snuck into your bedroom. When I walked in, they were making some really interesting guesses about what went on in there. Of course, I had no idea of anything. It seems that I never made it that far, did I?" Another of those sexy giggles. 

"You didn't just bring them here to make sure you didn't slip up. You were enjoying yourself too much for that." 

"Yes, I did. I didn't think I would, but I did. I enjoyed your face when I kissed you at the car dealership, too. Does that make me a bad person?" 

"Nooo., I guess not. Sometimes, people enjoy the thrill of a situation like this." 

"Godddd, I was getting wet sitting there watching you. You were pretty smooth, Anne didn't notice a thing. She wasn't looking at you the same as I was, or Ellen and Carrie. Those two were laughing about your dick getting hard while we were there. Anne of course refused to believe it, but those other two.." She started clenching and un-clenching her ass cheeks on my cock. 

"What? You girls were talking about me getting hard? My God!" I was taken aback, but at the same time, the thought of these girls discussing my hard-on was exciting. 

"Ohh., you like that idea huh?" She had felt the twitch in my cock. "Here, I thought it was my buns that were making you hard! Yeah, the other two girls really thought that was neat. They had some notions about what it would be like to find out as much as they could about it." Another giggle. " They had some pretty interesting ideas, maybe we'll have to try some of them." 

"And what did Anne say about this?" 

"Oh, sorry, the idea of her 'Daddy' having sex with someone doesn't thrill her too much. I guess I wouldn't think to much of my dad fucking her!" 

By now, she had turned on my lap and had her legs on the floor on either side of the chair, run underneath the arms. Her pussy was rolling slightly back and forth, working it's magic on my cock. Her arms were around my neck, and we weren't talking much now. Those wonderful little moans and sighs were again escaping from her mouth. I pulled her to me, letting her breasts flatten against my chest. My hands roamed over her back, and I ran them down her back to squeeze and knead her ass cheeks. She groaned into my mouth and pushed her ass back into my hands. 

"My God, I love the way that feels. I didn't realize how good that could feel." 

"You have the nicest ass I've ever seen or felt. I guess I must be a little bit of an ass man." 

"Even nicer than Carrie's? I noticed you paid a lot of attention when she bent over to pick her purse up!" 

"MMMhhhhmmm, even nicer." 

"I liked what you did last weekend. You know, with your finger." She looked a little embarrassed, but continued. "Is that weird, or something?" 

"Aimie, if you like it and I like it, and it isn't hurting either one of us, what is wrong?" 

She lowered her sweet mouth to mine again, and the conversation died. We continued making out like a couple of teen-agers; the only thing missing was the discomfort of a back seat. After a few minutes, she finally pulled away. "Ahhhh, I can't stand it! Let's go inside, my bag is over there on the ..." I pulled her back to me, once again pushing my tongue into her mouth and then fucking it in and out while running it over her teeth lightly. She shuddered and shook slightly. 

"Why go inside? Don't you like it out here?" 

"MMMHHhhh, what about someone seeing us?" Her voice was losing strength. I could tell that it wouldn't take much to convince her. I continued to fondle her ass, loving the feel of her cheeks. They were springy and spongy, just the way men think a young girls ass should be. I pulled her pussy down so that she had to spread her thighs, and rubbed it on my cock. From the heat I could feel through our clothes, I was pretty sure she was getting hot and wet. The thought of the pleasure I had enjoyed last week made my dick twitch. 

I was kissing her neck, while holding her down on my cock. She had stopped trying to get up, and the only movements she made were when she assisted me in rubbing her cunt onto my cock. Her body was collapsed against mine while soft moans and little gasps of pleasure came from her. I had noticed last weekend that once Aimie got warmed up, she abandoned herself and her body to me. This was extremely sexy, the abandonment of her sexy young teen-aged body to my control. 

I continued to fondle her ass, running my hands down occasionally lightly rub her cunt through her clothes. Then I would run my fingers up to lightly massage her ass hole. When I did this, she would hold her breath and moan. As I looked over at her face, her mouth was open slightly and her eyes were closed, her face flushed red. If I didn't stop soon, she would be coming in her pants. 

"Honey, do you want me to fuck you? Tell me what you want me to do." 

"MMMMmmm, don't temmmmease me." 

I move my face to hers while I was trying to push her panties up into her ass hole. As she held her breath, I lowered my mouth to hers. She kissed like she was drowning and I was a life saving breath of air. Her lips were soft and warm, and her mouth opened as widely as she could as she tried to swallow my tongue. I didn't think my cock could get any harder. 

"Aimie, say it. Tell me what you want." 

"Youooo bastard. Fuckkkk mme, please. Dooo you wanntt me to beg? Pleassse, pluuueezzee, fuck me!" Her words were barely audible and broken by small gasps as I would drag her pussy against the head of my cock. 

When I lifted my hands from her ass cheeks, she continued to rub her cunt into my crotch and moan. I have to admit I relished the feeling of the sexy little slut sucking my tongue and rubbing her tight little body on me while I sat there. In all my life, I had never had such an arousing experience. The feeling of being in control was total. Maybe this doesn't make me a very nice person but I couldn't help the way I felt. If I had been hurting her I guess I would agree that I had to stop. By the way she was moaning and moving, I was pretty sure pain wasn't what she was feeling. It was nothing but pure lust. She wanted a hard cock up her pussy as badly as I wanted to feel her hot, wet tight pussy wrapped around my cock. 

I reached up and started unbuttoning her shirt. She wouldn't stop hunching herself onto my dick, so instead of trying to unbutton the shirt I just ripped them open. She continued kissing me, and didn't even slow down her movements. She did allow me to pull it from her, moving her arms down long enough to slip them out of the shirt and then they were slid around my neck again. Her back was arched, allowing her firm tits topped with swollen red nipples to hang down between our bodies. 

I took a few minutes to pay homage to her beauty, palming those lovely young nipples. I rubbed them with my palm, and then tested their firmness by pinching them between my thumb and forefinger. I rolled them and pulled them, causing her to moan louder. 

"Eddd, dammnnn it , pleassssse!" 

I slowly sat up straighter in the chair, straightening her up also. Her cunt was glued to me, and as I looked down at the sight of our crotches stuck together, her pants were wet with her juices. I was pretty sure she was as ready as she was ever going to be. 

Pushing her off me, I made her stand in front of me while I unfastened her pants. Her hips still moved in small motions, making little circles in the air. Her head was bowed down slightly and her eyes had that dazed look that some women get when you can tell the only thing they are aware of is their pussy. I wasn't going to have any problem fucking her right here on the deck in plain sight, which is what I wanted to do. 

Her pants stuck to her cunt until I had pushed them partway down her thighs. With her hips still making constant fucking motions, they slid down her legs easily. I peeled the soaking wet panties down partly, leaving them lower on her thighs than the crotch, which was stuck partly into her pussy. She was as hot as I had ever seen a woman, but she still had enough women's instincts to realize what a sexy picture she made. I saw a small smile flash across her face, as she stood before me, her panties in an inverted "V" around her thighs. Her hips never stopped swiveling though. 

My dick was so hard that I was sure that if I bumped it I could shatter it. I slowly stood up, pushing the chair away behind me. Aimie stood and waited impatiently as I removed my clothes. I took my time, enjoying the way her eyes followed my every movement. I wasn't into forcing a girl to do anything. My ego soared as she allowed her lust to control her, making this bright, self assured teen-age girl wait for me to get undressed so that I could fuck her. Not only that, but we were standing on my patio, with several other houses within sight. They wouldn't be watching out their windows, as I had discovered soon after I moved there. But the small chance of being caught added greatly to the thrill. I was pretty sure she was aware of this degree of voyeurism but was so heated up that she didn't care. I finished undressing and her eyes were fixed on my cock. Unconsciously, she licked her lips and her the rotation of her hips increased. 

"Turn around, Aimie." I had to repeat this twice before she understood what I was saying. 

"Bend over." 

As if in a daze, she complied. Her feet moved slightly apart, the material of her panties still stuck into her pussy. She was bent over from the hips, her head now resting on her hands on top of the railing. She still knew what she was doing, as she automatically rose onto the balls of her feet, stretching the tendons in the back of her legs so that the curves were emphasized. God, what a lovely picture she made. 

I walked over to her and pulled her panties back up. She made a small unhappy sound, but stopped as soon as I slowly ran my finger from her pussy to her waist, pulling the panties from the crack of her ass and her pussy but leaving them across her mound. 

I forced her legs farther apart with my feet and she willingly moved her legs as far apart as she could. As I moved up to her, I lined my cock up with her wide-open outer lips and slid into her full length. She gave a small squeal, and then pushed her ass back to me. 

I think most times a woman likes to be at least partially in control of sex. Most times, she likes for a man to take his time fucking her, allowing the passion to build to a peak. Other times, though, I think a woman likes to be taken by a man, to feel slightly out of control and forced to accept a cock. I'm not saying that women have a desire to get raped; I do think that sometimes they like to feel like the man is in total control. 

Her pussy was extremely tight, but wet and very hot. I was able to bury my cock in her only by pressing hard, and the fact that she was pushing back almost as hard as I was pushing into her. As I pulled out until only the head of my cock was left inside her, I could see her inner lips pull out as they tried to keep me from pulling out. I lunged forward, harder this time and she moaned loudly as my pelvis slammed against her ass cheeks. 

"Ohhh, Godddd, harderrrrr, harder!" 

I started slamming into her faster and harder, enjoying her moans and squeals as I hammered into her. She was fucking her pussy back onto my prick, giving little jerks with her hips and squeezing with the muscles in her cunt. A sharp slapping sound came every time that my pelvis hit her cheeks, and the flesh in them would roll slightly from the impact. It didn't take long before I felt her pussy grab my cock with a very soft but firm grip so that I couldn't pull out. I had never felt a cunt grasp me so tight that I couldn't move. 

"Ohhhhhh, Immmmmmm cuuummmmminnngggg!!!!" She told me, even though it was obvious to everyone with one hundred feet. I felt ripples as her cunt muscles flexed and contracted in her orgasm. Since I couldn't pull out, I shoved my dick even farther up her, almost lifting her off her feet. I felt the head of my cock hit resistance as it stuck in her cervix. Until now, she had been relatively quiet, but now the squeal became a shriek. Instead of her cunt muscles flexing, they tightened around the head of my dick and I could feel her cervix as it fluttered against my cock-head. Although I wanted to cum, I managed to stop myself by sheer will power. The pleasure was so intense, I thought I would pass out and my cock burned as it wanted to release. 

I watched as her teen-aged body jerked and vibrated, her weight taken partly by my cock sunk into her pussy and partly by her feet. As her climax slowed, her knees weakened and the weight of her body came down more on her legs and made me bend my knees slightly. The contractions in her pussy weakened but continued. I put my hands back on her hips, pulling her ass cheeks apart, and pulled out until I could see the head of my dick being kissed by her pussy lips, and then drove into her again. Amazingly, she started coming again. I continued to drive into her, relishing the unintelligible sounds she made as once again she started driving her ass back onto my rampaging dick. She may have only been eighteen, but she was the hottest piece of ass as I had ever fucked. She was the best I had ever heard of! 

Fortunately, I am lucky in that the older I get, the better able I am to control when I cum. I can't do it four or five times a night like I used to, but I can usually last a lot longer than I could when I was younger. This was one of those times that I was glad of that capability. 

Her orgasms continued. They were not as big as the first one, but still very frequent. I had only fucked one other woman who could continue to come like that, and she had told me that there is nothing on earth that compares to it. Although I had been screwing her young pussy hard for at least ten or fifteen minutes, through numerous orgasms, she was still tighter than any pussy I had ever had the pleasure to fuck. There was a large amount of her sweet pussy juice running down her legs and more than a fair amount dripping from my balls. Every time I drove into her there were lovely squishing sounds as my cock forced her juice up into her. When I pulled back, the rim on the head of my cock would pull even more juice from her pretty cunt lips. 

I was now getting pretty tired, so I pulled most of the way out of her and stopped. She mewled in displeasure and drove herself back onto me. I watched as this pretty teen grabbed onto the railing and worked hard at fucking her hot little pussy back onto my cock. WOW! This was the same self controlled young college student who had been laughing and talking with her friends in my living room only an hour ago? Apparently she was one of those glorious women who can be a princess in the living room but a slut in the bedroom. Or deck, as the case may be. 

I pulled her ass cheeks even farther apart so that I could watch her cunt as she continued to move back and forth. The lips would be shoved inward with every in stroke of my cock, and back out when it was pulling out. Most women I knew had cunt lips that would do this until their juices started to flow, then the lubrication of their juices and my pre- cum would prevent this. She was still so tight that it continued. 

As I watched her lovingly fuck herself with my cock, moaning and occasionally saying words that made no sense, I watched as her pretty little ass hole winked at me. I couldn't resist reaching down with my right hand and lubricating my middle finger in her cum juices and then reaching up and inserting the end of my middle finger into her ass. She froze for a second, and then with a loud moan, drove her ass and cunt backwards again. I was amazed as my finger disappeared up her tight teen ass and she clamped down and climaxed strongly again. Her cunt muscles held my cock captive and her rectum held my finger still as she moaned and sobbed for another fifteen or twenty seconds. 

This young girl was unbelievable! Her head turned and she pulled her hair to one side as she turned to look at my finger up her ass. Her face looked as if she had been crying, loose and slightly slack from passion. She was no longer pistoning herself onto me, just stopped with my cock head resting against her cervix. Maybe she had loosened up a little, as I was able to remain in contact with the end of her cunt without having to lift her off her feet. To be honest, if she hadn't been so wet and maybe slightly looser, my cock would have been hurting by now. 

Her face had a look that told me she was waiting to see what my finger was going to do, and that she was willing for me to do what I wished with her body. I was quickly realizing that this was one of the most attractive things about her, her willingness to give control of her young body to whomever was giving her so much pleasure by fucking her. 

As I started working my finger around in her ass, her eyes closed slightly and another small moan started in her throat. I worked the finger around for a minute, rubbing it against my cock through the small membrane that separated them. I could feel the contractions start in her pussy and her ass as her eyes closed and she lowered her head to her hands. Soon I pulled my finger out. 

"Don't stop. Please, don't stop!" 

"Do you like this? Isn't this bad, my finger up your sweet little ass?"

I lubricated the end of my fingers and spread the lubrication around on the pucker of her ass. It almost seemed to spasm and reach out for my finger. She moaned again, and tried to move back again but my dickhead in her cervix stopped her in the most pleasant way. She gasped as the feelings hit her. 

"Feels so gooooddd. Do it!" 

"Do what? Come on sweetheart, you've got to tell me if you want it!" 

I continued to tease her ass hole with my fingers, constantly lubricating her with her own juices. Little groans of displeasure came from her. 

"Alllrrright , damnit! I'll beg! Please, please, please! Stick you finger in my ass." 

"Talk to me while I do. Tell me how it feels." 

I started my finger in her ass again, running it all the way up into her. It was a little easier this time, and I could feel her clenching her ass to get the feel of it. 

"OHHHhhh, that feeelllss so good. I knowww it shoouldn't , but damnn soooooo gooood!" 

I slipped the finger back out, and then held both my middle finger and index finger together and slowly worked it into her tight little ass. 

"Aimie, reach back and hold your cheeks apart. Honey, I need you to hold your ass apart so that I can fuck you easier." 

