Falling for My Dad's Best Friend

by Cassandra Dee

  My ears perked up then.

  “Boyfriend?” I asked. “Have you been seeing someone?” I chirped, like it didn’t matter although my heart dropped like a stone. Oh god, oh god, my soul felt leaden, body stiff and even shaking a bit with dread. Bracing myself, I prepared to hear the words that would pierce my heart.

  But Rob merely shook his head.

  “Naw, not anymore,” rumbled Rob smoothly. “The woman I was seeing wasn’t all that, Brenda and I stopped dating nine months ago, she wasn’t the one, not by a long shot. But enough about that,” he cut me off with a warning look, seeing that I wanted to ask more, mouth already open. “What’s new with you? How was freshman year?”

  And I started to reply, going so far as to say, “It’s good ….” Except at that very moment, a gigantic pain stabbed me in the back of the thigh beneath the picnic table.

  “Ouch!” I screamed, leaping up, brushing something away with my hand. I didn’t see what it was, but the bite hurt, it absolutely killed and a lump was already forming, hot and swollen. “Ouch, what was that?”

  Rob leapt up as well.

  “Let me see,” he rumbled authoritatively, spinning me around. “It could have been a tick, a spider, a bee, shit, we’re in the wilderness, we should have put repellant on, it’s my fault.”

  And by now tears were filling my eyes, stinging hotly.

  “It really hurts,” I panted, leaning forward so that I stood on one leg only, my injured thigh crooked backwards, hands braced on the picnic table. “It really, really hurts.”

  And Rob took one look at me, the pained expression, the awkward posture and made an executive decision. He swept me up in his strong arms and strode inside to the living area, plopping down on the couch with my curvy form in his arms.

  Normally I would have been ecstatic, breathing hard, heart pumping with excitement, confusion and anticipation. But the bite on the back of my thigh hurt so bad that I couldn’t focus, merely squeezing my eyes shut, grimacing, as Rob positioned me in his lap face down. It was like he was about to give me a spanking, I was draped over those strong muscles, facing forward, little hands gripped into fists from agony.

  “Ow, it hurts, it hurts,” I moaned, real tears dropping off my cheeks now. Some sort of poison was spreading in my body, and I was sure there had to be some huge red mark, an open wound at least.

  But Rob’s fingers were smooth and steady as they pushed my shorts up.

  “Let me take a look,” he rumbled, voice reassuring, professional and smooth. “Hold still and let me take a look.”

  I bit my lip, trying not to squirm.

  “Ouch!” I squealed as square, firm fingers probed the back of my thigh. “Ouch!”

  “Hold still,” he ground out again. “I can’t see if you keep moving.”

  But I couldn’t, it hurt so bad and each time he touched it just made it worse.

  “Ow!” I screamed again, squirming once more. “Ow!”

  This time Rob sighed. His voice came out from above me.

  “Baby, I can’t see the bite, your shorts are covering it and you keep moving. Can you hold still for Daddy? How about if I take off your shorts? Will you hold still then, sweetheart?”

  Somehow the baby talk and the reassuring rumble of his voice made me calm for a moment. Biting my lip, I nodded, hot tears still dropping off my cheeks.

  “Okay,” I murmured, trying not to cry again. “Okay, I won’t move.”

  And with deft fingers, Rob reached below me and unsnapped the button of my cut-offs. Slowly, he rolled the denim off my hips and down my legs, inching the fabric gingerly so that it didn’t brush against the wound, each touch so smooth, so agile, that I practically didn’t feel anything despite the fact that I was lying on him, literally spread across that hard male body.

  “That’s it,” he murmured, voice deep and reassuring. “That’s it, now let Daddy take a look.”

  And slowly, those fingers circled the back of my leg once more. The bite was pretty high up, right below the elastic of my panties and I could feel the warm gust of his breath as it wafted over my ass, tempting me even through my tears.

  “It hurts,” I whined once more, squirming a bit on his lap. “It hurts Daddy.” Oh god, my breasts were tight now, the nips poking out from my tee. I was clad only in a t-shirt and panties on the lap of the big man, my pussy inches from his face as he inspected the bite.

  “It’s not bad,” Rob’s voice rumbled authoritatively, voice like honey as his fingers massaged the area, causing a warm, tingly feeling to start in my cunt. “It’s probably a spider or something, you just got on the wrong side of a mama spider.”

