Dad’s best friend fucks me - part 1

Derek was dad’s best friend and a second father to me, but one night changed all that.

Derek had been my dad’s best friend since they were in high school. He had dark brown hair that was cut a bit longer on top and he frequently ran his hand through it from one side to another, sweeping it aside and giving it a tousled look. He was 41, well-cut, well-groomed, and good looking, with an almost boyish face. He had a contagious smile that made his dark brown eyes light up and he was an absolute charmer. He had the type of personality that everyone in the room was drawn to, and women lusted after him everywhere he went.

Derek had always been around, like a second father, especially after my mother left my dad when I was a young girl. My dad always referred to him as “Uncle Derek”, but Derek thought that was weird, so I spent my whole life just calling him by his first name. I never thought of him as anything but a father figure.

All that would change in the blink of an eye.

I had been staying at home alone since my dad was out of town on business for a whole month. The second night my dad was gone, I had come home from a late movie with my friends to find the window of the back door smashed, the door open, and the house tossed. I heard noises upstairs, and realized someone was in my house. Terrified, I ran back to my car, jumped in, locked the doors, and called Derek, crying. He then told me to call the police and he raced over, arriving within 30 minutes. Before he arrived, the police got there, and I watched them walk two unfamiliar men out in handcuffs. I wondered what would’ve happened if I hadn’t heard them and they gotten the drop on me, and I shook with anxiety at the thought.

After I dealt with the police and gave a quick statement, they left, and I stood outside by my car unsure what to do. Derek had checked the house top to bottom, and now he was on the phone with my dad, Ted. I had stopped crying after the police left with the two men in custody, but now I stood by my car, shivering uncontrollably despite the warm, humid night air, unable to stop imagining the horrible things that could have happened if I hadn’t heard them upstairs. I watched Derek on the phone pacing back and forth, until he finally said, “Yeah, Ted, don’t worry, I’ll take very good care of her.” He hung up and walked over to me.

It had been hot that day, so I was wearing short jean shorts without panties and a dark tank top without a bra. My breasts were pretty flat so I often went braless, not really realizing how easily you could see my nipples when they were hard, as they were as I shivered in the night air. Being a smaller girl at 5’2” and somewhat skinny, I chose to believe that my small stature made me somewhat invisible. I had my blonde hair tied up into a messy knot on top of my head to keep it off my neck in the heat.

My arms were crossed across my chest, and I tried to control my shivering as Derek looked me up and down. At 6’2”, with broad, well-toned shoulders and muscular arms, he was a full foot taller than me and easily twice my weight.

Stepping close so his chest was inches from my nose and placing his large hands on my still shivering shoulders, he looked down at the top of my head and spoke gently. “You okay?” he asked quietly. I looked up at him, craning my neck up to see his face as he looked down at me with concern in his chocolatey brown eyes. I knew I looked like a child to him. Being 23 years younger than him, I felt like one too, with the events of the evening making me feel particularly small and vulnerable.

I looked up at him, slightly wide-eyed, and felt tears brimming over as I shook my head no, and he immediately wrapped his arms around me, gently pulling on the back of my neck and pressing my face into his chest. I put my arms around his waist and sobbed into his shirt, shaking uncontrollably. He held me tight and rested his lips on the top of my head, speaking into my hair to calm me down.

“Shhh,” he said, in his deep, slightly gravelly voice. “It’s okay baby girl. It’s over. I’ve got you. I’m here. You’re safe now.”

Feeling his strong arms around me and his breath in my hair saying that I would be okay, I started to feel safe and warm, and the sobbing began to subside. I’m not sure how long we stood there like that as I pressed my face into chest, his hands stroking my hair and rubbing my back in wide circles from my shoulder blades down to the waist of my jeans. I quieted and the shaking subsided, letting him comfort me with his strong hands. I still had my arms wrapped firmly around his waist, and in a daze, I thought: I never want him to let me go. The feeling of my skin on his was electric, and I felt butterflies in my belly. The feeling confused me a little, but eventually he spoke again.

“You’re not staying here alone. Let’s go upstairs and pack you a suitcase. You’re staying with me.”

Not relinquishing my arms from his waist, I turned my head and looked up at his face, keeping my flushed cheek pressed against his chest. He lowered his chin so he could look me in the eyes. “Really?” I asked, relieved that would not have to spend the night alone, “You’d let me stay with you?”

He gave me a deep, searching look, stroking my exposed cheek, and said, “Of course. I’d do anything for you.” Hearing those words made my heart skip a beat, again leaving me feeling confused. He half whispered, “No one messes with my Mel Mel,” using his nickname for me. Then he kissed me gently on the forehead. I thought I would melt on the spot as my cheeks turned bright red, betraying my increasingly confusing thoughts.

