by Ashlee Price
“Louder Sabrina!” James commanded.
“Aah! Aah! F-fuck me!” I started moaning at the top of my voice.
Ben took a seat right in front of me and he held his smart phone up just in time to start recording a video.
“Here’s Sabrina,” he narrated. “She’s Dylan’s daughter. We picked up her up because she couldn’t ride with her Daddy so now she’s on a road trip with us. Of course she’s paying for her trip by riding us as well. Just listen to her moan. She loves getting fucked like this and to think this is just her second time having sex in her whole life!”
“Aah!” I moaned repeatedly. I stared at the camera and even managed to offer a weak smile.
“Look at that,” Ben said. “She’s smiling at the camera. Yep, she’s going to be a pro. I wonder what she’d do if her Daddy saw this video. Look Daddy, here’s your little girl getting pounded by James in the middle of God-knows-where and she’s moaning like she loves it!”
“I do love it! I do, of my fucking God I do!” I yelled before James rapid pumping would take over my senses and reduce me once again to meaningless moans and guttural cries. It didn’t take long of course as he yanked harder on my hair, making my back arch. He slapped my ass several times as he pounded into me.
“Wow,” Ben narrated. “See Daddy, she just said she loves it. You got to make your daughter happy and let her have all the cock she needs. Sabrina, do you like fucking now that you’ve tried it?”
I could only nod and moan in reply.
“Good girl,” Ben ended as he shut the phone’s camera off. “Now let’s see you take a double serving.”
Before I could protest Ben dropped his pants once more and lunged his cock forward. Since my mouth was gaping open due to James’ hair-yanking I couldn’t resist as Ben began to fuck my mouth and throat.
I felt like a sandwich between the two guys. Either way I looked there was a man and his cock plowing its way inside my body. My holes had become edifices of pleasure and yet I found so much pleasure from being the girl they pounded and fucked like this.
My mind found no rest. Just when Ben’s cock would pull out and I figured I could catch my breath James would suddenly pound into my pussy, making me moan out loud. This forces my mouth to open and Ben would seize the opportunity and thrust his cock back into my mouth as far as he could, going as deep enough to hit the back of my throat.
“Fuck, I’m about to cum!”
James declared as soon as I felt his body began to stiffen and his thrusts turn into quick, rapid jerks.
“Blow it in her!” Ben told his friend.
I would second that motion but I couldn’t say a single word as Ben’s cock continued to stuff itself into my mouth.
“Here I come, here I come, here I come Sabrina!” James exclaimed as he suddenly thrust forward one more, jamming his manhood deep inside me, right as his orgasm blew inside of me. I felt his cum overflow inside my body and as soon he pulled out a lot of his white seed dripped out of my pussy.
The flurry of James’ orgasm was just an event opener, however, as I had totally lost control of Ben’s motions. Once sanity and thought flowed back to me I realized he too was about to hit orgasm. I tried to pull away so he could cum on my face but instead he held me down and after a sudden few jerks I felt his cock pump up and blow so much cum I began to cough it up.
Ben didn’t pull out though and continued to dig it in as deep as he could down my throat. Too much cum had accumulated inside however and the white semen began to foam and drip out of the sides of my mouth and down my chin and cheeks.
“Fuck!” Ben exclaimed with joy when he finally pulled out.
I started coughing wildly and much of his seed fell to the dirt road below. Some remained in my mouth and I swallowed as much as I could without gagging. Feeling proud, I opened my mouth for Ben to see.
“Very good,” he told me as he patted my head. “At least you know how to swallow without a man telling you to.”
James gave my ass one good slap before he wiped himself clean and re-buckled his pants. “Good one Sabrina,” he told me as he walked around the van and hopped back to the driver’s seat.
“Next time we should do it at home where it’s more comfortable to try other things.”
I crawled into the van and slumped onto the makeshift bed. I was too exhausted at this point to put on clothes, to talk, or even think. As my eyes began to shut I felt Ben get everything back in order and soon the van was on the move again, returning to its main course towards Seattle where my dad dutifully waited for us to arrive. Oddly enough, my last thought before drifting off to sleep was whether or not my dad was able to reserve a good spot at the camping grounds.
