by Anya Aurelie
“Lay down,” he commanded, and I stretched out on my back on the bathroom rug, glad that I’d remembered to wash it the day before, and stared up at him. I rubbed my tits, unable to resist touching myself in the presence of this beautiful man. Immediately my lust returned. I was shocked, having just come, that I wanted another one so soon, but I did.
Nate straddled me and pushed inside of me, penetrating me much more easily this time around, now that he’d stretched me out. I wrapped my legs around his back and pulled him closer.
“This is so good,” he panted. “I never knew you were such a slut.”
“I didn’t either,” I said. “This is only the second time I’ve had sex. I just lost my virginity two weeks ago.” I omitted the detail that the person I’d lost it to was his friend.
Nate seemed to stiffen further at the revelation that the woman he was fucking was practically a virgin. “Are you kidding me?” he asked, looking like he was straining to hold back from unleashing his cum inside of me.
“Not at all,” I said with a smile. “Don’t I feel tight to you?”
“Very tight,” he said. “I thought it was just because you were young.”
“Probably in part,” I agreed.
Now that he knew just how inexperienced I was, Nate’s whole body seemed to tense. I could tell he wanted to fill me with his cum so badly, and was having a hard time waiting. His cock felt so good inside of me, I never wanted it to end, but I too wanted to be filled.
“Ride me hard,” I whispered, and he pushed all the way into me, grinding his hips into mine in a way that made me feel like I hadn’t had a release in weeks, if not years.
By the time Nate grunted out, “I’m going to come,” I was already about to tip over the falls again myself, and his throbbing cock only intensified my own pleasure.
“I am too,” I whimpered. The orgasm gripped my whole body, and I heard the blood pounding hard in my ears as he began filling me with a river of hot liquid. My cunt tightened and released around him, and I was shocked at how clearly I felt every throb of his orgasm. His face contorted in pleasure, and I’m sure mine did too.
“Fill me up,” I moaned, loving the thought of his cum inside my unprotected pussy, never wanting this moment to end.
He throbbed and shot his cum into me for what felt like ages, seconds after I’d stopped throbbing myself, and I was able to stare at him and soak him in as he filled me. I’d always loved older men, and I couldn’t believe I was getting to indulge my fantasy with a second one of my dad’s best friends.
Finally, Nate’s cock stilled, and he pulled out of me and stood up. Woozy, I tried to stand too and almost fell, panting and trying to catch my breath.
“That was fun,” I said with a grin, and he nodded.
“Good thing the shower’s right here,” he said, and I noticed for the first time that he was drenched in sweat. I wanted to lick it off his body, but instead I stepped into the shower with him and let him soap up my breasts, then quickly washed the rest of his body.
After our shower, Nate’s face grew concerned. “Amber, it’s really important that no one find out about this,” he told me, and I rushed to reassure him.
“I’m never going to tell,” I said.
Not only did I desperately need my father never to find out, but a kernel of curiosity was forming inside my brain. I’d fucked two of my dad’s best friends. Was it possible to get the third, Chris, into bed — or bath — too, without any of them being the wiser?
Stop it! I chastised myself, but knew that I’d return to the thought later, when I was alone in bed. Alone in bed and masturbating furiously to the memory of both Jamie and Nate. And the possibility of Chris.
I really was a little slut, I thought with a smile. And I loved it.
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Keep reading Unprotected With My Dad’s Best Friend with part 3, available in late March 2015.
Unprotected With My Dad’s Best Friend, #3
As I lay in bed, I let my finger drift down between my legs. I was sleeping naked, so my journey was unimpeded, and I reached between my soft pussy lips and coated my finger in my honey-like liquid. I was so wet.
I’d just woken up from a delicious dream, a dream in which my dad’s third best friend, Chris, was pumping in and out of me like a sex doll while I stared up at him and let myself be stretched open around his thick cock. I’d been just on the verge of coming when I’d woken up, and I wasn’t about to stop now.
I lifted my slick finger to my mouth and licked my juices off of myself. “Mmmm,” I moaned to myself, getting my finger even wetter in my mouth before returning to my pussy. My clit was so sensitive, it felt like I’d been touching myself, working myself up into a lather, for hours.
In a sense, I guess I had.
I pushed two fingers inside my warm, soft hole, imagining Chris’s cock. Would he be as big and hard as Dad’s other two best friends, Nate and Jamie, had been? Would he feel as good inside my tight cunt? Would he take control and use my body until I couldn’t help but shatter into a million pieces in orgasm, and then fill me up with spurt after spurt of his cum?
