0 comments/ 257600 views/ 33 favorites My Best Friend's Dad By: BabydollCop69 Lacy sat on the porch swing. She was rocking back and forth with the cool afternoon breeze while waiting for her best friend, Brandy, to get home. They both attended the local community college, and after long summer days like these they usually found themselves up in Brandy's air-conditioned bedroom. They would dance around and sing along to the radio while gossiping and sipping ice-cold sodas, but lately things had started to change. Brandy had met a guy named Hart at the local Dairy Queen where he was the night manager. Lacy thought he was a jerk. He'd grab her ass when Brandy turned her back, and once, when he was dropping her off on his way home, he'd asked her to have sex with him. Lacy hated him. Lacy looked at her watch; she'd been waiting for nearly an hour. Brandy wasn't coming home any time soon. She stood up and started to walk down the porch steps when she saw Brandy's dad, Greg, pull into the driveway. She walked toward the car and waited for him to get out. Greg stepped out of his jeep and waved to Lacy. He was home earlier than usual and he was surprised to see her standing there. Lacy was his daughter's best friend and she was as gorgeous as they came. She was about three inches taller than his daughter was, her hair was blond, her eyes a sparkling green, and her body a perfect ten. He couldn't count the number of times he had jacked-off while imagining her standing in front of him, totally naked, and playing with her giant tits. He grabbed his briefcase and walked over to her. She wasn't wearing a bra, like usual, and her erect nipples fought against the thin fabric of her worn vintage tee that said "Impeach Nixon." "Nice shirt," he smiled. Lacy looked taken aback, she looked down and laughed, "Oh yeah, thanks." She smiled, "Say, you don't happen to know when Brandy'll be home, do you?" "She told me she would be out late. It's Hart's night off, I think, and they're going out." He looked at her quizzically. He'd been disappointed that Brandy hadn't been hanging out with Lacy lately, but what could he do? He noted the disappointment on Lacy's face. "Oh, well thanks anyways," she said half-heartedly. Greg nodded and watched as she turned to walk away. "Lacy, would you like to come in and have a glass of lemonade, or water?" He grinned his most welcoming grin, hoping desperately that she would accept. Lacy turned and flashed her brilliant smile, "sure!" Greg led the way into the house, setting his briefcase down in the hallway on the way to the kitchen. Lacy followed behind him like a puppy dog. When in the kitchen he opened the refrigerator and turned to her, "water or lemonade?" "Lemonade," she said decisively. "Good choice," he said as he took out the pitcher of lemonade and poured two glasses. He set them on the table and sat down across from her. "Thanks Greg," she said. He'd finally gotten her to call him Greg two months ago, his favorite sex object calling him 'Mr. Folsom' was too weird for him. "You're quite welcome." He smiled at her and sipped his drink. It sure was hot out. He sat there a few more minutes before deciding to engage her in conversation. The silence was giving him a hard-on. "So I haven't seen you around much lately." "Yeah, I know," she kind of shrugged and took another sip. "Brandy's been out a lot with Hart." Greg looked at her and set down his glass. She nodded and looked out the window. "Yeah, she really likes him." She looked at Greg," I guess since she has a boyfriend, and I don't, we really don't have too much to talk about." He was surprised by her bitterness and even more taken back by the way her eyes began to water. She missed her best friend. "Well, he's an asshole," he said abruptly. Lacy was shocked, but she couldn't help but stifle a laugh. "Totally," she agreed. "You're too smart to go out with a prick like that, I was hoping you'd talk some sense into her." He smiled. "You must get guys like that hitting on you all the time, after all." Lacy blushed, "no, not really." "A beautiful girl like you?" He laughed, "come on, stop pulling my leg!" "But I'm not," she was still blushing. She had had a crush on Brandy's dad since she was fourteen, and now he was calling her beautiful. Her heart was pounding in her chest, "You think I'm beautiful." "Gorgeous," he grinned. "How gorgeous?" She was giggling, what was she doing? He blushed this time; "you're the prettiest girl I know." Lacy smiled and stood up. She walked around the table and sat down in his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a big affectionate kiss on the cheek, "thanks Greg." She smiled, "you've made my day." She was about the bounce up again when she felt the bulge in his pants pressing against her thigh. He had a hard-on! Greg had turned the shade of deep crimson, how embarrassing! He hadn't expected her to sit in his lap, but there she was. "It's okay," she said quietly, still sitting in his lap. "I like you too." Greg inhaled sharply, but did she like him the way he liked her? "Yeah?" He managed to say. "Yeah, I like you a lot," she said huskily, emphasizing the 'a lot.' She looked him in the eye for a moment before she pressed her lips against his in a sloppy kiss. Greg started to kiss her back, but then pulled away, "this is wrong." She looked at him blankly and replied, "no it's not." She cocked her head to the side and kissed him again, "I like you, you like me, it's simple." He let her kiss him again before he brushed her hair behind her ear. "You sure?" She smiled and kissed him. "Absolutely." She moved her leg so she was straddling him. She wrapped her arms around him again and they locked in a series of deep passionate kisses. Greg moved his hands to her back and then down to her butt, kneading her firm ass cheeks in his hands. He dipped his fingers below the waist of her shorts and traced them over the back of her thong undies. He left her mouth and started to kiss her chin and then down the side of her smooth fragrant neck. He pushed one hand up the back of her t-shirt, feeling her soft young skin. One hand traveled to her melon-sized breasts. His other hand soon joined and he began to massage her ample tits. Her nipples were so hard it drove him wild. She pulled back from his kisses and grinned. Slowly she pulled the t-shirt over her head, tossing it into the kitchen. She ran her hands down over her tits and tweaked her nipples, "you like?" Greg smiled broadly and eagerly greeted her deliciously taut nipples. He suckled on them and swept his hot tongue over the tight orbs, eliciting moans of pleasure from her wet lips. "Mmm," she moaned. She placed her hands on the back of his head, easing him forward. No one had ever paid so much attention to her nipples and it felt incredible; she didn't want it to end. He continued to rub and tease her tits until he felt he couldn't hold out any longer. He had longed to see her suck his fat cock for as long as he could remember. The thought was impossible to vanquish once it had invaded his mind. "Please Lacy?" He moaned as he pulled her close enough to give her a hot kiss. "Please suck my cock baby." She smiled at him and slid down off his tented lap onto the cool Mexican tile floor. She unbuttoned the few bottom buttons of his shirt and undid his pants. She unzipped slowly, letting the bulge of silk boxer cascade out of his fly. "Wow," she said softly as she moved closer. She laid he hand on top of it, feeling the hot throbbing sensations that had been culminating below her during their make-out session. She pulled down the boxers, and his fat eight-inch cock sprang forward. He was completely shaven, and the smooth feeling of soft skin on skin made both of them shudder. "Yesss," he moaned as she began to work her hand up and down his shaft. Each time she reached the top of his dick, squeezing gently, a fat drop of precum slid out of his hole. She looked up at him; his head was thrown back. She stuck her tongue out and licked it, he shivered. Lacy let his cockhead rub against the top of her mouth before she devoted all her ingenuity to cramming all eight inches of him down her throat. She was afraid she might not be able to, his cock was so damn fat. They were both pleased moments later when she was able to take all of him in her mouth. Greg couldn't believe his luck; he had the girl