by Anya Aurelie
“Almost time to eat,” Dad announced after a while. “Who brought the buns?”
My dad’s friends looked at each other. “Crap,” Chris said. “That was my job, wasn’t it? I’ll run to the store right now. How much time do we have?”
“Oh, no big rush,” my dad said. “I can keep it warm.”
In a sudden burst of inspiration, I said, “I’ll go with you!”
Everyone seemed to look at me for a moment, and I knew they were surprised at my offer. I didn’t care. I wanted some alone time with Chris…and whatever that might lead to. I’d seen how he was looking at me, and I was looking back at him with the same amount of lust or more.
I pulled myself out of the pool and let the water run down my body. Chris stared at me, and I could see him trying to look away. The bulge in his pants stirred, and I swear it grew bigger for a moment. I wrapped the towel around my wet body, grabbed the shorts, and followed him into the house.
“You want to put on some clothes first?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I said, then looked at him coyly. “Will you help me choose?”
I saw the conflicting thoughts on Chris’s face, plain as day, but he followed me to my bedroom. I let the wet towel drop to the floor and didn’t bother putting the shorts on. After all, they’d only get wet. I could feel his eyes on my bare skin.
“Do you like this?” I asked him, pulling a shirt from the drawer and turning to show him — then stopped short. Chris was obviously hard through his pants, staring at me.
I smiled mischievously. “Chris,” I said. “What’s that?” I pointed at his erection as though innocently inquiring.
He looked embarrassed, and adjusted his pants to make the bulge less obvious. “I like that shirt,” he said quickly. “Go with that one.”
“I need your help first,” I said. “Untie my bikini?”
I batted my eyes as innocently as I could, then approached him and turned my back to him. I could feel his hesitance, but he reached out and pulled the strings first at my back, and then at my neck, and the fabric fell away from my skin.
Chris’s hands remained on my shoulders after they no longer needed to be there, and a thrill went through my body. I turned around slowly and faced him, naked from the waist up.
He looked down at my breasts, no longer bothering to hide his attention. I could see his breathing get heavier as he stared at me. And then, slowly, he reached one shaky hand up to my breast and covered it with his palm.
“Mmm,” I breathed, not even meaning to.
He lifted his other hand and covered my other breast, then began rubbing and massaging them. I moved closer to him, breathing in his scent. God, I wanted this so much. I knew I was almost impossibly wet already, could feel my pussy start to throb at the thought of him deep inside of it.
I moved close enough to him that my hip was pressing lightly into his erection, and he pushed it back into me, then leaned his head down to kiss me. Suddenly, as though realizing what we were doing, he jumped away.
But instead of stopping, he just closed my bedroom door and returned to our position. That was when I knew for sure that I had him.
I was going to fuck my dad’s last remaining best friend.
Chris pushed me down on my single bed, the one I’d had since I was little, and his hands began roaming up and down my body. I felt his too, moving my fingers over his taut chest and firm muscles, feeling the muscles in his neck as he kissed me and then moved down to suck on my nipples.
I opened my legs, and he lay on top of me in between them, his erection still raging, pushing into my leg now. Chris took my nipple between his teeth and pulled lightly on it, lifting the skin up, then dropped it so that my breast fell, jiggling, back into place. He moved and did the same to the other side, and I squeezed the muscles in his arms.
Chris licked between my breasts, then down my stomach, and the feeling in my pussy got stronger and stronger. It felt as though my clit were trying to reach out and grab him, like a flower straining toward sunlight.
Chris licked over my bellybutton and around the sides of my stomach, and I shivered. Then he licked along the line of my wet bikini bottoms from one hip to the other, and I knew the moment was about to come when he’d dip down inside, below the fabric, and between my pussy lips.
But no. He teased me instead, breathing hot air over the damp fabric that I could feel on my open pussy. I wondered whether he could smell my desire — or if he could just smell chlorine and the coconut sunscreen I’d put on.
Then he licked my inner thighs, one side and then the other, starting mid-thigh and working his way up toward the thin fabric between my legs, over it, and down the other side. In that brief moment that his tongue was on the fabric covering my pussy, I almost melted, almost pushed his face down into me, forced him to continue, to dive in deeper and lick me bare until I came on his face.