  “But how?” I squealed. “What did I do? I was just eating my burger.”

  And the big man shrugged, I could feel it in his shoulders even if I couldn’t see them.

  “Probably nothing,” he said. “But let Daddy massage it for you, that’ll help the poison dissolve a little faster, help you feel better sooner. Let Daddy take care of you.” And with big, square fingers, he began to rub the little patch on my leg right below my butt cheek. It hurt worse at first, like he was pressing down on the wound, making me grimace a bit, but after the initial shock, the soothing strokes did make the wound feel better. A blissful warmth spread over the back of my leg, so close to my ass, and I moaned appreciatively.

  “Mmm, thank you Daddy,” I murmured, heart beating fast now. “Thank you Daddy.”

  But there was no reply from Rob although his fingers continued to massage in circles, warm and relaxing. And slowly, the circles began to get bigger. They got bigger and bigger, spiraling outwards until his fingers were just under the elastic of my panties, at first nudging the fabric and then slowly squeezing underneath.

  “Honey, this I good for you,” he soothed. “Don’t you feel better now that Daddy’s here?”

  I panted slightly, trying not to squirm. Oh god, it felt so good, those big fingers teased my skin, so sensuous, gentle, and knowing, and I only wanted more. Without meaning to, my ass shivered a bit, thighs parting unconsciously as I lay face forward on his lap.

  “It does feel good, Daddy,” I confirmed in a small voice. “But it might feel better if you kissed it for me, if you made it go away with a kiss.”

  And Rob’s deep chuckle sounded out from above me.

  “You are a bad girl, you know that?” he rumbled knowingly, his fingers never stopping. “But of course, Daddy will kiss it for you, Daddy’s happy to do what his little girl wants.”

  And with that, the big man lowered his head until I could feel the hot gust of his breath against the backs of my thighs, against the sweet vee of my pussy. My cunt immediately gushed, an aroma surrounding the big man, causing him to chuckle, totally aware of my arousal.

  “Of course Daddy will kiss it for you,” he rumbled again before dipping his mouth to the back of my leg and slowly, sensuously, trailing his tongue along my sensitive skin.

  “Oh!” I cried out. “Oh god, Daddy!” Fuck, it wasn’t like he’d licked my pussy, but it felt so good, his tongue was warm, wet and slippery and so close to where it actually belonged. And like a little vixen, I complained.

  “No, not like that Daddy, kiss it, kiss it, not lick it,” I whined petulantly, wriggling my breasts against him.

  And Rob merely rumbled again, although I could feel an unmistakable hardness pressed against my stomach, a huge, iron shaft getting bigger and stronger as we continued to play.

  “You mean like this, baby girl?” he rasped, bending his head once again. And this time, his fingers hitched the elastic of my panties up so that those agile lips touched the bottom curve of my ass, his tongue lightly running over the sensitive flesh before pressing a deep, long kiss to the crevice where my thigh and bottom met. “Does it feel better now, baby girl?” he chuckled deep in his chest.

  And god, yes it felt so amazing, unbelievably arousing. But I’m a dirty slut and this was nowhere near enough. I didn’t want him to kiss my thigh or my butt cheek, although that
certainly felt good. I wanted mouth on pussy, I wanted him to slip his tongue right into my most secret space, to make me juice like none other. So without a second thought, I reached one hand back, hooking a finger into the crotch of my panties and pulled the fabric aside to show off my steamy pink pussy.

  “Right there, Daddy,” I begged. “Kiss me there and it’ll feel good.”

  And Daddy merely chuckled deep in his chest again although there was a huge jerk beneath my belly as his dick twitched, that giant chest expanding as he breathed deep.

  “Kiss your pussy baby girl?” he rumbled once more, big hands lightly sweeping over my curvaceous ass. “You sure that’s what you want? Because once we go there, we ain’t goin’ back.”

  And I mewled once more, wriggling my hips, parting my legs wider, baiting the big man.

  “Daddy, it’s what I want,” I panted, whimpering a bit now, the need was so strong. “Daddy, do it,” I whispered once more, commanding him.

  And the big man chuckled deep again although there was definitely a growl to it, another jerk in his pants as took in the engorged folds, glistening in the light.