I had to tell her twice. I didn't know if she would, but by this time I figured she was so under control of her lustful young body that anything short of great pain would be OK with her. Slowly, turning her head to look again, her hands lifted off the rail and came back to her ass. Just as slowly they pulled her cheeks apart, allowing me full access to her ass hole. She watched as I slid both fingers into her ass, a moan rising from her throat. She laid her head back onto the rail and shifted her weight back full against me and came again. Little tremors worked their way up and down my fingers and cock. This young slut was so hot I could have lit a cigarette on her. 

I continued to work her ass hole to loosen her up. I knew where I wanted to deposit the load of hot cum that was filling my balls and trying to work it's way up my cock. It was helpful that her young cunt was so tight as it helped me maintain my erection by not cuming. I hoped that she would be able to stand everything. She had cum at least a dozen times, and some of those had lasted minutes. I didn't know how much more she would be able to stand, but I knew that she had never had a cock up her tight little ass before and she was in the right state of mind to have that happen now. 




Friends of My Daughter Ch. 02



Shortly, I had three fingers up her sweet ass and she was writhing in pleasure with those sweet mewling sounds coming from her again. I thought to myself that this girl was amazing as during a little mini orgasm I pulled my cock from her pussy and positioned the head against her pretty ass hole. 

"Aimie, push yourself back and fuck my cock with your ass hole." 

"Wwwhhhaatttt?" 

"If you want my cock in your ass, you have to fuck yourself back onto it. I won't do it for you. Just take it easy. It will fit, but it is going to be really tight. Relax your ass hole as it goes in and it won't hurt as much." 

I don't think that she heard much of what I said but she slowly pushed her tender little ass back against my cock. She was still holding her own ass cheeks apart giving me an excellent view. Her cunt was so tight that it had almost closed back up, with only a little stream of her cum leaking out and down her thighs. Her rectum was stretching around my cockhead even with all the lubrication of her cum from my fingers. My cock was almost dripping with her sweet juice clinging to it as well as the pre-cum that was leaking copiously from the slit, so I knew it would slide into her without to much pain for her. As the head pushed into her, she slowly rotated her ass to work it farther in. 

"oHHHHoohhhh nhhhhnnnnnn" Little yips and gulps from her now. I was impressed that she was still on her feet after all this action. Hell, my knees were getting weak and I hadn't cum once yet. 

The head was in so I reached up and grabbed her hips. 

"Aimie, wait a minute and get used to it. Once you get used to it, it won't hurt." 

She only moaned in reply. I pulled her hips away slightly and her rectum stretched out a little. This brought a small yell from her, but I pulled her back towards me and she came willingly, allowing an inch or so to press in. Working together, my hands giving gentle suggestions instead of forcing her, she fucked her sweet teen ass back onto my cock. In a matter of a minute or two, she had her ass cheeks up against my coarse pubic hair. The sight of her soft, full checks being split by my rough cock and the contrast of my black pubic hair against her sweet white skin almost made me come. As if the feeling of her very tight colon massaging my cock as she came wasn't enough. 

She was getting slightly weaker, and I had to help hold her up slightly. But she was still a game little slut, continuing to fuck her ass onto me. I looked up for a moment to try to distract myself from the sight of this lovely young girl performing this act on herself with my cock. 

It didn't help, as the feeling of her ass around my cock was even more compelling when I wasn't looking. I stood on my deck, in broad daylight, doing what hundreds of men (and boys, probably) had wanted to do to her proud, rounded ass every time she walked through a crowded mall or across campus. And I knew that I was taking her ass for the first time. The way she was reacting, I was also pretty sure it wouldn't be her last. 

I knew that I wasn't going to be able to last much longer. With my hands on her hips, she was fucking herself silly with full strokes. She would bottom her cheeks against my pelvis and then give a little squirming motion and pull herself up off me. When the head was pulling against her rectum she would let out another moan and drive her ass back down. "Aimie, I'm going to cum in your ass. Do you want me to fill you ass?" 

"OOOHHHH Gooddd!" 

"Tell me to fill you full of my cum. Tell me you love my cock up your ass and to pump you full of cum. Tell me!" 

"Unnnnnhhhhh! Fill my assssss unnnhhhhh with your cum! Pleasseee, I want to feel it. Dooooo it! UMMMHhhhhhhh Gaaawwdddd!" 

She started screaming as I grabbed her hips and slammed her full of my hard cock. I could feel her sweet cheeks compressing as I started to pump my long delayed cum. I had thought that I came hard last weekend with this young slut, but this time I thought my toes were coming out the head of my cock. She was screaming now and I was shouting with pleasure. We were rocking back and forth as I spewed what felt like a gallon of cum into her beautiful ass. 

We collapsed onto the deck as I was still cumming inside her. I managed to ease her down on the deck without hurting her, and realized that she had passed out. My god, what a lovely and wonderful thing! I had managed to give her so much pleasure in the last half an hour or forty-five minutes that she had passed out! 

In my thinking, there is no greater compliment a woman can give a man than that of letting him know he is giving her pleasure. I think that is one reason that most men like women who make noise during sex. Because Aimie was a vocal fuck, I had been aware of the fact that she was greatly enjoying our fuck. In addition, the feel of her tight young pussy and even tighter ass around my cock as she spasmed and clenched around it made me certain that she had pleasured herself. But passing out from pleasure! I knew that part of it was the constant fucking in a bent over position, the constant orgasms and the newness of getting a cock up her ass had helped. But still, I took it as the very highest of compliments. 

She was lying on her face with her and my clothes cushioning her face as she came back to reality. I could tell when she was waking up as her ass clenched and worked around my slowly shrinking cock, which was still snuggled in her tight young ass. As I started to lift off her, she let out a small sound and reached around to hold onto my ass and keep me in her. 

"Oh my! I didn't know you were going to do that!" 

I lifted my head to kiss her lips tenderly. They were even hotter and softer than they had been before. 

"How did it feel? I didn't hurt you did I? I was watching your ass as we fucked and I just couldn't resist." 

"Oh no, OOOhhh no! It was wonderful! I think it was a little painful when it first went in, but I hardly noticed! I felt so full, but it was great! And when you came, I could feel every squirt and even felt it splashing!" 

We continued to kiss, her head pulled around to one side until my cock slid out of her ass with a small sound. She wasn't the least bit embarrassed, rolling over to lay her head on my chest as we lay there in the evening sun. 

"I can't believe that you got me so hot that I let you fuck me in the open where anyone could see us!" 

"Didn't it add to the pleasure a little?" 

She bit her lower lip with those small white teeth. "Yess, it really did. Does that mean I am some kind of a pervert? Just a week ago, I was practically a virgin. Now, I'm letting you take my ass hole while I'm bent over your patio railing, in daylight, in view of the neighbors." Her face was slightly flushed, but I could see that the idea still excited her. This young slut was going to be the death of me yet. But what a way to go!



Friends of My Daughter Ch. 03



As the water of the shower splashed over me, I blessed my luck. I scrubbed myself clean, paying extra attention to my cock to ensure that I got it clean. After showing Aimie the wonderful pleasures her ass could provide to both of us only a short while before, I wanted to make sure I was clean. 

The hot water felt wonderful. Today had been a very stressful day. I had helped her to buy her used car, had felt foolish and abandoned when she left me at the dealer, had returned to work and put in four or five stressful hours before returning home. There I had found Aimie and my daughter, along with a couple more of their teen-age friends wandering through my new house. After the girls had teased me a little, they had left and I was again depressed. I had begun to think that perhaps Aimie had only been fooling around with me, interested in only a quick fuck. 

She had returned an hour or so later, and we had screwed our brains out on my patio. It had been even better than the sex we had shared the weekend before. Afterwards, she had fallen asleep on the patio naked. I had lay beside her for a long while and enjoyed the beauty of her firm young body while letting her rest. After a while I had came upstairs to take a shower, after gently picking her up and carrying her into the living room to the couch. I pulled the hand-made afghan that my mother had made for my ex- wife and I years before over her so the air conditioning did not chill her. I smiled to myself as I climbed the stairs to the shower, thinking of other times that Aimie had slept on our couch and used the afghan to keep warm. Things had certainly changed! 

I turned the water off and dried myself off before stepping from the shower. I was still in pretty good shape, riding my bicycle twenty miles or so every other day. I needed to start lifting weights again; when I had started my own business, time for using the weights in the basement seemed impossible to squeeze out of the day. Oh well, I still wasn't in that bad of shape for a man my age. Some of the hair on my chest, as well as that on my head, was turning gray. While it bothered me, it didn't seem to bother the pretty young teen I was screwing! 

I pulled on a pair of boxer shorts and walked out into the hall. Looking down into the living room, I could see that Aimie was still sleeping. She had given herself to me, bending over for most of the time and leaning on the deck railing while I took her from behind. Her ass was lovely, and I had particularly enjoyed watching her young ass and lovely back as we fucked. She had more than earned her rest! 

I went to the office that was also in the back of the house. I had modified the house to allow me to put an office where I could look out over the small valley behind my house. Large windows gave me a clear view of the trees and grass. It helped me to focus by allowing me to relax and enjoy the scenery when I could. I sat down at the desk and took care of some of the accounting and housekeeping work that was needed to keep the house and business running. 

As I worked, I realized how much better I felt with Aimie in the house. My enjoyment of her company in my house went beyond the fact that for the first time in a long time, I had enjoyed fucking someone that I really liked. While I had enjoyed some great sex since my ex-wife and I had split up, most of it was with women that I didn't really have any interest in. 

Several of these women were obviously out to see what they could get from me. They had allowed me to fuck them, then expected me to take them on expensive trips or buy them expensive gifts. While I understood their behavior and had enjoyed the physical release of screwing them, that was all that it had been. A quick physical release of tension. 

Other of the women had seen me as a very eligible bachelor. I was reasonably attractive, relatively wealthy, not young enough to be a bother but not too old to be repulsive. A couple of them had set about convincing me that I needed to get married again, this time to them. 

I held no grudges towards either group. Men are not interested in only one thing, despite what some mothers may have told their daughters. OK, maybe we are interested in only one thing when we are still teen-agers. Being forty, I was beyond that stage. I was still very interested in sex, don't get me wrong. But a relationship with a woman required more than just sex to hold my interest. 

This line of thinking brought me back to the enjoyment of having Aimie in my house, even if she was just sleeping on my couch. Even if she was just sleeping NUDE on my couch, I reminded myself. I wondered what future this relationship with my daughter's best friend could possibly have. Had Aimie thought beyond our sharing great sex? She had told me much of her past history regarding sex. She was very inexperienced, and I had taken on the role of a teacher very willingly. 

Perhaps I shouldn't question this wonderful gift that she had given me too closely. I was pretty sure that Aimie wasn't in love with me; I knew that I wasn't in love with her. I respected her as a nice young teen-age girl, who was attending college to better herself. I also had the memory of her growing up with my daughter. I knew how bright and energetic she was. Although some would look at our present relationship as very wrong, I felt that Aimie had turned to me for sex due to the bad luck she had experienced with boys her own age. I guess I sort of looked at our relationship as advanced sex education for her. After our affair was over, I was sure that she would be better able to handle a sexual relationship with some lucky guy her own age. 

A noise at the door to my office made me look up. She was a very fetching sight, standing in the doorway with her sleepy young face and the afghan from the couch loosely wrapped around her. It was hanging open in the front, displaying the lovely valley between her small tits and the sparse black cunt hair nestled in the valley between her thighs. There was a gap between them, and I could see a little of her pussy lips hanging down into the space. Overall, a wonderful thing to behold! 

"I'm going to take a shower, OK?" 

"Sure, honey. There's shampoo and soap in the bathroom. You may not want to use what I use, but there are several different brands in the small closet on the left. Use whatever you want. There are fresh towels in there, too." 

She gave me a small smirk when I mentioned the several different types of soap and shampoo. She apparently thought that most men wouldn't normally have a variety of toiletries available and assumed that they were left behind by other women. Actually, my sister had insisted that it was only polite to have such items available. The other bathrooms in the house also had a supply of such items. 

After she asked me what I was doing and we had discussed the hassles of household finance, she disappeared down the hall towards my bedroom. I got up from the desk and walked over to the monitor for the security system. The system that burned the disks was hidden behind a shelf area, and the monitor was a television that was also connected to the satellite dish system. If you knew the correct codes, you could also display any of the security camera feeds that you wished. 

I watched through one of the cameras that were hidden in the bedroom as Aimie walked into the room. She looked around for a moment, then closed the bedroom door. Walking over to my closet, she pulled the afghan off her and loosely folded it and laid it on the bed. Opening the closet, she ran her hands over the clothes hanging on the left, occasionally pulling out something that caught her attention and examining it more closely. For several minutes, she evaluated my wardrobe. I wondered to myself whether it was gaining her approval or not. 

After a while, she left the closet, closing the door behind her. She walked to the large dresser and checked out the various items that were lying about. She lifted the bottle of cologne to her nose, then also sampled the after shave and several other bottles. She got bored with this, and wandered around the room for a minute or so. Finally, she went into the bathroom. 

I could still see her in this room as the camera displayed the rest of the bedroom. When I had installed the system, I hadn't felt the need for a camera in the bathroom, but the camera I was monitoring showed the outer half of the room by the vanity. The clothes that I had been wearing when she arrived that evening were now lying on the clothes hamper in the bathroom. I had picked them up from the deck and thrown them on top of the hamper when I had come up here to take a shower. I had placed her clothes and the pretty white lace panties on the couch where I had laid her to allow her to rest. 

I watched Aimie as she lifted the shirt I had been wearing to her face. My dick started to harden again as I realized that she was smelling it, enjoying the scent of my cologne and sweat that clung to it. She dropped my shirt and picked up the underwear that I had worn and also lifted it to her nose. The sight of this lovely young teen smelling my underwear while standing nude in my bedroom was enough to make my cock stiffen and ache just a little. I knew that it wouldn't have been all that unusual for a man to smell the crotch of a woman's panties, but had never thought that a woman might find such an act exciting as well. She lowered the panties from her face and held them to her chest as she looked at herself in the mirrors above the sinks. 

After a few minutes, she threw the shorts back onto the hamper and turned to the closet and chose what items she needed. She also pulled a towel from the same closet and closed the door. She disappeared from the view of the camera as she walked towards the shower. I watched her sweet, firm ass cheeks swivel until they disappeared from my sight. 

Standing in front of the monitor, I was filled with pleasure as I realized what a lucky son- of-a-bitch I was! How many men my age were treated to the sight of a horny young teen coed walking around his bedroom naked, and then displaying her awareness of his sexuality by enjoying his male scent by smelling his underwear? It was obvious that I had much poorer of an idea of female behavior than I had thought. I was lost in these pleasant thoughts for a few minutes. 

Suddenly, a small buzzer sounded quietly on the panel of the security system. Someone had just opened the small gate and entered the front yard! I flipped the monitor to the camera that overlooked the front door, and watched as a man walked towards the front door. His car sat beside the small gate into the yard, and I was pretty sure it belonged to the neighbor who lived just to the east of me. I realized that he was going to ring the front door bell, so I hurried towards my bedroom to put something on. 

"Aimie? There is someone downstairs, I'm putting on some clothes so I can see what he wants." 

There was no answer, just the sound of the water running in the shower. I didn't know how long I had been standing in the office in a daze, but I didn't think it could be more that a few minutes. Maybe as long as five, but surely no more than that. If Aimie were anything like all other teenage girls, she would be in the shower for a while yet. As I quickly pulled on a pair of khaki shorts and a t-shirt, the doorbell rang. Using the intercom that was beside the bed, I told whoever it was that I would be there in just a minute. 

