Falling for My Dad's Best Friend Page 7

  Because the time had come. We didn’t have forever to explore, suddenly there was a countdown clock and shit, the seconds were already ticking. So shaking my head, I took the stairs two at a time, cock stiff, ready to do some real pummeling this time. My sweet girl was waiting for me, slick and wet, and it was time for some deep penetration.

  But never underestimate a nubile teen with wily ways. Because when I got to the bathroom, I almost jizzed right then. Sure, I knew she’d be showering, I knew she had a head start on me, but I never figured I’d see Venus come to life. Because Mandy had left the door slightly open, and shit, but she was washing her pussy. Who washes their pussy first? Don’t you do hair, face, torso, and save the good stuff for last? I’ve always gone top to bottom, but no, Mandy was a different story. The brunette had one leg propped on the seat in the stall, baring that sweet cunt, hot lips open and puffy, her fingers trailing lightly through her crevice. And oh shit, but she was dripping. I could literally see beads of pussy juice coagulating at her hole before sliding hotly down her ass.

  “Hi Daddy,” she cooed as I stepped into the bathroom. “It’s hot in here, huh?”

  Hot? More like sweltering. Mandy was blasting the water and clouds of steam poured out, rolling in waves to assault the senses.

  “Honey,” I ground out. “You trying to turn this place into a sauna? You want Daddy to pass out? Let’s go easy on the hot water.”

  And with a giggle Mandy reached behind her and cranked the hot water knob with a creak.

  “There you go, Daddy,” she giggled once again. “I like my showers hot and bubbly though. I like everything hot and bubbly,” she hinted, winking at me.

  And groaning again, I practically lost my shit because this was exactly what I was talking about, the high and low mixed together. Mandy was so innocent and nubile, that pussy had no hair on it, bare like a baby, sweet and untouched. But the Jezebel was no baby. This was a dirty slut who’d just told me she craved sperm, she wanted a huge dose of hot and bubbly straight from the source, the sooner the better. And no, my girl’s not patient either.

  “Come on Daddy,” she beckoned throatily, one small arm reaching out to open the stall door. “Come in and help me wash my pussy?”

  And I was in there in a flash, huge form taking up most of the small space, shoulders practically touching each side of the stall. Shit, they make these things small and I felt like even my dick reached from one side of the cube to another, it was so cramped. But instead of melting with desire, that little cunt juicing more, Mandy stood stock still, staring at my cock, brown eyes wide.

  “What is it baby?” I ground out, gaze intense on that curvy form. Shit, she was so curvy and delectable, I could barely breathe, my fuckrod was ready to punch through metal, it was so hard.

  But Mandy stuttered, small hand flying to her mouth.

  “Oh!” she panted, mouth opening, eyes dazed. “Oh, it’s you! I mean, I knew it’d be you, Mr. Parker, but oh god,” her voice trailed off.

  And I realized what had happened. Because this was the first time she was seeing me naked, nothing on my huge male form, and fuck, but I was in great shape, enough to make her stop and stare. I work out like a mofo and even at forty-five, I’ve got the body of a professional athlete. My shoulders are broad, chest wide and deep, with huge thighs like tree trunks. And oh yeah, my cock. Ten inches aroused, I was thick with desire, as wide around as her wrist, and even though she’d just been sucking it, Mandy gasped again.

  “Oh god,” she murmured. “Oh god,” she sighed with appreciation.

  I rumbled then, chuckling deeply in my chest.

  “That’s right baby, that’s what’s going into you. I know Daddy promised to stretch you out a bit, but we don’t have much time, so I’m gonna take the fast track. You think you can do that for me, sweetheart? You think you can go on the fast track like a good girl?”

  Mandy’s cheeks colored, huge tits quivering, pink nips pointed with desire.

  “I think so,” she began slowly. “I know so,” she said again, shaking her head with determination. “But Daddy, what is the fast track? I’m not sure.”

  And I grinned wolfishly.