of his dreams giving him the best blowjob of his entire life. He could only watch her go down on him for a few seconds before he had to throw back his head and stare at the ceiling. He had to last long enough to fuck her, and that was all that mattered. A minute or two later Greg eased her off his dick and made her stand up. He unbuttoned her shorts and slid both them and the thong off in one ardent sweep. He put his hands on her white hips and pulled them toward him. Lacy's pussy was shaved as well, she couldn't stand it any other way, and Greg could only imagine the divine pleasure he would experience within her delicately wet pussy lips. He grabbed his dick and positioned it against her pussy, rubbing it against her hot swollen clit. She moaned loudly and pushed her hips forward. "Easy girl," he said between labored breaths. He couldn't believe he had her this eager to fuck. He pulled her closer and let his fat cockhead slide into her tight hot vagina. He began to push up, sliding farther and farther into her slick virgin-esque pussy. "Oh yeah," she moaned. "Come on Greg, fuck me good!" He thrust forward and felt himself disappear into her steamy folds. "Yes, oh yeah." She bucked against him and they fucked like mad, humping and thrusting. Lust clouded their eyes and they felt themselves losing reality in a thick foggy pleasure. She came hard, her pussy gripping his cock feverishly. It was almost too much for him. "I'm going to cum," he moaned. He pulled out of her and stood up, pumping his steaming cock the entire time. She grabbed his cock and plunged it back into her throat, milking it wildly; she wanted his cum. The first wave came almost unexpectedly, shooting down her throat faster than she could swallow it. When she thought she might choke she continued to pump his hot sticky cum onto her glistening tits. He smiled down at her as she emptied him and rubbed his juices into her young firm tits. When Lacy was done she stood up and kissed him. "Thank you," she whispered. "Oh no, it was my pleasure," he smiled. He heard a car door slam and he made a dash for his clothes. They were both dressed by the time Brandy walked into the house with tears streaming down her face. "Hart was cheating on me! The whole time!" She blubbered, "I'm so glad you're here Lacy." She threw her arms around Lacy and cried. "Let's go upstairs," Lacy said soothingly. She led Brandy up the steps, looking over her shoulder at Greg who blew her a kiss. His hand was in his pocket gripping Lacy's thong. Sure, he was concerned for his daughter, but he knew that Lacy would be a better listener than he could ever hope to be. Besides, Brandy's breakup meant one good thing: he'd get to see Lacy 'a lot' more from now on. My Best Friend's Dad During my high school years, my best friend, Brett and I were almost inseparable. It took some time for me to realize that I had a crush on him, but there was never any indication that he was anything but totally straight, so I suppressed my attraction, not wanting to lose him as a friend. I spent what seemed like my every waking hour at his house, and thought his parents, especially his dad, were the coolest people who ever lived. The summer following our high school graduation, which coincidentally was held on my 18th birthday, I noticed that I was becoming increasingly attracted to Brett's father, Mitchell. Mitchell was what I considered to be quite old; probably 42 or 43, but that only heightened his appeal to me. He was 6'1", a lean 185 pounds with a chiseled and smooth face crowned with a thick head of dirty blonde hair, and searching ice blue eyes. He had broad powerful shoulders, and beautifully muscled thighs, which I never failed to notice when he wore shorts. He also had the most perfectly distributed pelt of short cropped chest hair I have ever seen. This was the early 1980's, and chest hair was considered sexy. At the time, I was a rather small guy; only about 5'7" and 120 pounds, with a boyish face that belied my true age. Girls ignored me for the most part, but often commented on my bubble butt, which was not difficult to notice considering the tight jeans then in fashion. I was usually quite introverted, and was concerned about my attraction to men, although I never allowed myself to label myself as gay. At that time, in my naiveté, I was sure I was probably the only guy in my medium sized, Midwestern city with these feelings which I could not overcome. I was only sure of the fact that I was strongly drawn to Mitchell. I wanted to be with him and near him. Although I admired his physical attributes, I never thought of him in sexual terms. That changed on a hot night that July, when Brett and his mother were away at a funeral, Mitchell was scheduled to be away on business, and I had agreed to feed Brett's dog. As I was standing in Brett's kitchen, I was startled by the sound of someone opening the front door. When I stepped into the living room, there was Mitchell, even more attractive in a well tailored business suit. He acted surprised to see me, and I quickly explained the situation and turned to leave through the kitchen door. Just then, I heard his low, husky voice state my name in a demanding tone. I turned around and noticed a stern look on his handsome face when he quite bluntly said that he had noticed the way I stared at his body, that it was very obvious, and that it had been happening for quite a while. As my face quickly reddened and I started to mumble a weak reply, he walked over to me, placed a hand gently over my mouth, and said it was time for him to make sure I wasn't disappointed. He then placed his hand on top of my head, and gently but firmly pushed me slowly down to my knees. I felt as if I were in a daze; a potent mixture of fear, anxiety, excitement, and lust. I offered no resistance as I came to a rest on my knees, and he quickly removed his jacket and slacks. In a few seconds, I was at eye level of an imposing bulge in his tight, white briefs. He quickly pulled them off, my transfixed stare only interrupted by the sudden, upward swing of his erect cock slapping my chin. I had never actually seen an erect penis and was mesmerized by its sheer heft and by the feel of the heat radiating from the pulsating shaft. I was intrigued by the perfectly proportioned thickness of his shaft and the bulbous head, along with the imposing sight of his large, heavy balls, all towering impressively from a thick jungle of silky, jet-black hair. My excitement caused me to emit an audible gasp which quickly produced a wide grin on Mitchell's face. At that moment, lust and nature took control, and I quickly enveloped as much as I could of his beautiful member in my eager mouth. It was my first experience with oral sex, but Mitchell's moans of pleasure indicated that my performance was more than acceptable. Without warning, he suddenly thrust all of his 7.5" thick cock down my throat. Reflex caused me to gag at first, but unexpectedly soon, I relaxed and allowed the forcible entry of his engorged, pulsating head and thick shaft into the lower depths of my virgin throat. Mitchell moaned in ecstasy as he continued to pump my willing throat, and unbelievably became even harder with each powerful thrust Suddenly, Mitchell withdrew, and looked down at my startled expression with amusement. He quickly pulled me up on my trembling legs, and firmly cupped my virgin butt with his powerful hands, the lust in his eyes telling me that the my lessons for this evening were only just beginning... To be continued... My Best Friend's Dad Being brought up in a strict and religious home, I was quite naive and innocent of sex, swearing, men even alcohol - that is until I turned 19. We were supposed to go out for my 19th birthday, instead I was babysitting with my friend at her house, looking after her younger brothers, and her parents had gone out to celebrate her Dad's (MrC) 50th birthday. The family had had a huge surprise birthday the previous weekend for him and everyone was still happy from that. They were good friends with my family. Anyway, we watched videos practised our dance routine and talked until MrC and MrsC came home. When I went to the toilet I didn't know MrC was there and I accidentally walked in him and saw him rubbing his cock. I didn't know what to say or do and I just stared at it because I hadn't seen a real one