As I opened the door, I was pretty sure that the man standing there was my neighbor. He quickly confirmed this, and then we shared pleasantries for a few minutes. I invited him in, and he stepped into the entryway as he continued to talk. Several times, as he talked, I notice that he paused for a second or two while looking behind me. I turned, and felt my heart jump as I realized that he could easily see into the back room where the couch was. 

I had placed Aimie's clothes on the back of the couch where she had been sleeping. I hadn't even registered the fact that her lace panties were on top. It was obvious from the pile of clothes that someone had undressed, and by the look of the sexy panties, it was pretty obvious that it was a woman. Of course, my neighbor didn't know that the woman was a young teen. Or at least I hoped he didn't! 

I quickly turned back to him as he finally explained the reason for his unscheduled visit. I listened in disbelief as he described the fright that his young son had just experienced. It seemed that his son had been out wandering through the wooded area that separated our two houses. It was quite thick in some places, but there were paths that ran through parts of it. 

As he was walking and playing, he had heard what sounded like screams coming from my house! I thought I was going to pass out as the man recited the boy's description of a woman's screams of pain. The boy had not been able to see the deck on the back of my house very clearly, but had told his father that he was sure that he had seen two people struggling and fighting! 

By now, I was almost choking from my attempts to keep from laughing. I was aware of the seriousness of the situation but at the same time I was unable to avoid the humor. I saw my neighbor glance once again towards the pretty panties on the back of the couch, and watched as a light bulb illuminated above his head. Several emotions quickly crossed over his face as his mind considered all the possibilities, and finally a smile creased his face. He quickly began to make embarrassed apologies, which I just as quickly assured him were not necessary. I offered him a cold soda to take with him, which he accepted and walked back with me to the kitchen. He was staring quite intently at the lace panties on the couch as we entered the kitchen. 

As I got him a Coke from the refrigerator, I heard noises on the back steps. They were very light and I was sure the man either didn't hear them or didn't realize what they were. I managed to keep him occupied for a few minutes by asking for his recommendation about a plumber, trying to make sure that Aimie had made it back up the stairs. With us talking, she had to be aware that there was someone else in the house. 

As he walked back to the front door, he looked over again to admire the panties and almost came to a stop as he realized that the panties and clothes were gone, along with the small bag that had been sitting by the end of the couch! He didn't say anything as he left, but I could see his obvious curiosity. He continued to talk as we stood by the door. I didn't ever remember him having much to say in the past. I realized that he was dragging the conversation out, hoping that whoever it was would show herself. Finally, he left. 

As I watched through the door to ensure that he was really leaving, I heard Aimie coming down the front stairs behind me. There's a lot of glass around my front door, so I wondered if my neighbor would look back to the house and see her walking down the stairs to me. He had certainly been understanding about the whole thing, I kind of hoped for his sake that he would. 

As I turned to say hello to her, I got another shock. Although I'm not sure what her outfit was called, on Aimie it was very beautiful. The top was white and sheer with pretty lace framing her sweet tits. Her nipples were clearly visible. The top ended a couple of inches above her navel. 

She had on a very small pair of bikini panties, a thong. These were made of the same material and of the same color. They allowed her small patch of pubic hair to be admired through the material that barely covered it. Their triangular shape led my eyes to the gap between her thighs and made me wonder how much of her sweet, tight pussy they covered. I was willing to bet that there was nothing but a string in the back that disappeared in the crack of her ass. 

Over the thong she wore a white garter belt that seemed to consist mainly of lace and frills. A thin strip of the same material ran down the front of her thighs and was pulling on the tops of a pair of sheer black stockings that her legs filled wonderfully. On her feet she wore a pair of black high heels. 

She was the ultimate male wet dream. I was in shock as she continued to descend the stairs, so much so that for a few seconds I didn't even notice the expression on her face. It was a combination of delight and passion, as if she were in the middle of an enjoyable sexual situation. She jumped down the last two stairs into my arms and throwing her arms around my neck, she kissed me hard on the lips. 

"Oh my GODDD! This is so exciting!!" 

"What are you talking about? That guy was my neighbor!" 

"I know, I know! I can't believe that I was walking around in your living room while you guys were in the kitchen. I didn't know there was anyone here until you guys walked past the door to the living room. I was standing right by the door! I could see you guys in the mirror by the wood stove! It was so exciting, standing in your living room naked while you guys talked in the kitchen. I didn't have any clothes to put on so I came down to get my bag, and the next thing I know you guys walk by!" 

She was still hung around my neck, her little tits smashed flat against my chest and my hands developed a mind of their own as the automatically arranged themselves on the sweet cheeks of her ass. As I held her to me, I looked over to the street and realized that my neighbor was still sitting there watching us. 

"Aimie, he's sitting in his car watching us!" 

Her head turned slightly so she could see him through the huge pane of glass. 

"Then lets give him something to see!" 

She lifted her legs and wrapped them around my waist, her heels rubbing on my ass. She smashed her lips to mine, sucking my tongue into her hot mouth. Her ass started to undulate under my hands as she rubbed her cunt against my already hard cock. Her beautiful black hair cascaded down her back, hiding the back of her white top. 

After a few minutes, she came up for air. She held her head back a few inches from mine, and smiled. I could see her eyes sparkling. 

"He watched me walk down the stairs. He was just getting into his car, I thought he was going to fall down instead of getting into his car!" 

"MY MY, this really does excite you, doesn't it?" 

"OHHH Godddd, yes! Does that make me a slut or something?" 

She started to nibble on my ear, her breath raising goose bumps on my neck. 

"No, Aimie, it doesn't make you a slut. I think there is a little bit of a slut in you, but to be honest, I think there is a little bit of a slut in most women. You are just gorgeous enough to get by with acting like one every now and then. Most women would if they thought they could get by with it." 

"Just because you enjoy the fact that men like to look at your body and sometimes you like to let them, that doesn't make you a slut. Maybe a little bit of an exhibitionist, but definitely not a slut." 

I asked her if she had heard why the man had stopped by. She hadn't so I told her about the young boy observing us as I took her ass on the back porch. She was so excited that I thought she would orgasm as I held her to my crotch. Her eyes closed for a few seconds and she moaned low in her throat and squeezed me even more tightly. 

The neighbor must have finally decided that he wasn't going to see much more, so he drove off. I didn't tell her for a few minutes so that I could continue to enjoy her excitement. My hands were still full of her ass cheeks, so I continued to squeeze them and pull her tight hot cunt up and down my cock. She moaned slightly and pulled her upper body slightly away from mine and I looked down to see her crotch as it worked against mine. 

Her panties were pulled slightly to one side, what little there was of them. Her pussy lips were being pulled apart by the fabric of my shorts, and her juices were already marking the front of them. 




Friends of My Daughter Ch. 03



"DAMMMMNNNnnnn, that feels good. But we need to go somewhere and get something to eat. I want to talk to you." 

I reluctantly started to lower her but she kept her legs wrapped around my waist for a second so that she could kiss me deeply again. Then she lowered her long lovely legs to the floor, standing on those sexy high heels again. 

"Let's get dressed and get something to eat. Hell, it's Friday night!" 

I watched in awe as her hips swiveled and her ass rotated as she walked slowly up the stairs in front of me. As I had hoped, the panties were only a thin string in the back, which almost disappeared between her cheeks. As I walked behind her, a few steps lower than her, I watched as her pretty ass hole that I had fucked only a few hours ago winked around the string. Her lovely young pussy was also clearly visible, the string tucked neatly into the folds of her outer lips. It was a pretty shade of pink, almost red, and looked warm and wet. Her long legs were cased in the sheer stockings, the tops of which seemed to frame her crotch. 

I had to restrain myself from running up behind her and throwing myself on her. I heard one of her sweet teen-age giggles, and looked up to see that she was looking over her shoulder and watching me ogle her. I didn't think that she was wiggling her ass or hips any more than she normally did, but the suggestive clothes that she wore emphasized it. 

"Where in the world did you get that outfit? I know I bought the one you wore last weekend. Did you buy this at the same time?" 

"Do you really like it? No, I bought this a while back. It's a great outfit to wear when we go out. You can wear anything you want over it, and if you want to you can show a guy whatever you feel like and still make it seem like an accident." 

I was speechless. This was the same girl who had confessed to me only a week ago that she had only had sex once before? 

She giggled again at my expression as I followed her into my bedroom. My eyes were still watching the sway of her young hips that seemed to have me hypnotized, and she still was looking over her shoulder at times with a big smile as she watched me enjoy the show. 

"Just because I haven't been fucked very much doesn't mean that I don't enjoy attention from men. I guess the thought that I can excite men has always really turned me on; just by standing in a mall, or walking down the sidewalk I seem to attract their attention. I just didn't go much farther than that until last weekend with you." 

"I think they call girls like you a prick tease, Aimie." 

"Well, prick tease or slut. I guess I'm going to be one or the other, aren't I? After the last week, I think you've shown me that being a slut is a lot more enjoyable!" 

As I dressed, I assured her that she was way to sweet to be a slut as I watched her dress. She argued with me that she did indeed feel funny about the situation, but it felt so good and she enjoyed it so much that if that was what being a slut was all about, she would cheerfully be a slut. I couldn't help but laugh a little and walk over and give her a kiss. 

As we drove into the city, we decided on a restaurant. Although we were dressed up, we decided it would be something fairly casual. We settled on Friday's and drove to the nearest one. We walked to the door and I gave them my name and then stood outside so that we could smoke. I had known that Aimie and the girls smoked for years although none of the other girls smoked around me until now. 

As I lit her cigarette, I admired the curve of her cheek and the grace of her neck. Of course she had youth on her side, but she was also genuinely attractive. When she was my age, she would still probably draw men's eyes. She slid her hand inside my elbow and stood close, almost as if she wanted everyone to know that she was mine. I watched as people came and went, their eyes seeming irresistibly drawn to the handsome yet unusual couple that we made. 

She had worn an elegant red dress that was low cut in the front, but not daringly so. The top of her sexy mini-shirt was just barely hidden and would occasionally show. The hem of her dress was below her knees, but there were sexy slits up each side to show flashes of her firm thighs covered with the black stockings every so often. When the slit gaped open very much, the top or stockings were revealed. It was tight enough that anyone who was looking could see that she was wearing a garter belt. As she walked, the straps were outlined by the thin material of the dress. 

It clung to her thin waist, making her small tits look larger than they really were and accenting the thrust of her ass. Cradling those lovely cheeks, it tightened around her thighs again. Around her neck was a thin strap that lay against her shoulders and seemed to be trimming to a gorgeous package. She had brushed her shining black hair until it shone, and it cascaded down her back almost to the top of her dress. 

Standing beside her was a relatively handsome man dressed in a sports coat and slacks; he appeared considerably older than his beautiful companion. His full head of hair had touches of gray and was combed straight back. He was solidly built, carrying just a little too much weight for his six-foot frame. If you looked a little closer, you could have sworn that he was old enough to be her father! 

At least that was what I imagined as we stood and waited, quietly talking and smoking. I could see the envy in the eyes of the men (and boys!) that walked by. Those men who were with female companions usually hid it a little better, but it was still there. The older women would glare at me, then turn their faces away. Some of them would whisper something to their male companions. Whether it was a remark about Aimie or me, I didn't know or care. 

"I thought that Friday's was more of a cosmopolitan crowd." Aimie joked to me. "We seem to be making a bit of an impression! Is it because we're such a handsome couple?" 

I smiled wryly. "I don't think so. The men are simply jealous of me. And so are the boys over the age of seven." She squeezed my arm and swung her pretty lips over to give me warm kiss on the lips. I could hear one of the middle aged women gasp. "As you can hear, the women are aghast at the child molester who dares to bring his latest victim out in public." She giggled quietly. 

"Well, I've noticed that the younger women seemed a little jealous, too. And I don't think they're lezzies, either!" I wasn't sure of where this was going. The compliment was nice for my ego, but I had a little ball of ice in my stomach that I was able to hide from her. 

I could only think of one reason for her sudden desire to talk, and it didn't seem to include much of a future for me enjoying her sweet, young body. And I found that I would miss her easy company as much as her body. Although I had known her for years, I had only KNOWN her for a few days. The two of us had deeper and honest conversations in the last week than I had ever had with the girls, or even with my daughter. Anne and I couldn't share information about sex, for instance. What daughter wanted to have a frank and sincere conversation with her father regarding the fact that most boys her age didn't seem to be willing to eat her pussy? 

As it was getting later, we were seated after only a short wait. Once again, I was aware of the stares and outright leers from men as I escorted Aimie to our table, and the unpleasant looks from most of the women. It did seem, however, that the younger women were smiling at me instead of glaring. I thought to myself that it was only the power of suggestion. 

I seated Aimie, and she looked surprised that I would treat her with such courtesy at first, then a sweet smile lit her face. "You know, that's another reason that young women like older men. I've been out to eat with BOYS, and they never hold my chair for me." 

"Yeah, it's a habit from another time. Unfortunately, another time a long time ago." 

"Don't start!" 

We ordered our diners, although I wasn't really hungry. My stomach was a little tense as I wondered how she would break the news. I assumed that since she was here with me, we would at least have most of the rest of the weekend together. That thought alone made me calm down. Aimie wanted a drink, but I told her I didn't want the waitress to card her and confirm everyone's suspicions. She had been sipping her water and coughed for a few minutes, then kicked me hard under the table with her high heels. 

By the time my Crown (and her tea) arrived she had started to work on me. She had reached across the table and held my hand as we talked, not letting go even when our waitress placed the drinks on the table. The girl who was not much older than Aimie, looked at her, and then me and smiled very warmly before she turned and walked away. 

"See, what did I tell you! You don't give yourself enough credit. I don't know what problem 'older' women have, but you have a lot of 'sex appeal' to me. I would have to say that you have some kind of 'appeal' to her!" 

We talked a while longer. I couldn't quite figure out where the conversation was going. It definitely wasn't going where I thought it was headed. After our food arrived, we ate and the conversation stalled. After eating, I had a cup of coffee to make sure I was alert and awake as Aimie continued talking. 

"I really want to thank you for everything so far. My head was kind of screwed up after those clowns in high school." She turned a little red. "When I needed someone, you were there for me." 

"Aimie, most of the guys in this room would give you the same help anytime you wanted. You are a beautiful young woman." 

She snorted through her nose. "Yeah, they would probably help me the same way that the last two ass holes did! No, you were really nice to me. I know that you enjoyed sex with me too, but you don't try to force me to do anything I don't want to." I thought to myself that there didn't seem to be much of anything she didn't like, but decided that maybe I should just keep my mouth shut. 

"I don't want to lose what we have right now, but I want you to listen to what I have to say." My spirits took an immediate climb. What the hell was she talking about, then? 

"Will you agree to listen to me with an open mind and let me explain before you get upset? Please??" I agreed, wondering what this was about. 

"Sex with you has been really fantastic, Ed. I didn't know that I could cum like I do when I'm with you. I lost track of the number of orgasms you gave me the first night we were together. The other girls were pretty much used to sex, but this was all new to me." Her face was still red, but she looked determined to continue. 

"You have to understand that the five of us girls have been together for a lot of years and we always tell each other everything. EVERYTHING! Now, don't get upset.." 

