“That’s right baby,” I ground out. “Give it up to Daddy, give it up.”
And Mandy’s eyes squeezed shut as my rod edged slowly up her interior, so dry, so tight, so fucking unbelievable. Taking a deep breath, I went for it, and with one last push of my hips, I was in. The girl’s sphincter popped audibly as I slid the last couple inches until my balls pressed against that clit, banging against her hard nub.
“Awww fuck, baby,” I ground out, rotating my waist slightly, letting her savor the feel of a cock up her butt. “Aw fuck.”
And Mandy couldn’t answer, too lost in the sensations. Her eyes were closed, mouth half-open as brown curls spilled over her shoulders, butt trembling, lifted in the air with a massive fuckrod stuck inside.
“Oh, ummmm,” she sighed, every sense on alert, boobs quivering hotly. “Umm.”
And with that, I began to move slightly, just rocking at first, stretching out that anal canal.
“Fuck baby, you’re so tight,” I ground out, slowly increasing the swing of my hips. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
And she shivered then, huge ass trembling around my dick as her anus took the pounding.
“Ummm,” she murmured again.
But what I hadn’t counted on was me. I was so aroused by this scenario, the huge fleshy curves, the giant butt below me, the sight of my cock buried deep, going in and out, fucking this slutty anus, and I burst within minutes. Yeah, me, Rob Parker, the guy who can go for hours, making a woman come and come again before seeking my own satisfaction, fucking blasted like a fifteen year-old doing it for the first time, splashing my hot white up the little girl’s rectum.
“Fuck!” I roared, face tight, abs and chest straining as my life force erupted. “Shee-it!”
Mandy whimpered too, shaking and shivering as my jism journeyed up her insides. Her orgasm thundered, beginning with a few telltale shivers and snowballing until that sweet anus pulsed spastically around me, milking my dick. I roared again, blasting full-force, semen coating her interior channel, the milky white spraying all the way up to her GI tract, and just as we both cried out in lust and pleasure, the door downstairs banged with a resounding thump, luggage thunking in the entryway.
“Yoo hoo!” called Linda’s voice, sailing up the stairs. “Anybody home?”
Oh shit, oh fucking shit. Mandy’s parents were here, Linda and Ray had arrived early. It was seven a.m. for crying out loud, who the fuck busts in this early in the morning? But this was their cabin, they owned the place and my girl and I were the interlopers.
So we jerked to a halt, the banging and thumping of the bed frame coming to an abrupt stop, the mattress ceasing its rhythmic creaks. But there was no way we could stop our bodies, there was no way that we could go from sixty to zero in one second. So despite the fact that Mandy buried her face in the pillow, a muffled shriek rang out despite her best efforts, her body convulsing around mine, the ripples of ecstasy impossible to contain. And roaring slightly beneath my breath, I let out one last spurt, one powerful spray of the good stuff, shooting it so deep that I was sure Mandy would choke, the white bubbling up in her throat.
But Linda’s footsteps were on the stairs now, growing louder with every second.
“Mandy!” she called. “Rob! Rise and shine, we’re here!” she sang.
And both of us sprang into action then. Mandy hopped off my dick and pulled a t-shirt over her head, scrambling with flying limbs out the door, zipping into her own room. And I pulled on a thick bathrobe, one that would hide my erection, the thick terrycloth like a sleeping bag wrapped around my form.
Feigning drowsiness, I pulled the door open.
“Heya Linda,” I yawned, rubbing my face like I’d just woken up. “What time is it?” I squinted blearily. Of course, this was all an act, I was completely awake and alert, adrenalin pumping through my veins.
“Yeah, Ray and I finished the repairs on the Millers’ roof, it was so easy,” chirped Linda. “So we decided to start driving at daybreak, and here we are!” she chirped, gesturing with her hands. “It’s lovely to see you too,” she said, leaning in for a kiss on the cheek.
I grunted, still doing my just-woken act as the door to Mandy’s room cracked open, my beautiful goddess standing there, clad in her own bathrobe.