on a man before, then I quickly ran to the lounge where my friend was and didn't say a word. I had never even seen my own brother's or Dad's cock let alone a cock on someone else. About five minutes later, MrC came out and looked really angry he told me to get my stuff together and he would drop me home. When we got to corner just down the road he told me I was naughty and said that he saw me looking at his cock and he asked if I liked it. I didn't answer and just looked straight ahead, I was so shocked because MrC is good friends with my Dad and I have known him for years like an Uncle. He asked me if I have been with a man and of course I hadn't, I said no. I thought it was a strange question. He was driving and still telling me off for staring at his cock, when he began to touch me between my legs and kind of grabbed and squeezed at my crotch area. I moved as far as I could away from him, right up against the car door AND crossed legs firmly shut. He said that I been staring at him for months and wearing small skirts deliberately, and he even said that I had been flashing my panties many times to him. Flabbergastered at all of this, I denied it, I said all girls wore small skirts and half tops; it was the fashion including his daughter, my friend. He said I was a tease alright and he kept touching me in a bad place. I said 'NO' really loud, I didn't want to do this and I started to cry, he said that I was up for it and he said he could tell by the way I was dressed, that I had teased him. I told him I didn't mean to but that made him angrier and in a split second he yanked me near him on the front seat, pulled up my skirt, went straight inside my panties and was touching my pussy with his finger. I looked at him with disbelief and hatred and tried desperately to move away - we were going to fast for me to jump out of the car. He yelled at me to open my legs further apart for him and said he was going to have some for his birthday. I refused to part my legs and I didn't move. He said I was wet because I wanted him, I told him no! No! NO!, then he used his free hand to force my legs apart and started jamming his finger right inside me in and out, in and out, in and out really thrusting it in deep and I screamed at him to stop. He told me I was a fucken tease and was going to teach me a lesson, I yelled "no" and said "stop it hurts, you're hurting me", but he went faster in and out, in and out in and out, in and out he said "how does it feel to fuck an old mans finger, you love it Rose you teasing whore". I wasn't used to swearing and the words he was using, scared me. I tried to move his hand out of my panties but he kept going in and out, in and out, in and out shoving it forcefully while I was still trying to fight him off. I told him that I would tell MrsC but he laughed and said no one would believe me and it WAS my fault for looking at him. He demanded to know what I was going to give him for his birthday and it had to be special. I tried to crouch away from him but couldn't get his manic finger away from my vagina, in and out, "you love it Rose, admit it, you wanna fuck, I'll show you how to fuck", in and out, in and out. I begged him to stop then he said he hadn't even started and I got really scared, he said I had really nice young tits - I tried to fight him off but even with one hand driving and one hand in me he was too powerful to stop and it made him go faster with his finger. He said I was too young for him even though I was nineteen years old but he was going to teach me not to tease, I was glad I was too young for him and wanted him to stop. I dug my fingernails into his penetrating hand which was pounding into my pussy and said 'you're hurting me badly I don't even use tampons, you finger hurts' then he slammed on the brakes he said 'we'll I'll keep that in mind Rose, don't be scared' and before I could think he had totally moved me around on the seat on my back he forced my legs apart and put them either side of him. I couldn't move and I was terrified. My leg was forced in the air and against the roof he smelt his finger then started poking me slowly in and out, in and out and his finger came out wet and he slid it around my pee-hole, real slow round and round and inserted his finger back inside me then back out and around my clit and in my vagina and back and forth, again and again and I quietened down and then he moved his head down near my pussy for a look, which I thought was weird. But at that moment, for the first time, I felt something good, very good his tongue was flickering all around my clit and between my lips, I was surprised I liked this and it really did feel good, I know I made noise because he kept yelling at me 'you like it, don't you, you like it, you perving bitch' then his finger went in my pussy while he was licking my pussy, I nearly died from pleasure, in and out real slow and tongue going frantically around my clit, then he inserted his finger into my butt and I yelled in pain and pleasure as he licked harder and faster and poked my different holes. He kept yelling "you like it you little slut" and finally I moaned "'yes MrC" then he sat up and I was so disappointed it had stopped because I was throbbing from somewhere I had never felt before - I desperately wanted more. He called me a slut and a whore and told me to suck him off or he'll tell my parents what I was like. I had no idea that 'suck off' meant blowjob which I had heard of but never done, then he grabbed me so hard my whole body was facing the other way and I could feel my hair being pulled out of its roots. I knew my face was in his crotch area. It made pussy throb more but he said I had to earn it and fuck him with my mouth. He manhandled his jeans fly with difficulty and pulled his penis out of his pants and said 'give me a birthday present'. Right then it looked far bigger than what I seen in the toilet and I didn't really know what to do, he yelled at me to suck it now 'now Rose' and I'll take you home. Suck it all the way to your house. So I just put the top part into my mouth and he started up the car again and began to drive, the steering wheel dug into my head and all the while he was yelling at me, he was impatient. I wasn't doing it good enough but I hadn't done it before and I really wanted to please him it meant so much to me, I tried so hard to suck his cock and then he grabbed my hair and pulled my head up and down really hard onto his cock. I wasn't doing anything he was just moving my head up and down, up and down and yelling 'do I have to teach you everything' so I started moving my head my self and he just yelled 'further you bitch, I want to feel your throat' then he started to thrust into my mouth, really hard and I could taste salt, it was hard to breathe and my jaw ached from being open so wide and he was still driving and holding my hair 'suck me, faster, deeper, move your tongue, faster'. I did everything he asked I so wanted to give him pleasure but I could tell he was breathing very heavily. I didn't want to disappoint him, I turned him on now I had to satisfy him, I closed my eyes and sucked him as fast as I could trying to accommodate all of him in my small tight mouth, I never slowed, my own pussy was seriously aching and throbbing and I wanted to touch it but there was no time, my tongue darted around his lumps and bumps on his penis and my mouth moved his skin up and down and I let it go right down so I nearly choked on each thrust, my jaw was burning and I didn't stop, up and down, up and down, with a frenzied pace to match his continuous thrusting and then the car stopped. He told me to get out and I was shocked, I though I was doing well for a learner and seemed to be getting very horny and I was not near home. Then I sat up and looked out the windscreen and realised we were at the lake, not at home. He led me to a picnic table and lifted me onto it. He told me this is what happens to little sluts that perve and he forcibly removed my panties and opened my legs; his fingers grabbed my thighs and really hurt the skin as he just parted my legs wider and wider while fucking my pussy with his finger. His cock was still hard and hanging out of his jeans and before I knew it he was trying to shove it my vagina where his finger had been earlier. Oh my god, the pain, there was no way his cock could ever fit