My Daughter’s Friend

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“Hey, Dad!” My daughter gave me a quick peck on the cheek. “Thanks again for letting us borrow your car for the night.”

I held out the keys and dropped them into her hands. “Take care of it, Sara.”

“I know that!” She nudged me. “Well, my friend Beth should be here any moment. Thank god, I need a girls’ night so badly.”

Sara’s phone started buzzing. She looked at the screen and rolled her eyes as she answered. “What?” she said sharply. She walked out of the room, taking her terse conversation with her.

My daughter returned a minute later. “Ugh, boys ruin everything.” She picked up her purse. “I don’t have time to text my friend, can you just let her know I can’t go out tonight?” she asked as she gave a quick hug.

“Oh, I love being the bearer of bad news.”

“G’night, Dad!”

“See you, honey.”

The doorbell rang a few minutes later. I opened it to reveal a woman made several inched higher by her black thigh-high boots. Silky stockings clung to her skin as they arose from the boots, the lace at the top poorly hidden by her skimpy dress. Her thighs shifted around under the dress, which seemed to rise as she moved. She seemed torn between carefree teenage days and transitioning to the real world.

“Oh hi, ‘Dad,'” she said.

I opened the door and gestured for her to come in. “You must be Beth. Bad news, Sara had to go deal with-a situation…”

The young woman rolled her eyes. “That jerk.” She was trying to be sneaky about pulling her dress back down to cover the lace on the stockings, pinched upward by a garter.

“Sorry, she left.”

“Left?” Beth sat down next to me. “Well, guess my night is shot.” She looked around the room. She was 22; the way she moved was so sexy, with a hint of naivete.

“Something to drink?” I asked as I opened the fridge.

“Sure, just a soda would be great,” she said. I handed her a Coke and she cracked it open and took little antalya escort sips. We made idle chit-chat for a few moments.

Suddenly she blurted, “So, is it true that ‘older’ guys are better?” Her nervous flirting was adorable.

“Better at what?” I asked coyly. Is she really coming onto me?

“You know…sex stuff.” She blushed deeply.

I was afraid she would hear as my heart pounded hard against my ribs. My mouth opened to speak, but no words came out.

“I would like someone…experienced…to teach me how …”

“How to fuck?” I was shocked as the words came out of my mouth.

She kicked her foot lightly. “Yes. Will you teach me? I’m nervous that I’m not any good.”

“Well, I…” I started. She pulled the dress over her head, revealing sexy legs, her tits bouncing perkily back into place as the dress came off. She stood there for a moment. My cock jumped.

She maintained eye contact with me as she silently unzipped her boots and kicked them off. The black stockings started at the feet and climbed her thighs, the garters clinging to the top of her legs.

Despite maintaining eye contact, she seemed a bit shy. She slowly moved to the couch and sat down.

She seemed hesitant at first, slowly opening her legs, finally spreading her flexible thighs wide apart. Her pussy had the sweetest rose-petal lips I’ve ever seen. Her legs and pussy were pulled open a little by the wide spread of her legs.

My eyes widened and I start taking shallow little breaths. Act cool, I told myself. I did my best to compose myself while taking in the sight of those silky pussy lips topped with a button of a clit. My entire core was pulsing and I hoped I didn’t faint from all the blood starting to engorge my cock.

She looked down at herself and blushed. “Oh…you don’t find me attractive that way,” she said as she started to ball up.

It took me a moment to remember how kemer escort to speak. I said, “Oh, sweetheart,” I said as I approached her and gently put my hands on her thighs. I put slight pressure to encourage her to open up again. “You are perfect.” She visibly relaxed as her legs fell back open.

“Really?”

I could only nod in response. I planted little kisses up her inner thigh and felt the increasing heat as I got closer to her hairless pussy. Her feminine scent got stronger until I face was two inches from her pussy. I moved my hands to her ass, one cheek filling each hand. I gently ran my fingers up and down her lips.

I could feel her heat on my face as I pressed my tongue to her velvety pussy. She even tasted fresh. My tongue circled her tiny clit as I sucked lightly. Her moan turned to a squeal as I sucked harder, pulling lightly on her muscular lips.

I rubbed my finger over her opening. I looked briefly and it looked like my finger had melted into her pinkness. She bucked her curvy hips towards my mouth. I pushed my lips against her taut pussy and flicked her clit as I sucked with my lips. Her pussy was quickly becoming slick.

She got up and pushed me back. My cock rose as she undid my belt, unzipped my pants, and pulled them off with my underwear. My erection was already big, but kept growing. She mounted over my cock and leaned back. Suddenly the very tip of my cock was squeezed tightly by hot creamy pussy.

She circled her hips ever so slightly. A shiver started in my cock and spread throughout my body, running back down my spine to my aching cock. I wanted to thrust-no, SLAM-that tight wetness. I wanted to feel her suddenly stretch as I sunk inside of her. It would take a hard thrust to get past her firm opening.

But I resisted. My cock throbbed harder, expanding into the biggest diamond-hard boner I’ve ever had. If I don’t cum soon…

She konyaaltı escort got got off of me and got down on her knees, ass up in the air. She took my cock in her and studied it for a moment. My cock was throbbing hard against the hot skin of her hand. She kissed the tip, then circled slowly with her tongue. She was finding sensitive spots; I took deep breaths to keep myself from cumming.

She moved her mouth further down my cock, more of my cock disappearing beyond her luscious lips. She explored different combinations of using her tongue and lips, different amounts of pressure, taking in every inch of my cock that wanted to explode.

She slowly pulled her mouth off my cock, not blinking once as she looked up at me. The moment the tip was out, I flipped her over. She giggled as she knelt on all fours, ass curved up to me. I grabbed her hips and slid my cock into her. She cried out in surprise and clenched, then relaxed and circled her hips. I paused there for a moment, my body adapting to this moment and this pussy surrounding my cock. I slowly start to slide my cock in and out. Her pussy was accepting more of me.

“Here, it’s better for you if you’re clit gets played with.” I moved my fingers to her engorged clit. She uttered a moan of pleasure. She became more wet around my cock. I thrust harder…faster…then harder and faster. She moved her hips in rhythm with my cock and my fingers playing with her clit.

My hand quivered as it gripped her ass. I opened my eyes and saw her face contorted into near-silent ecstasy. I clenched my ass hard as I thrust forward and filled her pussy with cum. I ground a little against her as the cum came pouring out. I rubbed her clit harder and she squeezed down on my cock.

I finished cumming and my cock was still hard. Her pussy throbbed lightly around my satisfied cock. I thrust hard a couple of times. She seems surprised, but pressed harder against me. I thrusted more, finally slamming against her dripping pussy. She screamed in delight and her juices squirt all over me as I pull out. I lean forward and wrap my arms around her.

Panting, she turned around and hugged back, her head buried in my chest. I held her close.

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