"You didn't tell Anne!!!" 

"NO! No, not Anne. But the other girls know all about what's going on." I was struck dumb. I couldn't talk, I couldn't even move. I just sat there looking at her with a sick feeling in my stomach. 

"Are you OK? Ed?" 

Dozens of thoughts ran through my head at the same time. If all the girls knew what was going on, how long could they keep it from Anne? And what did they think of me? Was I an old lecher who was taking advantage of this young teen-age girl across from me? What did they think of her? 

"Ed, you said you would listen to what I had to say. Drink some of your coffee and have a cigarette." She was like a mother taking care of her little boy. Although she didn't look like any mother I knew. 

The table next to us was silent. They had finished eating some time ago. I realized that although the music and general noise of the restaurant were enough to keep them from hearing everything, they undoubtedly had heard enough to pique their interest. I turned and glared at them. I wasn't in the mood to be polite and they could see that right away. They looked embarrassed, then quickly got up and left. 

"Aimie, My God! How could you tell the girls what we did?" 

"Are you sorry? Is it embarrassing to you? Do you wish we hadn't fucked?" She had a determined look on her pretty young face. 

"No, not at all. Aimie, I'm more concerned about what the girls would think about you. Don't they think it's a little weird? I mean, you girls have known me forever. You guys still call me 'Dad' sometimes!" 

"I know, I know. But what I feel for you, I don't feel for my dad! We just kind of called you that because you seemed to like it. Other than Anne, I don't think that any of us ever thought of you as a father figure. Or, well.. Damn, it gets confusing!" 

The crowd was beginning to thin, so I paid the bill and we walked to the door. The pretty young waitress had smiled warmly all evening long, and Aimie joked that she might just need to have a talk with her. She put her arm around me as we walked to the door, holding me against her. Even though I was still slightly in shock, her body felt wonderful to me. 

I didn't really want to talk in the car and she sensed this. She played with the CD player most of the way there while I thought. I could tell by the determined look on her pretty young face that there was more to come, but couldn't for the life of me figure out what it was. 

God help me, I couldn't help myself from admiring her hard teen body that was displayed to perfection by the sexy dress she wore. Her young tits were emphasized by the tightness of the dress. I knew they had no support other than their own, yet they looked as if they were on display upon a shelf, with the outline of the aureole's faintly visible. The dress clung tightly to her thin waist and hips; although I couldn't see her ass, I knew that the dress was clinging just as tightly, allowing all the men's eyes to caress her sweet cheeks even from across the room. She was a beautiful young girl in her prime, and was sitting beside me as we drove back to my house, where I would certainly have more opportunities to pleasure her once again. My displeasure with her indiscretion was beginning to fade. I couldn't stay upset with this young American beauty too long! 

Aimie didn't realize that I was no longer as disturbed as I was originally. She was still sweet, but had a determined look that I remembered from years before, when she was working to get her way against odds. As a matter of fact, I could remember the whole group of girls acting much the same when they wanted to get their way. 

I smiled to myself as I remembered her taking every advantage of her teen-age body, bending over slightly more than necessary to display her ass, swiveling her hips a trifle more than necessary when she crossed a room, and allowing me a better view of her cleavage when she handed me a drink. All in all, she was attempting to soften my will while she hardened my cock. By now, I was curious about what she had on her mind other than an evening and night of good hard fucking. 

She was casually seated with the windows at her back, leaning partially on the arm of the couch. It was totally dark by now and the living room was lit by the 'soft mood lighting' selection of the computerized light controls. I was seated only a couple of feet from her in a chair. She was still wearing that incredible gown, the slits in the side open almost all the way to her hips, showing the tops of her stockings against her white thighs. The thought struck me that no one could possibly teach her these things and that she was just a natural! Some would see her as a slut. I guess she was, but being a slut could be a good thing as well as bad. She was willing and able to realize what she wanted and work towards making it happen. 

"Will you listen to me again? I know you aren't very happy about this. I didn't do it deliberately, I was just so happy and excited that I had to tell the girls." She looked down into her own drink almost shyly, although how she could feel shy in that dress holding that pose, I couldn't imagine. "As a matter of fact, didn't you wonder why all the girls were outside hanging around at school when you picked me up today?" 

I rubbed my forehead with my hand, and she giggled. "It's not THAT bad! The girls were just happy to see ME so happy, they managed to get the story out of me. They figured that it HAD to be sex, and one of them had seen you pick me up to go check out used cars. One thing led to another, the next thing I knew I was telling them all about it!" 

The picture of these teen coeds sitting around discussing the details of our passionate fucking was having a definite effect on me. Aimie still assumed that I was upset, but I was really slightly amused and flattered. I was in good shape and a handsome man, but didn't feel nearly as attractive as I had when I was her age. 

"Of course, when I saw Ellen and Carrie the next day, I had a big smile on my face. They started teasing me, saying that I looked like I had just gotten fucked! The next thing I knew, I was telling them about how glorious it was! Thank God we were in Ellen's apartment and Anne wasn't around. I swore them to secrecy and told them everything. EVERYTHING!" She was looking at me as I watched her tell her story. She paused to make sure that I had understood her emphasis. I asked her what she meant, and she explained that she had described in great detail how much pleasure I had shown her. I felt my face getting hot as I imagined these friends of Anne's sitting around discussing her father's cock as it pleasured Aimie's pussy. I was beginning to feel slightly remote as if this were happening to someone else. 

"Ellen and Carrie both thought it was great! I think at first that they were a little shocked until I told them how great it was. It didn't seem to freak them out or anything." She giggled again and looked down for a second. "You know, Jackie's dad made a pass at Ellen one time years ago when we were only fifteen. Now THAT would have been a bad thing!" She saw my shocked look. "He was drunk and upset at Jackie's mom who was screwing around on him. It didn't really mean anything, he didn't really do much except make some suggestive remarks!" 

"We girls got used to boys chasing us years ago. Just because boys turn into men doesn't change things! You're all still interested. And that's a good thing! We wouldn't be very happy if you weren't!" 

Despite my unease at the situation, I had to admit that what she had said so far actually made some sense. She was making it all sound reasonable. Being single myself, I knew what a difference great sex makes when you are used to not having it. And I didn't have her background with sexual disasters either. 

I told her what I had been thinking, explaining that I wasn't upset and that I understood how she had been so happy that she couldn't wait to tell her friends. I also confessed that it was probably the greatest compliment I had ever been given. With a small "Thank Goddd!!" she jumped of the couch and onto my lap and began kissing my face. 

"You don't know how SCARED you had me! You looked like a stone statue sitting there listening to me! You weren't doing that on purpose, were you??" 

I assured her I hadn't. The feel of her tight ass on my dick was making it stiffen and lengthen. She immediately felt it and slowly rubbed and squirmed as I ran a hand up her dress although I was unable to get any higher than her thighs. I massaged the tops of her stockings and slid my hand under the straps that ran up to her garter belt. 

"You know, your wearing this garter belt is a big compliment too. Most women don't like them and say they're too uncomfortable. Thank you for wearing it. They may be old, but they're still effective." 

"OH, they aren't that bad. I like the way they make me feel, like a beautiful package that every man wants to open." She giggled again, that sexy sound that girls her age can get by with. "I think maybe some of those guys tonight wanted to 'open' me, didn't you get that feeling?" 




Friends of My Daughter Ch. 03



"Oh yeah!! Definitely! I was worried about one of them hitting me over the head and throwing you over their shoulder. I also thought of the Clapton song about a woman in a red dress. You DO look wonderful tonight!" She showed me her appreciation with a long and smoldering kiss that must have lasted for minutes. She finally pulled away with a small gasp. 

"WOW!" She rested her head on my right shoulder as I pulled my hand

from under her hem and slowly ran it up her thigh, gently squeezing and rubbing my way over her hip and up her thin waist to cup her left breast. The nipple instantly hardened into my palm and I could almost hear her purr with pleasure. 

"Godddddd that feels so good! No wonder I'm always wet around you!" I weighed the gravity-defying object in my hand, marveling at the resiliency and warmth of it. She really did have world class tits and I hadn't been paying nearly enough attention to them. I didn't want her to think that I didn't appreciate them so I slowly slid her dress off her shoulders and peeled it down to her waist along with the thin undergarment that she still had one beneath it. Her small but absolutely gorgeous chest was on display for me. She lifted her head to help me pull it down but placed her head back on my shoulder as soon as her tits were exposed to my attention. 

As I fondled her nipples they quickly came to full attention. Little sighs of pleasure escaped her as my hands showed their appreciation of her. She nuzzled my neck to encourage me to continue, planting small kisses and occasionally licking me with her tongue. I switched occasionally from one to the other and her ass slit slowly started to rub the head of my cock again. 

"You know, you're as bad as I am. Here we are again, giving the neighborhood a free show. Do you think they'll like it?" 

"If any of them are male, over the age of six and under a hundred they will!" Her tight dress was still clinging to her ass cheeks and I cupped them in my right hand and began lightly pinching her nipples and stretching them out before giving them a little twist. Not enough to hurt her, of course, just enough to provide pleasure. 

"Think of all those guys who were having problems walking in Friday's. Here I am, getting to enjoy all that beauty that they can only dream of." Her eyes closed with a small moan and she snuggled even closer. 

"That's not fair. That makes me so HOT! You know I'm a tease!" 

"I'll bet most of them had you undressed in their minds in ten seconds. Could you feel their eyes on your body like feathery little touches?" She pulled my head around and sucked my tongue into her mouth. Incredibly, it appeared that she was nearing a climax by having me play with her tits and talk to her! When she released my mouth, her head once again cuddled into my neck. 

"Take my dress off." It was a faint whisper but her mouth was almost in my ear. I released her and she half rose long enough for us to both force her dress and thin top down so that they gathered around her ankles like a foamy cloud. She squirmed her way back onto me and resumed her former position. It was incredibly erotic to hold this lingerie clad young coed on my lap as I sat fully dressed in my chair, her clothes around her ankles, discarded as unwanted and unneeded. 

I resumed fondling her as she squirmed arduously in my lap, her pretty thong almost entirely pushed to one side as she worked the head of my cock with her ass crack. She seemed short of breath, breathing loudly. Obviously, she had enjoyed our anal sex earlier and had discovered what an erogenous zone her ass hole was. 

I dropped my hand down to her pussy and began to lightly brush the top of her crack. Her hard little clit worked itself against my fingertips, and she came with a quick hard shaking of her lithe body. I felt like coming myself from her sheer animalistic pleasure. She roughly pulled my lips to hears as she moaned sweetly into my mouth. 

It was not a huge orgasm, but one of the most memorable that I have ever seen a woman enjoy. She collapsed against me as I cupped my hand softly around her cunt and held her, enjoying the small quivers that I could still fell. Once again I marveled at what a hot slut this young coed was! 

She recovered after a few minutes and I could feel her press her cunt lips against my hand as she again showered kisses on my neck. I lightly squeezed and massaged her pretty pussy as her hips started their slight movement again. 

"God, that was nice. Having you talk to me like that while we are giving the neighborhood another show! You took advantage of my weaknesses again!" She kissed me under my chin. "Thank you. This is the kind of thing that guys our age don't seem to understand. I don't have much experience, but Carrie and Ellen don't think so either." 

"Honey, I didn't take advantage of your weaknesses. Those are strengths!" I slipped my middle finger into her pussy, then pulled it back out and spread the wetness of her cum around and over her pussy lips. She groaned and her teeth showed as she lightly gnawed her lower lip. Her hips picked up speed as the ground her ass onto my cock. 

I was in no hurry and continued to enjoy her pussy with my left hand and her ass crack with my dick. She started talking to me, her voice low and husky. Without even listening to the words it was obvious how hot she was simply by the tone and pitch of her voice. 

"God, your hands are magic. That feeeellllls sooooo good! Slip your finger in a little. Ahhhhhh, that's goooooddd. UUUmmmmhhh! NNNNhhhhhaaaa hhhhh" I had slid my finger, covered with her mucus, out of her pussy and slowly down her crack to the sensitive area between her pussy and her ass hole. I paused for a moment and then slid it down to lightly rim her ass hole using her wetness as lubrication. I wasn't sure if her rectum was sore from it's earlier fucking I had given it, but she didn't seem to be in any pain. I slipped my finger back to her pussy without entering her ass hole. 

"Ahhhh that's heaven. When you rub my ass hole. Ittt. Feelllss so nice! You make me feel so sexy. What are you going to do with me next?" Having her whimper erotic whispers of her pleasure into my ear was such a turn on that I almost didn't catch the next part. I was now slowly sinking my finger all the way into her hot coed pussy and rubbing her clit and pussy lips with the thumb of my left hand, her white panties pushed completely to one side. As I looked down, I could see her pussy, my finger splitting the lips, framed by her garter belt, panties and hose. It was an incredibly sexy sight. 

"This.. Unnnhhhh, Goodddd! This is the reasonnnnnn mmmmmhhhh, the other girls want mmmmmhhhhhhhh, want to share you. OHHHHh God, you're going to make me cum again!" It didn't register for a second, then I froze. She continued to squirm on my finger and suck on my neck. 

"I wasn't sure I wanted to share you, but they convinced me." She started to undulate her hips, driving her tight, wet cunt farther onto my finger. "Uuuuhhhh, I can feel the knuckles offff youuuuur hand!" 

I started to think that maybe I had just imagined it, but she raised her head and kissed me on the lips. "Is that OK with you, Ed?" Another sweet kiss, her swollen lips like candy to my mouth. "It would be a good thing for you, too." 

"What are you talking about? What the hell?" 

She continued to moan and rub her tight cunt onto my finger as she explained that the other two girls had been so excited by Aimie's description of my fucking her that they wanted to enjoy it too. It seemed that the two had no steady boyfriends and felt that sex with the young college men they came into contact with was very unsatisfactory. It wasn't quite 'wham, bamm thank you mam' but close. I almost came when she admited that the selling point was her description of the taste of my cum when I had shot her mouth and throat full! 

The long and the short of it was that the girls had decided that they would rotate weekends with me. I would be offered a different young coed friend of my daughter each weekend, with the understanding that it might not happen every weekend. They were sure they could keep this from Anne without any problem, although I was somewhat doubtful. 

"And I haven't even gotten to tell them about your taking my ass hole! They liked the part about you putting your finger up it. I don't think anyone has ever done that to either of them!" She seemed proud of her experience. "I told them about you sometimes making me ask for it, when I want you to do something." 

"Take me to your bedroom. I want you to fuck me in your bed. Please, we haven't done it there yet." Although I was still in shock, what man could refuse such a plea? I gathered her in my arms and rose from the chair. She was so small that this presented no problem. She continued to whisper erotic words in my ear as I carried her past the open glass of the windows. I thought to myself that she probably found that a little bit of a turn on; I sure did. I wondered if the young boy from the neighbor's house, or perhaps even my neighbor himself was outside watching. If they were, they certainly got an eyeful! 

Aimie murmured into my ear. "I want to leave my stockings and shoes on. Don't make me take them off. My garter belt, too. Is that as exciting for a man as it is for me? Oh, you have so much to teach us!" 

In only a few minutes, I had her ass hanging over the side of my bed with my head between her thighs, her straight black hair spread like a wash of ebony around her head. The lingerie that she wore only enhanced her considerable natural beauty. This lovely young thing quivering on my tongue had just given me the biggest fantasy that most men my age dream of, that of guilt free sex with numerous attractive young coeds. And while I was obviously both thrilled and nervous about this, strangely enough I could understand the girl's logic behind this strange situation. 