into me and he tried to shove it hurting me and then there was 'white hot' pain and I knew he had ripped me. He was shoving it in and out, in and out real hard and I was crying with pain, but it also felt good. He pulled off my top and was surprised to see I had no bra on, he called me a right slut with juicy tits, he grabbed my tits and squeezed them as he pounded away deep into me, I felt so alive, and when I watched his face he was eyeballing my whole body and grabbing at everything. The picnic table was making a squeaking noise which was off-putting to him so he carried me still on his cock to the bonnet of the car and lay on me, still standing and began pounding and pounding his cock into me, and telling me to fuck him back 'move faster you little bitch' 'fuck me' it was then I lost my inhibitions and grabbed him back and touched him. He didn't like it, he told me to shut up and fuck him, fuck him hard, fuck him now, play with your soft big tits for me, touch his balls - he was giving orders to me to touch everything and I couldn't go quick enough and my pussy was aching with pain, burning. This made him mad and he took his penis out of me, pulled me off the car bonnet and moved me beside the car with my arms on the roof, a split second later he was entering me from behind, I had never heard of it before and my throbbing pussy welcomed it as he touched my tits madly and reached touched my vagina and clit while pumping me from behind - I could hardly take the pain, the pleasure, the naughtiness, and without warning this tremendous feeling came right through my body like a lightning bolt and I writhed and moaned like a whore. I wanted to enjoy the moment as I had never felt it that but MrC pushed me down on to the ground on my back and climbed on top between my legs - I could barely handle it as everything tingled too much to tolerate but he just told me that I had cum, and I will have to keep going until he does, because I am a dirty perve, who likes being fucked, fucked hard and his big cock was my punishment, he thrust so hard it hurt, when it something inside, not to mention my whole vagina aching and stretched more than it have ever been and when I asked for to go little slower. He laughed and said I shouldn't tease, little bitches get fucked by men, its what you want, and that because I am younger I should be able to keep up with him, I couldn't keep up, he fucked and pounded and his cock got bigger, and I screamed in pain and pleasure and touched his balls which were pounding against my skin with a great slapping noise, then he pulled his giant cock out and frantically wanked it above my stomach - that turned me on so much and before I knew it liquid was squirting onto my tits and he was rubbing his squirting cock up my stomach then he put in my mouth and told me to clean it. I was so grateful because I wanted to touch it, taste it and do what I couldn't do so well earlier, suck him off. He said this was a secret because others wouldn't understand and his daughter was my best friend and he was right, she wouldn't understand. I was so lucky to have been taught by an experienced man who knows heaps about sex and when I look at older guys my eyes go straight to their crotch and I want them to control me. My Best Friend's Dad Everyone in this story is over the age of 18. ********* I was over at Deena's house and we were sitting outside next to her pool sun tanning. I had on my tiny blue bikini. The one with a thong bottom that would be so easy to just rip off. From where we were sitting I could see the kitchen window. And who do you think I saw watching us? Her Daddy. I could only see him from the waist up but I know that look. I decided to have a little fun with him so rolled over onto my stomach and asked Deena to untie my bikini top so I wouldn't get any tan lines. I watched her Daddy while she worked at my top. Every time her fingers grazed my back I bit my lower lip to stop myself from giggling at how turned on he looked. I rolled over onto my back so the sun could greet my pretty lil titties. I was so turned on my nipples were already hard. He was still watching me and I think he was jerking off while watching me. I laid there day dreaming of him coming out and fucking me and Deena. I thought I would be a good girl and give him a little more of a show. I jumped into the pool, still without my top on. I stood in the shallow end so the water would run down my hair and over my lil titties. I splashed water at Deena and she shrieked from the cold. Her nipples went hard under her bikini top and I teased her until she jumped in the pool with me. We splashed around, play-fighting until *oops* her top came off! Deena has much bigger breasts than me. She's a D cup and covered in water they looked so sexy. She laughed and called me a slut. I laughed too but because I was wondering how much she would be laughing if she saw how turned on her Daddy was at seeing his lil girl's big titties. I know he saw them but when I looked back her Daddy wasn't there anymore. She put her top back on and went back to sunbathing. I don't like the way chlorine makes my skin feel so I asked her if I could use her shower real quick. She said yes but told me to put my top back on because her Daddy was home. *giggles* I put my top back on but secretly I was hoping I would see him on the way. It had been far too long since the last time I was fucked really good. I was sad because even though I took my time and even waited in the kitchen a minute I didn't see him anywhere. I pouted a bit and went ahead to the bathroom. When I stripped off my bikini bottom I saw that the pool wasn't the only thing that had made them wet! I stepped under the hot spray and the feeling of the hot water on my nipples was driving me crazy. I slipped my hand between my thighs and started to tease my lil clitty. My legs started to shake and I put my other hand against the wall to steady myself. I heard something and I turned to see Deena's Daddy watching me through the clear glass door. It was only slightly foggy so he could see everything I was doing. He was naked and stroking his nice big cock. I spread my legs a little wider so he could see better. He stepped in with me and pulled my naked body against his and kissed me. His hands ran down my back and over my ass where he squeezed. I wanted him so bad I grabbed his cock and he pushed me down to my knees. I tried to tease him and just lick around the head but he was having none of that! He shoved his cock down my throat and started face fucking me, making me gag. I loved it so much I grabbed his ass and started pulling him to meet me faster. I've never come from getting my face fucked before but I did this time. I screamed against his cock and dug my nails into his ass. The feeling of my hot cum dripping down my thighs combined with the hot water pouring down on me made me feel like there were a whole bunch of guys coming on me at once! He started fucking my face even harder, until I was dizzy. I thought he wanted to come in my mouth but he pulled out and grabbed my arm to drag me to my feet. Without a word he spun me around, bent me over and shoved his cock into my pussy. It would have hurt if I hadn't been so wet already. He fisted a hand in my hair to pull me back against his chest and said, "This is what happens to little girls who tease married men." I loved how rough he was being with me and I said, "Oh Yes! Punish me for being a slutty little cock tease." His pushed me forward again so I was bent over with my hands pressed against the wall. His hand came down on my ass with a very loud SLAP. With all the water it hurt really bad but it felt so good! My ass moved back each time he fucked me so it was harder and faster. He spanked me twice more and I came, my lil pussy squeezing his cock until he filled me with his hot cum. He pulled his cock out of me and pushed me down to my knees again. I didn't need anymore encouragement and I took his cock in my mouth and sucked and licked until he was clean. My Best Friend's Dad I've always had a crush on my best friend Kayla's dad, Ben. At thirty-six, he's a young dad. He got Kayla's mom pregnant when he was eighteen, so the fact that he's so young has always meant that he's a little cooler than the rest of the parents. I've wanted him for years, but it wasn't like I was over run with