MY BEST FRIEND'S DAD
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I shoved my clothes in my duffle bag, preparing for a sleepover at Bekka’s house, my best friend since third grade. We were inseparable until graduation when she went off to an ivy league college, and I was stuck here, in our hometown, attending community college. She was home for the weekend, and I was desperate to see her.
I grabbed my phone and typed out a quick text to her to make sure she was on her way as I took a final glance in the mirror.
After reapplying my lip gloss and swiping on some mascara, I was good to go.
I hurried downstairs and sank down on the couch as I waited for her arrival as I let my eyes go unfocused on the television screen that was playing a football game. My knees bounced with anticipation. I couldn’t wait to hear more about her life in the big city and the boy she had been fooling around with for the past three weeks.
“Love you, daddy,” I called out before giving him a quick hug as a horn beeped out front.
“You behave yourself, sweetheart,” he warned.
“Always,” I replied, rolling my eyes as I slipped outside. I bounced my way to the white sedan in our driveway, nearly tripping over my own feet when I saw the driver was Bekka’s father, Mr. Webster.
I pulled open the back door and slipped inside. “Hi, Mr. Webster,” I greeted him, tugging down my jean skirt that was riding up my thighs.
His eyes met mine in the rearview mirror as he smiled. “Hey, Lily. I told you that you can call me Isaac,” he replied with a wink that made my tummy flutter.
“My father said I shouldn’t address adults that way,” I explained, rolling my eyes.
“I can keep a secret.”
I felt my cheeks heat. “Isaac,” I whispered, causing him to chuckle and shake his head. “Where is Bekka?”
“She had to finish unpacking, so she asked me if I would come grab you. I hope that’s okay.”
He rubbed over the stubble along his jaw. His hair was a sandy brown, and his skin was sunkissed, making his blue eyes pop. Looking at him had always made my stomach flop, but now, alone in a confined space, the musk of his cologne assaulting me made me feel funny things even lower. I squeezed my thighs together to help alleviate the ache between them.
“You sure have grown. How long has it been since I’ve seen you?” he asked, his eyes narrowing.
“A few months,” I replied, tucking my long dark hair behind my ear. I knew exactly when it was. The Webster’s had a barbeque at their home, and Bekka and I went for a swim in their pool, and I swore I caught Mr. Webster staring at me as I adjusted my top.
That was also the day I noticed something long and hard pushing against his board shorts that he’d adjusted discreetly right after. I couldn’t look him in the eye the rest of the day, worried he’d seen that I noticed.
“The party, wasn’t it?” he asked, his tongue running out to wet his lips.
Shaking his head, he looked back to the road. “We should do that again sometime.”
“It was a lot of fun.”
“Well, the pool is open. I hope you brought a suit,” he added.
I put my hand on my bag. I made sure to get a new suit for just this occasion. It was a little white bikini that had a tiny skirt around the bottom that only covered half of my butt. “I did.”
He smiled. “Good.” He pulled into his garage, and the door began to close behind us, cloaking us in the dark. I inhaled sharply as his eyes locked on mine in the mirror.
Just then, the door opened to the house, and Bekka came bounding out toward us, tugging open the back door and throwing herself on me in a bear hug.
“You’re going to smother me,” I groaned, looping my arms around her neck and tugging her against me. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too, Lily,” she cried before pealing herself from my body. My eyes darted back to the mirror, and I noticed Mr. Webster’s eyes were on my thighs, where my skirt was bunched up my waist, revealing my white cotton panties. I tugged them down and took Bekka’s hand that she offered to pull me from the seat.
He ran into the house, giggling as Mr. Webster followed behind us.
Jesus Christ, that girl had grown over the last few months. She’s always been beautiful, but now there was something behind her eyes and that devilish smirk. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think she was having the same naughty thoughts I had every time we locked eyes.
It didn’t help I hadn’t been laid in months since right before the last barbeque when I found out my wife had been sexting with another man.
We didn’t disclose our separation to Bekka. I didn’t want her going off to college worried about her parents. But now that she was back and her mother was supposedly away for work, she’d grown suspicious.
I adjusted my cock behind my khakis, feeling like a scumbag for getting a hardon from staring at Lily. But my dick didn’t care how young or innocent she was. It just wanted inside of her tight nineteen-year-old cunt.
