0 comments/ 51773 views/ 10 favorites My Daughter's Best Friend By: darkrivers It didn't hurt as much any more. I could go days with out thinking about Donna, and how things used to be. Donna my wife died two years ago when the Geo Tracker she was driving was run over by an eighteen wheeler. Now it's me and my eighteen year old daughter Heather. My name is John, and Heather is upstairs with two of her best friends who are sleeping over. It's getting a little loud in the house, what with their giggling and laughing. That's all right though, it helps dispel the blues I sometimes feel. I wish that Donna could have seen Heather now, as a woman. Although the little girl was still there judging from the sounds filtering down from her room. I had served the girls dinner a couple of hours ago and now I sat in the den trying to work on a report. It was not due for some time but it was a way to stay busy. If I did not have this I would probably be upstairs listening to the girls hoping to get a glimpse of Christine. Ever since Heather's graduation party I have been obsessed with her. I know I had no right to feel the way I did but I could not help it. Suddenly I felt a presence in the room, turned and saw Christine. She was dressed in blue silk pajamas. A pretty girl with shoulder length dark red hair, the color of wine, green eyes, and an outgoing personality. Her puffy nipples poked at the satin material of her pajamas. Didn't she know what she did to me every time she came near? "Hello Christine, is there something you need?" "Not really, I just had to get away from those silly girls for a while." I grinned, turning back to my work. "Aren't they your best friends?" "Sure they are but they can be so juvenile sometimes." She walked up behind me, I could smell her perfume. "What are you doing Mr. Sanders?" "Working on a report for a client." "It's Friday night Mr. Sanders, don't you have any thing better to do than work?:" I swiveled my desk chair around to look at her. "What should I be doing Christine?" "You should be out on a date." I didn't know how to respond to that. "Don't you have a girl friend Mr. Sanders?" Christine boldly sat on my lap wrapped her arm around my neck and kissed me on the lips. "I'll be your girlfriend." "I'm a little old for you, don't you think?" "Nope." My cock was firming up nicely. She had to know what she was doing to me. I enfolded her in my arms and kissed her. she opened her mouth and sucked my tongue into her mouth. When I broke away I noticed Heather standing in the doorway, smiling, then she disappeared. "We had better stop this Christine," I said. "Your friends will be looking for you." "Don't you want me, John." It was the first time she had used my first name. "I've never wanted any one more, but I'm old enough to be your father." "You're not to old for me." She unbuttoned her pajama top took my hand and placed it on her left breast. I could feel her plump nipple in the palm of my hand. She wiggled her ass on my hard cock smiled and stood up. My hand still frozen in mid air. "That was just a sample John. Would you like for me to come to your room later?" I nodded my head like a dumb teenager. She ran out the door giggling. I sat there dumb founded for several minutes and wondered if it were a dream. Christine had always been around the house with Heather, but I had accepted her as a daughter. The past year my view of her had changed. I found myself becoming aroused when ever she was around. I tried avoiding her but graduation day I stopped trying to avoid her. Now it seemed that my fantasy might be fulfilled. I turned back to my report and closed the program. I remained in the den even when I heard the girls come down stairs to the family room. Heather came into the den alone. "Daddy, you didn't have to send Christine away. I understand you have needs that I can't fulfill. I've known for some time she's had a major crush on you." "Honey, are you sure you don't mind? Your not going to hate me for cheating on your mother." "It's been two years dad. It's time you got back in circulation. If you want to fuck Christine, just do it." "What if I want more than just one night with her?" "Then I will be happy for both of you." Heather gave me a kiss on the cheek, smiled and left. I turned off the computer and walked upstairs to my bedroom. If I could believe Christine, she would come to me sometime in the night. I closed the door leaving it unlocked, undressed and got into bed. I thought I would lay awake most of the night anticipating her arrival. I needn't have worried about that cause she came into my room soon after I had lay down. Christine still wore her silk pajamas, but quickly shed them, igniting my cock by her beauty. Apparently she had already been in my bedroom because she struck a match and lit a candle on the nightstand. The scent of roses filled the air. She lay back the cover and sat on the bed, staring into my eyes. She knelt on the edge of the bed leaned over and kissed my mouth, a soft tender kiss. From that point on I took control pulling her down beside me. "You can't possibly imagine how often I have fantisized you