opportunities to do something about it. All that changed over winter break, much to my delight. Since September, I've been going to college and living with Kayla. We share a dorm room at the University we go to here in Pennsylvania. When it came time to leave our dorm over winter break, I decided that instead of traveling to whatever part of the country my mom and stepfather have moved to this time, I'd just go home with Kayla and spend the holiday with her and her dad. Kayla's mom left when Kayla was five, so it's always been just her and her dad. Ben is one of those really cool parents that lets Kayla live her own life, but always encourages her to be safe. It's part of what attracts me to him, the fact that you can tell him anything. Kayla and I are closer than close, and I've basically lived at their house since we were about fifteen anyway, so having me in the house is never a big deal. The first night we came home for break, Ben let us have a few friends over to shoot pool in the basement hang out zone. We're only eighteen, but it wasn't a problem procuring several bottles of wine. We'd all enjoyed a few games of pool when almost everyone decided to go home. A few of the people there had spent a few hours on the road traveling home from college that day, so everyone was pretty bushed. The only person who stayed was Kayla's boyfriend, Steve. The three of us went up to Kayla's room to relax and watch TV. We turned off the lights, turned on the TV, and got comfy. They climbed in to her bed, and I got myself comfortable on "my" bed. It wasn't even midnight yet, but the wine had made me kind of lethargic, so I think that when I stopped talking, they thought I was asleep. It wasn't long until I started hearing the sounds of them kissing. I can't lie, it had been a few weeks since I had last had sex, and the sounds they were making were turning me on. When I heard Kayla tell Steve to lick her pussy, I almost moaned out loud myself. I knew I needed to get out of there, or risk letting them know how turned on I was. Luckily my bed was closest to the door, so I stood up quietly and made my way out. Looking back when I closed the door, I could clearly see Steve with his head between Kayla's legs. My eyes shot up to her face, and I saw her look at me. I made an "I'm going downstairs" gesture, and she nodded her head. Just as the door clicked shut I heard her given a loud moan. Seems I got out just in time! I started to make my way back down to the basement. I figured I'd turn on the TV and go to sleep on the couch. As I to the top of the basement stairs, I realized the TV was already on. I knew that Ben must be down there already, and my stomach flickered with little butterflies at the idea of spending a few minutes with him. I had on a short pink nightgown, and I wondered if he would like it. As I came to the last few stairs, I heard the unmistakable sound of quickened breathing, along with the sound of Kayla's bed squeaking on the floor above us. Imagine my surprise when I came out of the stairwell and saw Ben's hand slowly jerking up and down his cock! I shrank back a little and sank down so that I was sitting in the dark of the stairs. Ben's cock was everything I'd imagined and more. It looked so beautiful in the half light. His jeans were unbuttoned to let his cock hang free, but other than that, he was still fully dressed. He looked so fucking hot, his head thrown back as he stroked his thick meat. I heard Kayla moan from above us again, and realized that the heating duct from the basement led right to her room, which meant we could both basically hear everything that was going on in her room. I couldn't help but notice that when Kayla moaned or the bed squeaking picked up, so did the speed with which Ben was working at his cock. Watching him stroke up and down his dick was making me so horny, I could feel my panties flooding with my juice. I couldn't look away, and I had to touch myself while he touched himself. I maneuvered myself a bit to get my panties off, and set them on the stairs behind me. I watched as he continued to stroke up and down his hard dick, and I slid my hand down to my clit. I was completely drenched, as wet as I could ever remember being. I pushed two fingers in to my completely dripping pussy, reveling in the feeling of wet hotness, giving my pussy a few good thrusts of my fingers. I was so wet, I could hear my pussy as I fingered myself. I was so hot and so wet, but, I knew fucking myself wasn't the way I wanted to cum. Not tonight. It took about a split second for me to make the decision that changed everything. I lifted my night gown up over my head, ran my fingers through my hair, and stepped naked in to the basement. Ben was still going to work on his cock, and I could see some sweat on his brow. With his eyes closed and his head thrown back, he didn't see me coming toward him. He didn't even know I was there, until I was standing right in front of him. I bent forward and brushed his hands with my hair, and his eyes flew open. He sputtered for a second, and seemed to be about to say something, when I put my fingers to his mouth and said, "shhh." I could see the moment when he looked away from my face and saw that I was completely naked. His jaw dropped, and when I looked down, his cock had let out a little bit of pre cum. I gave him a grin as I sank to my knees and said, "is this for me?" He let out a choked groan as I leaned forward and began licking the tip of his cock. I licked all over the head and up and down the shaft, delighted at finally being able to touch Ben the way I had always wanted to. There wasn't an inch of his beautiful cock that I hadn't licked before I finally took him in to my mouth. When I slid my mouth over the head, I looked up at him and winked. That seemed to be all the encouragement he needed. He slid his hands in to either side of my hair, pulling it back so that he could watch me give him head. I wasted no time in getting down to some hard sucking, pushing him as far down my throat as I could take him, pulling back from time to time to spit on the engorged purple head before inhaling his thick rod again. I was picking up speed, and I could hear him gasping for breath. I slid my fingers down in to my dripping snatch and fingered myself for a moment, before bringing my fingers up to his mouth. He looked like he might explode when I did that. Watching him suck my juices off his fingers while I sucked his cock, the two of us maintaining eye contact as we did so, was one of the hottest things that has ever happened to me. Couple that with the sound of Kayla and Steve above us, both moaning in earnest now as they fucked, made me more than ready to be fucked. He told me to stand up and straddle his waist. Kneeling on top of him I leaned forward and said, "put that dick in to me Ben. I need it NOW". He wasted no time in doing just that, grabbing hold of my hip with one hand and guiding his cock in to my wet pussy with the other. With one hard thrust, he was almost all the way inside me. I started bobbing up and down, moaning quietly. This position was letting him hit me in all the right spots, and I could feel my pussy leaking juices on to him. It took a minute or two, but soon I was able to take all of his cock in to me. Now I could feel his cock head hitting my cervix, and it felt so fucking good! I began raising myself up as far as I could before impaling myself down on his shaft, time and again. He grabbed my face and pulled me forward for a kiss, and the two of us started making out. This was no romantic kiss. This was two people fucking the hell out of each other, to hot to do it any other way. With each downward thrust I made, his hips would thrust up, and each time that happened I would moan louder in to his mouth. I had no worry that Kayla was going to hear us, because the symphony of fuck noises going on above us meant no one was listening for what we were doing. I could feel that I was about to cum, and I pulled my mouth away from his, sucking for air. "Fuck me Ben, I'm going to cum," I whispered. He smiled at me as he slid his fingers down to my pussy and began fingering my clit as I rode him hard. I could hear Kayla over top of us, begging Steve to fuck her harder, the bed slamming against the wall louder and louder. Each time she asked to be fucked harder, Ben would slam harder in