Falling for My Dad's Best Friend

by Cassandra Dee

  “Ohh!” she squealed, as her flesh pulsed. “Ohhh!”

  Because it was an amazing sight. Oh yeah, teen twats are the most receptive, the most elastic, and right now, as orgasm ripped through her body, Mandy’s pussy gave it up. You could literally see the pink walls gripping my fingers with each contraction, pulsing wildly, so strong that my fingers ached, each spasm an incredible tidal wave of sensation, her pussy pulsing like an unstoppable wave machine.

  “Unnh!” Mandy cried out again, eyes glued to where my fingers entered her twat. “Oh oh oh!”

  And oh shit, but it was amazing. Her teen snatch spurted slightly then, a visible stream of fluid jetting out to coat my wrist as I fucked her vag deeper.

  “That’s right baby girl,” I ground out, dick dying to be in her, ready for some deep penetration. “That’s right, you’re a squirter, now let go, roll with it baby.”

  And Mandy lost it completely then. With a squeal rising into a full-on scream echoing in the tiled bathroom, her pussy clenched once more, hard, before dissolving into a series of shudders, each one so strong that my fingers almost broke off, I was caught in a vise, a vise of the softest flesh, yeah, but also one as powerful as an octopus, slippery and wet.

  “FUCK!” she screamed then, another jet of liquid blasting from her puss, spattering against my lower torso. “Oh fuck me Daddy, fuck me!”

  And it was time. Because the best time to take a virgin is right when she’s orgasming, her puss is so hot, wet, and hungry that she can take dick easier, which was important in this case because we were on the fast track. I had limited time to tease Mandy, to play with that twat and get it loosened nice and slow. So without missing a beat, it happened. In a flash, I pulled my fingers out, dripping with goo, and lined my cock up at that little hole. And catching her chin in one big hand, I turned her face towards mine, our eye contact sizzling.

  “Look at me baby girl,” I ground out. “Look at Daddy as you get fucked for the first time.”

  And with that, I drove in hard, unstoppable, breaking through that delicate hymen in one relentless thrust. Oh fuck, it was good, Mandy was so tight and wet and welcoming. But the truth was that it wasn’t easy. It wasn’t one slick slide, and bingo, I was in. Her pussy contractions and tractor beam grip meant that I had to push hard, I had to force that little pussy open with my huge dick, the penetration shocking.

  And Mandy squealed, brown eyes widening as she was breached for the first time, a slight grunt escaping her lips.

  “That’s right,” I ground out, breathing labored, pausing for a moment. “That was your hymen breaking honey, your girlhood’s gone forever. Now fuck me back,” I commanded.

  And the brunette tossed her head, moaning a little, thrashing involuntarily within my arms. But there was no place to go, she was embedded on my thick cock, pussy walls eating it up. And with a moan and a shake of her head, a quiver of those huge tits, Mandy gave into the sensations then. Oh yeah, this was a slut who loved dick, a cum receptacle to the max, taking to the water like an eel, and that curvy white body began pulsing beneath me, around me, milking me deep.

  “Ohhhhh, Rob!” she whined, fingering her tits as I fucked her twat. “Oh, Mr. Parker!”

  And I grunted, thrusting into her once more, hips picking up speed as I drilled that tiny twat.

  “Oh fuck,” I ground out. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.”

  Because what I hadn’t counted on was my own reaction. I’ve fucked hundreds of women in the past, there are dozens of women dying to get my hard shaft in their bodies all the time. But this was different. I hadn’t counted on my own reaction, how tight Mandy’s twat would feel pulsing around me, how satisfying it was to have a virgin loving the taste of her first man, transforming her into a cumslut. And against all odds, I lost control. With a mighty roar, chest and abs tight, balls raised and ready, I spurted. Huge, virile lashes of cream splashed into the brunette’s interior, painting her vaginal walls white, blasting into the little girl with a vengeance.

  “Fuck!” I roared once more. “Fuck fuck fuck!”

  And Mandy creamed even more below me, letting out another moan as our bodies came together.

  “Ohhh Daddy,” she cried out, cunt pulsing around me, milking me for the good stuff. “Yes, give it to me.”

