My Dad's College Friends - Forbidden Fun

“We know, baby girl. And if you want to stop, we’ll stop. You’re a sweet young thing, and we’re much-older men who’ve craved you for a long time. But sweetheart, I think we can make you feel better. The only question is: is that what you want too?”

She looks at us with questions in those big, innocent eyes. My heart beats rapidly, almost pounding its way out of my chest. We’ve reached a make-or-break moment. The question is: what will Amelia say?

6

Amelia

Ryan kissing me was the last thing I expected to happen on this confusing night. So, to say I was surprised when he kissed me would be an understatement. But the longer he kissed me, the more right it became. It felt like he was making love to my mouth with such tenderness and care that I found comfort and solace in his arms.

As he breaks the kiss, he smiles and growls.

“I knew you’d be tasty, baby girl, but I had no idea you’d be this sweet.”

Reese leans forward, stroking my cheek with a big hand.

“Do you like it?” he asks in a low voice. “Do you like being with us?”

I don’t know what to say. On the one hand, these two men are my dad’s college friends and Mike would kill me if he found out we were being intimate together. Yet, my heart is still sore from what’s happened today, and being with these two gorgeous men does make me feel better. They’re so handsome and charismatic, and frankly, they blow Roger out of the water. Maybe my high school ex didn’t want me, but it doesn’t seem to matter so much anymore. Ryan and Reese find me attractive, and they’re true alpha males: rich, commanding, and powerful.

When Reese and Ryan move to sandwich me between them, I moan deliriously, tilting my head back to welcome both of them simultaneously. But then they stop.

“Sweetheart, we just want to make sure this is actually what you want before we move any further,” growls Ryan, his blue eyes blazing. I notice that his hands are trembling a bit, and harsh streaks decorate his high cheekbones. “We don’t want this if you don’t want this.”

“You mean a lot to us,” Reese adds roughly, his blue gaze burning like fire. “But we have to hear it from you, Amelia. Is this what you want?”

Smiling a bit, I pull their massive forms closer, my own body going hot and loose at their proximity.

“This is exactly what I want, Reese and Ryan. I think the better question is, am I what you guys want? I’m young … and well, I’m inexperienced,” I whisper shyly.

Leaning down to nuzzle my neck, Ryan whispers against the side of my neck.

“Inexperienced is even better, sweetheart. We love women who are just getting to know their bodies, and baby girl, your body is amazing. I love these curves, and oh shit, but are these Double Ds?” he rasps, gently palming my breast with a big hand.

I sigh with bliss, my head tilting back.

“Yes,” I whisper shyly. “I developed really early, and it was so embarrassing at first. I was the only girl in seventh grade with a bra. But it wasn’t even a training bra. I had to go straight to the women’s section, and purchase a Double D underwire on my first day. You can imagine how that felt.”

The two men growl, their eyes alight. Now, both Reese and Ryan are fondling my tits, lovingly cupping them before stroking the nipples and then tweaking the tips.

“They’re gorgeous,” groans Reese. “Hopefully they get even bigger with time.”

I giggle breathlessly.

“Well, I don’t know if that’s going to happen because I’ve already stopped getting taller. But maybe,” I say coyly. “Why, how big do you like them?”

By now, the men have pushed the vee of my sweater down so that the cups of my lacy bra are visible. Then, they gently push the cups down too, and my huge breasts pop out, enormous and white as milk.

“Oh god, sweetheart,” Reese rasps before bending to take a pink crest in his mouth. “We like them big and pillowy. F or G at least. You’re definitely going to get there.”

“If you put on weight, your breasts will enlarge,” Ryan adds before kissing my other tit and sucking it into his mouth. “You can do it, Amelia. We love women with curves like you, and you’re just so fucking gorgeous and ripe.”

With that, I let go. I’ve always been so insecure about my shape because the girls in magazines look like skin and bone. Despite dieting periodically through the years, it never works. I’ve got generous assets, and they’re not going anywhere despite my best efforts.

But to hear Ryan and Reese worshipping me, and encouraging me to put on additional weight, is like a balm to my hurt feelings. Years of insecurity drop away, and suddenly, I know this is right. These two men appreciate me for who I am, and they’re not going to try to make me become someone else. With a delicate cry, I lean back, offering my body to them. I want to be with Ryan and Reese, and nothing else matters anymore.