Chapter Eight
When I awoke, I was still naked and on the makeshift bed. However, when I sat up and looked around I realized we had parked near a large forest. Actually, when I come to think of it, we probably already were up in the mountain, inside a forest and this was just a gravel glade for trailer RV’s, trucks, and vans to park.
But then I heard a few voices talking. I quickly hunted for my clothes scattered recklessly in the van and stepped out the moment I figured I was dressed well enough for other people to look at me.
There was Ben and James talking to my father.
“Hey, there she is!” James said the moment he saw me. All three men waved for me to walk over to them so I did.
“Hi honey,” my dad greeted me with a warm hug.
“I hear you’re exhausted you sleep the rest of the way here.”
“I can’t believe I did,” I replied. I honestly didn’t know how I could have slept through all those hours of driving. Then again, my body was sore and my pussy was pulsating. After wild sex like that I guess I should have slept even longer.
Ben walked over and wrapped an arm around my waist. I panicked by my dad reassured me with a shake of his head and a smile, letting me know it was okay.
“Your dad knows how close we got on the ride,” Ben explained to me.
“Then I find out it was his plan all along to make you ride with us.”
“What?” I asked with a surprised look.
My dad smiled and gave me a soft pat on the head.
“Yeah, I’ve been wanting to introduce Ben to you ever since I met him. I figured the best way for you guys to meet and bond would spend an entire road trip together. I just didn’t expect you to fuck James too!”
My jaw dropped hearing what my dad just said, “Dad! What the hell are you talking about?”
Ben squeezed me in his arms, “I told you Sab, we explained everything to him.”
“Everything?” I repeated.
“Everything. I even showed him the video!”
I felt my face go white with shock and panic but this immediately changed when I felt so embarrassed and ashamed to be such a dirty slut in front of my own father.
“Don’t worry baby,” my dad told me with a smile.
“I wanted this. I wanted you to finally come out of your shell. I guess the only real question now is who the father of your baby would be! They both shot their cum inside you darling.”
That’s right. Both Ben and James did spill their seed in my pussy.
I could only laugh. Perhaps I lost my mind or perhaps I realized that I had been so uptight and worried over nothing. It didn’t matter who the father was because now I had two hot boys all to myself and it was all a gift from my loving dad.
This became the best road trip of my life.
~THE END~
My Father’s Best Friends
Sylvia threw her cap in the air and cheered with the rest of her classmates. Finally; high school was over. She never had to come back, that was a good feeling. Now she could focus on enjoying her summer break until the start of her first year of college. To start the summer off right, they had a huge party planned for tonight.
After the graduation ceremonies were all done and pictures were taken, she changed out of her graduation gown and found her
best friend Natasha.
“Hey! Are you ready to go?” she asked her friend. The party was going to be held at Natasha’s house; her parents live on the out skirts of town and have quite a bit of land. It’s the perfect spot to have bon fires. Plus, her parents would buy them booze if they asked for it.
Natasha and Sylvia spent the rest of the day prepping for the party and choosing what they would wear. Natasha was short, with short brown curly hair. She had freckles, and her eyes were the same colour as the sky. She had decided on wearing a tight pair of black jeans, brown boots and a pink top that clung to her slim body.
Sylvia had decided to go for a pair of ripped blue jeans, combat boots and a red plaid long sleeve shirt. The shirt was one of her favourites, and she knew she would be warm in it.
All of her friends started to arrive around 9 o’clock. It was just getting dark enough to start the fire. Natasha’s dad had piled a bunch of wood to start it, and then they had a whole other pile to keep it going. Once it was lit by Natasha's dad, the boys at the party took over. Sylvia didn’t know what it was about fire that boys liked so much, it’s like it was embedded in to their brains to play and poke at a fire.