  And my body obeyed, cock stiff as an iron pole as I jerked and spurted uncontrollably. Goddamn, what was all that about protection and her being a fertile eighteen year-old? But it was too late, we were both too far gone, I’d already unloaded gallons the female, her pussy spasms pulling the semen even deeper into that fertile young body.

  And I loved it. I loved every second of the fucking, seeing the plump white body twist and moan beneath me, breasts heaving, twat pulsing, as Mandy cried out with lust, love, and absolute surrender. Her lips parted slightly then, that pink pout so perfect, as she moaned once more.

  “Oh yes, Mr. Parker,” the brunette cried out throatily. “Yes, make me yours.”

  And with that, one more giant splash of cum jetted into the girl’s body. Because yeah, Mandy belongs to me. This eighteen year-old naïf, virgin no more, was all mine. My dick in her was like a lifeline, anchoring the female, a steady pole that she pulsed on. My semen splashing into that hot channel marked her as mine, my cum would be dripping out of her for hours, an unmistakable brand. And as for the girl herself? It was the same. As Mandy’s eyes opened, I fell into the deep chocolate, heady and lost. Because yeah, Mandy belonged to me, absolutely, no doubt about it, everything about this brunette was mine. But somehow along the way, despite my decades of experience, my reputation as a playboy, I’d lost myself. Rob Parker belonged to Mandy Jones, and there was no turning back now.

  CHAPTER NINE

  Mandy

  I’d heard losing your virginity as painful, but it’s not, not really. Sure, there was a pinch when Rob entered me with his powerful shaft, anything that big going into you is gonna be a little uncomfortable. But I was ready, he’d gotten me so wet and willing that it wasn’t bad at all. I’d squealed, eyes flying open, feeling so full, spread and taken, and utterly his. And there’d only been a moment of discomfort and then the big man was all the way in, seated completely.

  And oh fuck, but I loved it. I love having Rob’s dick in me, I love how it feels, thick, so huge and enormous, my mouth starts watering whenever I see it, whenever I even think about it. Because I need it in me, in my mouth, my pussy, and yes, even my ass. I’m a cumslut, there’s no doubt. Within twenty-four hours I’ve been transformed from a virgin into a girl who begs for dick, who needs semen like it’s the elixir of life, the only thing that can keep me going.

  And Mr. Parker’s into it too. After that incredible first time, I sat dazed on the shower seat as he pulled out slowly.

  “Look baby,” he ground out. “Look how fucked your pussy is.”

  And in a trance, I tipped my chin down for a glimpse, silent, still stunned. Because the sensations were overwhelming, a tornado had just ripped through my frame, my pussy spent and used, every nerve jolted. But my brain came alive once more as I watched the scene unfold, that huge member slowly exiting my body, pole shiny with my juices, streaked with the remnants of loving.

  “Oh,” I murmured throatily. “Oh.” I couldn’t manage more.

  Mr. Parker smirked knowingly.

  “Oh is right,” he grunted. “Baby got fucked.”

  And his words were a hundred percent on the money because as we watched, a drop of white balanced delicately at my hole before slipping down my ass cheeks, a streak of the good stuff coating my bottom. I was literally overfilled with Rob’s sperm, he’d stuffed me so tight, pumped me so full, that it was coming out now. My mouth opened, shocked, unsure what to do.

  But Mr. Parker was on it. With a deep growl in his chest, he leaned forward and ran his tongue up my butt cheek, lapping up the good stuff.

  “Mmm, baby tastes good,” he ground out. “Little girl, you’re so fucking dirty, serving up a cream pie after your first fuck.”

>   And I flushed then, cheeks growing hot. That was right, I’d been so dazed and overwhelmed that I’d forgotten the whole cream pie thing, my porn fantasy. But now, seeing my pussy drip with his virility made me flush, even more so as the big man chuckled, dick still dripping with lust.

  But Mr. Parker was already light years ahead. He’s been taking women for more than thirty years and this was nothing new for him. A cream pie, however nasty and new for me, was par for the course for him. I blushed a little thinking how far behind I was. But I wanted to learn, and Daddy was the perfect teacher, the perfect lover for me. Not to mention Rob was only too happy to teach because after licking up that trail of white, he savored the taste in his mouth for a moment before bending his head once more and tonguing my back hole, swift and slick.