They wouldn't stop dating boys their age. They just wouldn't be so horny that they would end up fucking some guy that they otherwise wouldn't have slept with. Instead, they could enjoy screwing a man that they had known for years, someone that they all liked, respected, trusted and that they all thought was attractive. And she had giggled as she added that they already knew that I could provide satisfaction. As Aimie had described it, it would be totally voluntary on everyone's behalf. 

My head was spinning, both from trying to digest this new situation and the smell and sight of Aimie's spread pussy. I kissed my way up one side of her swollen lips and down the other, stopping only for a few seconds to kiss both sides of her swollen clit. She groaned and writhed on the bed as I worked her outer lips and occasionally dropped down to gently kiss her sweet smelling ass hole. It was almost as if she scrubbed herself every few minutes, she was so clean. 

As I continued to enjoy her pussy, I felt her smooth stockings slide over my shoulders as her feet, still in her heels, came up to rest against my neck on my shoulders. This allowed her to rest her legs but at the same time keep her thighs wide apart to give me access to her sweet pussy. A small stream of her delightful juice leaked from her cunt and flowed down between the outer lips towards her ass hole that was already glistening from those drops I had missed. I regularly licked from her ass hole to her pussy to catch the overflow, parting her warm lips, which were just starting to peel apart as her excitement continued to build. 

I was still amazed at the tightness of her pussy. She was built small, but it seemed almost incredible that her pussy could be so tight. As her pussy lips gaped slightly open, I could see the source of her lubricating precum ooze from her tiny cunt. It didn't seem large enough to allow access to even my little finger, but I remembered how hot and wet it had felt when I slid my cock into it. As her outter lips peeled themselves back, I placed the tip of my tongue in her cunt and gently penetrated her. This brought her hands to my head as she twined her fingers in my hair and held my head against her slit. As if I were going to try to go anywhere! 

Pulling out of her, I used my right hand to pull the skin back from the top of her slit, making her clit stand up and beg for attention. I licked each side of it, then stroked it up and down with the flat of my tongue. Her high heels pulled my head harder against her and my lips circled her clit. I sucked on it as she shrieked and convulsed through an orgasm. As soon as her ankles reduced the pressure on my neck, I moved lower and sucked the creamy cum from her cunt. This set off another orgasm that allowed me to quench my thirst with more of her sweet juices. 

In the next half-hour or so, she must have cum five or six times as I continued to dine on the finest meal I have ever had. For a while, I would tease her by gently kissing or nibbling and then would push her over the edge by using more pressure and force on her clit. The middle finger if my right hand was buried in her tight snatch, which usually had such a hold on it that I found it hard to remove it even with her copious lubrication. Now and then, I would slow down and spend a few minutes kissing and licking her inner thighs where they joined her pelvis. 

In the end, she weakly pushed me away, croaking that she couldn't stand any more. I curled up beside her and held her in my arms as she continued to occasionally quiver with small after shocks. Although my cock was still as hard as iron, I let her fall asleep on my chest. I don't think that I enjoyed myself as much as she had. But I do enjoy eating pussy, and the pleasure that I had achieved was enough for now. We fell asleep with her lying by my side with her head and shoulders on my chest, her nylon clad leg stretched across mine. 

When I woke up I was confused. I had been dreaming about fucking Aimie, her on top of me and lowering that hot, wet coed pussy onto my stiff cock. That wasn't exactly what was happening. Instead, she was kneeling between my legs and slurping and drooling as she drove my dick down her throat. A moan escaped me as I felt the head of my cock work it's way down her throat while she tried to swallow me. I could feel her tongue flutter against the underside of me as her lips ran almost all the way to the base. Saliva drooled from the corners of her tight stretched lips when she worked her head up and down an inch or two, fucking her throat onto me. 

After a short time, she lifted her head and slowly let my spit soaked cock slide from her throat. She paused with the last inch or two in her mouth and twirled her tongue around the head. When she finally removed her mouth from me she paused long enough to gently kiss my cock head. Pursing her lips, she used the blunt head to force them open and then fucked her lips gently back and forth while she stuck her tongue in the crack. 

"About time you woke up! I thought you were going to sleep through this. Maybe I'm not doing it right!" She giggled one of her sexy giggles, and pulled herself up and crawled up my body, locking her lips to mine. 

"Fuck me now please. Take me any way you want. Just fuck me, please. I'll beg if you want me to!" 

I rolled her off me and pulled her to the side of the bed. Her nylon clad legs parted as if she had been doing this for years instead of days as she spread her legs almost into a straight line, offering her young cunt to my cock. She used her hands behind her knees to hold herself apart while her pretty face glowed with raw lust. She was so hot and wet that her cunt lips were gaping open even though they were only as wide as the head of my dick. Her entire slit was soaking wet from her flowing cunt juice. 

I stood for a moment, admiring her perfection. She was a combination of young innocence and pure slut. Her face was amazingly sweet and young, the face of the high school senior or college coed who lived next door even while it was overlaid with a mask of pure desire. Her nipples were swollen and standing at attention, sticking at least a half-inch from the surrounding aureoles. The lacy white garter belt she wore emphasized her slim waist and helped to contrast her shiny black cunt hair. Her small white hands pulled her legs so far apart that the muscles and tendons in the back of her firm thighs were distended slightly as she held herself open in offering to me. 

Even though she wanted fucked badly, she still was enough of an exhibitionist to enjoy my staring at her young body. A small smile lit her face as she continued to hold herself apart for me. Slowly, her ass lifted from the bed as she fucked herself up into the air, begging me without saying a word. I couldn't refuse her. 

Bending low, I once again tasted her as I slowly licked from her ass hole to her clit, pausing to kiss and suck it for a second. She groaned loudly and fucked her pussy up to me. I lifted up over her stomach, grinding my chest and stomach on her clit. She continued to make noises as she bit her lower lip. When I reached her mouth, the only parts of our bodies touching was our lips, my chest slightly rubbing her erect nipples, and the head of my dick rubbing the lips of her leaking cunt. 

As I rubbed the head up and down her slit I heard whining sounds that it took me a minute to realize were coming from her throat. Although she was trying to catch my cock with her pussy, lifting it to try and force it down inside her, she didn't let go of her knees or try to wrap herself around me. I realized that she was making an offer of herself to me. This pretty coed had meant it when she said she wanted me to take her however I wanted. I didn't understand if this was an apology for springing all this on me tonight or it was just a thank you for the extended pussy eating. 

I continued to rub the head of my cock between her sweet pussy lips, coating it with her thick juice. Then lifting myself up from her hot body, I moved around and crawled onto the bed. Her eyes got a little larger in her lust twisted face, but she continued to hold her legs wide apart as I held my now dripping dick to her red lips. Without hesitating, she lifted her head and sucked the slime off the head, then forced her lips as far down the shaft as she could in her awkward position. I watched in fascination as her lips worked their way up and down. Each time they slipped off the head, she would purse them together to provide resistance for my pleasure, making the cap of my cock force them back apart on the way to the back of her throat. As her throat was not lined up, there was no way that it would go down it but she allowed me to force it in as far as it would go. Her tongue swirled as she licked the shaft. 

As she continued to fuck her pretty face with my cock, I reached my hand over between her wide-open legs and palmed her steaming hot pussy. A muffled squeal vibrated in her throat around the cock stuffed into it. I slid my hand slowly down her slit to her ass hole and stuck the first digit of my middle finger into her rectum. She shook and quivered, her ass moving slightly onto my finger as she made involuntary movements to try to increase her pleasure. Even with this much temptation her mouth never stopped fucking itself lovingly up onto my cock, forcing her face onto me until it bumped into the back of her throat. Even though I pride myself on my control, I almost lost it and pumped her throat full of my hot cum. 

When I pulled out of her mouth, her lips clung to the head, not wanting to let it go. As I positioned myself over this hot little slut's pussy, her mouth was now hanging open in obvious lust, saliva and her own cream coating her lips. 

"OHHH hhhhh fuckkk mmmeeee! Pleeeeeese, ED, FUCK me. I neeeeddd it. Takeee meeeee. Fuckkk my pussy, my asshooole, my mooouuutthhh!!! Do whattteever you want. JUST FUCK ME!! I'm begginng you." 




Friends of My Daughter Ch. 03



This was delivered in a low moaning monotone voice. She was still holding her legs part as her eyes begged me as plainly as her words. I had never seen a woman as in heat as much as her. Some of the words were unintelligible, just sounds of pure lust from this lovely girl. I could no longer hold back. Leaning forward, I located the mouth of her cunt with the head of my saliva soaked prick, holding it there for a few seconds. Her stretched thighs were trembling with desire, but she continued to hold herself open for my pleasure and wait for me to take her. The mouth of her cunt twitched and spasmed, as if trying to chew on the head of my cock. 

With no warning, I slammed my cock full depth into her tight pussy. It was very well lubricated so that despite the tightness it slid home all the way to her cervix. I held myself in place, feeling the unbelievable heat from her as her cervix fluttered against the head, trying to squeeze cum from my balls. Aimie screamed and writhed as a massive orgasm hit her with the first stroke. The walls of her cunt wrapped around the shaft, feeling even tighter than her mouth sucking on me. Only by the strongest force of will did I keep from shooting my load into her writhing teen-age cunt. Still, although her legs were slipping a little, she still managed to hold herself open as a gift to me. 

For the next five minutes, I hammered into her wet clinging pussy with no mercy. She came and came, seeming to be held in the grip of one continuous orgasm. Her hips willingly rolled her pussy up into the violence of my down-strokes but her hands continued to hold her knees. Little yelps escaped her lips each time I bottomed out in her cunt. Her inner pussy lips would fold in with each stroke, then pull out as they clung to my cock. They clung so tightly that although she was full of her cream and my precum, they wiped my cock clean of almost all of our combined juices in spite of the speed with which I was moving. 

I finally slowed to a stop, her spongy tight walls clinging to me as I let my dick soak in her heavenly cunt. She was still hold her legs apart, although by now I was sure she had forgotten why. I pulled her hand from behind her left knee and without pulling out of her, passed it in front of by body, forcing her onto her side. She had that out of body look in her eyes telling me that she was aware of nothing else but my prick buried to the hilt in her cunt. As she rolled to her right she automatically arched her back to keep me as far inside her as possible, forcing her cunt and ass hole as far out as she could get them. She was bent at the waist allowing me full access to her slit. 

I enjoyed the view of her cunt wrapped around me as I slowly started fucking her again. She was lying on her side, her eyes closed. Had it not been for the "UUUhhhhh" sounds from her and the automatic motion her hips made as she fucked back to me, I would have thought that she had passed out. I knew that I didn't have long left to me. 

I reached down to her pretty puckered ass hole, slick with perspiration and the juices that had escaped from her while I was fingering her pussy. I rimmed it for a few seconds, then slid my middle finger all the way in, rubbing through the membrane to feel my cock being held tightly in her pussy. She squealed again, her pussy and ass clenching down on me as she came again. There was no holding back the floods of cum that had started building all day since I had first seen her in her lingerie. I could hear myself shouting as my cock pumped load after load into her sweet young pussy. Even though it was clenched tightly around me sucking the cum from the shaft, her pussy lips finally started to leak our juices as it was filled to it's capacity. 

I stayed in her for a few minutes, leaning on my hands and resting my abdomen on her hip. Finally, I kissed her sweaty face as I pulled from her. A flow of cum gushed from her and flowed across her thigh onto the bed. I guess I would have to change the sheets before the maid came in on Tuesday. Without bothering to stop the flow from her now empty pussy, Aimie cuddled up to me without a word except "Thank you.".



Friends of My Daughter



"I uhh, well I don't know how to say this." She suddenly leaned over and put her head on my shoulder. I put an arm up and put it around her, holding her to me. 

"Tell me whatever you feel like. I'll listen to you. If you don't want to, that's OK too." She kissed my neck, and I swear I could feel her smiling. 

Aimie started talking. "I know that guys find me attractive. I've had boyfriends, and I know they've wanted to sleep with me from the time I was fourteen and started to get tits. I didn't have sex anyone till last year, though. My parents were always checking up on me, and it never seemed to work out. I gave guys, uhh, hand jobs when I was fifteen, just to keep them from attacking me sometimes. For a while, that seemed to be enough. Then, by the time I was sixteen, that didn't seem to be enough. Remember when I was going out with Scott?" The picture of the arrogant little "schmuck" that she had dated and I had seen a time or two went through my mind. He had been so proud of himself, pimples and skinny chest and all. 

"Yeah, I didn't really care for him. I was so afraid that Anne would start going out with him. I wondered how your dad let you date him." 

She giggled again sounding much less afraid. "He didn't know about him. He wouldn't have let me, had he known." A sigh. "I guess he would have been right. We were out one night, Scott had his brother's car, and we went up on the curve." The curve was actually a two-lane road that switch-backed up over a series of steep hills in the area we used to live in. It had many places where people could pull off and park, sort of a "scenic View" type of thing. Many young couples parked there to make out. 

She was now almost done with the drink I had made her, so I took it from her and set it on the table. She was starting to relax, and snuggle onto my shoulder. If she hadn't been so damn beautiful in that outfit, it would have been like holding a younger girl. She was so light, and yet had so many curves. 

"Well, I had played with him several times before, and he had cum all over my hand. One night, he was insistent that he wanted more. I started to cry, telling him I didn't dare have sex. I was probably just as excited as he was, but none of girls had figured out how to get the pill yet, so we were all cautious about fucking. We all gave our boyfriends hand jobs instead of sex." All of a sudden, she sat up and looked at me with her eyes big. "Oh my God, am I getting Anne in trouble? Oh, I didn't .." 

I kissed her on the lips, silencing her. I must admit I did feel funny, but I had figured the girls were normal and getting interested in sex about that time. "Don't worry, tonight I'm just some guy who you picked up while looking at cars. I was just so handsome that you couldn't resist me. Who the Hell is Anne?" She giggled again and laid her head on my shoulder again. "Besides, this is all normal stuff. If you girls hadn't gotten interested in sex about that time, you wouldn't have been normal. Even if a father wishes that wasn't so." 

"Well, I didn't think about it. Will it bother you if I tell you more and Anne is involved?" It took several minutes of kissing and squeezing to get her totally relaxed again, but the vodka she had drank helped. I got up and got her another drink. She happily scooted back onto my lap when I sat down. I turned on the couch, leaning back into the corner and let her stretch out, partly on top of me. My cock twitched as I got a good look at her pretty little pussy in her see through panties, but I willed myself to ignore it. 

To be honest, I had wondered about my daughters sex life. She was a busty little blonde, and I was sure that she had been making the boys in her high school hard for the last couple of years she was there, anyway. But I had tried to remember what it was like when I was in high school (even though it was a while back!) and so I had been fairly lenient with her. 

Aimie was sipping the drink, and got back to what she was saying. It was almost surreal, having her lay on me, displaying herself in her outfit and talk. "To make a long story short, Scott sort of raped me that night." I tensed up, but Aimie squeezed me and kissed my neck again. She was talking very quietly, in my left ear. "Well, he didn't really rape me, technically. He raped my mouth. I told him I wasn't on the pill, and he said I didn't have to be. I didn't understand, at first, till he pushed my face down to his cock. I had unzipped his pants, and unsnapped them to get his dick out to play with it. To be honest, I had enjoyed playing with cocks, but the only thing I had heard about sucking cocks was." Here she stopped, and kissed my ear. "when Anne had started doing it to Will. He kind of forced her the first time, but she had gotten to like it." My eyes closed for a moment. More information than I really needed to know, but at the same time it was strangely exciting. 

