Summer With My Dad’s Best Friend

“You smell and taste so good. I could eat your pussy for hours,” he says and goes back in for more.

His fingers plunge into me, and with his tongue working my clit and the layers of my folds, I explode into orgasm.

There’s no waiting, no calm before the next storm. Instead he’s turning me over so that I’m on my hands and knees. Luckily we brought a blanket and so it saves me from getting splinters in my knees from the dock. At this point I don’t think I would care. A few splinters are worth everything we’re going to do together.

He licks me from behind and the sensation is just as amazing as when he did it in the bedroom. Only this time he does something I was definitely not expecting. He licks my ass. My first instinct is to jump away from him, but he holds me still so I can’t move. It’s such a weird feeling, but the more I ease into it and get comfortable, the more I realize that it’s fucking fantastic. And the fact that he seems to be enjoying it just as much as I am takes all the stigma and weirdness away.

After he’s had his fill, he places the head of his cock to my pussy. I gasp as he penetrates me, sinking deeper and deeper until there’s no room left to go.

Fucking under the stars by the lake makes everything seem more intense. That fear of getting caught brings an extra bit of excitement to it too.

Ben bends and folds me like a piece of clay so that we wind up in every position possible. I like them all, but there are some I like more than others. He’s so in tune with the sounds I make and the way my body reacts, and so when he puts me into a position I like, he seems to know it and spends more time that way. But my favorite part is when he’s on top of me and my arms and legs are wrapped around him. He stares deep into my eyes while slowly moving inside of me. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be than exactly where I am now.

6

Ben

Jenny and I have had sex nearly every day for two weeks and each time is better than the last. I feel like I’ve just learned almost everything about her body, what she likes, what drives her crazy. There’s only one week left at the cabin and it doesn’t feel like nearly enough. I’ve never felt about anyone the way I feel about her.

This might be my last chance with her. Soon she’ll be away at college. She’ll probably meet some young jock who will sweep her off her feet and I’ll be a distant memory. The thought of her being with anyone else digs a knife into my stomach. I try to push the thought away and focus on the time we have together now.

The day is sweltering, the sun beating down. The perfect day to be out on the lake. I’m packing up some things to take on the boat I rented. Jenny and I plan to spend the day swimming in a private cove I found, away from prying eyes. We can finally be alone without fear of interruption. I’m getting tired of sneaking off and only being able to do quickies in a dark corner. That’s not exactly the experiences I want her to have with me. I want to blow her mind, not just blow my load. I want to treat her the way she deserves. But it’s hard to find that time alone with her without anyone becoming suspicious that we always seem to be gone at the same time.

While I’m packing drinks into an ice chest, my phone rings. I see my ex-wife’s name on the caller ID and roll my eyes. She is the mother of my children and I’m kind of stuck with her until all my children are eighteen, so I decide to answer it even though I would much rather ignore it. Nothing good ever comes from conversations with her.

I answer the phone and I can tell right away by her voice that I was right about not answering it.

“I got a text message from Annie, Ben. She says you’re staying in the cabin with the Jones’s. Did you even stop to think how our children would take being cooped up all summer without a place of their own to sleep? They have to share rooms for fuck sake, Ben. If you were responsible at all you would’ve gone online and seen that our cabin was rented out. We have a schedule. Can’t you do anything right? And, also, you still owe me for the maid. It was your turn to pay for the cleaning. Annie should’ve just come with me to Italy. She would’ve had a better time. You’re a shitty father. I guess it’s a good thing that I’ve stuck around because you can’t do anything right.”