I followed the girls inside and went straight to the liquor cabinet to pour myself a strong drink. Maybe if I had enough, my cock wouldn’t be able to get hard, and I wouldn’t have to keep pushing it down.
“Hey, I’m Claire,” I heard the raven-haired friend of my daughter call out to Lily like she was bored. I was less than pleased that she’d brought another friend home, but maybe it would distract her from how fucked up life around here has been.
My eyes sought her out as soon as I heard her speak, and her cheeks blushed when she was caught staring at me. I tried to ignore the way her thighs were slightly parted as she perched on the edge of the couch, exposing a sliver of the white cotton below. My cock couldn’t ignore it, though, and I turned away, downing the contents of my tumbler before refilling it.
I didn’t miss the sadness in Lily’s eyes when she realized she’d be sharing her best friend with some tattooed new girl.
“Let’s go up to my room and hang out until the pizza gets here,” Bekka said before bounding over to me and pressing a kiss to my cheek. Raven rolled her eyes as she walked by me, and I tapped my cheek as Lily pressed to her toes, kissing me as well, her lips hitting the corner of my mouth and causing my cock to thicken more.
It was something she’d always done, and it was innocent. I’d known Lily since she was a little girl. She and my daughter had been inseparable until college. But now it felt like a dirty little secret, and I noticed how she lingered a few steps behind the other girls. I don’t know if Bekka would find it odd that she still did it, but I was glad she didn’t see it.
I turned around, gripping the edge of the counter as I let my head hang. How had my life become so fucked up? I had everything, a promising career, a beautiful, loving wife, or so I thought. And a daughter who dreamed big and achieved everything she set out to do.
Now, I stood in my kitchen, fantasizing about bending my daughter’s best friend over the counter I was leaning on and slamming into her tight little cunt until she cried out my name.
I undid my pants, slipping my hand inside and gripping my length to help alleviate the ache. “Fuck,” I groaned, stroking myself.
“Mr. Webster,” her voice called out before she froze.
My eyes locked on Lily’s, and cum seeped from the tip of my dick. Her eyes followed the movement of my arm and widened at the sight of me pumping my cock.
“Lily,” I called out, tucking myself back inside of my pants and quickly pulling up my zipper. “I thought you were upstairs.”
“Bekka wanted to know how long until the food arrives.”
“Um… shouldn’t be long. Maybe twenty minutes.”
“Okay,” she replied, her tongue running out over her lower lip as her fingers played with the hem of her skirt.
When she turned to bound back up the stairs, I called after her. She spun around, a wicked grin on her lips. “Don’t worry, Isaac. I can keep a secret too.” With that, she hurried back upstairs, leaving me with a throbbing dick.
I couldn’t believe what I’d just seen. At first, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. But it was real. Mr. Webster was stroking himself in the middle of the kitchen. I slipped into the bathroom and locked the door behind me. My thighs were slick with my own excitement, and I needed to eliminate the pressure building inside of me before I exploded.
I tugged my skirt up to my hips and began to rub against my damp panties, picturing Isaac’s massive length in his hand. It wasn’t enough. I needed more. I tugged the wet fabric to the side and pressed against my smooth flesh, whimpering at how good it felt.
Flashes of Isaac and his cock assaulted me as I humped my hand. I wanted to know what his stubble felt like against my thighs and how his tongue would lap at my juices. I bit down on my lower lip as pleasure rolled through me in delicious waves.
I quickly splashed some water on my face and hurried back to Bekka’s room. As I entered, Claire’s words cut off like their conversation was private. My chest ached, realizing I was no longer Bekka’s closest confidant.
“Your dad said about twenty minutes,” I spoke up as I sank down on the edge of her bed, tucking my legs underneath me. “What’s going on?” I asked, my eyes darting between them.
Bekka let out a long sigh, shaking her head. “I think my mom and dad are separated.”
“What?” I asked, my cheeks flushing. “Why would you think that?”
“Every time I call him, she isn’t here and vise versa. And now she’s away on business? It doesn’t add up.”
I chewed on my lip, realizing she was right. Her mom hadn’t been around town at all since she’d been gone. “Maybe you should call her and see what she says,” I suggest.