to me. With one last hard thrust and his fingers continuing to assault my clit, I threw back my head and shrieked as I came. I came and came, and he didn't stop fingering my clit or fucking my pussy. I was still riding him, half out of my mind with pleasure. Ben suddenly grabbed my head and said, "I'm going to cum Tiffany! Where do you want it?" I knew exactly where I wanted it, and wasted no time telling him. "Cum in my pussy Ben! I want you to fill me with your fuckin cum!" That seemed to spur him on even more, and I watched in awe as he continued thrust in to my pussy, sweat completely drenching his face. The feeling I got when his cum began showering the inside of my pussy was like nothing I've ever imagined. I could feel it hitting my womb, and just knowing that it was Ben filling me with spunk sent me off in to another orgasm. Ben grabbed my face in his hands and brought me forward to his mouth, continuing to slam up in to me as we both came, kissing me hard as I held on to him for dear life. My own cum was dripping out of me fast and furious, the feelings going on and on. I heard Kayla upstairs screaming, "I'm cumming!" and I was glad for the sound cover it gave as our bodies slammed together and Ben moaned loudly in to my mouth. When we were done, I was a pile of limp bones. Completely drained, I lay with him still in me, leaning forward and putting my head on his shoulder. He was rubbing his hands up and down my back when I heard him chuckle. "We are SO going to do THAT again!" My Best Friends Dad I sat in my friend's car, day dreaming of a certain older man. Katie and I were headed to Daytona Beach for a quick get away before moving off to college in 3 weeks. Katie had been my friend since kindergarten and we remained close friends all the way through school. If Katie suspected what I was thinking; she would kick my ass gladly. Ever since I was old enough to be interested in boys, I have had a secret crush on Katie's Dad. His name was Michael and had just turned 47 last month. Katie's mom had died when she had been born and as far as I remember, Michael had never got serious with another women since then. When I turned eighteen, it only got worse. Then I graduated high school and became a legal adult and no one could get in trouble now, legally. Katie would rain a world of hurt on me if I fucked her daddy. Therefore, I sadly resigned myself to only fantasy when it came to Michael. Little did I know what this trip held for me. "Laney, wake up girl! God, I have been saying your name for the past three minutes. Did you go brain dead or are you just being you?" Katie joked. "Oh shut it, Katie! I got a lot on my mind lately. I hope this little vacation can help me put shit behind me and move on. You said you had a surprise for me. Spill it, girl." I slung back at her. "Don't give me shit, Lane. I got the batteries for the toys! However, the surprise is that my dad is going to come down in a few days to vacation with us. I hope you do not mind. He has agreed to let us do whatever we want, unless it is going to kill us. He has always been really cool with us and I thought he could use some time away too." "Sure, you know I don't mind hanging with your dad." I replied, trying to hold the excitement and dread out of my voice. The rest of the drive, I sat staring out the window and thinking of Michael and fantasizing about him stealing me away and taking me back to his room and fucking me. My nipples hardened and pussy throbbed, the thought of Michael's hard body against my softly plump body turning me on quickly. Thank god, I have toys, I thought to myself as we pulled into the hotels front parking lot. "What the hell, Katie! You know I cannot afford to go half on this fancy shit. I thought we had agreed on a cheap yet clean place." I yelled, frustrated as I gazed up at the posh resort type hotel. "Calm down, Bitch. Jeez! My dad decided that since he was going to hang out with us too, he would take care of the hotel reservations and payment for us. This is where he chose, so let's just enjoy the luxury, ok?" Katie snarled back and laughed. "Oh ok. Sorry. I am just worried about my money situation. Shit is so much more expensive in Cali. What the hell was I thinking when I applied to Berkley?" I said quietly. "I don't know, Hun. I should kick your ass just for that. I am going to miss you so much when we have to leave each other. We have been friends for 13 years now. Its definitely going to be weird not having you around. Let's get our shit and get our asses in that fancy ass hotel." We climbed out at the valet parking area and a bellhop ran up to our car quickly. "Welcome to the Hillshire Resort and Spa, Ladies. Do you have any luggage for me to assist you with?" the eager bellman said. Katie responded, "We sure do, sweetie! It's all in the trunk." She tossed the keys to the attendant to assist the bellhop with the luggage and valet park her car, and grabbed my hand. She eagerly led me into the revolving glass doors. The interior of the hotel was even more luxurious than the outside. The marble floors gleamed in the light of the chandeliers, and the lobby décor was simply amazing. We spied the front desk and hurried over to it, excited. "Hi. My Friend and I have a reservation for 7 days. Under the name Robertson, I believe." Katie informed the smiling desk clerk. The desk clerk typed the name into the computer and smiled widely when the machine beeped. "Yes, here it is. It seems your Father wanted you girls to have a great time. He reserved a double room suite with private balconies for each room, a Jacuzzi and private massage table. Let me get the cards, and I will have you ready to go in just a couple minutes." he jogged into the back room quickly. "Holy shit, your dad had to pay a fortune for that kind of room. I feel so badly now. I need to find a way to repay him some of it. I feel bad for accepting this but will enjoy it never the less." I loudly whispered to Katie. "He loved doing this for us, Hun. He could not stop smiling after he made the reservations a month ago. Let us just enjoy our time in this modern day heaven, and not look a gift horse in the mouth. I plan on getting much enjoyment from this trip, so the separate bedrooms will be great!" she snickered in my ear as the clerk came back to the front; smiling. "Here you go, Ladies. I hope you enjoy your stay and remember us the next time your in the area. If you need anything, anything at all, do not hesitate in calling the front desk or you can reach me on this number." he spoke quietly, and slid a business card to Katie. Katie smiled brightly, tucked the business card in her pocket, and grabbed the key cards. "Thanks! See you later, Sweetie." she called out to him as we walked to the elevator. I punched the number eight, and waited for the glass doors to open. A few seconds later, they opened and we piled into the elevator, including the bellhop with our luggage. The doors opened up again as we reached the eighth floor. The bellhop pushed the cart out first, motioned for us to follow and led us down the hall to our room. "Room 837, Ladies. I'm sure you will love It." he opened the door and pushed the heavy cart into the room. We followed him and just stared at the luxurious room. This had to be the prettiest room I had ever seen, literally. The plush carpet covered every inch of the floors, the walls were painted a beautiful coral, and the furniture was heavy oak. Perfect would have been an understatement. "Oh my god, I am never going to leave this room. I could definitely get used to these kinds of surroundings easily. I'm going to check out my room." I uttered in shock. I headed to my room as Katie made a beeline for hers. My room was beyond my wildest dreams. The bed was huge! A king sized oak framed bed dominated the center of the room, the linen a silky rose. The carpet was simple beige but was like walking on clouds. I looked around more and spied the sliding glass doors to my private balcony, equipped with a soft, padded table. I turned back towards the room and just smiled. I begun to unpack my bags that the bellman had just brought into the room. I hung all my clothes on hangers and placed my intimates in the dressers. When I had first come in, I noticed a huge hot tub in the corner of the living room and decided to slip into my bathing suit. I walked out into