  “Baby it’s my pleasure,” he rumbled deep in his chest. “Absolutely my pleasure.”

  But instead of dipping his head and taking a long, slow lick, Rob slipped two fingers onto either side of my pussy, spreading those lips, holding me wide open for him.

  “I like to look at what I’m kissing honey,” he rasped hoarsely. “Call it the doctor in me, but I like to see what I’m about to kiss, what I’m about to fuck. And shit baby, but you’re beautiful.”

  Because I knew how I looked down there. My pussy is a different color on the inside, hot pink, the flesh dripping, juicy and wet waiting for a man’s touch. And I held still as he examined me, looking his fill, the unmistakable smell of aroused female rising in the air between us. Oh god, I couldn’t take it anymore, I needed his mouth on me.

  “Please Daddy,” I panted, “Lick my cunt, I need it so bad.”

  And this time, Rob did. He bent his tongue and slowly, licked up my folds, slow and thorough. The alpha’s no newbie, he knew exactly how to do it. Holding my labia open, he licked up one side with the flat of his tongue before pulling off and licking up the other, sampling my pussy juice, making me literally jerk and scream, it felt so good.

  “Oh fuck!” I shrieked. “Oh fuck fuck fuck!”

  And Daddy just rumbled in his chest approvingly.

  “That’s it baby, and there’s more coming,” he ground out. Because his mouth was back at it, and shit, but the alpha was a master. Holding my folds open, he licked the inside of my pussy, slipping his tongue against flesh that had never been touched before, so clever, agile, slippery and wet. I creamed hotly, nectar gushing from my hole as Daddy lapped it all up.

  “Unnnh!” I wailed, panting in gasps now. “Unnnh!”

  But Rob wasn’t done yet. He kissed my labia, pulling them between his lips playfully, shaking his head like a dog with a bone before delving deep once more.

  “Fuck you taste good,” he muttered, more to himself than me. “Fuck this slutty pussy tastes so good.”

  And I gushed once more, letting out an agonized scream of ecstasy, my body soaring in sweet heaven. All thoughts of my spider bite were gone, the pain in my thigh no comparison to the ache in my pussy, the deep burning need that filled me. I needed more than some slow licks, more than just his clever tongue running against my sensitive flesh. I needed dick, I needed penetration, I needed it hard, deep and really thorough.

  “Oh god Daddy,” I mewled, my hands going back to cup my ass cheeks, to pull apart the flesh to show him my sweet slit, baring it all. “Please fuck me, fuck me.”

  But despite the iron hard shaft beneath my belly, Rob resisted. Instead, he merely chuckled deep in his chest.

  “Sure baby girl, I’ll fuck you with my mouth this first time, how’d you like that?” he growled, and not waiting for an answer, he made his tongue into a spear, hard and pointy, and pulled my pussy lips apart to get in deep once again. Oh shit, it felt so good, feeling his appendage worm its way up my vaginal passage, tasting me, pushing up against my internal walls, warm, wet, hot, so slick, and so dirty. But just when I thought I would pass out from the delicious sensations, suddenly Rob stopped. What the? Why was he stopping right when we got to the best part? I jolted awake, eyes flying open.

  “What is it?” I huffed, craning my head to try and look at him. “Why’d you stop?” I mewled, hips wriggling. “I need it!”

  And Rob slapped my ass lightly before massaging it, the sting turning into a warm, soothing ache.

  “There’s something you didn’t tell me,” he growled, the blue fierce yet proud. “Something you left out Mandy Dandy,” he added, fixing me with a look.

  What was it? What had I left out, what was so important that he’d stop in the middle of licking my pussy to give me a lecture? Holy shit, this was so wrong, Rob couldn’t leave me dangling like this.

  “I swear Daddy,” I shook my head, panting and huffing, desperate to have his mouth on me again. “I didn’t leave out anything. You know me, I swear, it’s all there.”

  And Rob merely grinned at me, his square fingers stroking my ass all the while, dipping down to tap lightly at my hole, making me moan even harder.

  “That’s the thing, baby, it’s all there,” he said, repeating my words slowly. “It’s all there. You’re intact. You have a hymen baby, I just tasted it inside you, and you’re a virgin. Why didn’t you tell me sweetheart? Why didn’t you tell Daddy?”