“Maybe,” she replied with a shrug before tugging her shirt over her head, causing her messy curls, the same color as her dad’s, to fall in her face. She blew against her hair with a giggle before tugging off her bra. “Come on. Let’s go for a swim.”
Claire and I both began to undress and tug on our suits. I couldn’t help but notice the many tattoos inked across her new friend’s skin. And when Bekka shoved off her jeans, she had one on her side, a cherry blossom, that matched hers.
“When did you get that?” I asked, trying to hide the hurt in my voice.
“My birthday. We got them together,” Bekka replied with a shrug as she tugged on a one-piece bathing suit, no doubt so her father wouldn’t see what she’d done.
“Cute,” I shot back as I fastened my top behind my neck. I stepped over to her dresser, looking over myself in the mirror. I turned around, eyeing my butt. It was small but round, and my breasts were a healthy B cup. I didn’t look anything like Isaac’s wife, a platinum blond with big fake tits, but he seemed to like what he saw.
After retiring to my room to finish jerking my cock and cumming all over my hand at Lily telling me she would keep it a secret that she saw me stroking myself, I changed into my navy blue board shorts to take a dip in the pool and cool off.
After several laps, I popped up above the water to see the girls stepping out back in their suits. My eyes immediately went to Lily, who wore a bikini with a tiny frilly skirt around the bottom. It wasn’t even enough to cover her ass.
My cock was already stiffening again, and the cool water did little to damper my excitement.
Bekka and Claire went right to the lounge chairs to layout and catch some rays, but Lily stepped down into the water, shrieking at how cold it was.
“It’s not that bad,” I teased, sending a splash of sprinkles toward her and causing her to gasp. “You just have to go under all at once. Get yourself wet.”
Her cheeks darkened at my words as she got closer to me before holding her breath and sinking down. I did the same, and our eyes locked as we both submerged.
Her head broke the surface before mine, and I took the extra second to look at her hardened nipples before I came back up for air. My eyes went to the lounge chairs, but the other girls were on their stomachs, facing away from us as they chatted quietly.
“Why aren’t you laying out?” I asked.
She shrugged, looking down at the water. “I wanted to cool off,” she replied, her teeth pressing into her lower lip. “Remember at the barbeque when we did the chicken fight?” she asked with a giggle.
“Vividly.” How could I forget? I hoisted her on my shoulders, and I could feel the heat from between her legs on the back of my neck and smell how much she enjoyed being pressed against me. I grabbed her ankles below the surface, pulling on them so her cunt would grind against me. We ended up losing the battle, but she was all I could smell the rest of the night. It was a nice distraction after finding out my wife was a whore.
I shouldn’t have drunk so much that day. Maybe I never would have looked at Lily the way I was looking at her right now like I wanted to bury myself inside of her under the water.
“Wanna dive for the rings?” I asked, loving the idea of us being under the surface together.
She shrugged, her smile beaming. “I think I can take you,” she sassed, and my cock thickened from her words.
I grabbed the bucket of weighted toys from the ledge of the pool and tossed them into the deep end. I’d swam competitively all through college, and I knew Lily wasn’t as good as I was, but that didn’t matter. I wanted to wrestle with her and see how much fight she had in her.
“Ready?” I asked, raising an eyebrow at her. Her eyes narrowed as she licked the water from her lips.
“Go,” she squealed, diving under the surface and kicking her way to the bottom of the pool. I followed behind her, gliding down to the bottom and grabbing her ankle, propelling my body over her. She pushed her ass against my crotch as she grabbed one of the rings, spinning to face me. I grabbed her wrist, tugging her chest against mine before fighting the toy from her hand and pushing to the surface.
Lily followed after me, gasping. “You cheated,” she whined.
“My pool, my rules,” I shot back as she splashed me. I tossed the ring on deck and shoved off the wall toward the bottom of the pool.
Lily was right after me, gripping the edge of my shorts from behind, struggling to get lower in the water. Her hands gripped on my shoulders, and I rolled, wrapping my arm around her waist as I pinned her against the bottom, just for a second as I grabbed another toy and rose to the surface.
“Now who’s playing dirty,” I said with a laugh, tugging up my shorts after she’d exposed a couple inches of my ass.