The party was a hit, most of the senior class showed up, as well as some of the younger grades. The fire was huge and the music was loud. Everyone was to bring their own alcohol and they definitely did. By midnight, everyone was feeling pretty good; including Sylvia. She and Natasha and her friends Katie and Sarah were all sitting around the fire talking to a group of boys. They were all pretty good friends.
The girls were listening to the guys brag about how many girls they were going to pick up in the summer; Sylvia thought they were all a little cocky.
“I bet you I can pick up more guys than you can girls.” She said to the boys.
“You think so?” one boy asked sarcastically. His name was Kent, and Sylvia had had a pretty big crush on him for most of high school. He had blonde hair that he kept messy, and hazel coloured eyes. His sense of humour was what attracted her though. They were always flirty with each other, but neither had ever made a move to be with the other.
“Tell you what,” she leaned in a little closer to him, “let’s make a little bet. Let’s see who can pick up the most people this summer.”
“Hmm, that sounds interesting. What’s at stake?” He leaned in so that he was inches from her face.
“If I win, I get to choose one girl for you to sleep with, and vice versa.”
“So what you’re saying is, you could pick the most disgusting girl and I would have to get with her?” He looked a little worried.
“Yep, that is exactly what I’m saying.” She laughed when he scrunched up his nose. “It shouldn’t be a problem for you though; I thought you were going to pick up all kinds of girls?”
“Oh I am.” He said. “Okay, deal.” He stuck his hand out and she grabbed it and shook it. Their faces were still fairly close together and if all of her friends and all of his friends were sitting so close and listening, she would probably close the gap and kiss him. Instead, she smiled a sexy smile and leaned away from him.
About an hour later, everyone started to clear out. Their rides were here, or they went to bed in the tents they set up. Natasha and Sylvia were standing by the front of the house and saying good bye to everyone. Kent walked up to them and gave Natasha a big hug, “good luck” she whispered in his ear.
Then it was Sylvia’s turn for a big hug. “If I win, I’m choosing me.” Kent whispered to her so no one else would hear. Then he released her and got in the passenger side door of a black car that had pulled up.
Sylvia stood shocked for a couple of minutes. It finally sunk in that if Kent won, he was going to choose himself for her to sleep with. This just gave the bet a whole new meaning. She really didn’t have to win, because all she wanted was to be with Kent. On the other hand, she could see herself actually being with Kent for a while. They got along great, they were always laughing and they clearly had charisma they couldn’t ignore any longer. If she was getting herself ready for a long term relationship, she might as well get her fill of one night stands while she could. See what was out there. Plus, if she won the bet she had awesome bragging rights. The outcome would be the same; she would choose herself for him if she won.
So the bet began. Sylvia spent most of the summer lying around the beach with Natasha. There were plenty of cute boys there, and they were always up for hanging out. In the first month, she got with three different guys. That wasn’t as many as it could be, but it was more than her usual.
She saw Kent about half way through the summer, he got a job and was working all the time, and they had to define some rules. They decided that each individual person of the opposite sex counted as one point, if they were the same sex they counted as two, and if there was more than one person, no matter the sexes, it counted as three. With a clear point system, it was easier to see who would win. They also decided that they had to have a friend meet the people or they didn’t count, otherwise they could cheat.
By the end of the summer, Sylvia was at ten points. She had five points for five guys, two points for one girl, and three points for the threesome she ended up being in one crazy night. She was pretty proud of the points she had gotten, and she felt like she had experienced enough to be able to commit fully to Kent. She and Natasha spent the last couple of days of summer planning an end of summer party to be held at Natasha's house again.
They were all super excited until Sylvia’s parents dropped a bomb on her.
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“Don’t you think going to a cottage for the long weekend would be fun?” Sylvia’s mother asked her at the breakfast table on the last Thursday morning of summer.
“Sure, any other long weekend. I’m starting college on Tuesday and we’re supposed to be having an end of the summer party this weekend. I only start college once mom.” She whined to her mother. She really wanted to go to the party at Natasha’s; she had basically planned the whole thing. Most of the senior year was invited, and Sylvia knew that Kent was going. They were supposed to compare numbers and see who won the bet.