“Hi Ma,” she yawned, letting out a dramatic sigh, arms outstretched over her head. “Glad you made it,” she murmured sleepily. I smirked, my eyes meeting hers over her mom’s shoulder. I couldn’t help it. We were both so full of shit, and if we played this “just got up” spiel any longer, we’d be caught for sure.
But Mandy was going for it.
“Ma, it’s seven a.m.,” she said like a pouty teen. “Why are you here so early? I don’t get it, I’m going back to bed,” she grumbled and with that, the door banged shut behind her.
Smart move, I thought. Smart move, ducking out of sight as soon as possible. No need to prolong the farce, it only provides opportunity to screw up. But suddenly, I realized why Mandy had pulled a disappearing act. Because right where she’d stood were a couple droplets of white on the floorboards, tangy and gooey. Oh shit, oh shit. My cock stiffened abruptly when I realized what it was, the unmistakable evidence of our loving. Semen was dripping from Mandy’s ass, my jizz was trickling from her anus, and she’d beat feet back into her room before the mess got even worse.
So with a hasty grin, I tried to rush Linda out of there.
“Here, come on,” I said, taking her elbow. “Let’s go downstairs, I’ll make you some coffee.”
But Linda couldn’t be budged.
“No, no!” she chirped. “I’ve got to do some unpacking, and then we’re gonna have so much fun together. Ray’s planned a full day of hiking, so there are lunches to get together, we’ve got to get drinking water from the well, and Mandy. That girl’s got to get up, she’s gonna miss all the fun.”
But I tugged Linda’s elbow insistently this time, the telltale droplets of white gleaming on the oak floorboards in the corner of my eye. Holy shit, they were so obvious and I needed to hustle the woman out of there stat before she slipped and fell on my semen, before she realized I’d been boning her daughter.
“Naw, it’s good,” I growled. “Let’s go downstairs and catch up first, I haven’t seen you guys in ages. Besides, there’s cinnamon toast,” I winked. “Isn’t that your favorite?”
And I haven’t known Rob and Linda all this time for nothing. Because immediately the middle-aged turned on her heel and nodded happily.
“It is!” she said. “It’s so nice of you to remember, Robert, I’ve always said you would be such a great catch for the right woman. Just you wait, there’s a lucky girl out there who’s going to thank her stars when you sweep her off her feet,” she clucked.
And making agreeable noises, I escorted the bubbly blonde with a firm hand down the stairs and into the kitchen, shaking my head when she couldn’t see. Because that lucky girl was her very own daughter, I’d already gotten lucky with Mandy, taking that sweet, nubile body, adoring the brunette, worshipping every inch of the curvaceous female. But the thing is that my luck had run out, the carriage had turned back into a pumpkin and everything was as clear as day now. Mandy wasn’t mine, our sex-filled tryst was done, and now in the bright light of morning, her parents were here to boot.
“That’s right,” Linda babbled happily, once we got into the kitchen, looking through the cabinets for the bread. “One very lucky girl is going to sink her claws into Robert Parker, and we won’t see you anymore,” she clucked. “But it’s for the better, we want you to be happy Rob. Ray and I, we’ve wanted you to find someone for so long.”
And my friend came stamping into the kitchen right then, big as a bear, red-faced and jowly.
“Hey buddy,” he boomed, clapping a hand on my back. “My wife giving you the third degree?”
I was just about to answer before Linda cut in.
“Not the third degree,” she scolded, reaching up to peck her husband’s cheek in greetin
g. “Just telling Rob that he should find someone, someone young, sweet, and nice, the perfect age for having kids. Because you know men,” she winked, waggling her eyebrows. “You’re so lucky you have a long timeline, you can be seventy and having kids still. Like Hugh Hefner, was that him?” she paused for a moment, wrinkling her brow. “Didn’t Hugh Hefner have kids when he was seventy?”
I had to interrupt at this point.
“Naw, I’m good,” I growled. “Not too many ladies around these days, I’ve been real busy.”
And to add to fuel to this already ludicrous fire, Linda clapped her hands on her hips and eyed me, scolding like a pecking hen.
“Too busy! Too busy to find a woman? Robert Parker,” she chided. “How could you be too busy to meet someone? Do you want to die the richest man in the cemetery, no family to cry at your funeral? My gawd,” she huffed exasperatedly. “Ray, we’ve gotta find someone for Robert, I can’t believe we’ve got such an eligible single man on our hands.”