Her cheeks blushed as she sank down again. I hurried after her, my eyes set on her plump ass as I grabbed the fabric, tugging it down and exposing her bottom to me. She spun around, grinning wildly, and my eyes scanned down her stomach, looking to where the wet material clung just above her mound. My cock was throbbing as she kicked from the bottom, a toy in her hand. She’d won that round, but I didn’t even care.
When my head popped out of the water, I was close enough to touch her, and I gripped the edge of the pool, pinning her against the side with my hard cock pressed against her still bare ass. She hadn’t even tugged up her bottoms. I didn’t miss the small gasp that escaped her before I pushed away so we wouldn’t be seen touching.
I was playing a dangerous game, but I couldn’t help myself. After I’d caught him touching himself, it was all I could think about. I wanted to know what he felt like, tasted like.
The doorbell rang, and Bekka pushed from her chair with Claire on her heels. “Pizza,” she cried out. “I’ll get it.”
My eyes met Mr. Webster’s. We were alone. “Wanna grab one more?” he asked in challenge. I nodded, pushing from the wall. He dove down, and I followed after him. He spun around when I reached him, grabbing my wrist and tugged my body against his. His other arm snaked around me, his heavy palm gripping my ass. His hard length pressed against my center as my legs went around his waist. His hips rolled, and pleasure rippled through my body. I pushed back against him, needing the friction on my clit.
He smiled wickedly before unwrapping me from his body and grabbing a ring before pushing to the surface. I kicked my way up behind him, gasping as I popped up through the water.
Isaac’s eyes smoldered like he wanted more, but the back door popped open, and Claire and Bekka came out, carrying boxes of food.
I adjusted my suit before climbing out of the pool and taking a seat at the table next to Bekka with a perfect view of Mr. Webster as he swam a few laps. I grabbed a piece of pepperoni and took a large bite, savoring in the greasy flavor. My clit was throbbing between my legs. I squeezed my thighs together, wishing we had a few more seconds alone. If I was able to rub against him just a couple more times, I would have gotten off against his thick length.
After I finished my first slice, I grabbed another as Isaac climbed from the pool, water running off his washboard abs in rivulets, and his cock was no longer straining against the wet fabric. I cast my gaze down at my plate as he sank down in the seat across me, stretching out his long legs and bumping against mine. He didn’t pull back, and his eyes cut to mine to see what I would do. But I didn’t move. I wanted to touch him, and I liked how it felt to do it right in front of people without them knowing.
“What do you ladies have planned for tonight?” he asked as he grabbed a slice of pizza and began to eat.
“Probably just watch a movie,” Bekka replied, and Claire let out a giggle. It was then I noticed her eyes were red and glossy. I glanced at my best friend to see hers were the same. They’d been drinking when they were inside without me. My stomach sank that I was left out, not that I wanted to get wasted. It didn’t appeal to me. But it didn’t use to appeal to Bekka either. It hurt my chest to see how much she’d changed since she’d been gone.
“What did you have in mind?” I asked, my eyes flitting between the two of them.
“How about something scary?” Claire suggested. I sank lower in my seat. Bekka knew I hated scary movies. I had to call my dad to pick me up in the middle of the night last time we’d watched a horror film.
“That sounds fun,” Bekka shot back. My eyes went to Isaac’s. I could see in his gaze that he’d remembered. But I didn’t care what happened. I was definitely not going home early tonight.
I forced a smile. “That sounds fun,” I lied.
Mr. Webster cleared his throat, his leg moving against mine as he adjusted in his seat. “You’ll get to finally check out the new theater room.”
“That’s right. You’ve redone the basement while I was gone,” Bekka shot back. “Mom was always against it,” she added bitterly.
“Bekka,” Mr. Webster said in a warning tone, reminding me that this man wasn’t just some guy. He was a father. My best friend’s father. I sank lower in my seat at his commanding tone. He sighed, tossing his crust on his paper plate. “You could always watch in the family room if you want,” he added.
“Nah. That’s okay,” she conceded. “Theater room sounds great.”
“Remember when we went to that theater in Bixby?” Claire asked, and they both giggled at their inside joke.
“That guy who took our tickets,” Bekka shot back, cackling.
“I have to use the bathroom,” I mumbled, excusing myself and slipping inside.
I went upstairs, slipping into Bekka’s room to grab a change of clothing before I trudged across the hall to the bathroom and tugged off my wet suit. I pulled on my white panties and matching bra before covering it with a tank top and shorts as a knock came at the door.