  “Baby, it means that Daddy’s gonna prep this little vag good, I’m gonna stretch it out double quick. It’s gonna be sensational because it’s like going to the moon and back when you thought you were just going around the block. So twice as nice, twice as fast. Do you think you can do that for Daddy, baby? You think you can handle it?”

  And Mandy swallowed hard, eyes never leaving my cock.

  “I think I can,” she said slowly, “I know I can,” she said, her voice stronger this time. “But Mr. Parker,” she whispered. “In the end, you are going to put it in me right?”

  And I chuckled deep in my throat, seizing her waist and pulling those curves close.

  “Of course baby, nothing’s gonna stop me from feeling that tiny twat grip my cock, nothing baby girl. Daddy’s gonna make you feel so good, you’re gonna beg me for it by the end.”

  And with that Mandy melted against my broad chest.

  “Oh that sounds wonderful,” she sighed, hard nips pressed against me, grinding her hips a bit, moaning as my cock rubbed against her soft belly. “Then give it to me Daddy, I want it.”

  And just like that, I was all over her. I kissed the little girl deeply, seizing her chin in my hand, imbuing the touch with everything I wanted for the brunette. I wanted Mandy to shatter, to squeal, to scream my name as she came, but there was more too. I wanted Mandy to know she was safe, to explore new territory while feeling utterly secure, protected and comfortable. I was the girl’s safety net, her security blanket, her new boyfriend all rolled into one. I’d catch her if she fell, I’d make sure she landed on two feet instead of bellyflopping like a giant pancake.

  So I dug a hand into those wet brown curls, pulling her head back once more and thrusting my tongue deep into her mouth. This woman was mine, she belonged to me, and I was just making sure she knew it. She was gonna wear my touch forever, her pussy would be curved to the shape of my dick, she’d shiver every time the name “Rob Parker” came up. I was here to make sure of it.

  And as I kissed her, my hand slipped down her belly, over the soft pooch to test those swollen folds.

  “Mmmm!” she moaned into my mouth, hips gyrating slightly. “Mmmm!”

  That’s right, this was only the second time her puss has been touched by a man, and I was determined to get her as ready as possible. She was soft, slick and wet, and oh shit, but her cunt practically emitted steam, the female was dying for it, hot blasts hitting my palm as I slowly traced those plush lips with a fingertip.

  “That there’s your hole, where Daddy’s dick is gonna go,” I murmured against her lips, our breaths mingling. “And these are your pussy lips,” I continued, trailing a big finger over the soft, engorged flesh. “And this baby, is your clit. This is your pleasure button honey, it’s what’s gonna make you come.”

  Mandy was panting now, clinging to me as I played with her sweet spots.

  “Ohhh,” she moaned, head falling backwards, eyes drifting shut as I gave her a guided tour of her puss. “Ohhh, Mr. Parker!”

  But there was more. I needed to get her good and ready before slipping my dick inside, otherwise it was gonna be more like screwing myself in rather than a sweet slide. So I pulled her arms from around my neck and helped the curvy girl over to the seat in the shower stall.

  “Come on baby,” I coaxed. “Lean against the tile and put your legs up, let Daddy play with that tiny twat.”

  Moaning with arousal, the brunette obeyed. She sat back, head pressed against the wall, and pulled her knees back slowly, legs spreading so that everything was bared to me. And oh shit, the sight was beautiful. Giant white breasts hung, delicious, pressed against the back of her thighs, and the sweetness between her legs was irresistible. In this position, I had a full view of everything, her nether lips pulling apart on their own to display it all.

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�Now baby,” I growled again, on my knees before her. “We’re gonna go over it again. Can you show Daddy all the parts of yourself?”

  The brunette’s eyes fluttered open, dazed.

  “That’s right baby,” I ground out once more. “Let’s do a review session. Show Daddy what you’ve learned.”

  And with a slow turn of her head, Mandy looked down at herself, at the pink flesh glistening under the lights, her knees pulled up and spread so wide.

  “Oh god, Daddy, I can’t believe I’m like this,” she murmured, cheeks staining pink. “This is so naughty, you can see everything.”

  I grunted.

  “You mean showing a man your twat?” I ground out. “Showing a man all that slippery goodness, your secret spaces?”

