Novel & Cerita Dads Friend Sex Story

Soon my legs are placed on his shoulders, hips stretched upward as he impales deeper, pounding into my wet and sore pussy. “Oh fuck me! Fuck me! Please don’t stop…” I barely recognized myself, screaming and crying as my best friend’s dad gutted me out. A few minutes later, we cum trembling in each other’s arms. “I want more…” he purred.

What she saw made her blood run cold. It was a message from an unknown number. The text was short and chilling: **“Nice kiss by the pool last night. Does Lily know her daddy is fucking her best friend? Delete this message and I send the clearer version to everyone. Be smart, little girl.”** Attached was a blurry but unmistakable photo.

“That’s it… take every inch of Daddy’s cock. So fucking tight. Made for me.” He started moving — slow, deep rolls of his hips that made me feel every ridge, every vein. His hand returned to my clit, rubbing firm circles while he fucked me from behind, the wet sounds of our bodies barely masked by the rain. “Tell me you love it,” he growled against my ear, voice dark and filthy. “Tell me you love getting fucked by your best friend’s widowed dad. Tell me you love when I fill this pretty pussy with my cum.” “I love it,” I gasped, pushing back to meet his thrusts. “I love your cock… I love when you breed me…”

I pleaded shamelessly, knowing I shouldn't be giving in to the feeling so easily, but I couldn't hold back. He flipped me so fast, pressing my hard nipples against the cold wall through my light blouse and landed a hard smack on my ass. I winced and moaned. “Call me daddy,” he ordered. “Daddy,” I whispered. “Good girl,” he groaned. I was enjoying every bit of it, forgetting he was my father's best friend and the boundaries that are meant to hold us back. In that moment, I just wanted more. He landed another smack on my ass and this time it was harder.

I ignored her words, grinning nervously, wanting to know why this bloody hot man was here. "He's Ignatio Sandro, my friend" Dad spoke up. The Ignatio Sandro I've always heard about was my Dad's best friend. If this man sitting in front of me is Ignatio, then I gave my Dad's best friend a blowjob!! The realization hit me than any other thing could, making my eyes widen as I stare at his goddamn handsome face. My gaze fell to his trousers, his cock tucked neatly into them. Sinful thoughts filled my head and I can't seem to shake them off even when I knew how wrong things were getting.

“He’s right, I even had him on my bed the previous day.” “What?” Eve gasped with wide eyes. “You had sex with Neil?” She whispered. My brows furrowed. “No.” I said and she blinked. “Then why was he on your bed?” She raised her brows. “We almost did, but my father’s best friend came in and chased him off before we could go all the way.” I just wanted to get angry at Carl, I was telling Eve this thing but I was glad Carl showed up, I don’t think I would have gone all the way with Neil.

I was ahead in the first two categories but Mom was a real screamer. When the Forth of July rolled around we had to stay dressed. Dad had invited six of his buddies from work along with their wives for a weekend of drinking and celebrating. The wine flowed and the women got loose. The men were drinking beers and shots and telling stories to one another. They moved out to the big campfire while the women curled up inside the cabin with us kids. Eventually the women forgot that we were even there and started telling stories of their own. They compared how they had lost their virginity, how they had met their husbands, and then they talked about their boyfriends both before and after marriage.

and Holland's relationship? That's almost the same as saying you guys want to be with my dad. See? You don't even see him as anything other than dad-ish, right?" That earned a string of shaky chuckles from them, the three of them avoiding my gaze. "Oh my god! Don't tell me you guys think of my dad like that," I cried, eyeing them accusingly. Seriously, how many times would a girl get betrayed by her friends in a day? "Ok," Juliette gave in, raising her hands in mock surrender. "Not like we think of him like that, like that. But you gotta admit, your dad's pretty hot." Was there anyway one could unhear something? Because I'd do anything to unhear that. "He's basically every girl's kinky dadd

They started bombarding me with questions. “Guys, calm down. I am not done. Chill. Like I said He walked out on me after I confessed my feelings after we had sex the night bef…” I didn't have time to land when another — you guessed it right — scream almost tore my eardrums. I should put it on speaker. This scream wasn't an angry scream. Rather, it's a joyous scream and questions followed — very different from the first ones. “Girl. I am proud of you. How big was it? Did you enjoy it? How was it? How many times did you cum?” Questions like that — when I tell you my friends are crazy, just believe me.

I rolled my eyes at the loud chuckle she gave and lay back on the bed. "Fuck you!" "How was your birthday? Though I'm not sure how enjoyable it could be when I'm not there." I let out a chuckle and smiled, "I did enjoy it pretty well. Adrian took me to an amusement park. "Your dad's best friend?" "Yes." "Damn, you guys must have fucked or something because there's no way he agreed to that without a bribe." I raised my middle finger to the screen and scowled. "We might have fucked once, but that's not the reason."