  “Eek!” I shrieked, looking at him with wide, shocked eyes. “What are you doing Daddy? No, no!” Futilely, I tried to clamp my legs together, to bat him away with my small hands. Oh my god, this was so embarrassing, my ass was for output only, I couldn’t believe the big man had just licked my anus.

  But the alpha chuckled deep in his chest, putting a big hand on each of my knees and forcing me to part my legs once more, to show him the world.

  “You think I haven’t seen this already?” he ground out. “Honey, while you were spreadeagle, I saw everything, including this,” he said, running a big finger lightly across my brown pucker. Immediately it clenched, the pleats tightening like my ass was bracing for war.

  And I squealed again, futilely trying to fight him, to pull my knees closed once more, but Rob was strong, far too powerful.

  “Don’t be shy,” the big man rumbled, blue gaze hot. “All of you belongs to me. All of you tastes good, sweetheart, including that ass.”

  “But Daddy!” I cried, so embarrassed, a hot flush staining my cheeks, running down my bosom, all the way down to my pussy in fact. “It’s a private part, it’s for … you know ….” I stopped. This was too embarrassing, and I couldn’t get the words out. I couldn’t say “poo,” or “number two,” it was too gross in front of the man you adored.

  But Mr. Parker wasn’t deterred.

  “No sweetheart,” he ground out, eyes suddenly serious. “There isn’t any part of you that’s private now. It all belongs to Daddy, including this,” he said, brushing his fingers against my brown pucker again. The pleats contracted once more, shocked at his touch, but just as sudden, they opened once more, flowering a little.

  So inside, I knew it was true. I did belong to Rob, I’d do whatever he wanted, my insides were supple, loose, his for the taking, my body already obeying his commands. And sighing once more, I let go, giving myself over to the alpha. After all, what could I do? I belonged to the big man and I loved being his, I wanted it all, whatever Rob would teach me.

  Cheeks flushing once more, I murmured throatily.

  “Yes Daddy, that belongs to you too,” I repeated in a trance, I was so in thrall to this man.

  And Rob nodded, growling like a hungry bear.

  “That’s right baby,” he ground out. “That’s right, and Daddy’s gonna put his dick in there too. Are you ready for that? Can Baby take it?”

  I gasped, eyes flying wide once more, unable to help myself. Oh my god, no. He couldn’t possibly. If my pussy had been small, then my anus was twice as small, and dry too, there was no natural lube back there. He couldn’t possibly. But at the same time, my cunt began juicing once more from the idea, from anticipation, because what would it feel like? Would it be just as good? Just as nasty? Just as nice? I was a cumslut now and my body loosened on its own once more, warmth radiating from my mound.

  “Yes, put it in my butt,” I murmured, a little shocked at my own words, cheeks flushing despite the fact that I spread my legs automatically. “I want it Daddy, put it in.”

  And Rob chuckled deeply, blue eyes knowing as he leaned forwards to give me another kiss.

  “That’s right, that’s Daddy’s dirty baby, letting me do whatever I want. Because honey,” he ground out. “I’m gonna put it in there, and I’m also gonna do you double.”

  I shook my head, confused. What did “double” mean? Did that mean he’d pump twice as fast? Twice as hard? I was lost, this was all new to me. So I took a deep breath and spoke up.

  “But Daddy,” I interrupted shyly. “What does that mean? I don’t know what “double” means.”

  Mr. Parker just grinned knowingly once more.

  “Honey, it’s something in your ass and your puss at once. Or two things, more accurately. You know, dick in your ass and fingers in your cunt, or the other way around, so you’re stuffed both ways. It’s a different way to keep a girl on her toes, giving it to her front and back at once.”

  And I positively melted then, nips hardening, twat aching, begging to try this new, illicit scenario. Because I wanted it desperately then, I needed it, I was dying to explore the uncharted territory, the penetration so thorough, so overwhelming, so amazingly exciting. Yes, I wanted it with Rob … I wanted everything, absolutely everything, with Mr. Parker as my guide.

  So I licked the side of his neck then, running my tongue up that bronzed column, pressing my boobies against his hard chest, wiggling slightly, trying to tempt the big man.

  “Why not now?” I breathed against that hot skin. “Why not now, Daddy?”

  And Rob’s eyes gleamed.

  “Because baby girl,” he said, stroking a hand through my wet curls. “You’ll be achy and sore, you’re not gonna walk right if I drill you double at the moment. Your parents would know in an instant what we’ve been up to. And besides, we’re here to take a shower and you’re not the least bit clean.”