Slightly embarrassed, I turned my face back into his chest for a moment, hoping he didn’t notice the red in my cheeks. If he did, he hid it well. He sighed and took a step back, and we went inside to pack my suitcase.

I climbed the stairs, and to my relief, he followed me. I didn’t want to be alone in that house. I stood in the doorway to my room with Derek climbing the stairs behind me and looked around wearily. It was completely tossed; dresser drawers had been pulled out and dumped on the floor, blankets ripped from the bed, personal items knocked over and broken, and closet torn apart. It felt so violating knowing someone had gone through all my personal belongings. What were they looking for?

Derek stood behind me as I surveyed my room and with a start, I realized all my panties and bralettes were scattered across the middle of the floor. I quickly dropped to my hands and knees, trying to hide them and feeling my face turn red again. I glanced up at Derek, and he was leaning casually in my doorframe, muscled arms crossed across his chest, watching me with a half smile as I tried to hide my colorful array of undergarments.

“It’s okay, Mel Mel. It’s nothing I haven’t seen before,” he said, trying to sound reassuring. I blushed deeper and continued to scoop them up off the floor, dumping two of them into my suitcase, which lay open near the foot of my bed. He stayed where he was, watching me get flustered.

“Is that all you’re packing?” he asked, nodding towards the open suitcase. I looked up at him, face still a little red, and shrugged. “You can stay as long as want, you know,” he said. “The whole month, if you really want to, Mel,” he added with his signature half smile.

I felt the butterflies in my stomach again, and, saying nothing so my voice wouldn’t tremble and give me away, I smiled at him and scooped up all my clothes within reach. It was an unorganized mess of shorts, tank tops, bathing suits, and undergarments. I dumped them into my suitcase and flitted around my room, grabbing other essentials, until I ran to the bathroom, grabbed all my toiletries and supplies, and finally zipped up the suitcase, ready to go.

When we walked outside, he closed the back door with the broken window and locked it out of habit. “I’ll have to come back tomorrow and fix that up,” he half mumbled. He picked up my suitcase and put it in the open bed of his pickup truck.

“I can drive myself,” I said, ”so you don’t have to bring me home later…”

“Don’t be silly, Mel,” he said, looking me up and down. His scrutiny made me a little self-conscious for the first time in my life, and I blamed the confusing feelings from earlier. “You’re in no shape to drive. Hop in,” he said, walking to my side and opening the door for me, “and we can come get your car when you’re feeling better.” He gestured towards the waiting passenger seat. Obediently, I climbed up into the truck. He closed my door behind me and got into the driver seat.

We clipped our seatbelts into place as he drove away, leaving that awful scene behind us. I signed in relief seeing it in the rear view mirror. Suddenly realizing how tired I was, I stifled a yawn and looked at the clock. It was nearly 3 in the morning. Even though it was only a 30 minute drive to Derek’s house from my dad’s, I felt my eyelids droop a little a few minutes in. I let my eyelids fall and laid my head back against the seat, falling asleep.

Suddenly, the red flashing lights of a railroad crossing lit up as the bells clanged, and I jumped and opened my eyes blearily at the sudden onslaught of sound and light. Knowing we were stuck behind the train, Derek put the car in park and looked over at me. “It’s okay baby girl,” he said soothingly, “it’s just a train.” He leaned onto the center console, and I did too, stretching out my neck a bit to place my head on his shoulder as the deep rhythm of the train passing in front of us made me sleepy again.

Suddenly, he lifted my head from his shoulder, raised the center console to reveal a center seat with a lap belt, and unhooked my seatbelt. Then, easily, and before I could really react in my tired, bleary state, he placed one hand behind my shoulders and one under my knees and scooted me so my left side was pressed against him. He tucked my head under his chin put his right arm around my waist, and rested his open hand across my belly between the top of my shorts and my belly button, and under my shirt.

The feeling that followed was intense and unexpected. I felt my belly swoop, followed by fierce warmth between my thighs, and finally I felt the wet. I didn’t know what to do. I rested my right hand on the open seat next to me, and, unsure where to put my left hand, I rested it on his leg, on the fabric just above the lower hem of his shorts. He let out a small, satisfied sigh.

His hand was almost as wide as my waist as he rested it on my bare skin. Slowly, he started rubbing my belly, and I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning in pleasure. I tried to control my breathing as his hand slid slowly up my tummy under my shirt until his thumb was in between my bare breasts, and I knew my hard nipples were visible under my thin tank top, even in the red flashing lights of the railroad crossing. I clawed at the cloth of the seat next to me, trying to regain control of my body as he slid his hand slowly back down where it started, pinkie finger brushing where my shorts met my hips.