being here with me in my bed." Her eyes were open wide as she found my rock hard cock with her hand. "Oh my." I turned her over onto her back and began kissing her face and fondling her breasts. Her cunt was sopping wet and ready. I took a moment to admire Christine's body for the first time, even her bush was the color of fire. I spread her legs with my knees and rose up over her. "I need to be inside you now but I don't have any condoms." "It's okay John, I'm on the pill and I'm sure your safe. Come to me now." She took hold of my cock and gave it a few strokes then began putting it in her steaming cunt. I thrust into her without meeting any obstruction, so she was not a virgin, but she was incredibly tight. I was glad that I would not cause her any pain. Christine raised her legs higher locking her heals around my thighs as I began pounding into her. All too soon I was coming deep inside of her, that must have aroused Christine for she came as I finished ejaculating. I wanted to dismount and lay beside Christine but she pulled me down to lay on top of her. She began kissing my eyes my cheeks, my lips, and neck. "I knew you would be a wonderful lover John, thank you." "I should be thanking you for making me come alive again. I rolled off of Christine and came up on my side. My left hand was free and I used it to pet and caress her. "I've wanted you for so long, I've saved myself for you" she said. "I didn't feel any obstruction." "I took care of it myself with a hairbrush a few weeks ago. I had every thing planed with Heather's help and if I were successful at seducing you I wanted to be free to enjoy, and not burden you with the guilt of deflowering me." "Oh Christine, you had me long before tonight. I wanted you, but I felt like a dirty old man." Christine came up on her knees. "Love knows no boundaries or age limitations John." "I've loved you like a daughter as long as I've known you Christine, but now that you are my lover that's all changed, I want to explore this new relationship." "Yes, oh yes John, anything." Christine fell asleep in my arms, but we awakened after a few hours and came together again. Slow silken rhythms as though we had been lovers for years, cuming together in a kaleidoscope of sensations. The next thing I knew sunlight was streaming through the window and Christine was gone. I heard voices coming from the hall. "I'll take Ellen out to breakfast and I'll stay out all day so you and dad can enjoy each other." "Thank you Heather," Christine said. "I love him, you know." "I know." "Would it bother you if we became like a couple?" "Chris, you are my best friend, nothing will ever change that. Besides I'll be leaving home soon for college. If you two hooked up I would be happy for both of you." Christine walked quietly back into the room trying not to disturb me. I could see through slitted eyes that she had dressed in her pajama's "I still don't understand what you see in an old man like me." She sashayed to the edge of the bed and stood between my legs. "Why, you're not old John, just experienced." I drew her to me and lifted her into my lap. "So, what are we going to do today?" I asked. "I don't know, but there is something I would like to try." She knelt between my legs, took hold of my cock and began stroking it. "I've never done this before so let me know if I hurt you." Christine lowered her head and sucked the head of my cock into her mouth. She started bobbing up and down taking a little more each time, until she went to far and began gagging. She let go of me coughing. She was having a hard time of it. "Baby you don't have to do this." "I know but I want to." "Don't try to take it all babe, just concentrate on the head, and use your hands to stroke the shaft. That's how I like it darling." She nodded and began again. This time she sucked on the head and jerking my cock at the same time with her hand. "Yes, much better love." I lay back and enjoyed the sensations. I could feel my cock getting bigger as my cum was close. Christine either sensed that, or I was enlarging to much for her mouth because she began backing off. She licked and sucked on the very tip of my cock while continuing to move her hand up and down. I was moments away from cumming when I gave warning. "Very soon now baby." I expected her to do what Donna always did, jerk me off the rest of the way letting the cum drench her tits. Christine continued flexing the shaft but she intensified her effort to suck just the tip of my cock. Usually I'm not very vocal during sex but I couldn't help it, I was whimpering like a puppy. I knew Christine was not very experienced but she was blowing my mind and I had not ejaculated yet. I felt the first jolt burn its way up the shaft and out of me. With my eyes closed I could envision Christine's mouth filled with cum, struggling to spit it out or swallow it before the next globule shot out of my cock. I should have been concerned for her but at that point I was incapable of rational thought. I counted four mind sizzling blast from my cock but Christine never wavered. When I was finished I raised myself up to a sitting