[F]ucked by my boyfriends [M]Dad | 2016

I grew up as a Catholic. Went to a Catholic school and like all teenagers I had a rebellious side and in hindsight I possibly had something more to prove than a ‘normal’ girl. In fact the nun’s strict dogma and fear inducing talk of sex and how promiscuous women would go to hell just pushed me into a slutty lifestyle.

I easily found myself in a group of girls of similar mind to me who simply wanted to experience the world to the full. We were what you could imagine of girls on heat. We dressed and applied makeup will in excess of our years and easily blagged our way into night clubs and soon learnt how to join the VIP area for free and mix with the rich and powerful. Well actually it was the daddies that were powerful and the clientele were just the spoilt kids.

Over the summer we got ourselves well known in the ‘elite’ set and I soon had a steady boyfriend. He was 20 and I was only 16. I was well developed as a young girl sporting a 32D bust by this age which was firm and high on my chest. (It isn’t now). I was athletic and had the legs to match. With I short hem line and a low cut neck dress I passed as 21 without a problem.

I was soon invited to a BBQ at my man’s family house. It was a great event. Everyone was dripping in money and I soon found myself settling in to the posh lifestyle. I had already been introduced to my boyfriend’s dad but later after drinks had flowed and formalities had relaxed I found myself alone at the side on the dancefloor in the main marque to be met by the mature father.

He was distinguished and certainly handsome. It was subtle but it was obvious he had money. The house was large, the grounds immense and waiters serving the guests. My history of BBQ’s was bring a bottle and have a burger. The food here was 5* restaurant quality.

He placed his hand on my bare thigh. “What are you doing with my son?” He asked.

I looked at his hand and then looked up to his face. “What do you mean?” I replied.

“Is this a blackmail thing?” He questioned.

I didn’t reply.

“Are you part of a sting? Is this about him or me? Who put you p to this?”

I didn’t understand what he meant. I guessed he knew I was younger than I portrayed and all I could think about is he was going to tell my Mum or even worse, the Nuns. He must have saw the fear in my face.

“Let me organise you leaving of this event and from my son’s life.” He said.

He got up from the chair next to me and I understood I should follow him. I soon found myself in the house where it was quite quiet compared to the noise outside. I was almost trembling at the thought of the trouble I was in.

“What’s going to happen,” I asked, “You are not going to tell on me are you?”

And then I heard myself say out loud, “Perhaps I can convince you to not tell.”

He took me by my hand and led me up the grand staircase to the second floor. Patterned gold flock wallpaper was spotted by white panelled doors and he led me to the third one on the left. He pushed it open and beckoned me in. The light was off and the room was in a gloomy shade. He held me by the side of my upper arms and pushed his bristly face against mine and forced his tongue between my lips. I felt like I should resist but he was a man. I had had boys before but he was confident and controlled the situation.

As he kissed me he pushed me backwards. The side of a bed was soon pushing against the back of my legs and with nowhere to go I fell on my ass onto the mattress. I was now sitting and in the dim light watch him undo and drop his white shirt to the floor. His tanned skin was insulated by his black hairy chest and all over body hair. A thick line of hair led down from his belly button to his belt line where his hands were undoing his belt and trouser buttons. He bent down kissing me on the top of my head as he pushed his trousers and pants down to the floor. He stood up and the biggest cock I had ever seen hung from his pubic mound. The size scared me. I had had long cocks before from the young guys I had played with but this was a real man’s cock and had a girth I never knew was possible.

He held it up and pointed it towards my face. I started to undo my blouse and lent forwards. The tip of his cock felt hot against my lips. My mouth felt like it was straining against the size of it. I don’t think I got more than his helmet in me before I started to gag. He laughed and pulled out before he helped relieve me of my clothes.

I was now completely naked, laid out on a vast bed with the father of my boyfriend stepping out his trousers and climbing on the bed. He buries his face in my tits and works his tongue to my nipples. No guy had ever paid such tender attention to what I then discovered one of my erogenous zones.

His actions on my nipples hardened them as well as stir desire in my pussy. My young slit was heaving in desire and anticipation. I felt a hot sensation push onto my pubic mound. It was his cock and it was easily degrees warmer than by skin. I felt it probe onto my tight pussy lips. He prodded a few times and couldn’t find his way into my tight young hole. I felt a hand cup my pussy and two fingers eased my lips apart. I then felt the hot erect rod push at my hole. He removed his hand and pushed again. I felt my opening stretch as the tip nuzzled into the threshold. He paused and waited for my pussy to relax a bit before pushing a little bit further.

He was kindly making sure I was ready. He was obviously experience with young girls. I would like to think I was more experienced than most and rewarded him with a juicy horny pussy, lubricating is tick cock. He responded to my welcoming pussy and pushed his rod fully in. I yelped at the length and girth filling me completely. He held it there and I am sure I could fell it pulsing inside me. I couldn’t help but contract my vagina and grip his shaft. This sent me on my journey to orgasm. He was a wonderful lover. He gyrated his hips in tune with my body. He wasn’t just some blue balled young gun trying to shoot his load. He was fucking me for my benefit. He teased me and edged me. His command of his cock was expert and I was soon writhing in ecstasy under his firm manly body. I gave myself to him completely and had my first real orgasm by a man that I simply could not control. He covered my mouth as I screamed in pleasure as I cum.

Once I calmed down he pulled out my pussy with a sloppy sound. He had filled me with is cum. This was also my first unprotected sex I had ever had. I loved the smell of sex on me. When I finally got up I felt my pussy squeeze some of his juice out onto the bed.

He was up and getting dressed. The only thing that spoilt the whole situation was him saying “it was our little secret.” Up until then I thought we had a future in further secret sexual exploits while I was fucking his son. This statement made it cheap and nasty and I soon left feeling dirty and exploited. However it was the best sex I had ever had up until then and still rub my clit at the thought of it.