She continued, after a quick sip of the drink. "Scott had me by the neck, and he was stronger than I would have thought. As he was pushing my head down, I kept thinking that Anne liked it now, so maybe I should try it. I knew some of the guys were calling other girls 'Cocksucker' in a not very nice way, but then again, I'm an adventurous kind of girl, why not? I reached out and kissed it as I got close, he didn't have to push my neck any more. It didn't taste like I had thought, it kind of tasted like it had smelled in the past. No, it always smelled a little, I don't know, musty or something. It didn't taste too bad, there was a little bit of fluid on the end and it kind of stuck to my lips when I kissed the head. I ran my tongue across my lips, and got used to the taste." 

"Before long, I was kissing it and licking the head. I found out that if I ran my tongue down the bottom side of it, he must of really liked it cause he started to moan. This was getting to be fun, and I scrunched my knees up under me to get more comfortable as I started to go to work on him. I put the head in my mouth, and he had to tell me not to really suck, just slip it in." By now, I was getting uncomfortably hard. Aimie was lying so that my cock was nestled almost in her crotch. She could feel how hard I was getting and giggled as she rolled to one side a little. One of her little hands reached down and started to run lightly over my dick. I moaned slightly, and she kissed my neck and face. "At least I'm not boring you, am I?" 

"I'm sorry, I just can't help it.." I started to say. She kissed me deeply on the mouth, then said without moving away "It's OK, Ed, I understand. I'm getting warm again myself. I just need to tell you this." 

"I was starting to really enjoy sucking his cock. It felt so tight, so hard. I would suck on it for a little bit, then kiss up and down on it. I always ended up kissing the head last, I liked the way that the stuff oozing out of it would stick to my lips so I could lick it off. It seemed so creamy and smooth, I didn't understand at the time why men did that. Then I would stick as much of it as I could get in my mouth again, running my tongue around it the whole time. Scott was moaning full time now, and to be honest, I was pretty wet myself. This didn't seem like a bad thing at all." 

She stopped rubbing my dick, and put her head on my shoulder again. You know, it seems like such a small thing. But when a woman puts her head on your shoulder like that, it seems to be natural thing; you can't help but feel protective and manly. I don't know what it is. 

"He was getting more and more excited, and all of a sudden he grabbed my head and forced it farther down. I hurt, I couldn't breath, and it seemed like he was going to punch a hole in my throat. I panicked, and started to fight him but he held me down as he started to cum." She shivered a little. "I was choking, and couldn't breathe. He was cumming and cumming, it seems like it was gallons. I finally got off him, and coughed up a bunch of his cum on the floor and seat." She tensed a little bit, then continued. 

"You know what, the only thing that asshole was worried about was that his brother would knock him around because of the mess. I was crying, and so pissed off that I got out of the car and walked home." She was crying now, I could feel the tears on my shoulder. I hugged her, thinking again how strange this was. Holding a friend of my daughter, in her see-through black outfit I had bought her, and comforting her. I couldn't help it, maybe it was the father in me coming out. 

"Aimie, I'm so sorry. Guys can be such dickheads some times. You are a VERY sexy young lady, and when a guy gets sexually excited, they quit thinking with their big head and start thinking with their other head." The whole time, I'm thinking about what I was going to do that little asshole if I ever saw him again. 

She giggled again. "Well, I understand a little better now. I still give head, I just don't enjoy it as much as Anne and the other girls. I don't do it as often as they do, either." Another giggle. "Want me to shut up, or tell you the rest?" 

"Honey, I told you that you could tell me whatever you want. And who the hell is this Anne chick?" 

"OK. Well, that was when I was sixteen. It was not the best experience I ever had, but at least Scott didn't go around telling about it at school like some of the guys did. It kind of threw me off guys, though. Remember that everyone was a little surprised that I quit dating for a while? Well, that's why." 

She was rubbing my cock again, and it had grown back to it normal size when something nice happened. She slowly began working the zipper down, and started working on the snap on my pants. I let her do it herself, trying to concentrate on her story. I couldn't figure out what was next, or where this was going. 

"I started dating again after a while, and that's when I met George. I don't know if you ever met him, I don't think so." I shook my head no, and she raised her lips to mine for a long deep kiss. Her lips were still so soft and warm. She had the snap on my pants undone, and was slowly running her hand under my shorts. I realized, all of a sudden, that she remembered an awful lot about me from when she was growing up. 

"George was so cute, and I thought that was the most important thing in those days. He was blonde, my hair was so black. He was on the basketball team, and all the girls wanted to date him. And he wanted to date me. Or truthfully, I think he wanted to date either Anne or me. Anne was still seeing that bozo Will, so I guess I won by default." Her hand was now wrapped around the head of my cock, and she could feel how sticky I was. She almost absently, without thinking, rubbed the precum into the head as I moaned lightly and my hips moved a little. I tried not to, but couldn't help it. 

"We dated for a couple of weeks. We had gone to the clinic and gotten on the pill, but I was still a virgin. Some of the other girls had already gotten their boyfriends to fuck them, but I hadn't. I thought it would be so romantic to do it with the perfect boy, and George seemed to be the one. So one night, when his parents were going out, we went to his house. I was wearing a nice outfit, with some pretty little panties that I wanted to take off for him." Her hand was now fisting my cock, and slowly moving up and down. Occasionally she would stop and get some of the precum and lubricate her hand with it. I was starting to have trouble concentrating on what she was saying, but I was still trying. 

"I thought he would light some candles or something, and make it romantic. Instead, he almost threw me on their couch, tore the clothes off me. He didn't even hardly kiss me. It was like I was a piece of meat. Instead of being romantic, it was horrible. It hurt pretty bad, and then he got upset when I bled." She was squeezing my dick pretty hard, and I almost wanted to pull her hand off. Instead, she sighed, laid her head back on my shoulder and continued speaking. 

"That was the limit of my sexual experiences in high school. I couldn't bring myself to do it again. Unlike Scott, George had to tell everyone in school how he 'fucked that little Jap pussy' and 'got some Jap cunt'. I was so humiliated that I didn't even date anymore. The other girls tried to get me to, and told me how wonderful fucking was. But none of them had had the kind of experience that I had. Anne's first time was with Will, and he was so small that I don't think it would have bothered anyone. George wasn't that big, not nearly as big as you, but it was big enough to hurt." She was stroking me again, and looked down to watch herself. So did I, and the sight was almost enough to make me loose control. Her little pussy was only a few inches from my cock, and I could see her little nipples were standing out pretty well. I was glad to see that she was affected by her own story, maybe just not as much as me. 

"Aimie, I am really sorry. I know that a lot of young guys do things like that. I'm not trying to make excuses for the two of them. In fact, I'd like to find the two of them and beat the shit out of them." This got another giggle. "In some countries, they send the young girls to older men for their first time. I don't know how good an idea that is, but some people say it works. A young girl is one of the sexiest things in the world. Mind you, not too young! I'm not talking thirteen or anything." Another giggle. 

"Would you believe that I was thinking about you when I was thirteen?" I was shocked into stillness. Not even her hand still moving on my dick was enough to make me move. I pulled away from her slightly, and looked at her face. She was almost laughing at me. "Shocked you, didn't I? Well it's true. You were so cool to us girls. Remember the time you took us to the amusement park, and hung around with us while we acted like fools? How many of our parents would have done the same? How many of our parents do you think we would have agreed to go to an amusement park and be seen in public with? I think all the girls fantasized about you at one time or another." She looked at me for a second, then continued. "Even Anne. She didn't tell most of the girls, but she told me that is one reason why she is so mad at her mother since you guys got divorced. She can't understand why she would want to let you go." Her hand had never stopped moving, and I closed my eyes. It was almost too much. This little sexpot had been fantasizing about me for years, probably while she was playing with that sweet little pussy that was just inches away. Had my own daughter been lying in her bedroom frigging herself thinking about me? What about the rest of the girls? 

"I don't understand. You girls were so popular, you could have had any of the boys you wanted. Why me? I'm not exactly a sex symbol or anything. I'm not disgusting or anything, but why me?" Aimie raised her lips to mine, this time pressing her tit into my chest as she ran her tongue around the inside of my mouth. 

"You know, girls aren't always interested in what men are. I know that guys like my body and my face. We're interested in guys bodies too, don't think were not. But it is more important what you do with what you've got than what you've got. I'm not making any sense, but you were someone who went out in the world and made something of yourself. I know the family that you came from, it wasn't the best. You rose above that, and didn't make any excuses.' 

"Also, you didn't treat us girls as if we were some kind of little nitwits. You would talk to us, as if what we said was important. And it didn't hurt that you had a REALLY great ass from riding that bicycle all the time!" Definitely a giggle. 

I pulled her on top of me, pulling her hand away from my hard cock. Her hands came up around my neck, my cock slid up between those creamy smooth thighs, and we kissed for a while. I was pulling and kneading her ass, enjoying the way that I could make her moan and tremble by pulling her down until my cock was rubbing her wet little pussy slit. I could feel the immense heat coming from her pussy. If we didn't stop before long, I was going to lay a string of cum up her back that would make Old Faithful ashamed. 

After a few minutes of this, she pulled away slightly. She didn't move her pussy away, making small hip movements to keep my cock from rubbing her pussy lips. 

"Let me talk some more" she gasped. "Why talk now. Let's talk later."

"No. I told you all of this for a reason. Let me get my breath back." 

After a few minutes of lying on my chest, she kissed the hair where my shirt was open at the top. She was so sweet and tender about it I almost came. "Don't you want to know why I told you all of this? I have never told anybody about some of the stuff that I told you tonight. The other girls would have a fit if they knew I told you about their little fantasies! Hell, I think that Ellen was going to try to seduce you one time when we were seniors, if you hadn't still been married. It was obvious to all of us you were terribly unhappy." 

She seemed to have gotten better control of herself now, and had closed those lovely thighs around my dick. The thought struck me that my cock was now where I had wished my hand could be not long ago. She would somehow work those smooth thighs just a little, and push my cock deeper into her slimy little slit every so often. Then she would rotate her ass down, letting the head run up her ass crack. While doing this, she was very sweetly kissing my chin and neck. God, this girl was unbelievable! 

"I finally decided the other day, when we were at Anne's, that I wanted to do something about my feelings for you. You just laughed when she asked you if you were seeing anyone. Seeing you unhappy just about made me want to cry. You're such a nice guy, and Anne's mom is such a bitch. And I guess I've still got a thing for you." Another kiss on the mouth; not as sweet this time but with some definite heat in it. 

"There's only one problem. I wanted to tell you about this before we got this far along, but I couldn't think of a way to do it." She laid her head down again, hiding her face. She had stopped moving her hips, but kept her thighs wrapped around my prick. 

"Ed, I haven't slept with anyone since Will. I know it's crazy, but I just couldn't make myself. While I was in high school, I was still mad at him. Here in college, guys hit on me all the time but I just can't get interested in these guys. Most of them are just as arrogant as Will, and don't seem to have any more on the ball than he did. Oh, I gave a couple of them a blowjob; I can't help it, I get hot sometimes too. I'm better at it now." Another little giggle, somewhat subdued. 

"At first, I thought there must be something wrong with me. I would get so hot, I could get off by rubbing myself against the seat in high school. I would go home, while the other girls were out on dates, and watch TV and get horny. I'd end up going to my room and sticking my finger and other things up me to get off. I thought I was a real pervert for a while. Then I found out that all the other girls were doing the same thing. You know Ellen got off on the way to the amusement park when you drove us? Didn't know that did you? She had to walk around all day with her panties soaking. Served her right." 

"The real problem is that due to the fact that I'm not built very big anyway, and I haven't been fucked very much, is that I am really small. Uhh, I guess the right way to say it is my pussy hasn't been stretched out much, so I'm afraid that I will be to small for you." She was talking fast now, obviously embarrassed to have to say this. "I want you to try, but if you don't want to I'll understand." A little smile from her, as she lifted her sad little face to look at me. "I give a pretty good blowjob, and you can teach me to be better." 




Friends of My Daughter



MY GOD! This was what she was so worried about? My prick was beginning to twitch. I couldn't believe this girl! I leaned down a pulled her up to me, kissing and hugging her. I didn't even try to talk to her. I was just sure that whatever else happened tonight, she was going to cum at least a dozen times. 

I rolled her over and got up to take my clothes off. She just lay there, looking like she had melted into the fabric of the couch. I thought about taking her to the bed, but didn't think I would make it. I hurriedly pulled off my clothes, as she lay there and watched with big eyes. I threw the clothes in whatever direction was easiest, and when they were gone, I leaned down to her and started kissing those lovely tits. She arched her back, giving me free access to them the best she could. Her eyes closed and little mewing sounds came from her. The pink around the nipples was only about he size of a silver dollar, but the rubbery little nipples stuck out longer and longer as I continued to suck and nip at them. I would take one in my mouth and suck on it to extend it out, then get it wet and blow lightly on it. She would shake a little when I did that. I had noticed in her conversation that no one had apparently paid much attention to her getting off or what her pleasure points were. It was pretty clear that her nipples were very sensitive. 

Her tits were not very big, but they were beautifully shaped. There was no sag to them, and they must have been about 34 B's. She would never have to worry about them sagging, and if she didn't want to wear a brassiere, they would look wonderful under whatever she had on. Even if the nipples weren't standing at attention as they were now. 

I kissed my way down her flat stomach, enjoying the feeling of the smooth fabric against her even smoother skin. Her stomach kind of fluttered as I kissed it, and I looked up to see her looking back at me. Her face was framed between the two little towers of her erect nipples, and was beginning already to get a flushed look. My chest would occasionally bump her crotch, and she would jump and moan when it did. When I got to those lovely little panties, and the even lovelier little cunt inside it, she moaned even louder and closed her eyes. "OH Goddddd" was all she could say. 

I breathed in deeply, loving the smell of hot young pussy. Her legs were slightly open, and I kissed the inside of her knees as I pushed her legs apart. The fabric between her legs was soaking wet, and the chill of the air hitting it made her moan deep in her throat. I had to stop again and just look at the hot picture she made. Her hair was fanned out from her head, black and straight. The pretty little nothing that she was wearing was soaking wet over her nipples, which were attempting to poke holes in the fabric. It was in disarray, as I had not been too careful about it. Her ass was on the edge of the couch, with her feet on the floor still in her high heels. Her legs were spread with her pretty pussy leaking enough juice that it was running down the crack of her ass to her asshole. The thin fabric of her panties was stuck to her crack. The little patch of cunt hair was puffing up the fabric a little. It was a thin stripe, just above the beginning of her slit. 

I had been looking at her for a few seconds without moving, and she opened her eyes to look at me. I smiled and lowered myself down to her crotch. I ran my finger from her cunt hair, down over her clit and drug it through her crack. She closed her eyes again, and humped her hips trying to capture it with her cunt lips. I ran it all the way down to her asshole, and rubbed it lightly. She gasped at that, and then slowly began to rotate her ass in time to my finger. The feeling of power was overwhelming. 