He kept rubbing my tummy until I was dizzy, and I realized I was squirming slightly and gripping his thigh. Hard. I bit my lip harder as his big hand rubbed my little belly, but as the train finally passed and the arm began to raise, a small moan escaped my lips. I turned my head a little, catching his reflection in the side mirror, and I noticed he had that half smile on his face as his hand stroked the soft, pale skin of my belly, making me squirm as the juices seeped out of my red-hot pussy. I gripped his thigh and bit my lip, and he seemed entirely unfazed. He knew exactly what he was doing to me.

He started driving again, and began pressing on my belly as he stroked it, making the skin shift and bulge ahead of his slow-moving hand, and I almost came undone. There was a visible wet spot on my jean shorts now, growing as he pressed, rubbed, and gently squeezed my belly under my shirt. I rolled my hips forward and moaned, wanting his hand to slide down past the waist of my shorts to pet my aching, drenched pussy.

“Ohhhhmmmmm,” I moaned softly, squeezing his thigh harder with my left hand. Just then, we pulled into his driveway and he turned the truck off, leaving us in the dark. Abruptly, he opened his door and got out, and for a second, I thought he was just going to walk away. Then he reached back in for me, scooting me to the edge of the driver seat so my wet pussy was on the edge of the seat and my legs were dangling out of the truck, and he gently spread my knees apart.

He leaned his body up against mine, and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his hips, pressing my throbbing wet pussy into his stomach through my shorts and his shirt. He grabbed my waist with both hands under my shirt, almost completely encircling my small body. He slowly ran his hands further up my tummy, gently pressing and squeezing like before. This time, he swiftly raised my shirt off above my head. I gasped, squeezing him with my legs and trying to grind my pussy on his muscled waist.

He smiled, ran a hand through my hair, gripped it, and tugged my head back with a gentle jerk. I let out a surprised little “oh,” and then he tilted my head to the left and planted his lips on the right side of my neck, kissing, licking, and lightly nibbling the soft skin with his teeth. The sensations sent zingers through my entire body, causing me to buck my hips, squeeze him harder with my legs, and grind my pussy harder against him. It was enough to put me over the edge.

“Ohhhhhmmmmm, mmmm, mmmm, ohhhh…” I moaned as my whole body shuddered with pleasure. He kept kissing and nibbling my neck, his free hand working my belly, and I felt the muscles in my pussy contract over and over again, drenching my already soaked shorts and leaving a visible wet spot in his shirt as I ground up against him.

I came down slowly, panting and sweating. He still had his hand in my hair, pulling my head back, and he moved his lips up to my ear and said in his sexy, deep, gravelly tone, “Did you like that, baby girl?”

“Yes,” I said airily, still trying to catch my breath.

“Good,” he said, picking up my tired little body and holding me like a child, “because I’m not done with you yet.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and he started carrying me inside, the same way he used to when I was a little girl that fell asleep on the car ride home.

Bewildered at the turn the night had taken, I felt wave after wave of anticipation and arousal course through me as he all but kicked open the back door and slammed it shut with his foot. I lifted my face up to look at his. He looked down at me and kissed me passionately. I held his face between my hands while he probed my mouth with his tongue and carried me to the bedroom. I moaned into his kiss. He flicked the light switch with his elbow and a small bedside lamp came on, softly illuminating the room as he tenderly laid me down on his king sized bed.

He took off his shirt, revealing his chiseled body. I looked at him, feeling surge after surge of want as I flooded my shorts with my juices. My eyes followed the dark hair that covered him on the middle of his chest, to his defined abs, all the way below his belly button and down to his shorts line. That was when I noticed the large bulge threatening to burst from his shorts.

I sat up, reaching for his hands and pulling him close, and started to unbutton his shorts. He reached around my hands and started to unbutton mine at the same time. I unzipped his shorts and the bulge seemed to squeeze outward, now only held in by the thin fabric of his boxers. I worked his shorts down until they fell to his ankles, and he stood in front of me, large, hard cock tenting his boxers out in front of him, still slightly straining at the fabric.

I hooked my finger over the top of the elastic and pulled the boxers out and down, and they too fell to his ankles as his impressive manhood sprang free, in front of my face, just below eye level. I gasped at his size. He was easily eight inches with a hefty girth. I grasped him and gave his hard cock a gentle squeeze, barely able to fit my small hand around it. He let out a deep moan. He pushed me back on the bed yanked my shorts off, tossing them across the room, and he spread my legs apart to get a good look at my clean-shaven, glistening pussy.

He stood over me drinking in my body with his eyes. I moaned helplessly and squirmed as he held my knees apart, and the hungry look in his eyes sent a new surge of juice seeping out of my pussy, the juices pooling on my tiny, puckered asshole and dripping onto the bed. I thrust my hips forward towards him, wanting him to touch my swollen, throbbing clit, and longing for his big cock to fill my tight, virgin pussy.

Unable to wait any longer, I reached down towards my soaked pussy, wanting to rub myself, but he snagged my wrist and gently but firmly brought it up over my head by my other hand. I whimpered as he held both my arms above my head with one strong hand, keeping me from touching myself.