  I moaned again. Holy shit, my parents, that’s right Linda and Ray would be with us tomorrow morning, which was way too soon. But I didn’t care. I only had a limited time with my lover and even if I walked with a cane, I wanted it. I’d say I fell down the stairs or something, that was an easy enough excuse. So I pushed back.

  “No, Mr. Parker,” I shook my head determinedly, “Don’t stop, I want it. I’m eighteen and flexible, I’m sure my body recovers fast,” I cooed in a breathy whisper against his ear.

  The big man growled, palms running up and down my back, squeezing my rump.

  “That’s nice of you to say,” he ground out, corkscrewing off one of my nips, making an audible pop. “And you’re right, teen pussy is the most flexible, bendy and luscious. But honey, you’re eighteen, not Supergirl. Trust me, after I’ve given you a good going-over, you’re gonna be in a wheelchair, you’re not gonna be able to get out of bed, moaning and squealing, ass and pussy sizzling. So I appreciate it honey, but no, this isn’t the right time.”

  And I pouted, unhappy. I wanted it, and what did Mr. Parker know? My pussy is resilient, adaptable, and all I was asking was another steamy session right here, in the alpha’s arms, his dick in me everywhere, pummeling, driving, spurting hot blasts of semen. I wanted to taste him again, to have that sticky goop in my mouth, the white the most precious stuff on earth. What man would turn that down?

  But Mr. Parker always gets his way.

  “Upsy-daisy baby, let’s get you clean,” he commanded, ending the conversation with finality, slapping my butt cheek lightly as he hauled me off the shower seat. And with a squeal, a squirm and a giggle, I found myself under the spray once more as Rob lathered me up, his fingers in my hair, all over my slippery curves, touching my cunt and breasts once more, making me shiver.

  “That’s right dirty baby,” he ground out. “Get clean for Daddy.”

  It was hard to stay still, to have him touch me without fucking, but if it was difficult for me, it was twice as difficult for Rob. Because I saw how stiff his cock was, the flagpole flying at full mast, tip oozing with desire, semen dropping off to mix with the water below our feet.

  “Just one taste Daddy,” I begged, small hand reaching for his shaft, trying to bring it to my mouth, craning my head. “Just one taste.”

  But Mr. Parker wa
s adamant.

  “Baby your lips on my fuckrod are dynamite,” he ground out. “We’ll never get out of here if that happens.” And with determined hands, he finished rinsing, twisting the spigot so that the water switched off with a creak and hauled me out of the stall before draping a plush white towel around my form.

  “Now dry, honey,” he commanded, “Get yourself dry.”

  And I mewled because I wanted to have more sex, to welcome that penis in me once more, it was right there, hole gleaming with pre-cum, tempting and stiff. But Rob shook his head.

  “You’re a dirty baby, Mandy Dandy, you’ve got a slutty cunt, but not now. Now is the time for getting dry.”

  And so with slow hands, I wiped off the water before getting dressed once more, this time in another tiny tee and booty shorts. Oh yeah, I wanted Mr. Parker to see what he was missing and pulled on my cutest outfit, the crop top revealing the bottoms of my boobs, my cut-offs so short that the undersides of my butt cheeks hung out, everything juicy and delectable.

  “Okay, ready,” I chirped, wiggling in front of him, making my parts bounce enticingly. “Ready,” I pouted once more.

  And Rob merely looked for a long moment, in the middle of buttoning his shirt, that huge male body intense, ready to pounce. I thought I had him, I thought he’d rip off my clothes again, that we’d do it on the floor this time, but instead, he continued getting dressed, averting his eyes.

  “Downstairs, baby girl,” he growled, fingers shaking a bit on his shirt. “Get yourself a drink and I’ll meet you downstairs.”

  And with a flounce of my brown curls, I turned and scampered away. Why was Mr. Parker being so serious? This was a time for fun and games, why was he acting like an adult for crying out loud? There was no need, I was happy and ecstatic, in Seventh Heaven all around.

  But when the big man came down, fully dressed, that black hair slightly ruffled but still absolutely delectable, I could tell he wasn’t in the mood to play. There was a serious air about him, a gravity. He wanted to talk and I wiggled uncomfortably.