“Well I’m sorry Sylvia, but this weekend means a lot to your father. He hasn’t seen Brian in years and now that he is home, he was kind enough to invite us to his cottage. We are going.”
“Fine.” Sylvia huffed. She watched her mother walk out of the room, not really walk, more like waddle. It was hard to stay mad at a lady who was as pregnant as she was.
Her mother and father had tried for several years after she was born to have another baby. They had her young, and always wanted another one. After years of fertility treatment and trying very hard, they had no luck conceiving. When they had finally given in and stopped the treatments, she got pregnant. Both of her parents were overjoyed, and she was too. She was very excited to finally have a little sibling. Her mother was due in three weeks.
Sylvia got up from the table and headed to her room. She texted her friends on the way there to let them know she would not be present for the party. She was not happy about it, but she would live. She would see Kent on Monday when they got home. After all, her father hadn’t seen his friend in a long time. Brian was one of her dad’s best friends, his wife died ten years ago and he’d been in and out of the country ever since. Last time he was back Sylvia was eleven. She is seventeen now.
Her father’s other best friend, Richard, is going to the cottage too. He lives just down the street from Sylvia and her parents. Sylvia babysits his five year old daughter, Sophie occasionally. She doesn’t mind, because Richard is a total babe. Sylvia has no idea why any woman would ever leave a man as good looking as he is. She was hoping to put him on her list, but no matter how much she flirted with him; he never made a move, probably because she was his best friend’s daughter.
She reached her room and she closed the door behind her. It’s a beautiful day outside, and while it’s still summer break, she is going to take advantage of it. She searched through her drawe
r to find a bathing suit that she could sun bathe in. She finds a black bikini and puts it on. She walks over to the mirror and looks at her reflection.
Sylvia is tall, taller than her mother; she got that from her father. She has natural light blonde hair, green eyes and she is covered in freckles. She has long legs, and lots of curves. Her curves don’t bother her though, she’s happy with them.
She struts outside in her bikini and sets up a towel on the back lawn. She lies there enjoying the sun and a good book for the rest of the morning and in to the afternoon. Natasha joins her at one point, and they both lay quietly.
Eventually she decides to get up and grab a drink for each of them from inside the house. On her way to the kitchen, the doorbell rings.
“I got it!’ She yells to her mother.
Sylvia turns the door handle and pulls the door open wide. On the other side of the door is Richard, her father’s friend. He has Sophie with him.
“Oh hey Rich, Dad’s not home, are you here to see mom?” she asks him.
“Hi Sylvie, actually I'm here to see you.” He smiled at her.
Sylvia’s breath caught in her throat for a minute, why would he be here to see her? Maybe her flirting worked!
“I have a last minute meeting that I have to go to before we leave tomorrow. I was hoping you might be able to watch Sophie for a couple hours?”
Oh, right of course. That’s why he would be here to see her, babysitting. “Yep that’s fine; she can play in the back yard with Natasha and I.” she smiled at Richard. He smiled back. Man he has a nice smile she thought to herself.
Sylvia bent over to pick up Sophie’s bag that Richard had set on the ground to ring the doorbell. She made sure that she bent over nice and slow, so that he got a good view of her body. He didn’t seem to notice.
He thanked her and left. Sophie, Natasha and Sylvia spent the rest of the afternoon playing in the back yard. Richard came and picked her up before dinner with a promise to see them tomorrow.
That night, Sylvia and Natasha got dressed up and went for dinner with their other friends. If she couldn’t be at the party she at least wanted to see them before school. While they were at the restaurant, Sylvia noticed a man at the counter. He had just sat down. He had dark brown hair; it was a little long and messy. He had a scruffy beard, and it looked to her like his eyes were brown. He was tall and muscular, and he had a whole sleeve of tattoos. Sylvia found herself to be very attracted to him. He was probably much older than her, but she didn’t care. Maybe if she stayed, she could add another number to her score.