position. Christine let go of my cock, cum dripping from her chin. I grabbed her pulling her up onto my lap, grabbed some tissue and wiped her chin. "That was incredible baby." "I'll get better, I'll learn how to swallow all of it." "You did just fine" Christine snuggled into my chest. I picked her up in my arms and carried her into the master bath. I sat her on her feet, reached down and turned on the shower. She followed me in and we washed each other, then I washed her hair. There is something sensuous about washing your lovers hair. After the shower I wrapped her in a towel and lifted her onto the vanity. I searched the drawers until I found a comb still in the original package. I tore it open and began combing Christine's hair. She closed her eyes allowing me to move her head this way and that. The towel that had been wrapped around her came undone parting to reveal her body. Once more she took my breath away. I could not keep my hands off of her, they roamed over her body. Finally I pulled her to the edge of the counter, knelt before her, and touched her clitoris with the tip of my tongue. "Ohhh," Christine trembled trying to jam her clit into my tongue. I flicked my tongue back and forth over her clit eliciting a sharp cry from Christine. I worked my tongue between her tight lips the scent of floral soap assailed my senses, but her womanly scent was returning. Christine shuddered as my tongue worked her clit once more. Once more I backed away till she calmed. Once more my tongue found her clit, but the teasing was finished. I mashed my tongue against her clit licking back and forth, up and down. Christine writhed against my tongue mewling. When her orgasm became terminal she kept repeating, "Oh God--Oh God." Then it was over she collapsed against the mirror gasping for breath. When she opened her eyes I was still on my knees. "Wow," she said grinning. "I don't think I can move." "You don't have to," I said getting to my feet. I picked Christine up and carried her into the bedroom laying her on the bed. Christine opened her eyes, smiled, and said, "Wow." She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. I slipped into a pair of shorts and walked down the hall to the kitchen and began brewing coffee. I took my coffee out to the patio and tried to clear my mind. I did not want to think to much about what I was doing with Christine. I didn't understand it at all. It was one thing to have fantasies of being with young women. But, to have your fantasy crawl into bed with you was unreal. She said that she was in love with me. If I were smart I would let her go, but no one ever said I was smart. In fact I could see myself getting totaly involved with this child. Heaven help me I was falling in love with her. As if by magic Christine appeared at the patio door wearing a pair of shorts and tank top. Her nipples protruding against the thin fabric. She carried a cup of coffee with her sat it on the table, bent low to give me a kiss, then she sat in one the chair on the far side of the table. She sat quietly, neither of us needing to speak gazing on each other. She was so beautiful, her lustrous brunette hair hung straight parted in the middle. "Christine, what are we doing?" "You mean me and you together?" "Yes." "If I'm not mistaken last night you said you wanted to explore this new relationship." "Christine, tell me true, What do you want?" She stared into her cup for the longest time and began to wonder if she were going to answer me. "I love you and want to marry you." Christine would not look up. She was probably afraid of what I would say. "I love you too Christine." She looked up, hope was written in her eyes. "I don't know if I'm ready for another marriage Christine. Overnight you've gone from a fantasy to a real live lover. I'm afraid of moving too fast. Honey will you give me some time." "Of course John, I'll give you all the time you need." Christine and I spent the rest of the day and one more night together before I took her home Sunday afternoon. She was disappointed that I could not give her what she wanted. It was what I wanted too, but I could not bring myself to commit to her. I needed some time, some space on my own to think about the future. After two nights with Christine in my bed I couldn't sleep. I couldn't get her out of my mind so I got up and headed for the den. I sat alone in the dark thinking about Christine. "I love you Christine," I whispered. The sun was rising when I finally stood walked swiftly to my room and dressed in jeans, pullover sweater, and slipped into my loafers. Heather appeared at the doorway. "What are you doing Dad." "I'm going to fetch my woman, and bring her home." The last thing I saw was the astonishment on Heathers' face as I walked past her on my way to the garage. The Car roared to life and I backed out of the garage. Fifteen minutes later I pulled into the driveway of Herb and Sheila Walters, Christine's parents. Herb answered the door and stepped back to let me come in. "I've come for your daughter Herb." Before he could respond I could here familiar footsteps on the stairs behind me. I turned, and there she