“Come in.” I spun around to see Mr. Websters standing in the open doorway, his eyes raking over my body before settling on my face.
“She’s not trying to hurt you. It’s normal for people to grow apart over time.”
I shrugged, my chin trembling as tears clouded my vision.
Mr. Webster stepped inside the room and closed the door behind us as he turned the lock. My eyes went to his wet chest, unable to look him in the eye.
His hand went to my cheek, and I leaned into his touch, closing my eyes. “Shhh,” he whispered, pulling me against him. “Don’t cry. It breaks my fucking heart,” he whispered into my damp hair. I pressed my face against his chest, clutching his sides as I let a few tears escape my eyes.
“Everything feels so different now.”
“I know,” he replied, his muscles flexing beneath my touch, and the warmth that had flooded me before was back. I pulled from his hold to look him in the eye. He looked pained like he was torn between comforting me and doing something that would definitely cross a line.
“Mr. Webster –”
“Isaac,” he corrected me, causing me to smile.
I couldn’t handle her emerald eyes staring at me like that. And the way she said my name made my cock stiffen between us. What the fuck was wrong with me? I was trying to comfort her, and now all I can think about is bending her over the sink and fucking her while I watched her face in the mirror.
“You should go back downstairs,” I warned her. She was going to say something she shouldn’t. And If I did something right now, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself. Instead, I took a step back from her, needing space between us.
Her hands fell to her sides as she nodded her head. “Okay.” She moved to walk around me, her little tits pressing against my side as she squeezed between me and the sink to get to the door. I turned around to follow her but placed my palm on the door to keep it closed. I couldn’t help myself. She slowly turned back to face me, our mouths dangerously close.
“Isaac,” she whispered as my lips captured hers, unmoving and just getting lost in the feel of her. She whimpered, and my cock strained against my shorts as I slid my tongue along the seam of her lips. She let her mouth pop open with a sigh, granting me access. I took my time, not knowing if this was the first time she’d done this. The thought should have revolted me, but it made me more desperate to have her. I wanted to teach her, show her what I liked and how I could draw pleasure out of her in ways she couldn’t even imagine.
The tip of her tongue pressed against mine, and I growled, pushing my hips against hers so she could feel what she was doing to me. I slid my hand into her hair, holding her mouth to mine as I rocked forward. I wished there wasn’t any clothing between us so I could feel how wet her little clit was for my touch. But this was beyond reckless. We’d both been gone too long. Not that anyone would notice. I could smell the liquor rolling off Bekka and Claire. As much as I wanted to scold them, Bekka was already suspecting something was wrong in my marriage, and I didn’t want her to leave, so I kept my mouth shut.
I reluctantly broke away from our kiss, struggling to catch my breath as I rested my forehead against Lily’s.
“We can’t tell anyone about this. This has to be our little secret.”
She nodded her head, her tongue running over her lips as her gaze dropped back to my mouth. I pressed my hips forward again, causing her to whimper.
“Be a good girl and go back downstairs with your friends,” I rasped, losing my last ounce of control.
I took a step back, and Lily spun around, yanking open the door and hurrying back down the stairs.
For the second time today, I jerked my cock at the completely inappropriate thoughts I was having about my daughter’s best friend.
I can’t believe that just happened. I touched my fingers to my lips, lost in the thought of Mr. Webster when a pillow hit me.
“What was that for?” I asked, turning to a giggling Bekka.
“You’re spacing out,” she shot back as she sank down on one of the recliners in the theater room. Claire took the other chair next to her in the front row, so I sat by myself in the second row on the leather loveseat with a bowl of popcorn in hand.
Mr. Webster came in minutes later in gray sweatpants and a plain white t-shirt that hugged his muscles just right. He started up the projector and surround sound before flicking off the lights and sinking down on the couch next to me.
Every inch of my body was covered in goosebumps from our close proximity. I felt his eyes on me as the opening scene of the movie began to play. I glanced in his direction, unable to keep the smile from my face. I pulled my knees to my chest as the main character began running through a forest, glancing over her shoulder in a panic at whoever was chasing her.
Claire and Bekka laughed as I gasped when the killer jumped on the woman’s back.
