Dad’s best friend fucks me - part 2

A deeper dive into the love affair with dad’s best friend- in more ways than one.

I woke up the next day. The room was bright despite the closed curtains, and I lifted my head and looked around groggily, realizing I had the bed to myself. Looking at a clock on the bedside table, I saw it was 11:30 in the morning. I plopped my head back on the pillow, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. Awake now, memories of the previous night came flooding back into my head. I stared at the ceiling, watching the blades of the ceiling fan turn, feeling flushed and dizzy as I relived the intimate details.

I quivered, nipples hardening as I remembered his big hands on my small body, working my belly, squeezing my tits, rolling my nipples between his fingers. I felt warm and wet between my thighs as I remembered the ecstasy of his tongue on my clit, and the simultaneous torture and hardcore pleasure of him forcing me to cum for what felt like eternity. I felt butterflies in my stomach as I remembered his kisses, caresses, and him telling me I was safe and he had me. I flushed as I thought of him nibbling and kissing my sensitive neck, and visualized him straddling me as he knelt over me and pumped his large, thick cock until he sprayed cum all over my tits and belly. My whole body felt warm as I remembered him tenderly cleaning me and kissing my body, and wrapping me in his large, muscular arms and pressing my naked, exhausted body against him as I fell asleep.

It was a lot to process, and I found myself relieved to be alone. I turned onto my side and pressed my face into the pillow, pressing my legs together on my now aroused clit and wet pussy. I tried to catch my breath and calm down, but the pillow smelled like him- a mixture of soap, masculine musk, and sweat- and the smell sent a shiver through my whole body.

“Easy, girl,” I thought. I was still tired, and every muscle in my body was stiff and sore like I had done a full day at the gym. The thought of cumming again, as tantalizing as it was while lying naked and alone in Derek’s bed, also sounded exhausting, and I decided I needed to just relax.

I sat up and looked around the room. It was a room I had been in (and even a bed I had slept in, but never naked and always alone) a hundred times before, but after the night before, everything felt new and unfamiliar. I noticed my phone on the bedside table, nearly dead. I picked it up and tapped the screen and scrolled through my numerous notifications, seeing several missed calls, no less than 25 text messages in a group chat with my friends, a handful of social media notifications, and two texts from Derek. My heart skipped at that one, and I opened the messages.

The first message, sent an hour and a half earlier, read: “Morning Mel Mel- or maybe afternoon by the time you read this ;). I went out to run a couple errands and fix your dad’s door. I should be back in a few hours. Make yourself at home, help yourself to anything. You know your way around. Let me know if you need anything. Seriously, anything at all. I’m all yours. -D”

I blushed at the last line, and mulled over his message. “Yeah, I know my way around,” I thought, “but nothing feels the same as it did.” I kept scrolling.

The second message, sent a couple minutes after the first one, read: “PS: call your dad. He’s worried about you.”

I felt my face go pale. Oh god. My dad. In the whirlwind of last night, I had not thought about my father one time since Derek hung up the phone with him after the police left. I didn’t call him then because it was late and I was exhausted, and I knew that he knew I was okay. After that, my thoughts were exclusively about Derek.

With a flurry of anxious thoughts, I put my hands over my face. What did Derek tell him about last night? What if our stories didn’t match? Would he be suspicious? What would he think if he found out about his 41 year old, lifelong best friend fucking around with his barely 18 year old daughter? Would he be angry at me? At Derek? I had no idea what to think.

My dad used to jokingly ask about my love life and if I was secretly hiding a boyfriend, and I would always laugh at the absurdity, thinking that I would always want to introduce any boyfriend of mine to my dad, who I was fairly close with.

The truth was, however, I had never had a boyfriend. I had fooled around with a couple of guys in high school and even one girl, but none of them really sparked my interest. The boys, who were my age, were inexperienced and underwhelming, and I just wasn’t really attracted to the girl, instead just letting her do what she wanted to me after drinking a bit too much on the off chance I might like it. My friends would frequently joke that I was asexual, frigid, or a closet lesbian (I never told anyone about the girl I fooled around with).

After graduating high school, I started to realize the problem wasn’t that I wasn’t into sex with guys, but that what I really wanted was an older, experienced man. I didn’t tell anyone about it because I didn’t want people to judge me. And, although he was ever-present in my life and I was well aware that he was objectively very attractive, I consciously steered my thoughts away from any sort of physical attraction and refused to think of him sexually.

Until last night, when all the attraction I had repressed came bursting to the surface all at once.