was dressed in a long flannel gown. "Christine," I said. Her eyes opened wide and she screamed. "John," launched herself at me from the midway point on the stairs. I gathered her into my arms, her legs circled around my waist. Neither of us could speak, we just held each other tight. Tears stung my eyes and I could hear her sniffling. "What's going on out here?" Sheila called from the kitchen. Sheila came around the corner and stopped. "Oh." "Will somebody tell me what the hell's going on!" Herb demanded. Christine and I heard nothing of this, only the beating of our hearts. My Daughter's Best Friend I was feeling a little sad as I watched my daughter pack. It had been three years since her Mom passed away and now my little girl was going off to college. I was surprised to find myself holding back a tear as I contemplated living alone for the first time since my own college days. Karen finished packing almost reluctantly. “Dad,” she said, “Can I ask you something?” “Of course.” I said. “Is something wrong?” “No. Well, yeah. Kind of. It’s about Cindy.” Cindy had been my daughter’s best friend since grade school. A lovely girl, she came from a troubled home. It wasn’t unusual for the cops to visit Cindy’s home. Drugs, booze, violence. Somehow Cindy kept her nose clean while her parents made the police blotter in our local paper. “See, the situation at her house has gotten bad and I figured since I’m not gonna be here much maybe Cindy could take my room. Just ‘til she can find something else!” I thought about it for a moment. Karen looked at me like she was going to cry if I said no. “What the hell.” I thought. “I don’t want to be all alone in the house, anyway. And Cindy could use a break from her family.” “Call her.” I said. “Have her come over tonight and we’ll talk about it.” Karen squealed and dove for the phone. “Thank you, Daddy!” she said. “You have no idea what this means!” She was right. I didn’t. Cindy moved in as my daughter was moving out. We had discussed some house rules and she had no problem with them. It felt a little strange having someone else’s daughter in my little girl’s room, but Cindy was a pleasure from the start. Cindy is what is often referred to as a type A personality. She worked two jobs and attended classes at the county college. When she wasn’t doing that she was exercising, yoga being her favorite. She co-opted the exercise space I had built in the basement for her routine. I was surprised when I went down there and found Cindy in a sports bra and panties twisting herself up like a pretzel. At 5’4” she reminded me of a young Courtney Cox with her short, black hair and petite body. At the moment her firm young behind was displayed to me, as was her pussy mound straining against her panties. When she noticed me she grinned unselfconsciously. “Just trying to keep the flab off.” She said. “You have nothing to worry about.” I replied. I returned upstairs and my erection reminded me that I hadn’t been with a woman since my wife died. Cindy and I slipped into a comfortable routine. Very often we would sit at the kitchen table and talk. For an eighteen year old she had a good head on her shoulders. She didn’t have much of a social life, but that was by choice. Cindy was determined to be a success in business and didn’t want to be distracted by romantic concerns. Her family life left her with a strong desire to control her own life and not merely conform to other people’s expectations. “What I do with my life is nobody’s business but my own.” She stated flatly. I had to admit, Cindy was being one hell of a fine “substitute daughter”. Except maybe for her habit of walking around in nothing but her bra and panties. I began to have some very unfatherly thoughts. Especially the one time she exited the bathroom stark naked. I don’t think she knew I was home. She paused in the hallway to adjust the towel on her head and I was able to drink in the whole of her loveliness. Her firm, perky breasts sat high on her chest, her puffy, pink nipples stiffened in the cool air. Her flat tummy gave way to a neatly trimmed bush. Her cute, little behind perched atop two exquisitely shaped legs. Even her feet were cute. Then she bent at the waist to fix the towel and I swear I could see the moist pink slit of her pussy. Then she disappeared into her room, leaving me with another massive hard-on. Late that same night I found myself unable to sleep. Thinking I heard something unusual I crept from my bed to investigate. As I approached Cindy’s door I heard an odd but familiar buzzing sound. When I heard her sigh I knew exactly what was going on. Cindy was masturbating! My cock stiffened immediately. In the dead quiet of the early morning I could hear everything she was doing, each sigh, every quiet moan. The sound of her vibrator told me when she was teasing her clit and when she plunged it deep into her pussy. I could hear the bedsprings creak as she writhed in pleasure. I did something I hadn’t done in years. I pulled out my dick and began stroking myself. As Cindy sought her own release I imagined fucking her. I imagined sucking her pretty pink tits and