But somehow, I resisted, and he licked back down to my knee. Then back up again, except that this time, instead of licking over the fabric, his tongue pushed beneath it, and my breath caught in my throat in a gasp when I felt his rough tongue on my most sensitive skin.
Chris was licking my pussy.
I moaned and then shoved a pillow into my face, trying to stay quiet. He pushed my panties aside and licked up and down the length of me, and I lifted my hips toward him, wanting him to take me rougher, deeper, to lick all over me and push his tongue inside my hole.
While my hips were lifted, Chris pulled my damp bikini bottoms down and then off my feet, and I lay there totally naked beneath him, my skin prickling with desire.
He stood up for a moment then, and I moaned again, this time in need, wanting him to return and keep touching me. But he was just taking off his own shorts and kicking off his flip-flops, and when his body returned to mine, he was completely naked too.
He dove back between my pussy lips, unimpeded now, and licked up and down, up and down, and then pushed two fingers inside of my tight cunt. I loved the way it felt. He leaned back into me and licked my clit in little circles while his fingers explored my insides.
I felt close to coming, felt my senses drop away. I began moaning louder, and Chris pushed the pillow back into my face, reminding me without words to keep it down. My dad and his two other friends were only yards away, out on the deck.
And then, just as I started to fall, just as I felt the orgasm begin to explode over my body, Chris pulled out and instantly replaced his fingers and tongue with his rock-hard cock. He slid right in without resistance, and I felt myself clench around him, my pussy grabbing on tight to his cock and then letting go as the orgasm pulsed through me. Grabbing tight, letting go, grabbing tight.
I kept the pillow against my face and moaned, and Chris stayed deep inside of me until the waves died down.
“Fuck,” I gasped when I was finally able to speak again. “That felt so good. The way you penetrated me right as I started to come…oh my god. It made it so much more intense.”
He smiled at me with a look that said, “I know,” and I was reminded of how much more experienced he was than I.
Once I’d regained my composure, Chris began to move inside of me. His cock was huge, just like his three friends, and I wondered how it was possible that these three men were all so enormous. Did they know? Or was it just random chance?
Chris’s cock split me wide open, and I loved it. I felt so stretched out around him, so tight. It felt like his cock filled up my whole body. He thrust faster, every inch of him buried deep inside of me one moment and then pulling almost all the way out the next. I looked down and watched his cock disappear between my legs, wishing I could see it from his angle.
I stared up at him. My dad’s best friend. I couldn’t believe I was fucking the third of them, that of the three men I’d now had sex with, it was all three of daddy’s friends. But I just couldn’t help it. I found them so sexy — and based on their reactions to me, clearly they thought the same.
After a few minutes, Chris pulled
out of me and eased down beside me on the bed. “Get on top of me,” he said, and I sat up. His cock was sticking straight up in the air, thick and long, and I couldn’t help but take it into my mouth for a moment between positions, tasting myself on him and feeling how huge he was inside my mouth. I rolled my tongue over and over the tip of his cock, and he groaned.
Then I sat down on top of him, facing him, and he reached up and played with my tits while I rolled my hips around on top of him. He pinched my nipples hard, and the sensation sent shockwaves throughout my body and down to my clit.
His cock was so big I could hardly believe it fit inside of me, but here we were. He seemed to feel the same, because he whispered, “Amber, you’re so tight.”
“You’re so big,” I whispered back, and his cock pulsed inside my cunt. Clearly he liked being told he was big.
Chris began to thrust up into me from below, and I stayed still to allow him to take control. I felt stretched so wide it hardly seemed possible, his huge cock inside my tiny body, and with every thrust I felt almost at the verge of orgasm again.
He reached around me and slapped my ass a few times, then stopped thrusting and allowed me to ride him again. He kept slapping my ass as I rode him, first one side and then the other, and it only made me wetter. Then he grabbed my breasts again and squeezed and pinched, and I almost lost it.
I was so worked up it almost didn’t seem possible, my senses slipping away, all except for my sense of touch, which was heightened to the point of begin the only thing important to me. I was so close to the edge, so close to orgasm, yet I held on, refusing to come yet, knowing that the longer I let it build the better it would be when it finally happened.