I shook my head, gut churning. Because the truth is I’d already found the right girl. She was young, nubile, of childbearing age, and filled with my cum at this very moment. In fact, the brunette was upstairs right now, nude and saucy, wiping the insides of her thighs of my sperm, making sure not to spill more.
But self-preservation took over and I merely grunted something incoherent about “work” and “patients.” Besides, my buddy knows me well and pulled his wife back from the brink.
“Let’s leave Rob to his own devices,” he chuckled deeply. “I’m sure Rob’s got something up his sleeve.”
I almost snorted then. That’s right, except Mandy wasn’t up my sleeve. She was in plain sight, I was drilling their daughter in plain sight. But the seriousness of the situation rolled over me then because here I was, having a conversation with my lover’s parents as they unsuspectingly egged me on. They thought that I was dating women in their thirties, or forties even, these were the ladies that were “age-appropriate.” For all their playful teasing, if Linda and Ray found out that I was boning their precious baby, it’d be game over, shits and giggles no more. My head would be on a stake, balls nailed to wall by Ray barehanded, reported to the police for sure.
So I grunted, a despairing mood sweeping over me.
“Listen, I should get changed,” I managed. “Give me a few.”
And with that, I was up the stairs and back at the second-floor landing. Gratifyingly, the white droplets of cum were no longer there, they’d been swiped clean, the oak board glistening innocently. And my ears picked up the sounds of a shower, Mandy scrubbing that nude pink body, touching herself, probably wondering about the ache between her legs and in her butt. God, how much I wanted to join her just now. How much I wanted to barrel in there and add to that ache, to watch that sweet form convulse once more, to whisper in her ear as she panted my name. But vacation was over. Mandy’s parents were here, and the real world had just come crashing down. There was no us, and there never had been. The taboo affair was over.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Mandy
One month later …
“Did you get the results?” I asked, sitting up on the exam table. I was at the Student Health Center. It’s been a month since being with Rob in the cabin, and I haven’t seen him since. Instead, I made my way back to campus for summer school, and felt sick the entire time. At first I thought it was a broken heart or some other pathetic crap, but after a month of queasiness and nausea, I dragged myself to the medical center for a check-up.
And in response to my question, the nurse shut door behind her, expression serious. Uh oh, that didn’t bode well.
“We did, Amanda,” the woman intoned. Handing me a piece of paper, she put it baldly. “You’re pregnant.”
My heart began thumping, a massive pounding filling my head. Pregnant? Really? Sure, I’d had unprotected sex with Rob, but it had only been for a weekend. Not even two days, really only a day and a half before my parents barreled in, interrupting us in the middle of anal sex, of all things. So could it be true?
But the piece of paper in my hand was absolutely, verifiably certain. PREGNANT, it read in big bold letters, my name at the top.
And I looked up at the nurse then.
“I’m sorry?” I asked dumbly. “Sorry, I didn’t hear what you said,” I apologized. Because she’d been droning on and on, and I’d tuned her out instinctively, just trying to absorb the test results, staring blankly at the piece of paper.
“Like I said,” she said briskly. “There’s Planned Parenthood, there are a number of places you can go for more counseling, more tests, to get pre-natal vitamins, to learn how to care for a child. There are many options,” she said delicately.
But I knew what the woman was getting at and it made my bowels churn, a huge rush of nausea making me jump up.
“I’m sorry, I have to go,” I stammered. “I have to go,” I mumbled, grabbing my backpack. Evidently, stunned shock is pretty common reaction around the medical center, and the woman merely pressed a couple brochures into my hand as I darted from the room.
“Come back anytime,” she said reassuringly. “But the clock’s ticking, Amanda. The clock’s ticking.”
I flew from the building in my haste, curls streaming behind me, curves jouncing up and down. Holy shit, holy shit. Out of breath, I paused for a moment, leaning over, hands on my knees, trying to breathe. And once outside, the fresh air made a difference. I’m not sure exactly what it was, but oxygen rushed into my lungs then, the sun shining brightly overhead, optimistic and cheerful, the smell of lemons in the air. I took another deep breath, desperately trying to get a hold of myself.