squeezing her ripe, young ass. I could hear her actions becoming more frantic as she approached her climax and I matched her paced. Finally she squealed and groaned and I knew she was coming. So was I. I blasted the first load in a long time, feeling like it would never end. Then, with horror, I realized I was standing outside Cindy’s door with my penis out and a handful of come listening to her private pleasure. As quietly as I could I slunk back to my room and cleaned myself up. About a week later I was surprised when Cindy came home earlier than expected. “Not working tonight?” I asked. “Nah. I need a break. I haven’t had a day off in a month.” She said. “What are you up to?” “Chinese take out and a movie.” I replied. “Care to join me?” “Sure! Just let me change, okay?” With that she went bouncing up the stairs, her cute heinie wiggling in her tight, faded jeans. “Don’t you start.” I said as my dick started coming to life. Cindy didn’t help matters any when she bounced back downstairs wearing a casual outfit consisting of a loose t-shirt and tight flannel running shorts. I tried not to stare as we ate but I would have rather eaten her than the eggrolls we were munching on. When she took the dishes to the kitchen my eyes never left her butt. I could hear her rinsing off the plates before putting them in the dishwasher when she let out a little squeal. She returned to the living room wearing a wet t-shirt. “The hose squirted me.” She grinned. The shirt was now molded to her breasts and her nipples were very prominent. I opened a bottle of wine and Cindy asked if she could have a glass. I shrugged. “Old enough to pay taxes, old enough to drink.” I said. We popped the movie into the DVD player and settled in on the couch. The movie had just barely started when Cindy jumped up, declaring herself to be cold. She went to the closet and got a blanket. Returning to the couch she draped it over both of us and snuggled up against me with her head on my shoulder. I was surprised but I put my arm around her. As the movie play I lightly caressed her side. She cooed and snuggled closer, resting her hand on my inner thigh. I was having a hard time focusing on the movie. I moved my hand lower on her hip and held her a little tighter. Then her hand slid squarely into my lap and she began caressing my cock. “Did you like listening to me the other night?” she asked. “I knew you were out there. It turned me on.” “Yes. I wished it was me making you so horny.” “It was. It was you I was imagining in me.” Our lips met and we kissed softly yet passionately. Our tongues danced together. I tried to memorize her body with my fingertips. When I slipped a finger beneath her shorts I discovered she wasn’t wearing any underwear. She gasped as I traced the outline of her pussy. Suddenly years of celibacy overcame me. Pushing Cindy down on her back I stripped her shorts off her and buried my face in her cunt. I think I scared her a little but once she realized what I was doing she got into it. She squeaked and squealed as I licked her pussy. I buried my tongue as deep into her as I could and she arched her back for more. I slid one the two fingers into her while licking all around her clit. Her whole body stiffened and she threw her head back. “Oh, yes! Yes!” she cried as she came. Her hips bucked against my face and I had a hard time holding on. I stood up and quickly removed my clothes. Cindy took hold of my penis and slowly stroked it. She sat me back down on the couch and straddled me. Her eyes never left mine as she slowly sank her tight, teen-aged pussy down on my forty-five year old cock. She wasn’t a virgin but she was damn close. She wiggled her hips until I was all in and began bouncing. “Oh! Oh!” she grunted at each stroke. I peeled off her shirt and feasted on her puffy nipples. Her 34-b beauties must be very sensitive because she loves having her tits sucked. I took her tiny butt in my hands and kneaded those perfect globes. I let my finger wander into her crack and tickle the pucker of her rosebud. I grasped her ass and began bouncing her up and down on my cock. Cindy moaned uncontrollably, gasping and crying out. “Fuck me!” she cried in her little girl voice. I was close to coming and so was she. I picked her up and placed her on the floor on all fours. She reached back and spread her ass for me so I could fuck her pussy doggie style. I slid back into her and really started pounding her. It felt like Cindy’s pussy was trying to milk the jizz from me. I wet a finger and pushed into her tight, willing young ass. She lowered her head and humped her ass back at me. I buried both my finger and cock as deep as I could at the same time and Cindy spasmed in orgasm once again. Feeling her cunt squeezing me was too much and I emptied my load into her eager body. We made love several times that night. I taught her how to suck cock and I took her anal cherry one night, too. Our relationship as lovers lasted for over a year before the inevitable end. She met a guy her age that treats her well and she started her own business. I still love her. I’ll never forget what she said to me after