Chris teased my body, slapping me all over and manhandling me, using me, and I could tell he was getting more comfortable with fucking me now. He’d been treating me as though I was delicate before, but he saw now that I could take it and was allowing himself to get rougher.
I moaned. “I like when you’re rough,” I whispered, encouraging him, and he held my body firmly in place at the hips and thrust up into me a few more times, hard, jackhammering me with his sturdy rod.
“Do you like being filled up?” he whispered back, and I nodded. “Are you on birth control?” he asked, and I had to admit that no, I wasn’t.
“But it feels so good,” I begged. “Please don’t stop.”
He looked at me skeptically, continuing to thrust into me. “You want my cum even though you’re not on birth control? Are you sure?”
“Yes,” I said. I knew it was wrong, but it just felt so good, and something about getting filled by him was so sexy, so enticing, that I simply couldn’t say no. I wanted every bit of him, and I wanted him deep inside of me, and I wanted him dripping out of my tight cunt while we ate our barbecue. Nothing less would satisfy me.
“Please,” I whispered. “Please fill me up. I need your cum.”
His body responded to my words, and I felt him get even harder, somehow, and then felt his balls tense up. He shoved himself deep inside of me and stayed there, and I could feel every movement inside his body in his stillness. The cum shot through his cock and he began throbbing. I could feel his cock inside of me, stretching me out wider still as the pulsing took over him, and it was too much for me. My pussy clenched and then I began coming too.
We were completely still on my bed, but his cock was pulsing and throbbing as it shot its cum deep inside my unprotected pussy, and my pussy was pulsing and throbbing right back as I took it, orgasming into his orgasm, sucking his cum even deeper into me still, loving the dirty naughtiness of having no protection, no barrier between us, accepting him deep into me.
My whole body felt wracked by the orgasm, but my pussy was completely out of my control. I couldn’t have stopped if my dad had walked in at that moment. My pussy felt glued to Chris’s cock, fused together with him.
Finally, the cum stopped shooting out of him, and the pulsing slowed. My own pulsing slowed too, and a few moments later the world around us returned. We were here, in my childhood bedroom where I still lived, in my childhood bed, and I was fucking one of my dad’s best friends, one of the only three men I’d ever truly been attracted to.
I was horny as fuck these past few months, and I had finally gotten to take all three of these men deep inside of my unprotected pussy. And it had felt so fucking good.
“Oh my god,” I groaned, rolling off of Chris and already feeling his cum begin to seep out of my body.
“Fuuuuck,” he moaned back, and I could tell he was still trying to regain control of himself. He had clearly lost himself in the pleasure too. “You’re so fucking hot, Amber. But…we can’t tell anyone.” He was suddenly serious, and he sat up, squinting at me.
I could only laugh. “Of course not!” I said. “It’s just as much in my best interest as yours to keep this a secret.” I slapped him on the thigh. “Now let’s go get those buns so we can finally eat.”
Chris looked relieved — and he also looked like he’d completely forgotten about our bun mission. “Oh shit,” he said.
“Don’t worry,” I assured him. “We’ll just say we had to go a couple of places because they were out. They won’t care. You know my dad.”
Chris smiled. “I sure do,” he said. “Glad he’s so laid back….But I know he wouldn’t be laid back about me fucking his daughter.”
“And that’s why he’s never going to find out,” I reminded him, hopping out of bed and pulling on clothes. “Come on, let’s get going.”
Chris jumped up too, and we snuck out of the house without anyone seeing us.
I could finally relax. I’d had all three of my dad’s best friends, and it had been amazing. I no longer had to wonder. I no longer had to just fantasize. I knew. Their cocks were incredible, and huge, and they knew how to fulfill me. I had masturbation material for ages from those three experiences alone.
As we drove toward the store, more of Chris’s cum seeped out of my pussy, and I smiled. We hadn’t gotten caught. And the risk had been totally worth it.
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This was the third and final part of the Unprotected With My Dad’s Best Friend series. If you haven’t read the beginning, download part 1 here and part 2 here.
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