Stressing about calling my dad and hoping my voice wouldn’t betray me on the phone, I decided I needed to compose myself. Still completely naked, I poked my head out of the bedroom door and looked around the house. It was quiet and empty, and the blinds and curtains were closed to block out the heat from the sun. I walked into the kitchen, and, realizing how dehydrated I was, sucked down three large glasses of cold water. Feeling better already, I opened the fridge, found a yogurt and some strawberries, and sat down to eat at the small breakfast bar.

I ate slowly, and, looking around the house, it seemed new and unfamiliar like the bedroom had. I had spent countless hours at this breakfast bar, chatting with my dad and Derek and watching them cook, or eating breakfast or lunch while watching the big tv in the living room. It was a single-story, open concept house. There was an in-ground pool in the back yard with a hot tub and an outdoor kitchen. Memories of years worth of summertime weekend cookouts played in my head: splashing in the pool, or relaxing in the hot tub. Overall, it was nice, modern, clean, and neat; not something one would typically expect from a single man.

I finished eating, put away my dishes, and traipsed back to the Derek’s bedroom. I fished my bathroom supplies and a clean change of clothes from my suitcase and closed myself into the master bathroom. I plugged my phone in on the bathroom counter, turning on music, and I hopped into the shower.

I let the hot water wash over my sore body and closed my eyes. The water flowed through my hair, over my tits, and down my belly, and I was instantly ambushed with thoughts of Derek’s big, warm hands stroking and teasing my body the night before. I inhaled sharply, pressing my thighs together and trying to collect myself. After a couple deep breaths, I proceeded to wash my hair, and was reminded of him yanking my head back to kiss, lick, and nibble my neck. I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, letting out a small moan.

“Dammit,” I thought to myself, pressing my thighs together again, “am I ever going to be able to get this man out of my head?”

Flustered, I reached for my body soap, only to realize I had forgotten it. I looked at the array of soaps in the shower and found Derek’s. I popped open the lid and squirted the mild-smelling, white liquid onto my hands, and had another flashback of pools of his hot cum on my belly and tits and the scent of his warm skin as I pressed my face into his chest.

I sighed, frustrated and horny, and began to lather myself up. I rubbed my tits and pinched my nipples, enjoying the slippery soap and hot water over my stiff muscles. Tired of fighting the lustful thoughts, I rinsed the later off, removed the shower head from its holder above my head, and set the stream to a concentrated pulse. It was a walk-in shower with a small bench at the back, so I sat down, scooted forward so my pussy was right on the edge of the bench, leaned back against the shower wall, and brought my legs up, knees up by my chest.

I brought the shower head up between my thighs, slowly running the warm, pulsing stream up and down my slit. I quivered as I imagined it was Derek’s tongue, teasing me and seeking my pussy. I spread myself wide and exposed my swollen nub to the steamy shower air, running the shower head in slow circles around it. I leaned forward and rubbed my hard nipples on my knees, softly moaning. Then I allowed the pulsing water to directly pulse on my throbbing clit, and I started thrusting my hips.

Pent up from suppressing my lust all morning, I felt the orgasm rising quickly between my legs as I worked the shower head over my exposed clit and sprayed the hard stream into the opening of my slick pussy. I moaned louder now as I thought of Derek’s hands all over me, his head between my legs, body pressed against mine, teasing me-

The orgasm hit me all at once, and my body spasmed and quivered as I eased the water off my convulsing pussy and gently rubbed my clit to until the climax was over. I let the shower head fall onto the bench next to me and panted as my body unclenched and my feet slid back down to the floor. I sat there for a few minutes, relaxed in the steamy shower enjoying my post-orgasmic bliss.

After a few minutes, I sprayed the remaining juices from my slick and sensitive pussy and left the shower. I dried off in a soft, plush towel and wrapped it around me, and was reminded of the warm towel used to clean Derek’s cum off me. I blushed, fastening it across my chest so it barely covered my nipples and opened the door to let some steam out into the bedroom. My music was still playing, but it kept getting interrupted by the sharp staccato note that played when I got a text message, so I sighed and looked at my notifications.

My dad had texted me asking if I was okay and if I would call him. I texted back saying I was fine, just tired, and I would call him in a while. He told me there was no rush, and sent me a hug and kiss emoji. I closed my eyes and sighed, and moved on to the now 42 missed messages from my friend’s group chat.

I was usually on my phone in the morning, so they had noticed my lack of responses and were all asking if I was okay, and the messages got more and more urgent.

“Hello, Melanie? Are you alive over there??”

“Girl, you better answer us or we’re going to show up at your house”

“HELLOOOOO”

“Seriously Mel, where the fuck are you??”