that first fuck. “If I knew you were that good I wouldn’t have waited so long!” My Daughter's Best Friend I became a single father when my daughter was only eleven years old. Her mother died from complications with breast cancer. I was heart broken to say the least and I was even more scared dealing with the idea of raising a teenage daughter. During those trying years, there were plenty of times that my police academy training left me ill prepared for the challenges that I faced at home. My daughter Kayla grew into a beautiful young woman with dark black hair like her mother's. Her skin was fair and her smile was bright and cheerful as she grinned. As her father, I couldn't see her smile too often just because we argued all the time. Curfew, boys, her clothes were all fair game in our arguments. There were times I would have a plain clothes officer tail her when I knew I'd be home late. I knew she resented it, but I also knew she would make it home safely. One of her partners in crime was this hot little thing named Sandra. Sandra was extremely well built for a nineteen year old. She had a slender set of legs that ended at a cute rounded ass. There were times I caught myself using her as my fantasy girl while I masturbated at night. I know Kayla caught me a few times when she would sneak into the house by my room and heard me moaning. I started locking my door afterwards and Kayla would sneak right by my door more and more. After one of these nights, I was listening at the door and heard footsteps. Then I opened the door and was surprised to find Sandra sneaking in instead of Kayla. Sandra stood there like a deer caught in the headlights. I had a chance to glance at her outfit. The first thing I noticed was that she wore fishnet black stockings. Her dress was really short, so short one could see the top of her stockings. It was one of those one piece dresses that were mesh material, kind of like the type you put your dirty gym clothes in. I also noticed her hair was up in a ponytail. She was so fucking hot at that moment. I succumbed to my own weaknesses. "Where is Kayla?" I yelled. She stood there shaking as she turned to me. As she turned, I saw her nipples through the mesh of her dress. I could see the areolas clearly. She started to sob in front of me as she looked down at the floor. The look was too much. I told her to come into my room. She walked over to my bed and sat down. As she sat, I noticed her dress rise a bit and show off her naked pussy. I caught a glimpse of how shaven it was. She was a fucking wet dream waiting to happen. I looked into her eyes again and asked my question with a little more control. This time, she cleared her eyes a bit and looked into mine before telling me she didn't know. She began to relate to me the deal they made a while ago that while my not so innocent Kayla went out on her conquests, Sandra would pretend to be her and sneak into her room where she would hide out until I fell asleep to allow Kayla to enter. I was in shock. I never expected my nineteen year old to be a total slut. Part of me wondered what her mother would have thought. Unfortunately, the part of me looking down on my hostage kept driving me to do something wrong. It was something that if done incorrectly would lead my ass to jail. I allowed my hands to go to my sides as I calmly walked over to my uniform in the corner of the room and retrieved my handcuffs. Sandra looked at me in horror as I twirled them in my hand. It was then my Dom voice decided to surface. I hadn't used it in years since before Kayla's mother became my wife. As I neared my daughter's accomplice, I could see her eyes scanning me up and down. I was wearing a bath robe over my boxers to hide the excitement I was feeling at that moment. As I edged closer, Sandra looked at me. "You are not going to arrest me. I'm Kayla's best friend," she replied almost snottingly. I quietly went behind her and began to whisper in her ear how much of a bad girl she was to hide my daughter's motives from me and how much of a slut she was dressed like. She blushed as I snapped one cuff on her left wrist. It was then the shock appeared on her face as I cuffed the right hand. I then reached behind her and unzipped the dress she was wearing before simply ripping it off of her so she was totally naked before me. She remained quiet as I surmised she would. I then pushed her to the floor where she immediately landed on her knees. Excellent work I though to myself as I noticed a black nub protruding from her rectum. I asked her to tell me what was there. She looked down to the floor before revealing that she wore a butt plug. It was part of a bet my naughty daughter made with her earlier in the night before she returned to the house. I then moved to in front of her where I allowed my robe to drop and revealed my boxers scarcily concealing my erection before her face. Sandra's face opened up as well as her mouth. I simply slid my boxers so that my erection was protruding out of the opening right where her open mouth was. I then took advantage and allowed my shaft to slide just within her mouth. She instinctively