Falling for My Boyfriend's Dad

But the gray light of dawn woke me soon after, the first hazy rays of morning peering through the black-out curtains. Shit, I hadn’t pulled them tight last night and lifted an arm to shield my eyes. But the movement was stopped because there was something in my hand, my arm was trapped between a woman’s thighs and there was a handful of sweet succulent cunt pulsing against me. Oh shit, oh shit. Somehow Ally had wormed herself so close that my big palm cupped her pussy, that juicy wetness flush against my hand.

And she was more than wet, that cunt was sopping. Even in sleep, Ally’s pussy was moist from erotic dreams, the aromatic essence filling my nostrils, the damp cloth of her panties sticky and hot against my fingers. And I couldn’t do it anymore, I couldn’t resist the beautiful woman in my bed who’d come so willingly, snuggling up against me, offering herself. It’d been six hours of agony like this, six hours of being barely able to control myself, of battling my inner urges. So I pushed the covers back, and a breeze of cool air wafted over our bodies, cresting over Ally’s breasts.

“Mmm,” she murmured, twisting slightly in sleep. “Robert.”

I stilled. Holy shit, had she said my name? There was a sweet smile of sleep on those lips, and what do you know, but the brunette’s nightshirt had ridden up so a bountiful expanse of white flesh was exposed, those giant girls raised towards the ceiling as her back arched slightly, pink nipples hard and erect, soft white tummy twisting a bit on the sheets.

And I’m an evil fuck, a real mofo, because I went for it then, every restraint gone. I dipped my head, suckling one of her nipples, rolling it around in my mouth before making my way down her body, positioning myself between those sweet, creamy thighs.

Oh fuck, oh fuck, she was so beautiful. Her legs were smooth, the white flesh thick and juicy, leading to a sweet vee at the top covered with the barest slip of cotton, soaked through, the fabric practically transparent. So with a low groan and a dip of my head, I licked her cunt through the material, sucking the moisture in my mouth, feeling the hard bump of her clit, the giving softness of her labia.

And the little girl stirred above me, thighs falling wider, moaning a bit, tossing her head again.

“Rob,” came another breathy cry, hands fluttering over the sheets. “Mr. Martin,” she slurred.

My head snapped up, blue eyes intent on the brunette’s face. Was she awake? But no, Ally was still slumbering peacefully, long lashes half moons on her cheeks, a sweet smile curving those lips, brown tresses spread across my pillow. And fuck, but what wouldn’t I give to have those brown curls on my pillow every night, wrapped around my neck, my dick, as I took her again and again?

So giving into my baser instincts, I lowered myself between her legs once more, this time pulling aside the thin fabric of her panties to view that beautiful snatch. And god, was it gorgeous. Ally’s labia were plush, engorged, the sweetest pink and completely bare, her clit so huge and aroused that it poked out between her nether lips, dying to be tasted. And I’m not a man to disappoint, so I pulled her apart, spreading that sweet channel, sucking her clit into my mouth. Oh fuck, oh fuck, it tasted so good, I ran my tongue around it in circles, making her thrash and moan lightly before lightly licking the bottom of the nub, teasing her.

But I was only getting started and wanted a whole lot more. So with gentle hands, I pulled her lips apart once more, looking right up into her hole, and my dick spurted a little, she was that beautiful. Ally’s got one of those pussies that’s hot pink on the inside, contrasting with the light pink of her lips, and fuck, but she was so wet on the interior, pulsing before my eyes, her channel already creaming with sweetness. So I pressed my lips against her, snaking out my tongue for a deep dip, half-expecting nothing. But it was there. It was fucking there. I tasted the little girl’s hymen, the sweet, smooth covering of tissue proving that she was a virgin, vibrating and humming with energy.

Sweat beaded my brow, breathing labored, dicking popping out full mast, dripping with hot cum. Holy shit, had this really happened? I didn’t know hymens existed anymore, there are so many women who don’t have them for whatever reason, it was popped already, or they tore it doing some strenuous exercise. So in all my years, I’d never actually sampled one, never felt one pressed up against my tongue, never breached one with my dick.