Oh god. As I imagined the sexy scene, my pussy got so wet I could hardly stand it. My whole hand was covered in juice, and the sheet on top of me was getting soaked. I pushed it off me and lay totally exposed on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.
“Chris,” I whispered, fingering myself harder and harder, my middle finger working in tiny movements around the nub of my clit while the other hand still pushed inside of myself. My breath got shallower, and soon I felt the descent of the inevitable orgasm as each movement of my finger caused me to draw in my breath in gasps, working me up further and further toward the point of no return.
“Oh fuck yes,” I moaned, imagining grabbing Chris’s face and kissing him hard, feeling his tongue descend into my mouth as he continued to plunge into me from above. I opened my legs wider to him and pushed deeper inside of myself, as deep as I could go. And then I let myself fall.
The pleasure wracked my body and pulsed throughout my core and my limbs. I could feel it in my fingertips and toes, could feel my face scrunching up in pleasure and my mouth forming a perfect O.
As I started to come down from the orgasm, a thought formed in my mind: I have to have that. I have to have him for real.
I’d been attracted to my dad’s three best friends for a while now, and after losing my virginity to Jamie and experiencing my second time with Nate, Chris was the only one left I hadn’t fucked. I knew I should just put the desire aside. I knew I should try to forget it, move on, find someone my own age to date — or at the very least, someone who hadn’t known my family for so many years.
But I just couldn’t seem to get the idea out of my head. Chris was the only one left who hadn’t been inside of me, and the idea of it was just too hot to let go. He was older and wiser, and the way he looked at my young, curvy body made me want to give him everything I knew he secretly wanted, let him show me how he could please a woman.
And I could tell just by looking that he knew how to please a woman. Chris was tall and strong, broad-shouldered and confident, with medium-brown hair and a semi-cocky smile that I loved. He looked like a man who knew what women wanted, and as a woman of only nineteen, I didn’t myself quite know what I wanted.
I only knew I wanted him.
I was sure that Jamie and Nate would never tell my dad that they’d had sex with me, and they’d never tell each other either. That was the good thing about men like that: They knew how to keep a secret when they needed to. And in this case, they definitely needed to. My dad never would’ve forgiven them for deflowering his virginal young daughter, but he never would’ve forgiven me for it either. I’d be out on my ass so fast my head would spin.
So was it worth it? With Jamie and Nate, the answer had been a resounding yes. Every time I thought about the ways they’d stretched my tight pussy wide open around their huge cocks, I could feel myself ache for them all over again. I wanted
But at least with them I knew. Chris was still an unknown, and that made him all the more exciting — how he’d manhandle me, how he’d grab my breasts, how he’d hold my hips as he thrust inside of me.
I got out of bed and threw on some shorts and a tank top. It was Memorial Day weekend, and my dad was having a barbecue at our house. All three of his best friends would be there, and this was the first time I’d see Jamie and Nate together since I’d had sex with them. I knew they were discreet, so I was mostly just excited about spending some time with them, maybe getting to flaunt my curves a bit more in my bikini, out by the pool.
And of course, Chris would be there. Nothing could happen with him, I knew — not with my dad and the others around. I’d invited a few of my friends from college as well, though I didn’t know if they would show. My friends were notoriously flaky and noncommittal. I wasn’t sure if it was just a nineteen-year-old thing or if it was specific to the people I chose to hang out with, but it bugged me. If I said I would be somewhere, I went.
And so did Dad’s friends…so maybe it did have to do with our ages after all. Just one more reason I appreciated these men in their forties.
“Hey, Dad,” I said, popping into the kitchen and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.
“Morning, Amber,” he said. He was squeezing limes into a bowl.
“What are you making?” I asked, plopping down into a chair beside him.
“Preparing the marinade for the meat,” he said, cutting another lime in half. He glanced over at me then and added critically, “Make sure you put a bra on before everyone gets here.”
I rolled my eyes. “Dad,” I said with exaggerated effect, “of course I’ll put a bra on. Not that it’s any of your business.”
Did he suspect anything? He’d never told me to cover myself up before. Probably not, I decided. Maybe he simply recognized that I’d become a woman…just as Nate and Jamie had recognized it too.
I helped him in the kitchen for an hour, chopping veggies and preparing everything to go on the grill, and around noon I went to get ready for our guests to arrive.
“Are you coming?” I texted my friends Nina, Amanda, and Rob. Dad had gone outside to start firing up the grill, and I was getting excited now that the smell of smoke was beginning to waft into the house. Dad had had barbecues like this for years, and they’d always been a highlight for me.
Nina replied right away. “Sorry, went fishing!”