I sighed, not wanting to explain, but I knew that if I didn’t, they really would show up at my dad’s house. I started typing a long-winded response explaining about the break-in, the guys they arrested, and that Derek had come and gotten me and taken me to his house and I literally just woke up because I didn’t go to sleep until 4:30am. Which was completely true, but I definitely didn’t tell them why.

There was a whirlwind of responses, asking if I was okay, if I needed anything, if I wanted somewhere to stay while my dad was gone, etc. Not really wanting to answer each of them in turn, I sent one final message.

“Guys I’m fine. I’m just exhausted. It happened really fast. I am still at Derek’s house, he said I can stay here as long as I’d like, and I feel safe here so I think I’m going to hang here for a while. I don’t really feel like texting right now, so don’t worry about me if I don’t respond. You guys are great. I’ll talk to you all later.”

With that, I muted the notifications on that conversation. I did not have the energy to deal with them. While they were my three best friends, Claire, Callie, and Nikki, and I lived them like sisters, I was definitely the quiet one of the group who generally preferred to sit back and observe rather than contribute, and they could be a lot to deal with sometimes. I could only imagine their reactions if I had told them the whole truth of what had happened the night before, and I preferred not to think about it. I unfastened the towel and began toweling my hair with it, letting it fall down onto my shoulders as I dried it.

Just then, a large silhouette appeared in the doorway behind me, blurred from the fogged mirror. I gasped in alarm, dropping the towel and whipping around, leaning back against the bathroom counter with my butt and my hands. My heart felt like it was in my throat until a split second later when I realized it was Derek.

“Jesus,” I said, exhaling, “you scared the shit out of me!” I realized that I had not heard him come in over my music, and I quickly tapped my phone to turn it off.

He furrowed his brow and stepped closer to me. I was still leaning against the counter, suddenly acutely aware of my nakedness and the cold tile against my bare butt. He took another step closer so my face was only inches from his chest, and he tilted my face up towards his with two fingers under my chin. My knees felt weak at his gentle touch, and he looked at me with concern in his chocolately brown eyes.

“I’m sorry, Mel Mel, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said in his deep, sexy, gravelly voice, and I was thankful that I had the counter to support me as his words only made my knees weaker. At the same time, everything felt different in the daylight, and the gravity of what we were doing gripped me in a moment of anxiety. I froze and looked down, not sure what to do or how I felt.

Seeing my hesitation, he tilted my chin back up and made me look back into those eyes. He furrowed his brow once again and asked, “You okay, baby girl?”

My heart was pounding so hard in my chest I could hear it in my ears. I was so confused. I wanted to run, but I also wanted him to kiss me, wrap his arms around me, and tell me it was okay, at the same time I wanted him to bend me over the bathroom counter and fuck me until I couldn’t walk. No man had ever had such a physical effect on me before. Unsure what to do and struggling to breathe evenly, l just stammered, “Y-y-yeah…” and stared up at him, trying to keep my knees from giving out.

He wrapped an arm around my bare waist, pulling my naked body against him and, with his other hand, cupped my chin and pressed one cheek into his chest, keeping my face turned up towards his. I was still frozen with indecision until, inhaling with my face against his chest, his smell flooded my nose, sweat and musk from being outside in the summer heat, and I melted into him. I wrapped my arms around his waist, closed my eyes, and exhaled with a needy groan.

He seemed to relax at this. He bent his face down to mine and kissed me, gently at first, sucking and working my lower lip, and then deeper and more urgently as he explored my mouth with his tongue. I moaned into his kiss, soaked pussy dripping warm juices down my bare legs, and he wrapped his other arm around me, pressing me into him. I realized that I could not have gotten away from him even if I had wanted to; he had complete control over me, whether he intended it or not.

Still kissing me, his hands groped my back, stroking the smooth, bare skin, and he swiftly slid his big, strong hands under my ass cheeks and picked me up, forcing my legs apart, so I wrapped them around his hips and snaked my hands up and around his neck. My hard little nipples rubbed against the fabric of his shirt as we moved, and the sensation sent a whole new wave of want and wet to my acing pussy. He moved his mouth to the skin of my neck as he carried me to his bed, and he kissed and sucked deeply. The sensation was incredible. It sent spasms through my whole body, and I arched my chest against him, wiggled my hips in his firm grip, and moaned with pleasure. He bent down, grabbed my discarded towel, and carried me to the bedroom.

He set me down on his bed, and my hands instantly clutched at his shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside. The scent of his bare skin drove me wild, and he kissed me again, deeply probing with his tongue. Both of us were breathing heavily and rhythmically, and I shakily fumbled with his shorts, finally getting them to fall to his ankles. Not waiting for me, he yanked his boxers down, and his eight inch, thick cock sprang free.