I continued to enjoy this young beauty's crotch for a few minutes, staying away from her clit as I didn't want her to come just yet. Anticipation was half the fun in a case like this. She had never mentioned an orgasm, and I wondered if she had ever been able to get herself off before. It didn't appear that anyone else had, or had even tried. I would run my finger up her slit to her clit, then stuff some of the slimy panty fabric between her cunt lips and pull it back out. I would then stick about a half inch of my finger into her, and play with her inner lips. In a few minutes, her outer lips were gaping open, and I had even easier access. I also ran my finger down to her asshole and pressed in; not hard enough to scare her, but just enough to make her aware of the nerve endings in it. There was a constant stream of moans and sighs from her, with occasional "OHHH, mmmm" sounds. I don't think I've ever enjoyed sex more than I did at that time. 

Finally, I reached up and started to pull her panties off her. Her hips rose slowly as she lifted her ass up to help me get them off her. There was no hesitation in her now. Too small or not, in her mind, she wanted whatever she was going to get. I think if a marching band had come through the room, she wouldn't have notice or cared. The fact that she had been running around in my living room with wearing only a man's wet dream of an outfit and was now willingly letting me pull her panties off in front of a glass wall was enough of a signal of her desire. She didn't care if anyone was outside watching, and neither did I. I was going to fuck her, and if anyone was out there watching, good for them. 

I pulled her right leg out of the panties, and left them on her left leg. They were light and small enough that she didn't even notice. I have always thought that a women getting screwed with her panties still half on is one of the sexiest things. But then, I guess we all have our own little kinks. I guess it's one of the reasons men think lingerie is so sexy. 

I picked up her legs and put her feet on my shoulders. I think this works really well for eating pussy, as it allows a woman to hold her knees spread as wide apart as possible without any strain. It also allows her to pull your face into her cunt if she likes what you are doing. As I love to eat pussy, I seem to get a lot of that. I moved my head closer, and enjoyed the smell of hot teen pussy as I started to kiss the inside of thighs, right where they met her cunt. GOD, she tasted sweet. 

"WWWhat are you doing. Ohhhhh, MMMYYY GODDDD, that's good." She was responding very well. I continued to kiss and work my way up to her clit. Without touching it, I kissed around it, and finally gave it a small lick. She twitched as if she had been electrocuted, then her ankles behind my neck started to tighten. It was clear that she wanted more of that, but I wasn't ready to let her cum yet. This was WAY too much fun. I started to lick her cunt lips, and then ran my tongue from her asshole to her clit. She started to shake more, and her ankles were starting to hurt my neck. "Do you like this, Aimie? Does it feel as good for you as me? Tell me, talk to me. What do you want?" 

"MMMM please, Please." 

"Tell me, " lick, lick "talk to me. You've got to tell me. It's OK, just tell me." I licked her outer lips again, and then stuck the end of my tongue into her and worked it up and down a few times. 

"AHHHHH Jesus, please do that ... ah. again." I complied, and suddenly she was talking to me, when she had the breath and wasn't moaning or groaning. "Please, lick my clit, oh Godnnnnnn. I need it... mmmmm..please. PLEASE." 

Her clit was sticking out like the end of an eraser. I reminded me of her nipples, and I looked up to see. They were even harder and longer. Her pretty face was now screwed up into a grimace, almost as if she were in pain. I knew that now was the time. I reached down to her clit with two fingers and slid them on either side, using her cunt lips to rub it with. Her back stiffened, and her mouth hung partly open. I put my lips to it, and began kissing and sucking lightly on it. She lasted about ten seconds of moaning and low screaming, and then stiffened and her legs pulled me into her even harder. Her hands were now in my hair, pulling with amazing strength. She got quieter, with some sounds that seemed to be coming through clenched teeth. I was busy lapping up all the wonderful juice that came pouring out of her. This lasted about thirty seconds, and then she collapsed. Ahh, another job well done. 

I gave her no chance to recover, I started my finger into her pussy as it was still clenching. As I ran it into her, she started lifting her hips again to allow me better access. "OHHMMMM NOT yet, ooooooohHHHHH " was about all that came out of her. I was in seventh heaven. Believe it or not, there are those women out there who are so inhibited that they can't enjoy having someone eat them out. They get uptight about it that they will actually fight you and not enjoy it. I really enjoy it, it is a great way to give a woman pleasure while getting just about as much yourself. Aimie obviously was one of those who could enjoy a good pussy licking. I hoped that she would enjoy the rest of the evening as much. 

I was now sliding my finger deeper and deeper into her, as I licked her cunt. I was careful to not go to crazy on her clit, as some women are extremely sensitive after they come. She was right about being tight, I had never felt a cunt that was so tight. It was also the hottest little pussy I had ever felt, and one of the wettest. I fucked her with my finger, not going in more than two inches and curving it slightly on the way out to catch her inner lips. She was now fucking her hips onto my finger, and she moaned as my finger went in and sighed as it came out. I used my other hand and slid it under her ass, picking it up. She willingly raised up, and I slid a second finger down to rub her asshole. "MMYyyy whhhhatttt are yyouoo ..." was all she said, as she tried to raise her head to look, then let it fall back to one side. Her hands were still holding my head in place, and as my finger slid into her ass she moaned loudly. Soon she was fucking herself onto a finger in her pussy and one in her tight, hot little ass. God I love horny teenagers!!! 

In the next fifteen or twenty minutes, she must have come at least four or five times. I really was enjoying her too much to count. Finally, she started crying and couldn't seem to stop, so I left her cunt with a final kiss and laid her out on the couch and lay down beside her. She turned to me and buried her face in my chest. I lay beside her and held her too me. She was damp with sweat and still shivering occasionally. There was hair stuck to her forehead and her face had a red cast to it. I think it was safe to say that she had enjoyed herself. I know I had. 

The smell of sweet teen-age pussy was so ripe in the air that you could cut it with a knife. I glanced down and the little panties were still hanging off her left leg. Her crotch was soaking wet, though some of it was saliva from me. I had tried to drink up all that wonderful pussy juice that I could. I may have missed a little, though. 

It was very erotic, lying there with this teen-ager wrapped around me, wearing her slut outfit half off, looking out the window and wondering if anyone had enjoyed our show. The possibility of getting caught, or at least watched added greatly to my pleasure. I realized that Aimie wasn't the only one breathing hard. As she slowly settled down, I thought that maybe she was so exhausted that she would fall asleep. Hell, guys tend to do things like that, don't we? 

Aimie had other ideas. She raised up and started kissing me, seeming to enjoy the taste of her own pussy on my face. I had thought of trying to clean myself up, but she took care of that in short order. As she was kissing and licking, she kept thanking me. I didn't argue with her, but really I should be thanking her! I didn't get the chance to taste many pussies like hers when I was younger (I wouldn't have known how good it was then), and I certainly didn't think I would get the chance now that I was literally old enough to be her father. 

My shirt was off in short order, as I leaned forward from the waist and let her pull it off me. She showed no embarrassment of her revealing clothing, or lack thereof. I reached down and palmed her perky tits, and the nipples popped back to attention. She pulled them away from my hands as she started kissing her way down my chest. I am not into weight lifting but I do work out enough that my body is in pretty good shape. I wouldn't want to do a strip show or an x-rated movie, but I don't normally feel embarrassed for a woman to see me without clothing. I must admit, with this horny little cutie I was a little hesitant, but she seemed to think it was OK. 

She was licking my nipples, kissing her way down towards by belt buckle. As she worked getting my pants down, she told me that she wanted me to teach her all about giving head. She thought that if I was able to give such pleasure with my mouth, she wanted to be able to do the same thing. I solemnly promised that I would give it careful consideration, and was rewarded with another giggle. She seemed to be very relaxed about sex now, but I thought to myself that I was going to have to be careful. She seemed to be very accepting about sex with me, trusting me. I wouldn't want to lose that trust. Another part of the eroticism of the moment was remembering her running around the house years before with my daughter, sometimes very innocently in a large t-shirt and panties. Who could have guessed, I mused, as she crawled off the couch to be able to pull my shoes, socks and pants off. My shorts didn't last much longer, and I was rewarded with another giggle as she pulled them down slowly. My cock was tenting them up in the air, and the front was soaking wet. 

"Hhhhhmmmm, is that just for me?" The shorts joined the rest of my clothes on the floor, as she pressed my legs apart and moved on her knees up between them. She was putting on a good show, but I could tell that she was a little nervous about putting me down her throat. I started talking to her, explaining that the little dickhead that she had experimented on had been right about blowing. It was surreal, as I held her head in my hand and explained the fine art of sucking cock, and how some girls even practiced deep throating with inanimate objects. Her eyes were darting back and forth between my face and cock, and her right hand moved slowly up my thigh and closed around my dick. I had to stop for a moment, and closed my eyes for a second. I was already twitching and leaking pre-cum, and as I opened my eyes Aimie was smiling confidently at me. I was pretty sure the lecture was over. 

The feel of her lips on the head as she kissed it for the first time was almost enough to make me cum. I was so hot that I didn't know how long I could stand it, but I had explained the joys of swallowing cum. I watched as she experimented, although I knew she had some experience with sucking. As she pulled her lips away, some of the pre-cum that had gathered in the crack of my cock stuck to her lips and strung out slightly as she moved. It snapped and gathered on her lips. I had to moan a little as she cleaned it up with the tip of her tongue. A small smile from her. She seemed to be taking her time, and I was perfectly willing to be her school project. 

Leaning forward, she slowly, almost delicately put her pink lips around the head and sucked it gently into the furnace of her mouth. One of her small hands slid to the base and tightened. She had listened pretty well, and wanted to practice. Her left hand moved up and lightly picked up my balls and weighed them. She seemed to be slightly fascinated by the feel of them, and continued to fondle them as she got about two inches of my dick into her mouth. Her eyes were closed as she concentrated on the taste and feel of my cock. As I watched, her tongue started licking the underside just beyond her lips. I had to lay my head back and grunt a little. 

Aimie started moving slightly, fucking her mouth down onto me. Shortly, she was getting more and more of me into her as she seemed to develop a taste for my cock. Lifting her head, she started to kiss and lick her way up and down, and licked and sucked lightly on my balls. I didn't know how much was experience, desire on her part, or my great advice, but she was a natural cocksucker. I gave myself up to the pleasure, as her hand on the base was enough to keep me from exploding. 

I have no idea how long I lasted, but it felt almost painful after a while. She was still not doing a really great job of deep throating me, but got an A+ for effort. She would rise up and spit on the head, then lower her mouth onto me. Her lips were slightly stretched, even though I am not particularly large. She was just built small, as she had said earlier. I could almost understand why Scott had done what he had done. She was hot, and one of the sexiest things was that she seemed to really be getting off giving a good blow job. 

As she would lower her head down, she would get about four inches into her mouth before it hit the back of her throat. She would gag, and have to pull off me, drooling spit down as she continued to try. When I explained the physics of straightening out her throat, she slowly pulled up off me with a smile and leaned back onto the coffee table. She slid slowly around until she was stretched out full length on her back, with her head pointed at my cock. She smiled sexily, and lifted a finger and curled it to bring me to her. 

What a hot little slut! I threw a couple of pillows off the couch in front of her head, and knelt down. Her hand pulled me into her mouth, and I looked down the tight body to the panties still hanging around her thigh as she engulfed me. She wasn't able to move very effectively, and that meant I had to move into and out of her. At first her right hand held the base, while her left went to my ass. Soon her right hand joined it. Small signals from her indicated when she wanted me to move in or out. Her soft lips and tongue bathed me with intense pleasure, and I leaked into her mouth and throat constantly now that she no longer held my cum back. 

As I rutted into her mouth, I leaned forward to pull and pinch on those sweet little nipples. As they grew harder and harder, she started moaning on my dick. I soon leaned a little farther down and cupped her pussy in my right hand. Separating her lips, I slid my middle finger into her tight, wet cunt. Up till then, she still hadn't gotten much more than four inches in her, but now as she twitched and stiffened, her thin arms pulled tighter on my ass. I started to feed a little more cock into her, and as her throat was lined up straight, it now started to slide in farther down her snug passage. I backed up and continued to slowly fuck it to her, and within a short time my balls were resting on her forehead. Her pussy was drooling as much as her mouth, and I was able to get two fingers into her, sawing them slowly in and out, brushing her clit every so often. 

Aimie was so hot from my fingering her pussy that she didn't even seem to realize that she now had all seven inches down her throat, and was letting me screw her mouth as I wished. She sucked and licked as she moaned out her pleasure of my finger fucking as I pulled most of it out, her lips tight enough that they bowed outward with my cock. As I drove into her throat, I could see it swell with the head as it pushed her throat tissue out of the way. I knew that I couldn't last long now that I was fucking her face, but I wanted to make her come with me if I could. The way her hips were lifting up to allow me better access and the guttural grunts and moans around my prick were indications that she was close. 

I was plumbing her hot little cunt pretty well by now, and although she was so wet it was trickling down her crack to her ass, she was still so tight that I was having a problem with only two fingers stuffed into her. I pulled the two fingers out, with a sloppy little pop, and before she could whine her complaint I twisted my hand slightly and started fucking her with my thumb. Happy sounds and feelings resumed as she once again started licking my cock head as it went in and out. 




Friends of My Daughter



I knew her asshole must be well lubricated from all the cream that was pouring out of her, so I used my middle finger to massage her asshole. Agreeable sounds resulted and even stronger action from her small sucking mouth. I started my finger up her ass, and she froze slightly as I firmly pushed most of it into her hot asshole. Her cream lubricated my finger so that although it was even tighter than her pussy, it slowly slid up into her. After a few seconds, a low animal like sound came from her as she used her hands to pull me even deeper down her throat. Her throat muscles were now clenching, as she seemed to be trying to swallow me whole. Her hips lifted her crotch to me as an offering, as I felt both her cunt and asshole tighten as she came. 

I couldn't hold back any longer. I must have shouted or screamed even as I felt the cum burn it's way from the bottom of my pole and down into her throat. I should have been polite and tried to pull out of her, but her little arms held me deep inside her throat. I felt the first gob of cum fire out, and the second and third. I was coming like I was a teen- ager myself. It was going straight down her throat, and she probably didn't even taste much of it. Her throat continued to work on the head, as her tongue moved on the shaft. Her thighs were clamped together holding my fingers tight within her. 

Slowly she released her thighs, and indicated that she wanted me to pull out of her throat. I started backing out, but as the head left her throat she stopped me and her tongue swirled around the head, cleaning any remaining traces of cum. She either practiced a lot more than she admitted or was a REAL natural. I almost passed out from the pleasure as I looked down on her at work. If I wasn't careful, this hot little slut was going to be the death of me, but what a wonderful way to go! 

As I helped her up from the table and we both collapsed back onto the couch, I suddenly remembered that my security system was recording us, from several camera angles! Although I had just come violently, my cock sprang back to attention as I thought about saving the video of this lovely young girl deep-throating me and swallowing my cum like it was the sweetest of candies. My security cameras were part of an expensive system that tracked people by their body heat, zooming in somewhat if a person stayed in one place very long. They would record this information, along with sound, onto a DVD that could record up to 72 hours before it ran out. 

We had certainly been putting off heat for quite a while now, and I was sure that it had zoomed in three different cameras in this area of the house. I just hoped it had looked as good as it had felt. I didn't know if this was going to be a one night stand or not, but if it was I wanted some high quality video to remember it by! For the rest of the night, I was going to insure that the cameras had as good an angle as possible. As I helped Aimie onto the couch, I made sure the camera in the corner by the glass wall had a nice shot up between her half open legs, so it could record the sight of her wet pussy lips, gaping slightly open and drooling. 