  And my mind whirled. Why would I ever tell any man that I was a virgin, especially when we were so close to de-virginization? I thought the point was to drive a guy to the edge, to make him want you so bad so that he plowed through without even knowing what he’d just done, unaware of the consequences. Why couldn’t we just keep it easy, light, and then wham, bam, and it’d be all over?

  Besides, I didn’t want to have the talk, the awkward, “Why are you still a virgin at eighteen, didn’t all your friends do it years ago, you’re so behind,” conversation. I didn’t want to explain that there’d been no boys my freshman year because I’d been dreaming of Mr. Parker the entire time, visualizing that bronzed male body on me, his huge dick all mine to consume. I didn’t want to explain that I’d basically ignored the opposite sex for a full year waiting for him, wanting him, deeply hungry for his cock.

  So I merely mewled again.

  “I’m so sorry, Mr. Parker,” I whispered. “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t have a chance,” I stumbled. “I haven’t seen you in so long, I don’t know, I didn’t expect this …” my voice trailed off. That was a lie. Sure, I hadn’t expected this, not quite with the spider bite and all, but that wasn’t the true story. I’d expected this somehow, somewhere. After all, I’d been fantasizing about Rob for years now, this moment had played out a million times in my head. So to say I wasn’t expecting this wasn’t quite right either and I tried again, my brain fuzzy.

  “What I mean to say is,” I began once more, taking a deep breath. “Is that I’m a virgin, sure, and I guess, it just kinda happened,” I said lamely. “It just happened that way.”

  Rob lifted an eyebrow at me, his cheeks still stained with dark streaks, that male body tight and ferocious.

  “I see this is a longer conversation,” he rumbled smoothly, “and not one we’re gonna have now because shit, baby, you’ve got me going. You have ever since you did that little dance outside with the hose,” he said, cock jerking beneath me again. “You know, when you took your clothes off.”

  And I gasped, swinging my head around to stare at him, boobies still pressed tight against his legs.

  “You saw that?” I stammered. “You saw me change? But I thought no one was around.”

  He grinned at me again, big hands skimming over my labia, stopping to pinch my clit for a moment. My eyes literally rolled up in my head, showing the whites as I moaned, it felt so good. My cunt was dissolving now, achy, s
oft, wet, pulsing in anticipation, so desperate to have this man in me.

  “Shit yeah, I saw you get undressed,” he growled, blue eyes fierce. “I saw those huge tits, that pretty pink pussy. I saw you bend over and show that slit, hole peeping and winking the whole time. You know why I was late baby?” he rasped. “You know why I was late meeting you at the cabin?”

  And suddenly it all made sense, the tangy scent in the air, the musk, the way he’d seemed so relaxed and yet tense at once.

  “You came in the car,” I whispered, eyes wide. “You watched me and played with yourself in the car.”

  And he slapped the flat of his palm against my pussy then, making me squeal and jerk once more, tingles running wildly through my body, nips on fire, my fingers and toes stiffening on their own. Holy shit, I couldn’t take this anymore, I was gonna come right here on his lap while talking if Rob kept this up, tongue in me or no. But Rob was on a roll, and he was intent on making me pay.

  “That’s right, pretty baby,” he ground out, big fingers stroking up and down my labia once more. “That’s right, you showed Daddy that sweet little body and Daddy couldn’t wait. Daddy let out a big one, spurted a big one out just watching you, you horny little slut. And now baby’s gonna get it.”

  And I moaned as he buried his tongue in my twat with a vengeance, stroking my inner channel, pushing up against the soft tissue, unbroken and all for him. Because oh my god, all this meant that Rob was even more desperate than me. He’d seen me changing and exploded, sperm spurting in the Porsche, virile white lashes streaking the interior, making a mess of the buttery leather. Oh my god, I’d made him come just from taking off my clothes, a glimpse of my lady bits had made him shoot so hard that his car was a disaster now, covered with creamy jizz.

  And the knowledge pushed me over the edge. The combination of our dirty talk, his tongue deep in my snatch, and the fact that I’d made him explode became a vortex that swallowed me, completely subsuming my senses. I moaned, squealed and cried out, my pussy jerking once, twice, before dissolving into a waterfall of tremors, hot juice gushing between my thighs, honey hole rushing with goodness.