tried to suck before I unceremoniously pulled it back out and smacked the side of her cheek with it. I scolded her for not waiting before again sliding it back into her mouth where she held it just the way I wanted. The little slut was learning. Slowly, I eased my cock deep inside her mouth until I could feel the back of her throat. I strived to be careful because I didn't want to gag her. It turned out that Sandra was a fellatio scholar as I commanded her to suck and I felt her suction on the end of my cock. I stayed in that position for a while until I was basically fucking her throat while she knelt there handcuffed. It wasn't long until I felt myself getting ready to climax. I allowed my cock to fall out of her mouth as I began to stroke it until I had my seed spraying over her face and tits. Sandra didn't shy away from it, but opened her mouth to catch whatever she could in her mouth. She then asked permission to stand up. I was so impressed with Sandra's behavior that I started to use her as my new sub while my daughter went out whoring herself. Kayla was against me seeing her best friend so much, but her guilt over her behavior kept her in line. We spent the good part of a year taking care of each other. I would bind her with the ropes I had in my closet or cuff her hands and use her for my personal cum dumpster. She seemed to enjoy me taking over the way I did. Soon after, my daughter was knocked up by an anonymous suitor and it drove a wedge between Sandra and I for a while. It was a few months later that Sandra moved away so that she could pursue her graduate degree. She still on occasion comes by to visit to relive our past. My Daughter's Best Friend It's not easy teaching school at the same school your daughter Becca attends. It's even tougher when her best friend is a tight little blonde, with perky little tits and a round little ass which Stacy loved to show off with her tight outfits. To top it all off Stacy was extremely flirtatious which needless to say was my jerk off fantasy at night. So when Stacy showed up at my house while Becca was away, I suspected something was up. Not just because Stacy was wearing a pair of 70's gym shorts that revealed the line of her ass and t-shirt tied into knot in the front revealing her firm little stomach. "Stacy's not here right now." I said, standing in the doorway. "That's Ok. I didn't come here for Stacy. Is it Ok if I come in?" Stacy said practically pushing her way into the door, walking past me into the living room. "What can I help you with Stacy?" I asked, turning to face Stacy who now did a half pirouette across the wooden floors. " What do you want, Mr. Nelson." Stacy giggled, still moving across the floor, lifting her arms over her head like a ballerina, which exposed her flat stomach even more as Stacy grinned from ear to ear. I stared back at Stacy who seemed blissfully aware of what she does to me. "Quit playing games, Stacy. Why are you here?" I asked sternly. "To fuck you, Mr Nelson." Stacy giggled as slipped off her shorts exposing her shaved pussy. Without even thinking I rushed her, grabbing her and pushing her onto the couch, where there was a mad dash to get set my hard fucking cock free, eventually doing so and pushing the full length of my 8 inch shaft into Stacy as she squealed with delight. I thrust my member deep into her tight cunt over and over again, slamming her hard and deep, punishing Stacy for being such a bad girl. I fucked her hard for several minutes, my hands sore from squeezing her ankles so hard. "Fuck me harder, Mr. Nelson!" Stacy shouted as I continued ramming her with my steel rod. "Turn over." I said, releasing her ankles as she got into doggy position. "Keep your legs together." I ordered. "That's a good girl, Stacy." I mounted her from behind continuing where we left off before as I pounded that pussy from behind, as Stacy screamed out "Harder! Harder! Fuck me!" she kept repeating louder as I felt the warmth of her orgasm saturate my member which then caused my body to throb as I came inside her, filling her tight young snatch up with my steamy white cum. So much cum, that when Stacy climbed off my cock, some of my jizz dripped out of her onto the couch. Hopefully my wife wouldn't notice. Afterwards, Stacy got dressed, still smiling. "What are you smiling about?" I asked teasingly. "Because I have a secret, Mr. Nelson." Stacy giggled, the smile on her face both innocent and devilish. "What secret?" I looked as intrigue filled the lines on my face. Stacy giggled more "I let your daughter eat my cherry." "You did what!?" I was in shock. "You heard me. Your daughter licked my pussy and it felt so good, Mr. Nelson. She practically begged me to do it." She said, smiling bigger than ever. "Would you like to know how her cherry tastes?" and without even waiting for me to answer Stacy drew closer to me and kissed me full on the lips, slipping her salty tongue into my mouth as she shared the remnants of my daughter's 18 year old pussy with me. I stood there stunned as Stacy skipped out the door. We had one more encounter when she was in college but that's for another day.