Maybe you will think that I am a terrible person, not only to be fucking my teen-age daughter's girl friend, but even worse to be getting it all on video. Well, I didn't plan it, I just forgot in my sexual lust about my security system. Now that I had remembered, I was going to take advantage of it, but only for my own pleasure. I would never sell it or use it in any way to hurt Aimie. Remembering this in the future would be very pleasurable. 

She quickly noticed that I was hard again, and her little hand quickly came over and started playing with me. I could tell by the look in her eyes that she wanted to be fucked badly, but was still afraid enough that she wasn't going to take the initiative. Her hips were already moving her cunt slightly in time with her hand, but she waited almost patiently for me to take her. The cameras were getting some good stuff! In the last hour, she had cum numerous times, but the itch in her wet, tight pussy was demanding more. I had heard that some teen girls would allow you to fuck them all night if you wanted, but really didn't have the sexual drive that a woman in her twenties or thirties had; Aimie was apparently an exception. She was a hot little cunt who was willing to do anything to get fucked; apparently, waiting until now had stoked the fire to a high pitch. Also, it appeared that she had a thing for older men, which was to my benefit. 

I sat up and pulled the top of her slut outfit off, as she layed there and continued to jack lightly on my cock. I left her panties on her left thigh, and she didn't even seem to notice. She was so fuck crazy that I think I could have invited the neighbors over to watch and she wouldn't have cared. She was breathing heavily through her mouth, and seemed to be unable to take her eyes off me. She was the classic picture of lust. 

I reassured her as I placed the cushions on the floor in front of her and pulled her ass to the edge of the couch. Once again, I thought that for our first fuck, I should take her to the bedroom, but the thought also ran through my mind that there was only one camera in the bedroom and three here. Although she had complained about losing her virginity without much romance, she didn't seem to care at all now! 

Her skin seemed to be burning with a fever as I knelt between those lovely long legs and started to work the head of my cock between the wet, drooling lips of her sweet pussy. I didn't want to scare or hurt her, but there was no way I could even consider NOT fucking her immediately. I slipped the head up and down, gathering the slime to lubricate me even more than the saliva she had left. 

Her legs were spread about halfway, and I pushed on her thighs insistently to open her up even more. Her crotch was tight, and the muscles of her thighs were swelling slightly as she compliantly spread her legs as wide as she could. She wanted to get fucked as badly as I wanted to fuck her! Her hips moved her pussy in a vain attempt to capture my dickhead, but I didn't let her. I continued to tease her, until her hips rose and she was trying to spear herself onto my cock. Moans and whimpers of frustration were coming from her little lips and throat constantly, and I got even harder as I realized that the microphones were bound to be catching every sound of her lust. I just wished that the system could also record the wonderful smell of overheated teen-age lust! 

I leaned down and enjoyed nibbling and sucking on her rubbery nipples, popping them back up to their full length. Her hips continued to move under me, but I still didn't give her what she needed so badly but continued to tease. I knew she was going to be unbelievably tight, and wanted her to be as hot and wet as possible. I leaned even farther over to kiss her mouth and neck, and the hard bones of my pelvis occasionally rubbed her clit that was standing at full attention. This put even more urgency into her moans and groans and caused her to move even more emphatically beneath me. 

There is nothing sweeter to a man, or at least to me, to have a woman beneath you that is so hot and bothered that she is twisting and rutting against you, trying to get you to fuck her. Maybe it's because of the fact that women seem to manage to exude so much apparent disinterest about sex so much of the time. I don't know if they don't want sex as much, but they don't seem to most of the time. That wasn't the case in Aimie at this very minute. As an additional boost to my excitement, as if I needed one, was the fact that the cameras were getting shots from two different sides as well as a shot from over her head. There was also the fact that I was about to fuck this young girl in front of a wall of glass; anyone could be out there watching. They probably weren't, but they could be. 

She had managed to catch the head of my cock between her cunt lips, and I was now fucking about a half inch into and out of her as I licked and sucked lightly on her neck. "Aimie, tell me what you want. Would you like for me to fuck your hot pussy? Tell me what you want me to do so that I know." 

There were only moans and sighs from her as she opened her eyes and looked at me. She had that look in her eyes that women get when you know that their mind is focused on their pussy, and there isn't a lot of extra brain power left over. Men get the same way, sometimes. I slid part of the head between her pussy lips again, but managed to keep from giving her any more. I wanted her to say the words. Not only would it excite her more, it would be great on video! 

Although the feel of her wet, hot silky pussy on my dick head was so close to heaven that I though I was dead already, I still managed to remain in control somehow. Other women have told me that this is very exciting to them, for some reason. I can't always remain in control this way, but when I really need to (like now, to ensure that Aimie enjoyed this as much as possible) I can do it. 

"Tell me what you want, please. Would you like me to fuck you now? Or are you afraid? If you don't ask me, I won't." I wanted her to beg me to fuck her. If she broke down and did so, it would make it better for me and for her. 

"Ohhhh, yesssss, put it in mmeeee. Fuck... mmmeeeee.. Please, don't tease mmmmeee any more." The words were not even as clear as that; some of them were moans, some were sighs and some were very distinct. She didn't shout, but they were clear enough for me. 

I pushed about an inch into her, as I covered her mouth with mine. Sweet moans and groans continued to come from her into my mouth. I pulled out and fed more into her, but it was not easy. She was very wet, the pussy juice was flowing freely. But Lord, was she tight! I am not the biggest guy around, but I am about seven inches long and fairly wide. She was a small girl to start with, and having not been fucked but once, she was almost virginal! She let a low groan and sigh breathe into my mouth as I continued to work more cock into her heavenly pussy. 

I slowly sawed my hard cock into her, pulling back until I was almost out of her and then firmly driving up into her. I pulled my upper body back from her so that I could see myself screwing her, and also to let the cameras get a good view. As I pulled out, her inner lips would pull away from her, reluctant to let go of me until the head of my dick would catch them, really pulling them out. I would stop at this point and then slowly fold them back in as I drove up into her. Her legs were now up on my forearms, as I pried them even farther apart to allow me greater access to her. I was starting to loosen her up a little, but not much. 

"Aimie, look. See my cock as I fuck you? Watch, it's so sexy." 

She managed to barely lift her head and open her eyes. Her hands were out to either side, and she had a death grip on the cushions. She watched as I pulled her cunt lips out with my cock, and them pushed them back out of sight. She moaned even louder and her lips were now slack. 

I started using more force as I fucked her. I couldn't help it, her pussy was so good. I was getting four or five inches into her, but it felt like a vise. I pushed into her, and then leaned back over and sucked her titties, giving her time to adjust to my pole up her. She told me later that it felt twice as big as it probably was, but although it hurt a little the itch made her want more. Soon, she was again fucking her hips up, trying to get more. This was what I had been waiting for. 

I slowly pulled out of her, until the head was all that was left inside. She moaned her displeasure, until I drove as much of me into her as I could. She almost screamed, but drove her cunt up to get even more. I finally bottomed out, but still had a little of my cock left outside her drooling pussy. She was flowing so freely that even now, stuffed full, there was juice from her running down into the crack of her ass. 

"GGGOOOddd , I feel so fulllll.. UUUMMMMhhhh, that is soooo goooodddd, don't take iiitttt ouuttttt..." she was using muscles inside her pussy to work her cunt around me, and I had NO desire to go anywhere as she tried to get used to this invasion of her pussy. I would move a little occasionally, rubbing the head of my dick against her cervix, which immediately brought little whimpers from her. 

I took her right hand and brought it down to let her feel that here was some cock left over. Her eyes opened wide, and she lifted her head to look. I picked her hips up slightly to show her that her little pussy was skewered onto my cock, her pussy lips huggging it tightly as they were forced around it almost to the base. She told me later that it was so erotic to look between her breasts, over her flat stomach to see my cock sticking into her while she was feeling the same sensation between her legs. 

"Do you want the rest?" I teased her as I started to pull back a little. She wrapped her legs around me, trying to keep me from pulling out. 

"NNOOOOOooooo" she whined, as I pulled back about two inches, an then slammed into her as hard as I could. She screamed, as I felt the head of my cock force its way into her womb. I got all seven inches into her though, and despite her scream, she was obviously enjoying the feeling also. I looked down, as was surprised to be able to see on her flat little stomach the swelling line where my dick was stuffed into her stomach. I brought her hand down to it, and her eyes grew wider as she realized what it was. In a move that was terribly erotic, she started to rub it! Even in the tight vise of her pussy, I could feel the added pressure on the top of my cock. 

I let it soak in the heat and wetness of her, as she squirmed and sighed and moaned and rocked her crotch to get the most sensation out of it. After a few minutes, I started a slight in and out movement, increasing the distance of my withdraw and return each time until I was fucking her with the full length. She would cry out each time that I pushed into her womb, but willingly pushed herself against me each time. She had that far away look in her eyes, and I was sure it wouldn't be long till she started cumming. As her cries reached a peak, I drove into her and reached down and started lightly strumming her clit. 

That was enough to drive her over the edge. She bucked her pussy up madly, trying to get more of me into her as animal like sounds came from her. Her pussy tightened and loosened as I rode out her climax, trying to maintain myself without cumming. I wanted to enjoy this for as long as I could, and give her as much pleasure as I could. 

Slowly, she recovered from her cum. I laid still, and had to work very hard to control myself as her pussy would squeeze and massage my cock that was still stuck up her pussy so far that I had felt her cervix try to squeeze the cum out of the head of my dick and into her womb. She was indeed very tight. She had just had a major climax, but it still felt like a large soft fist was holding me very tightly. The fact that she was so tight probably helped me resist cumming. I held still and looked at this pretty teen-age girl, admiring the tautness of her waist, the swelling of her tits with the nipples just starting to relax a little. 

She opened her eyes and looked at me with wonder. "You're still as hard as a rock. Didn't you cum, too?" 

"When I cum, I hope that you'll at least notice. Are you OK? Are you still worried about anything? How do you feel?" As I talked to her, she began slowly to fuck her hips up to me and then back down. I looked down to see her splayed open cunt lips work their way up to the base of my cock, and then withdraw and inch or two and then repeat the movement. 

"OHHhhhh, yeah, I feel perfect. Do you think I feel perfect, Ed? I'm not worried about anything at all. Can't you tell?" The whole time, she was fucking herself up onto me, with her soaked pussy making sweet liquid sucking sounds as the head of my cock pulled her cum from inside her to the outer edges of her pussy. "You're soooo big, but it feels sooo good. I can't believe that I'm getting fucked like this, and it feels so natural. What have I been missing? We should have been doing this a long time ago! Godddd, you go so far up into me I think I can taste it!" 

"If we had started doing this a long time ago, they would have come and put me in jail; that's if your father hadn't killed me first!" I was still stationary, as I let her screw herself up onto me. It's very sexy when a women likes the feel of your cock in her so much that she fucks herself onto it, especially when she is beneath you and has to go to a lot of extra effort to make it work. As we were talking softly, the heavenly sounds of a hard dick in a wet cunt were surrounding us. 

I leaned down and sucked on her nipples and they stiffened in my mouth. She started to sigh and moan again, as her hips continued to stuff me into her cunt. She was so tight that it actually took some effort on her part. She continued to tell me how wonderful I felt, as I took pleasure in biting her nipples lightly and causing her to moan and groan. This was definitely one hot little slut. I wondered if she would like to try something a little different, and asked her. 

She was just a little hesitant, but the lovely heat between her thighs made her game for anything that I wanted to try. When she looked in my eyes and told me that she was mine, and anything I wanted to do was OK with her, I knew that this girl was going to be extra special. 

I pulled out of her, to her obvious displeasure. She moaned in disappointment, but quickly understood as I rolled her over and let her kneel on the floor in front of me. I pushed the pillows out of the way, and she was kneeling in front of me on the rug beside the couch. 

Her black hair was shoved off to the right of her head, and she turned her face to smile at me. Then she lowered her shoulders to the floor, leaving her ass stuck up in the air, offering herself to me. I pushed her legs farther apart and admired her. Her ass was rounded and soft, but at the same time it was as firm as only a young girl's can be. Her outer pussy lips were swollen open, and the inner lips were also open, so that I could see up into her creamy pussy. Her tits were rubbing on the floor, but because her ass was so high the rug, just rubbing on it didn't flatten them. She started to slowly rotate her ass and beg me to fuck her again in a low, throaty voice. How could I refuse a lady in distress? 

I put my hands on her hips and using my thumbs, pulled her ass checks even farther apart. I didn't have to guide my cock into her, as it wanted to be inside her again as much as she wanted it there. I popped the head through the lips, they were still tight enough that I had to push a little. She was soaking wet, and even hotter than before. She told me that it made her feel like a real slut to be on her knees in front of me, offering herself to me, but also so incredibly hot. I drove all the way into her, burying myself as deep as I could. This was even deeper, due to the better angle. She screamed shrilly but shoved her ass back to me, telling me to fuck her hard. I did my best. 

After a few minutes of fucking her and watching her ass checks bounce as I tried to get more of my dick head into her womb, I noticed that she was drooling onto the rug and groaning constantly. I was in the groove, and was able to appreciate what a good fuck she was without any danger of cumming too soon. I pulled back slightly, and using my hands on her waist I pulled her back to me. She quickly got the idea, and soon was fucking herself onto my cock as I leaned back and watched. The view of her grunting and screwing herself silly on my dick was so fine that I knew I didn't have long left after all. She had cum again since we had gotten on the floor, but I wanted her to come yet again before I did. 




Friends of My Daughter



I reached down to her pussy, which was seeping juice as my cock appeared and disappeared in her tight little snatch and lubricated the middle finger of my right hand, while my left hand rested on her waist and encouraged her movement. I lifted my finger to her sweet little asshole, and started to rub and massage the juice into it. She trembled a little but never stopped the back and forth fucking of her ass. A lower note was heard in her groaning and grunting as I continued to pull her pussy juice up to lubricate her, then slid my finger in to the first knuckle. 

"AAHAHHHHH, mmnnnnnn, gghhhhnnnnnn" pretty much described her feelings, so I drove the finger in as deep as I could. She shrieked again, but that wonderful fucking motion of her ass never slowed. Soon I had my index finger buried also, and she was fucking her pussy back onto my cunt and her asshole onto my fingers. As she picked up speed, I could feel them both tighten and I knew that she was cumming again. This time, there was no stopping me as I leaned forward and started to cum. She was still trying to fuck herself back on me, and I was slamming into her so hard I slid her a little forward. 

It actually hurt I came so hard. She was begging me to cum in her, and when I started she groaned with each spurt of hot cream. I must have fired six or seven strings of cum into her, as she was mumbling about how fine each one felt. Maybe she was able to tell when I came, after all. I had knocked her to the floor, and was lying on that wonderful sweet ass, my cock still sunk in her. Her legs were spread, and she was lying on her stomach with her hands stretched around behind me holding my ass to keep me as deep as possible inside her. She was crying lightly, and I understood that it was a good cry as she was so well fucked. 

I was exhausted. I was an old man compared to this young thing, and had managed to fuck her so well she had come to tears. Of course, I think it helped that she didn't have a lot experience fucking. I raised my head from her sweaty neck, and kissed her weakly on the side of her damp face.