the living area; my black one piece hugged my curves lovingly. I'm considered a big girl, but I've always carried my weight very well, naturally blessed with big tits and nice round ass; I filled the suit out just right. I walked to the hot tub and turned the water on to the desired temperature. The sound of the door opening and then closing startled a small yelp from me. "What the hell!" I yelled, startled. "It's Me, Lane! I am so sorry that I scared you! I got so bored sitting at home, I decided to head down almost right after you and Katie left. I hope I'm not ruining any wild party plans or anything." Michael, Katie's dad, spoke quietly, his eyes slowly roamed up and down my scantily clad body. "Hey! No way could you ruin anything. Thank you so much for this room. It is so amazing. You should see my bed; it is huge! I could probably fit five people in it easily. I'm so glad you came down early, now we can all have a long vacation." I smiled widely at him as I noticed his line of sight was fixated on my tits. "Wow, five people? I really must have interrupted a really wild party then huh?" he laughed. "Oh God, That is not what I meant. I may be freaky, but not that freaky. I much prefer one on one with an older man, if I get my perfect choice." I caught the widening of his eyes and the raising of his eyebrow at my last comment, and smiled. I turned to cut off the water to the hot tub and push the on button. The water begun to dance slowly, the heated water swirled repeatedly. "You don't mind if I hop in, do you? I really need a good hot soak to easy my muscles from the long drive." I smiled back at him over my shoulder, slightly bent over the edge of the tub. "Not at all, I need to go find Katie, anyways. Well, um, enjoy the hot tub and ill see you later on, ok?" he replied, his voice slightly trembled at the end of the sentence. "Sure thing, Tell Katie that I said you and her could pick what we do tonight. I'm very easy to please." I called out as I closed my eyes and sunk into the water. I heard the door open and close a few minutes later, I knew he had been staring at me as I soaked and I loved it. Maybe I could get away with seducing him on this trip. He did have his own room and I was sure Katie would want to do her own thing sometimes. I soaked in the tub for a good 15 minutes and just as I was getting out the phone by the couch rang. I ran across the floor, dripping water as I went. "Hello?" I answered a little out of breath. "Hey Lane, It's me, Michael. I found Katie but she has already made plans with the front desk person for tonight. She said you and me should do something fun. Feel up to a long dinner, and maybe a few drinks at bar somewhere? I understand if you don't want to hang out with an old man." "Sounds great, what kind of restaurant are you thinking? "I responded excitedly. "Great! A nice restaurant, I would not dream of taking you to a sub par restaurant, Hun. Could you meet me in the lobby around six? I'll be the dashing older gentleman by the fireplace." he joked. "I'll be there with bells on. I'll be the young sexy woman on the prowl for dashing older gentleman." I responded saucily and hung up. I grabbed my towel and danced around the front room, over excited to be getting my chance on the first night. I looked at the clock and about fainted. It was already four. I ran to my room and scrounged through my clothes. I finally decided on a short grey silk skirt that fell to the middle of my thighs, and a black and grey form fitting silk tank. I also grabbed a silky black bra, and matching thongs. I hurried into the bathroom and jumped into the huge shower. I sang softly to myself as I soaped up my soft body, paying special attention to my ass and pussy. I decided I had better shave to be safe so I ran the razor across my pussy slowly and carefully, leaving it silky smooth. After I washed my curly auburn hair, I jumped out and dried off quickly. I headed back into the bedroom with the towel wrapped around my hair in turban style and get dressed. Michael seems to like woman who don't wear a lot of make up so I forgo my usual routine and just put a little bit of mascara and a tinted lip Gloss. I headed back into the bathroom and free my hair from the towel. I grabbed my styling putty and smeared it through each section of hair, separating the curls until my hair draped down my back in soft rings. Taking a glance at my full reflection, I smiled and check the time. It is now 5:30 and I am already ready. What should I do for the next half an hour, I asked myself. Suddenly, I remembered the toys I brought. I grabbed a small bullet vibe and undressed quickly. I laid on my bed and spread my thick thighs wantonly, slipping the vibe directly onto my protruding clit and turned it on. TThe vibrations nearly made me scream, considering I have not had a release in over twenty-four hours. I moved the bullet around my clit in small circles and turned the vibrations on high. I moaned and grunted as my body reacted to the stimulation quickly and my legs begun to quiver violently as the oncoming orgasm rushed upon me. My body tightened up and my hot female cream begun to squirt out of my throbbing cunt hard and fast. The waves of pleasure rolled through my body repeatedly as I laid there, gasping, and trembling quietly. Maybe I can make it through dinner now without jumping Michael's bones. I slid off the bed and headed back into the bathroom to wash up my pussy and thighs. I returned to my clothes, redressed quickly, grabbed my purse, and headed to the door and down to the lobby, I exited the elevator and spied Michael standing by the fireplace, his gaze focused on the paintings. He was so damn handsome, I had thought to myself. He might have been 47, but his looks told a different story. He stood a good 6 ft 3, I didn't know his weight but he was definitely in shape, he had long brown hair that curled down to his shoulders, and the most beautiful green eyes I had ever seen. I had yet to see his body unclothed to describe his maleness. I smiled and snuck up behind him and pinched his cute ass lightly. "Surprise, Michael I whispered. "Oh shit! Damn, Lane, you scared the hell out of me and did you just pinch my ass, young lady?" he smiled down at me. "Why yes I did. I rather enjoyed it too. So, dashing older gentleman, where are you taking me?" "I could think of a couple places. How about my room?" he joked, "Oh god, I can't believe I just said that! Please forgive me, Lane. That was so bad." "You shouldn't tease a lady. I would have no problems going to your room with you, Michael. Don't apologize for giving me something to fantasize about later." I responded quietly. His breath was hot against my bare neck as he breathed heavily, "What are you saying, Lane?" I wrapped my arms around his neck lightly, and whispered, "I've wanted you for so long, Michael. If you ever want me sexually, or any other way, I am more than willing and happy to give myself to you." I pushed my body against his lightly and moaned softly as his hands gripped my hips tightly. "Fuck, Lane. I have wanted to hear that from you since you graduated but never thought you would want an old man like me. We are definitely going up to my room, come on." he moved away, grabbed my hand, hurried me to the elevator again, and frantically pushed the top floor button. The doors opened and closed quietly. We only stare into each other's eyes as we waited for the ride up to be over. The doors opened and he rushed out, pulling me to the nearest door by the elevator. He opened his door quickly and ushered me in. I walked in and settled myself on the couch as he got us some drinks. He never asked me what I wanted so I hope I can drink what he brings. He walked back in the room with two glasses of red wine and sat them on the table. "Lane, if you decide you don't want this anymore, please let me know. I do not want you to feel uncomfortable at all. I just want to make you happy. I want to explore each inch of your fabulous body." "Michael, I will never stop wanting you. You are my dream lover. I have dreamed of you repeatedly. I hope this isn't another dream." I whispered to him, as he sat and handed me my wine. "Oh, this is no dream, babe. I am very real, and very ready to claim you as mine. Let us finish our wine, and order some room service. I do not want to jump into bed with you. I