I was quivering now with primal need. He pushed me back on the bed and spread my knees apart, exposing my soaked, virgin pussy. My inner thighs glistened with wet, and he ran a finger across my swollen, sensitive clit, causing me to gasp, shudder, and moan.

My nipples were rock hard. He rubbed my belly up and down with his big hand, pressing me down into the mattress, and bend low over me, sucking on my hard nipple and twirling his tongue around it while he rolled my other nipple firmly in his opposite thumb and forefinger. I gasped and bucked my hips, throwing my head back and arching my chest into his mouth. He moaned deeply while sucking my little sensitive nipple, and the vibration brought me to the edge.

He released the pressure from my belly that was pressing me into the mattress and brought it down between my legs, lightly brushing my swollen clit and the opening to my wet, hot pussy. Then, he inserted a single finger, palm up, and started stroking the inside wall of my pussy, searching for my G spot. Then he found it.

“Oooooohhhhhhh my god!” I gasped as he hit it, overcome by the building pleasure of his finger inside me. I had never been penetrated by anything except my own small fingers, which was enough to break my hymen, and, since that hurt, it had sort of turned me off of it. But his fingers were long, deep, and experienced in pleasing a female body, and I breathed heavily and worked my hips in rhythm with his probing finger. Then he started rubbing my clit with the wide pad of his thumb and sucking my hard nipple, gradually increasing the speed and pressure of his fingers inside and out, until I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Oh, oh, oh, aaaaaAAAAHHHH!” I screamed, arching my back, shoving my nipple against his tongue, bucking my hips, and thrusting downward to get his finger deeper inside my gushing pussy. I grabbed handfuls of his thick, sweat-matted hair and gently pulled his face off my chest as he continued to slowly, gently stroke my ultra-sensitive g-spot and pulsing clit.

He pulled his finger out of me, dripping with my juices, and put it on my tongue. “Suck,” he ordered, and I obeyed, surprised. My juices tasted salty and sweet, and I sucked harder on his long finger as he pushed it further into my mouth. “Mmmmm,” he moaned, “that’s it baby girl. Taste your sweet juices.” I did, still breathing heavily through my nose as I sucked his finger. His other hand worked my belly and played with my tits, the pleasure making me moan while
I caught my breath.

He crawled over me on the bed. He was face down, his muscled, hard body on top of my little, skinny frame, propped up on his elbows, toned shoulders rounded and flexed from holding himself up, and he started kissing me. He kissed my sweaty forehead, my swollen lips, and my flushed cheeks, then moved his mouth down to my sensitive neck, sucking hard, kissing gently, and nibbling affectionately. The sensations and affection sent waves of warmth and arousal through my body, and the pressure of his big body nearly crushing mine made my whole body tingle with want.

His semi-erect cock was lined up with my soaking wet, throbbing pussy, and as he kissed my neck I squirmed and moaned underneath him, I felt him get rock hard, his shaft pressing down hard on my mound.

The sensation was incredible, causing me to writhe and moan under his weight. My hard nipples slipped around against his sweaty, hairy chest, and the feeling made me arch my chest against his, pressing my shoulders back into the mattress. He continued his relentless teasing of my sensitive neck while I bucked my hips against his hard cock and rubbed my nipples against his chest.

I was so close to cumming, and he could tell. He stopped kissing my neck and rolled off me so suddenly that my hips bucked in the air where his hard shaft had just been. He sat up, scooped me up so my back was against his chest, and leaned his back against the pillows and headboard so he was reclined with me on top of him. His knees were up and spread with my legs between them. My ass settled in the V of his bent hips, resting my throbbing pussy squarely on top of his thick, hard shaft. I wiggled my ass and moaned longingly, wanting his big hard cock in my tight, virgin pussy.

I bent my knees and spread my legs so they were pressing outward on his legs. He swiftly hooked his muscled legs over my bent knees and pinned my skinny legs open, and at the same time he placed a muscled arm across my chest and both my arms below the shoulder, pinning my little body against his chest. I let out a surprised little gasp, renewed waves of lust coursing through me as he manhandled me.

I reached up to chest level and grabbed his arm as it held me against him, squirming and thrusting my pussy towards his massive hard-on, trying to make contact.

“Hold still, Mel Mel,” he whispered. Reaching down with his free hand, he guided the precum-soaked tip of his cock to the opening of my dripping, pulsing pussy. I quivered with anticipation as he paused. I moaned, trying to push down, but his strong arm across my chest was still holding me in place.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Melanie?” he said quietly, the vibrations of his deep, sexy voice reverberating through my chest, making me quiver. I shuddered when he said my full name, climbing to the edge of orgasm.