Mr. Webster reached over, covering my hand in his before curling his fingers around mine and giving them a squeeze. Now all I could focus on was where we were connected and wondering what his hand would feel like in other places.
I closed my eyes when the woman was stabbed, gripping Isaac’s hand like a vice grip. His thumb moved back and forth against my skin. He’d always been protective, that was just his nature, and it was one of the many things that attracted me to him.
But now, everything was different. Now I knew he felt the same way toward me. I’d had my fair share of crushes, but I’d never dated anyone or even come close to kissing a boy. My father was extremely overprotective and wouldn’t have allowed it. Being that he was the local sheriff, no guys wanted to take that chance. But that didn’t mean I didn’t practice with a friend. It was normal for girls to teach each other how to do things.
I chewed on my lip, wondering if Isaac could tell he had been my first boy kiss. His lips went to my ear, and his warm breath fanned against my cheek, causing me to shiver as he whispered, “Are you alright?”
I nodded, forcing a smile. I was going to have horrible nightmares after this movie.
“Are you cold?” he asked, and I nodded again. He grabbed the blanket draped over the back of the couch and draped it over both of us before his heavy palm slid against my thigh.
I struggled to focus my attention on the screen, but as his fingers gripped me, I felt like I was going to combust. I let my legs part slightly, inviting him to go further. He did, gliding up until his pinky brushed against the apex of my thighs. He pressed against me, and I rocked my hips forward, chasing the tingling feeling that was spreading throughout my belly. I glanced over at him and felt my cheeks heat at the way he was looking at me like he was going to ravage me right here.
His hand went to my stomach, slipping under the thin material of my sleep shorts and dipping down to rub over my panties. I knew they were wet. I could feel my excitement seeping out of me from his touch. He made a noise, adjusting himself.
I moved my hand over to his lap, rubbing over his hardened length over his sweatpants. He felt even bigger than he had earlier when he rocked against me.
I felt like a fucking teenager, ready to cum in my pants just from her timid touch. I wanted her to slip her hand under the fabric and feel my flesh, but I wouldn’t push her. It was more than obvious she’d never done this before. Her pussy was dripping wet for me, and I could tell that she was waxed completely bare. I kept my hand over her panties. When I finally did get to feel her, I wanted to be able to do it right. And I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop myself, so this wasn’t the place.
The woman on the screen screamed, but it didn’t even seem to register with Lily. She was too focused on getting off as she pushed her hips against my hand. I rubbed her nub in circles, giving her just enough pressure to keep her desperate but not enough to push her over the edge.
The anticipation was nearly palpable. I slid my fingers lower, pressing against her opening, stretching the cotton just enough to put the tip of my finger inside her.
Her mouth hung open as she panted, stroking my cock faster. I could feel the sticky wet spot inside of my pants as precum leaked from my dick.
Fuck, this little girl was driving me crazy. The sick and twisted things I wanted to do to her kept playing on a loop in my mind.
I leaned over to whisper in her ear, “Shhh…” She was so close now. Her panties were drenched. I pressed my lips against the side of her neck, licking and nipping at the delicate flesh as her body shook. It was so fucking hot I came as well as she continued to stroke me.
I’d never orgasmed as intensely as I did with Isaac’s fingers. Every muscle in my body felt they had turned to rubber. He grabbed my hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it before lacing our fingers together under the cover.
We stayed that way until the credits began to roll, and Isaac pushed from the couch to turn off the projector.
After the movie, we settled back in Bekka’s room to gossip and hang out. But as the sun began to set, I could tell that they were more than wasted. It wasn’t until I was fast asleep, tormented by a nightmare driven by the horror movie we’d watched earlier, that I jerked awake to find them passed out and surrounded by liquor bottles.
Bekka and her new bestie were practically dead to the world. Issac’s face flashed in my mind, and I realized that I did have someone who could comfort me. I pushed from the bed and hurried out of the room and down the hall to where Isaac was sleeping. His television flickered, giving me enough light to see he was lying in his bed in nothing but his boxer briefs. I took in the sight of his thick muscles and the delicious V that disappeared beneath his dark underwear.