want to show you how a real man treats a woman. What would you like?" he assured me softly, and handed me a small menu. "I'm so happy we have tonight together alone. I had planned to seduce you at some point this weekend. Katie cannot know though. She would kill me." I replied, glancing at the menu, "Can you order me some angel hair pasta with very little sauce?" "Yes, Lane, and I do understand the need for discretion here. I won't say a word." He reached for the phone and pressed zero for the kitchen. I heard him quietly ordering our dinner as I stood and walked to his balcony to take in the view. Wow, I think to myself. His balcony was much larger than mine was; it even had a small sitting area around a self-contained fire pit. On the other side was a large, padded chaise lounger that seemed to be calling my name. I walked to it and settled down upon it, my curvy legs stretched out and crossed at my ankles. My skirt laid across my thighs, clinging to them lovingly. I laid back and closed my eyes to enjoy the night air. "Damn baby, you look so damn good like that. Please do not move because of me, I want to watch you enjoying the moment. You can even take a nap if you would like. Dinner won't be here for about a half an hour." Michael murmured as he walked out onto the balcony. I only smiled and thought of ways to tease you. I shifted my legs open a bit and the breeze easily pushed up the flimsy material closer to my pussy. I sighed softly and ran my hands up my thighs slowly. I opened my eyes to look directly into his eyes. "Oh, I am not in the mood for a nap, Michael. I want to cum for you. Do you want to sit back and watch me play with my hot plump pussy for you? Want to see me squirt on your lounger?" I whispered huskily. "Oh fuck, Lane. Let me see that hot cunt, baby. I am dying to see anything you want to show me. I'm your avid audience." he growled and sat in a chair directly in front of me, giving him the perfect view up my skirt. I slowly pulled my skirt up around my waist and raised my hips up to slide my soaked thongs down my legs, my legs held straight up to give him a great view of my pussy lips and round ass. I threw my thongs into his lap and spread my legs wide for him. "You like what you see, Michael? I shaved just for you and my thongs are so wet because you made me that way." "Oh shit, Lane! My cock is bout ready to explode in my boxers. I love that I made you so wet, baby." he raised my thongs to this face and breathed in deeply, moaning loudly. His hand begun to slowly rub the bulge in his pants. His eyes never left my crotch. I inched my fingers closer to my pussy. My hand finally reached its destination and cupped my mound softly, the middle finger dipped down in between the lips to flick against my clit softly. I moaned and lifted my hips to pump my hips against my hand. I rubbed my clit in circles with a finger and spread open my lips with the other hand to let him see how wet I had became. I already felt a small stream of juices flowing out and down my ass crack. "Oh Michael, This feels so good and right. I love doing this for you. I want to cum so badly; I won't be able to last much longer to prolong my little show for you." I moaned and thrashed my head back and forth slowly. "Cum for me, Baby, I want to lick you all clean when you're done, oh god, please cum for me, Lane!" he pleaded, his hand rubbing his huge bulge faster, and panting. I moaned loudly and began to slide two fingers deep into my hot cunt, pumping in and out vigorously and rubbing my clit just as fast. My body flushed pink and my thighs trembled, I pulled my legs back until my knees are rested on my chest and start to cum hard. My juices squired out and my screams of ecstasy pulled Michael closer to me. "Oh Lane, move your hand, baby!' he grunted as he fell between my legs and moved my hand out of his way, his hungry mouth dove into my streaming pussy. His tongue dove into my cunt hole to suck out my cream hungrily. He then moved his mouth to my sensitive clit and gently sucked it into his mouth as he rubbed my thighs softly and ran his nails down to my ass cheeks to squeeze them. "Michael, Fuck yes, baby! You are going to make me cum again. I grunted out through moans. He only sucked my clit a bit harder and flicked his tongues across it at the same time. He spread open my ass cheeks and teased my pink puckered hole with his pinky; my juices already had my asshole lubed up good. He pushed the tip of his pinky in and wiggled it, and moaned around my throbbing clit. My Best Friends Dad "Fuck! I'm cuming again, Michael!" I screamed out. Michael planted his mouth around my cunt hole, and slurped up the squirting cum hungrily. He began to pump his pinky finger in my ass all the way in and out. This only served to intensify my orgasm and made me squirt even more. He grunted and noisily drank my cum right down, he shoved his tongue deep into my pussy and licked out all of the sweet juice before he lifted his head up and removed his pinky from my ass slowly. "Oh Lane baby, you taste so damn good. I could eat that pussy all day and all night if you would let me. I can't wait to feel you wrapped around my aching cock." he whispered, and cleaned his face up with a small towel. "Michael, go sit down again." I ordered him softly. He looked at me with a surprised look but obeyed and returned to his chair. "I might not have enough time to fuck you before dinner, but I do have enough time to make you cum in my mouth for me. I walked over to him and placed a cushion between his spread out feet. I ran my hands up his thighs and squeezed gently. I felt them tremble and bunch up at my touch. I looked up into his eyes and smiled devilishly. I reached your belt and undo it slowly, unbuttoning your pants and slowly I glided the zipper down. I reached into your black boxers and pull out the biggest dick I had ever seen. It had to be at least eight or nine inches and about three fingers wide. I moaned and licked my lips as I begun to stroke you slowly, working a bead of precum from the head. "Want my mouth on this cock, baby?" I whispered. "Fuck yes, Lane! God, please, suck my cock baby. Make me cum for you, Lane." he groaned. I stuck my tongue out, and lazily licked the bead of precum off the head of his dick, and moaned. He tasted so earthy and warm. I put only the head into my mouth and swirled my tongue around the head, darting the tip of my tongue into the hole at the tip repeatedly. I felt him jump a little with each darting motion and smiled around his cock. I glanced up at him and held his gaze as I slid my mouth down his thick cock, taking almost all of him down in one motion. He wrapped my hair around his hands and began to guide my head up and down his dick. "Lane, baby, your mouth feels fucking fantastic on me. I am not going to last long like this. I want to cum down that pretty throat of yours. Can I fuck this pretty mouth, baby? I don't want to upset you." he grunted out. I only shook my head yes and hummed as his head hit the back of my throat. His growl and hands tightening in my hair signaled he was about to begin pumping his cock in my throat. As he pulled my head down his meat, his hips thrust up to slide his cock down my throat. I began to gag but quickly relaxed my throat to accommodate him. His thrusts began to pick up pace and soon he was fucking my throat fast, I reached up and played with his balls through his pants and heard him grunt in approval. "Fuck! Lane, I am going to cum real soon. Get ready!" he yelled out. As soon as the words left his mouth, his cock swelled in my throat and his hot cum squirted down my throat. I pulled back to let some cum land on my tongue so I could taste his maleness. I continued to bob up and down his cock, milking each drop from him hungrily. When he began to whimper and squirm because his head became too sensitive, I pulled my mouth slowly up and off his cock. "Oh Michael, you tasted so damn wonderful. I could probably live off of just your cum." I murmured to him, my head rested on his thigh as we caught our breaths. "Baby, you're so special and wonderful. How can I be so lucky to have a young woman as sexy as you want me? After dinner, I plan on ravishing your body repeatedly, so get ready for round 2." Just as we stand and adjust our clothing and hair, there is a knock at the door. To be continued.......