Because I had to tell Robert. I had to tell him that I was pregnant with his child, that our weekend of illicit sex had come to this. I had to tell him that despite our sort-of “talk,” that the words were too late even then. The alpha had been right. I was a fertile teenager, and just a few blasts of semen into my pussy were enough to set the whole thing in motion, everything happening like clockwork. I was pregnant now, I was going to be a mother.
And the thought made me queasy on the one hand, because I could tell what the nurse was hinting at when she spoke of “options.” I could tell that she didn’t want to push me one way or another, that would be unprofessional, but at the same time, she felt that I had a clear path. I was an eighteen year-old girl after all, one who didn’t have a degree, no husband, no job, no nothing. I was gonna end up barefoot and pregnant, a welfare case if I wasn’t careful.
But I can’t. I don’t care what “options” there are, this child was conceived in passion, and even if Rob didn’t feel it for me, I loved him and would treasure our time together, always. I was keeping the baby, one that I hoped would have his father’s black hair and blue eyes, the same dimple in his left cheek, and the sense of humor that drove me crazy. Echoes of Rob’s voice rang in my head as I trembled, reaching for my phone. What was the big man going to say? A lump formed in my throat, hot tears already filling my eyes.
The phone rang once, twice, and then Mr. Parker picked up.
“Hello,” he growled, surly and obstinate.
I gaped for a moment, unsure what to say. We’d left the cabin on agreeable terms, there hadn’t been much to say between Linda’s prattling and my Dad’s amused comments. So we’d pretended like everything was normal, eating dinner, sitting around the campfire, always in the presence of my parents. I’d gone with it, smiling until my face cracked, acting like a normal teenager because what choice did I have? There was no way we could let Ray and Linda in on the secret.
Except that I did expect more. Once the vacation was over, I thought Rob would call. Maybe it’d be in the dark of night, after he got off a midnight shift, tired and cranky. But instead, all was quiet. Less than quiet, there was rock solid silence, so loud that my ears thundered. And I’d cried for a couple days, after the realization hit me. Rob didn’t love me. Like he’d warned, it was nothing but the physical, and now that that was done
, we were over. Kaput. Nada.
So I picked myself up and went back to school, trying to mend my life, to put the pieces back without too much suffering. But things didn’t get better, there was that head cold, the nausea, the general feeling of despondency, and now this. Now I was pregnant, and it was everything and anything I’d been feeling rolled up into one, a mess of scrambled eggs. The only thing for sure was that I was going to be a mother.
So I pressed the phone tightly to my ear and mumbled, “Hi Mr. Parker, it’s me, Mandy.”
There was silence for a moment and then Rob’s voice came back on.
“Hey Amanda,” he drawled. “Good to hear from you. What’s up?”
I cursed myself. How could he sound so careless, so worry-free after all that had happened? I’d given myself to him, letting him take my pussy and ass cherries, squealing and shivering, offering my body up on a platter. And he’d taken, oh god, he’d taken. So how could he sound so normal now?
But I wanted to get it over with asap, before I lost my nerve. So I cleared my throat hastily and spoke quickly into the receiver.
“I’m pregnant Mr. Parker. I went to the doctor today and they told me that I’m having a baby in about nine months. It’s yours,” I clarified, red flushing my chest. Oh god, of course it was his, but I wanted him to know, to be absolutely sure. “It’s yours, you know, from our weekend together.”
There was utter silence from the other side and as I waited, tears began pouring from my cheeks, rolling down in hot trails and dripping off my chin. I bit my lip, trying to hide behind a flowering bush, to shield myself from random passerby. What was he going to say? Oh god, I couldn’t stand it if he laughed, if he denied that the child was his … or even worse, if he told me to get rid of it. My throat literally closed at that thought, painful, tight, chest constricted as I fought for air.
But I was off the mark, completely wrong. Because instead of recriminations, instead of nasty accusations or even worse, cold, deadly commands to march myself to the nearest Planned Parenthood, Rob let out a choked laugh.
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