บททั้งหมดของ Plunge In Deep, Daddy; Filthy Age Gap Stories : บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

I Fucked My Father’s Best Friend (1)RebekahIt was a hot afternoon that day. I was dressed in a tank top and bum shorts that barely covered my ass. Even though the ceiling fan was spinning above me, it did almost nothing against the heat. Sweat gathered at the back of my neck as I sat cross-legged on my bed. I was on video call with my friend Sydney who was giving me gists about her holiday.“Girl, last night was crazy,” Sydney said, fanning herself on the screen. “We got back from the beach and he just dragged me to the shower. He didn’t even let me rinse the sand off properly. He bent me over right there and fucked me until my legs gave out. I can still feel it this morning.”I laughed a little but I didn’t have much to say because my life was boring. I was twenty-two, halfway through college, but my days revolved around reading books, baking, and listening to music. There was nothing interesting going on. I had no boyfriend, no crush at the moment. I had just three people in my l

I Fucked My Father’s Best Friend (3) Rebekah When I thought he was going to capture my lips in a kiss and push me against the counter, rampaging my body, he only wiped the flour on my cheek away with his thumb. I stood there for a moment, shocked, my heart racing like I had just finished a marathon. “You’re not as bad as I thought,” he said, cutting through my thoughts. “What?” I gasped, my voice coming out smaller than I wanted it to . What did he mean by that? “I mean… your dad mentioned you burning the house down…” I smiled awkwardly and looked down at the messy counter. “Almost…” He nodded, a small smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. “Yeah, almost. But you’re pretty good at baking even though you seemed a bit carried away.” “It’s just the heat,” I lied, looking away from him. I could still feel how close he had been standing a minute ago. “Yeah, heat.” He nodded but he didn’t seem convinced enough. His eyes stayed on my face a second longer than necessary before

I Fucked My Father’s Best Friend (5)RebekahUncle Mike didn’t say anything at first. He just kept looking at me, surprise written all over his face. Of course he wouldn’t believe his little Becky would stand in front of him like this, half naked, begging him to fuck her. His eyes moved from my face down to my chest and then back up again like he was still trying to make sense of what was happening.“Rebekah, this is not…”I didn’t let him finish talking. I reached behind my back and unhooked my bra, sliding the straps down my arms slowly and letting it fall to the floor between us. Maybe if he saw how big my boobs were, he would be tempted to touch me more.The moment he saw them his jaw dropped a little. My boobs weren’t just big. They were large and firm, sitting high on my chest with pink nipples that were already hard and poking out like they were begging to be sucked. I watched his face change as he stared at them then took his hand and moved it up until his palm rested fully o

I Fucked My Father’s Best Friend (7) Rebekah“Would you like uncle to suck your pussy?” he asked and I nodded quickly, almost desperate. “Yes, uncle Mike. Suck me.”The moment his wet tongue made full contact with me I shivered hard from head to toe and bit my lower lip. He started slowly at first, dragging long wet lines from the bottom of my pussy all the way up to my clit. Then he locked his mouth over me completely and sucked. His tongue moved in tight circles, then flicked back and forth. I could hear how wet I already was. Every time he sucked harder my hips lifted off the sofa on their own, chasing his mouth.“Un… uncle Mike,” I cried as he went deeper. He pushed his tongue inside me for a few seconds, fucking me with it, before returning to my clit and sucking even stronger. He ate me like he had been waiting years to do it. Several minutes passed and my thighs started shaking around his head. I grabbed the edge of the sofa cushion with one hand and tangled the other in his

I Fucked My Father’s Best Friend (9) RebekahFor about four days Uncle Mike never visited and I was actually growing worried. Was he avoiding me? Or did something else happen? Many things ran through my mind but I didn’t exactly know what could have happened. Maybe he regretted the whole thing. Maybe he felt too guilty because of my dad. Maybe he just didn’t want me like that again. The thoughts kept coming one after the other until I couldn’t sit still in my room.Steve Lacy’s music boomed through my earpiece as I tried to drain the thoughts out of my mind. I lay on my bed staring at the ceiling, turning the volume higher, hoping the songs would help me forget for a while. But I couldn’t stay focused. Every track just made me think about him more. The way he had looked at me, the way his hands had felt, the way he had said my name when he was inside me. I finally pulled out the earpiece in frustration and went downstairs to meet my dad.He was busy with some newspapers spread out