He bent down over me, bringing his lips close to my ear and whispered, “Not yet.” His breath on my ear sent shivers through my whole body.

I whimpered again, thrusting my hips into the air. “Pleeeeaaaase,” I moaned, begging for some kind of release. I was shivering with lust, skin covered in goosebumps and small, pink nipples rock hard. He placed his hand on my belly again, working it faster and more aggressively than earlier, and this time he rubbed my little nipples too, causing me to thrust my hips into the air as my pussy throbbed and dripped.

Although it was only a few minutes, it felt like he teased my body for an eternity, working my belly, squeezing my tits, rolling my little nipples between his thumb and forefinger, and gently petting my inner thighs and the smooth mound above my slit. He bent over and kissed my body, all around my thighs and above my throbbing clit, holding my wrists above my head the whole time to keep me from touching myself while he teased me. I bucked my hips and moaned, panting with need. I was covered in sweat.

“Fuck!” I grunted as I bucked again, “P-please, ohhh g-g-god, please Derek,” I begged, struggling to get the words out between gasping for air and my body’s needy spasms.

He stopped kissing my inner thighs and looked up at me with that half smile and I nearly came unraveled. “Do you want me to get you there, baby girl?” he asked. Unable to speak, I moaned in affirmation, nodding my head yes.

With one more quick kiss on each inner thigh, inches from my throbbing, soaked pussy, he released my wrists, hooked my slender legs over his toned shoulders, and grabbed my upper thighs just below my ass cheeks with a firm grip. “I can’t say no to you forever,” he said in his deep, sexy voice, and he gently placed his mouth on my throbbing clit and began to suck and tongue the engorged nub all at once.

I had been so close to the edge from him teasing my body that I came almost immediately under the light pressure from his tongue. I reached down with both hands and grabbed handfuls of his thick, dark hair while my body convulsed violently. He continued to gently lick my clit and the juices from my wet, red-hot pussy.

The stubble on his chin pricked at my sensitive skin as he shoved his face into my pussy, causing me to cum harder. Every muscle in my body tensed with my contracting pussy muscles as I seemed to climax over and over. I struggled to breathe, and the air escaped from my lungs in sporadic, animalistic moans. I tried to push his face away, but I was so weak and tired that he ignored me and kept gently running the tip of his tongue lightly across my overstimulated clit. I tried to tell him that I had had enough, but the only sound I could make was a “nuh, nuh, nuh” sort of grunting in rhythm with my tense orgasmic thrusting.

When he’d finally decided I’d had enough, he lifted his face and loosened his grip on my legs, looking up at me. I went completely limp, panting like a dog, drenched in sweat, heart pounding, and utterly spent. He sat up on his knees, straddling my little body, but, to my relief, did not rest his full weight on my spent frame.

He looked down at me, mouth still glistening with my juices, scooped some of the wet off his chin, and started pumping his rock-hard cock. “Ohhhh, baby girl…” he moaned, looking me in the eyes as I lay helpless underneath him, still recovering from the earth-shattering orgasm, arms strewn above my head, chest heaving, nipples still hard. He pumped harder and faster, until rope after rope of hot, sticky cum erupted from the rounded tip of his substantial shaft, splashing onto my tits and stomach. “Oooooh god, Melanie,” he moaned as he finished unloading on me.

Too tired to protest, I lay there covered in warm pools of his pearlescent, sticky cum. He stayed kneeling over me for a moment with his softening cock still in his hand, taking in the sight of my little, limp body covered in his load, until he finally got off me and left the room. I was too exhausted to care, and I closed my eyes.

He returned a moment later and I felt him climb up beside me on the bed. I felt a warm, damp towel being pulled across my skin as he gently cleaned his cum off me. He cleaned my tits first, gently kissing each nipple after it was clean. Then he worked his way down my belly with the warm, soft towel, gently kissing my cleaned skin as he went. Finally, he wiped between my legs, cleaning up my juices. The gentle warmth and soft pressure made my pussy tingle, but I was still too tired to move, so I let out a small, contented sigh instead as he planted a soft, quick kiss just above my worn clit.

Finished with the towel, he tossed it aside. Scooping me up gently, he pulled back the blankets and sheets and positioned us underneath them, on the dry side of the bed, away from where I had soaked it with sweat. He wrapped me in his arms, and I pressed my face against his chest, letting out another involuntary sigh of contentment and satisfaction.

Before I could fall asleep completely, he put his finger under my chin, turning my face up towards his. I looked at him blearily, and he kissed me, long and slow, for several minutes, sucking gently on my lower lip, kissing my neck, kissing my face, and finally my forehead. I exhaled, tucking my face against his neck and lying limp in his arms with my naked body pressed against his.

“Good night, Mel Mel,” he whispered into my hair as I drifted off to sleep, spent and satisfied.