I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to be the woman who got to come home to him every day, to feel the heat of his body pressed against mine. I slowly crawled onto the bed next to him, running the pads of my fingers over the ridges of his abdomen, earning me a groan, but his eyes never opened. Emboldened by the noise of pleasure he made, I ran my fingers lower, toying with the band of his boxers before running my palm against the bulge under the thin fabric. He pushed back against my touch as his length thickened.
Pressing my teeth into my lower lip, I tugged my sleep top over my head and grabbed his heavy palm, and pressing it against my right breast. My nipple budded under his fingers, and I felt myself grow slick between my legs. I rubbed over his cock, loving that even in his sleep, I was able to get a reaction from his body.
I crawled over him, placing a hip on either side of his waist, and rubbed my pussy against his bulge, shuttering at how good it felt through the fabric of my panties. I knew it would feel even better skin to skin, so I tugged the damp fabric to the side and yanked down the waistband of his boxer briefs so I could rub my little clit against the head of his thick meat.
The moan that escaped me was feral, and I let my head fall back as I ground my cunt against him. Suddenly, two strong hands gripped my hips, stilling me.
“What the hell are you doing?” he asked with a hushed whisper.
“I couldn’t sleep,” I whined.
“Where are the other girls?” he asked, pushing up on his elbow, and I hated how his eyebrows knitted together in anger. He didn’t want me in here, even though his cock was stiff against me.
“Please don’t be mad at me, but they had too much to drink, and they’re out cold,” I wined. “I thought you would help me.”
“Did you have a nightmare?” he asked, his face visibly relaxing at the news that we weren’t going to be bothered.
I nodded, pressing my teeth into my bottom lip as his gaze dropped to my small tits, bare and begging to be touched. I bowed my back slightly to encourage him to feel me.
“Lily, we shouldn’t do this. What happened earlier was a mistake. I’m lonely, and you’re young and don’t understand the consequences of our actions. I can’t do this with you.”
“You’re not doing it,” I replied, rocking my hips forward against his length. “You were asleep.” I rolled my hips again, causing him to gasp. “Please, I just need to take my mind off the bad dream.”
His eyes narrowed, but he loosened his grip on my hips. I placed my palm on his chest, and he laid back flat on his back as I began to dry hump him faster now, desperate to cum again. I pushed my tits in his face, and soon his breathing was as ragged and as desperate as mine, and he captured one between his lips, licking and sucking on my nipple until it budded.
“Will it feel this good?” I asked. “When I let a boy fuck me, will it make my pussy this wet?” I knew my words would make him jealous, and soon his fingers dug into the flesh of my hips bruisingly hard as he guided me back and forth against the length of his meaty cock.
“You need to be broken in. Stretch the tight little cunt out enough to take a cock.”
“I want you to do it,” I whimpered. “Please,” I begged. “Just put the tip in so I can feel it.”
I shoved my underwear lower, grabbing my cock at the base for her as I guided the tip to her soaking wet opening.
“Push your cunt down on me to see if you can take it,” I growled, angry that she would even consider having another cock inside of her.
Rising up on her knees, she slowly sank down until my head stretched her, disappearing into her little pink hole. I used my other hand to rub against her hard little nub, massaging it in circles until juices dripped from her down over my length.
Her hips began to move, popping my head in and out of her as she grabbed her tits in her palms, lost in the new sensation.
I wanted to grab her hips and shove her down to the base of my cock, but I knew it would be too much for her, so I allowed her to use my dick to play with her pussy.
“Have you ever had your pussy eaten?” I asked her, my voice thick with lust.
Her cheeks darkened. “Once my friend Emma and I were practicing kissing each other, and I let her kiss me down there.”
My dick felt like it was going to explode from her confession. “Did you like it?”
She nodded, unable to meet my gaze.
“Did you eat her out too?”
Her head bobbed again.
“I’m jealous,” I confessed.
“Would you like to taste me?” she asked.
I grabbed her hips, flipping her over on the bed without a second thought as I settled between her creamy thighs. Grabbing her damp panties, I twisted and pulled until the thin fabric gave way, exposing her perfect mound to me, ready to be devoured. I shoved my own underwear down and kicked them off. Her pussy was smooth and wet, and her lips were swollen and pink from working her little cunt against me, desperate for release.
I pressed a few soft kisses up her inner thigh, forcing myself to take my time. My cock was so painfully hard I had to rub it against the bed to get a little relief.