  And Mandy bit her lip, nodding.

  “It’s so wrong,” she breathed before a cry escaped her lips, transforming into a high whine. Because I’d leaned down and with a lascivious smile, trailed the flat of my tongue all the way from her asshole up those pussy lips, finishing at her clit with a last lick. Shit she tasted good, her nectar was going strong, tangy and sweet with a hint of honey.

  “That’s right baby,” I ground out. “Did you like that? There’s more of it where it came from if you do as Daddy says. Because we’re learning, baby, we’re learning, and Daddy wants you to give him a guided tour of your twat. So come on baby, what did you just pick up? Show Daddy,” I commanded.

  Mandy was breathing hard now, barely able to focus, and I wasn’t sure the brunette was going to be able to do it. But taking a deep breath, she looked down, eyes wide, and with one soft finger began to point.

  “These are my pussy lips,” she murmured, trailing her digits up and down the pink parentheses which grew puffier as she touched them, glossy under the light. “And this is my hole, where you go in,” she said with a coy smile at me. “It’s also where babies come out,” she added with a sly look my way. Oh shit, oh shit, the birds and the bees, that’s right, we needed protection. But I pushed it out of my mind, my dick was dying to be in her no matter the consequences.

  And Mandy smiled at me knowingly, like she was reading my mind. “And this is my clit,” she continued, lightly trailing her fingers over that two-inch nub. The girl was so big, so stiff, that it was almost like a mini-flagpole, waving in the air, begging to be sucked. And with another coy look at me, the girl pinched the bud, her butt jerking on the shower seat.

  “It’s where you make me feel good,” she panted, boobs heaving. “It’s how Daddies make little girls feel good.”

  And I nodded, eyes never leaving that little twat.

  “Daddy needs to make a correction,” I rumbled. “Little girls feel good whenever they’re touched down here. Doesn’t have to be your clit, doesn’t have to be a specific spot, your nub is just one special place. But if Daddy touches your hole,” I said, trailing a digit lightly over that dark spot, “Or your lips,” I continued, grazing the puffy flesh, “Or your clit,” I added, lightly circling her button and making the girl squeal and squirm, “It all feels good. Everywhere, baby likes it everywhere.”

  And Mandy was panting hard now, pulling her knees wider, showing all of that slutty pussy.

  “But Daddy,” she continued, eyes meeting mine. “Didn’t you forget something?”

  I groaned, dick high and tight, dripping like a faucet just inches from that perfect cunt.

  “I did honey, I did. Daddy’s a connoisseur, you know what that means right?”

  The brunette nodded slowly.

  “Yes Daddy, it means that you really appreciate me.”

  “That’s right sweetheart,” I nodded affirmatively. “Daddy really appreciates Baby’s luscious body, this tight virgin twat, and Daddy likes to see inside too. It’s not just the outside that matters, the inside is just as important, just as precious. So hold yourself open honey, pull those labia apart and show Daddy what you have inside, give me some good pussy gape.”

  The brunette’s eyes flickered for a moment, shocked and titillated, but the slut inside took over and with small, swift fingers, Mandy did as told.

  “Like this?” she cooed. “Like this?”

  And I almost fucking passed out then, she was so beautiful, so unbelievably gorgeous. Because the sight of my baby girl, poised on the seat with her legs spread, showing me everything was a fucking fantasy come to life. Her fingers spread those sweet lips, pulling the engorged flesh back so that I could see deep inside, and oh fuck, oh fuck, but there’s nothing more beautiful than the inside of a woman’s pussy. Her channel was a deep, bright pink, glistening wetly, the walls pulsing, waiting for dick, and the aroma was so strong, her cunt smell so overwhelming that I almost spurted right there.

  “Baby,” I panted, fisting my dick slowly, unable to tear my eyes away from the steaming flesh. “Baby you’re beautiful.”

  And Mandy giggled breathily then, slightly shifting her hips so that I could get a better view straight up that hole.

  “Why don’t you play with it then Daddy?” she cooed. “Play with it and make me feel good.”