Fishing? I’d never known Nina to fish. Maybe she was dating someone new? I was irritated. Couldn’t she have told me this before today? Couldn’t she have brought her new fishing-enthusiast boyfriend to our house?
But that was better than Amanda and Rob, who never responded at all. I lay in bed staring at my phone for a while and playing games while I waited for them, but half an hour later I gave up and got up to change into my bikini with a sigh.
Totally unreliable. Sometimes I really hated being nineteen. When would my friends grow up and learn to commit to things?
I pulled my tank top over my head and stared at my small but perky breasts in the mirror. My nipples stood at attention and the perfect rounded mounds held themselves up effortlessly. My stomach was flat and smooth, and I turned to the side to stare at my profile.
I don’t mean to sound vain, but I knew I was hot. I’d have sex with myself, I decided, if I were a guy. I knew I wouldn’t have this body forever, and I was glad that I took advantage of what I had now, while I still had it. I’d never been embarrassed in a bikini, never hesitated to flaunt what I had, unlike many of my peers.
It wasn’t that I had a perfect body, I knew that for sure. It’s just that I also knew full well that one day I’d look back on this time in my life, and all the little flaws I saw in my body, and realize that they were nothing. Hardly anyone kept their nineteen-year-old body when they were thirty-five, so why not appreciate it while I could?
I pushed my the stretchy elastic of my shorts down my hips and over my legs, revealing inch after inch of creamy, unblemished skin. Once I was standing fully naked in front of the mirror, I stared at my body, then turned and craned my neck to look at myself from other angles. Not bad, I thought. Not bad.
The doorbell rang at that moment, but I knew Dad would hear it even out on the back deck, so I let him get it. I took my time getting dressed, pulling on first the tiny bottoms of my black string bikini, then the top, adjusting the triangles over my breasts and tying it together behind my back and at my neck.
Out in the hall, I heard Jamie’s laugh and then Nate’s voice chiming in in agreement with whatever my dad had just said. My pussy got wet at just the sound of their voices. I wondered whether Chris was with them or if he’d be coming separately.
Or if, I suddenly realized, he couldn’t make it after all.
I realized then just how excited I’d been about seeing him, and felt a wave of disappointment pass through my body at the thought. I pulled my tiny short shorts back on but didn’t bother pulling on a shirt over my bikini top. My dad wanted me to wear a bra? How about nothing but?
Their voices and footsteps had passed through the house and out back while I’d gotten dressed, so I went to meet them outside, pulling open the sliding-glass door and seeing the approving looks on both Jamie’s and Nate’s faces when they saw me.
“Hey, guys!” I said, and went to give them hugs. Jamie was a little stiff, and I knew he must be nervous about being around the girl he’d deflowered along with her dad. I tried to let him know with the casualness of my hug that it was okay.
“Where’s Chris?” I asked.
“He had some errands to run,” Nate said. “He should be here any minute.” I saw him looking me up and down, taking in my scantily clad figure in the string bikini and shorts, and gave him a smile.
I was relieved to hear that Chris was on his way.
“Need any help?” I asked Dad, who shook his head no, so I decided it was time to go in for a swim.
I peeled off my shorts, knowing full well that Jamie’s and Nate’s eyes were on me. If my own friends couldn’t make it, then I’d just make the most of what I had. I slowly slathered coconut-scented sunscreen all over my arms, legs, and cleavage, asking Nate to rub it on my back. His hands felt tentative, nervous, as he touched my skin for the first time since he’d plunged his hard cock inside of me.
Once I was covered in the lotion, I dove into the pool in a perfect arc, and when I popped back up, hair streaming, I realized that one of my breasts had fallen out of its tiny triangle holder.
I also realized that Chris had arrived, just in time to see my naked breast.
I gave him a quick, embarrassed smile, and put my breast back into my clothing. I wasn’t actually embarrassed, but I knew I was supposed to play the part. In fact, I was glowing at the way he’d looked at me — and grateful that my dad’s back had still been turned, staring at the grill.
“Hi, Chris,” I called out, and waved. He nodded at me and greeted my dad, who gestured to a cooler where he could put the beer he’d brought.
“Hope you don’t mind I let myself in,” he said, taking his shirt off to enjoy the sun. His chest was broad and sexy, muscular with only light wisps of hair. I stared at him, knowing I was being a little too obvious but not caring in the slightest.
“Course not,” Dad said. “You’re practically family.”
I swam for a while longer, enjoying the feeling of the water cooling my breasts and getting between my bikini bottoms and my pussy. I opened and closed my legs, letting it wash over my clit and wishing I could rub myself without being noticed.
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