I ran the flat of my tongue over the seam of her wet pussy, causing her hips to buck. I grabbed her, holding her against my face as I teased her hole.
“You’re so fucking juicy,” I groaned as I sucked her clit in my mouth.
That caused Lily to whimper as she ground her slit against my face. “Do you like it?”
“You have the sweetest little cunt I’ve ever tasted,” I replied, spreading her pussy wide so I could slide my tongue inside of her.
“Make it yours,” she begged. “Please.”
I pushed back on my knees as I looked down over her, desperate to cling to some sort of control. “Lily, this is so wrong. I think of you like family. I shouldn’t be doing this with you.”
“But it feels so good when you kiss me there,” she pouted. “And I know you like it too,” she added, reaching between us and grabbing my cock that jutted out between my legs.
“You have no idea,” I confessed as I shook my head. But my hips bucked forward, sliding against her tight little palm. She guided the head to her cunt, and I pushed forward against it, letting it slip between her puffy lips.
“Just pretend that I never woke you. This is all a dream.”
I tried to hide my smirk. “I’ve dreamt about fucking you a million times. This is way too good to be a fantasy, trust me.”
She pushed her hips down, taking me in a little further, causing us both to gasp at the increased sensation.
“You’re so fucking tight.”
“Stretch me,” she whispered, grabbing her perky tits and squeezing them.
I rocked forward, unable to help myself. Lily closed her eyes, her body stiffening from the intrusion. I could feel the resistance against my tip, and I knew if I pushed any further, I’d take her cherry.
“If we do this, there’s no going back. So once I’m inside of you, you’re mine, and I’m going to fuck you all night however I like, understand?”
Her eyes popped open, and she nodded her head.
“I’m yours, and you can fuck me however you want,” she whispered.
I slammed into her cunt to the hilt, stiffening as I gave her body a moment to adjust. Just being in her was enough to make me want to cum, and it took everything I had not to spill my seed in her.
“You okay?” I asked, desperate to move.
Her lips went to my ear, and she whispered, “Fuck me, Mr. Webster.”
I began to pump my thick meat in and out of her, causing my heavy sac to slap against her ass with each thrust. She grunted with every push, and I captured her mouth, shoving my tongue inside to silence her cries of pleasure and pain as I grabbed her leg and pulled it wide, so I could sink deeper into her cunt.
“You wanted me to fuck you, now you take it like a good girl,” I rasped, causing her to moan as she pushed her hips down to meet my thrusts. “That’s it. Let me fuck this little cunt hard.”
She tightened and released around me, soaking my dick in her juices. The smell of our sex hung thick in the air, and I never wanted it to end. But if we didn’t get her back to bed soon, we would be caught. I lowered my head, sucking her nipple into my mouth and pinching it between my teeth as I rode her. It only took a few more humps, and my dick thickened so hard it felt like it may get stuck inside of her before I filled her to the hilt with my thick, sticky cum.
Just the idea of having her filled with my seed kept my cock stiff and desperate for more. But the sun was starting to filter through the curtains, and I knew our time was up. But I still had time for one last taste.
I pulled out of her cunt, and my thick meat dripped between my legs.
“Look at this mess we made,” I admonished as I lowered myself between her legs, rubbing my fingers over her sticky clit. I ran my tongue against her slit, causing her to gasp. “We taste good together,” I groaned as I spread her folds and ran my tongue over her. Her cunt quivered, pumping more of our juices down the crack of her ass. I lapped them up greedily, not wanting to waste a drop. “Now get back to bed like a good girl before I have to take you again.”
Lily pushed up to her knees, her cheeks flushed and hair messy from being fucked. “What about my panties?” she asked, picking up the tattered remnants of her underwear. I took them from her hand and held them to my nose, inhaling the musk of her cunt.
“These are mine, so I can smell you next time I jerk off.”
Her cheeks darkened, but she grabbed her shirt and tugged it over her head before slipping out of my room.
I waited for a few minutes until I knew she was safely back in the other bedroom before heading downstairs to start a pot of coffee.
Nearly an hour later, the girls traipsed down the steps, hungover and waiting for breakfast. I cooked them up some pancakes and settled back against the counter as I watched them eat.
“You’re not having any, Mr. Webster?” Lily asked.
I couldn’t help but smile. “I already ate,” I replied with a wink.
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