  And like a slave, I obeyed. Mesmerized, my hand moved forward as if in a dream to lightly touch her bud before caressing the inside of her pussy, the inside of her fleshy labia, touching that glistening pink, watching as it contracted slightly under my digit.

  “Mmm, baby you’re sensitive,” I ground out. “So sweet.”

  But this wasn’t just about making her feel good, although that was paramount. This was also about getting the little girl ready for dick because I could tell her hole was too small as is. Without some real stretching exercises, she was gonna be way too tight, it was gonna be un-fucking-comfortable, she’d be moaning and squealing in a bad way, limping with agony the next day.

  So I bent my head, lightly lapping at her clit, making her gasp, before lifting and looking Mandy straight in the eye.

  “Daddy’s gonna touch your hymen again, this time with my fingers,” I said. “It’s gonna feel good but really stretchy okay? You ready baby?”

  And she nodded, eyes wide.

  “Okay, go for it Daddy,” she murmured. “Go for it.”

  So with one finger on her clit, lightly rubbing, I lifted my other hand to graze that sweet hole. But instead of brushing past it like I had in the past, this time, I began to worm my finger in, to push against that soft tightness, the flesh engorged and resilient.

  “Oh ummm,” Mandy exclaimed, head going back. “Mmmm!”

  And fuck, but it was tight, even for my finger. I pushed in determinedly, pussy flesh spreading to accept me and slowly twisted my finger within that hot channel, massaging her interior.

  “Mmm!” she moaned again, eyes drifting shut. “Oh Mr. Parker!”

  I grinned to myself.

  “That’s right baby,” I ground out. “That’s how dick’s gonna feel in you, but much bigger.”

  But the brunette couldn’t hear, she was lost in the sensation of being penetrated for the first time. So taking advantage of the distraction, I slipped another big finger in, her hole like a vacuum.

  “Mmmm!” she moaned again, head thrashing slightly against her shoulders now, hips unconsciously jerking. “Mmmm!”

  And I shook my head, face grim. Because the virgin was so tiny, this snatch unbelievably tight. How the fuck was I gonna get my dick in if my two fingers were already being clamped to death, her interior channel resisting my digits?

  But there was only one way to go about it, and that was practice.

  “Baby,” I rasped, “Daddy’s gonna stretch you out now.”

  And with that, I began circling my fingers a bit, stirring them in circles within her cunt, trying vainly to loosen those pussy walls. She moaned and thrashed more, my fingers buried in her twat, boobies jiggling as her pussy was fingerfucked.

  “Ummmm!” she cried, profile tipped upwards, eyes closed. “Ohhhh god Daddy!”

  But stirring my fingers wasn’t enough. Mandy needed a thorough workout, and so I began scissoring my finger
s, forcing her cunt walls to expand, loosening the tightness. And oh fuck, but it felt good. Her interior pulsed around me, wet, hot and juicy, resisting my fucking but at the same time eating it up. Her pussy gushed against my hand, my palm filling with hot fluids, and the girl moaned and thrashed more.

  “Keep your legs spread,” I ground out. “Let Daddy into that tiny twat.”

  And then I felt it once more. Oh yeah, her hymen was there, the spongy piece of tissue pressed against my fingers. So slowly, I began to strum, brushing once, twice, against the sensitive barrier, saying hello, bidding goodbye to what wouldn’t be there long.

  “That’s my pretty virgin,” I ground out as Mandy pulsed beneath me. “That’s my beautiful virgin.”

  And the brunette was losing it, I could tell. The finger fucking, stroking her hymen, showing me the interior of her pussy was too much for a young girl. An avalanche overwhelmed her, a cascade of sensations, and suddenly Mandy jerked, eyes flying open, pussy clenching around my fist.

  “Oh Daddy!” she squealed. “Oh oh oh!”

  But I didn’t want her to miss the show.

  “Look down baby,” I commanded. “Look down and see those vaginal contractions, see how fucked your pussy is.”

  I could tell the brunette could barely hear me, caught in the throes of orgasm, but she looked down briefly, brown eyes going even more wide.