“Yes!” I said breathlessly, trying to hold still. I could still feel his cock head gently pressing on my pussy opening, and I throbbed and dripped juices that pooled on the skin above his cock.

“Tell me what you want, sweet baby girl,” he said in his low, sultry voice. I thought I would melt on the spot.

“I want you inside of me, Derek,” I moaned, panting lustily and tugging at his arm. “Please, fuck me, I want you to fill me with your cock,” I continued breathlessly, squirming involuntarily.

“Mmmmm,” he replied, and he abruptly pushed my body down hard.

I gasped in pain and pleasure as his thick eight inches was shoved into my tight, virgin pussy all at once, bottoming out and hitting my cervix. Pinning my legs down and my body against him so I could really only move my hips a little, he started pulling out with a wet squelching sound and then thrusting it back in with a wet slap. He did it slowly at first and then pumped his hips gradually faster. Every time he shoved it in he bumped my cervix, and I arched my back and pumped my hips in rhythm with his thrusts. I could barely breathe as I built up to orgasm, waves of pleasure tearing at me, urging me to let go. I wanted to scream and tell him yes, but I could not get the words out.

“Unh, unh, unh,” I grunted like an animal, vocalizing every time his hard cock slammed into my sensitive cervix. It felt incredible. Even through it hurt to be stretched, I could feel every inch of him as he slid in and out of me, stretching me out.

I looked down over his arm, and I was shocked to see a bulge moving up and down my belly, almost all the way to my belly button. Realizing that his cock was so big it was distending my flat tummy with every thrust, a high-pitched, lustful whine escaped my lips. I kept watching, thoroughly turned on by his manhandling and his cock stretching me out.

He saw me watching, and brought his mouth to my ear. “Yeah baby girl,” he growled, “you like watching my big cock bulge out your sweet little belly?” I moaned in affirmation, unable to speak. “Fuck yeah you do,” he said, and I could feel his hot breath on my face, “You are such a sweet little thing, Mel Mel.” With those words, I felt like I would melt, and I moaned helplessly.

I was drenched in sweat and as I arched my back, I felt my hard little nipples slide around on his muscular arm. My whole body felt warm and ready, but I didn’t want to cum yet, so I clenched my pussy muscles down on his hard shaft, trying to regain control.

He bucked his hips forward involuntarily and let out a guttural moan, gripping me tighter, arousing my sensitive, hard nipples pinned underneath his arm. “God. You. Are. So. Tight,” he grunted, saying each word with a thrust. I kept clenching in rhythm with his thrusts.

Using his free hand, he started rubbing my swollen, throbbing clit. My whole body spasmed, and shuddered into an intense orgasm. He stopped rubbing my clit with his free hand and wrapped that arm around me as I came, pussy contracting on his cock uncontrollably over and over, and he grunted hard, gave one more good thrust, and I felt his warm cum inside me.

I started to moan and arch my back as I slowly came down from climax, but feeling him thrust gently as he came inside me and pump me full of wave after wave of cum, I abruptly climaxed again and came completely undone in his arms. My hips bucked wildly, legs fighting against his as they pinned me to the bed, and my back arched harder than ever, nearly loosening his grip on my chest, but he held me down against him, which made me cum even harder. “De-er-er-ek!” I half-moaned and half-screamed.

He gave one last grunt and half thrust inside me before he stopped, panting hard. I came down from the best orgasm of my young life, and my entire body felt warm and tingly as if I had just been submerged under hot water. It was a full-body orgasm, something I had never experienced. I was dripping with sweat. His rapidly softening cock was still inside me, and cum was leaking out of my freshly stretched pussy around him.

He loosened his grip on me and unpinned my legs and, with a wet sound, pulled his soft cock out of my used pussy. My arms fell limply to the bed on either side of him. I didn’t move. I was lying on my back on top of him, completely limp, legs spread wide, feeling the cum dribble out of me as it pooled on the skin above his manhood. His hands rested lightly on my hips.

After a while, he gently lifted me off of him, placing me next to him on the bed. Using my bath towel from earlier, he wiped his load off of him, then gently wiped between my legs, cleaning me. Though it felt nice, I was far too tired to react. He tossed the towel to the floor and pulled back the blankets nestling us into bed.

He wrapped me up in his arms, and I tucked my face into the now familiar space under his chin. He kissed my forehead.

“That was absolutely incredible, baby girl,” he whispered to the top of my head. I felt warm and melty, and I angled my face up towards his and gave him a lingering kiss on his strong jaw, then nestled my face back under his chin.

Utterly spent, well-used, and pleasured beyond my wildest dreams, I fell asleep almost immediately in his arms.