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[F]ucking [M]y Girl With Her Dad Next Door | 2016

I can’t get her off my mind, so I decided to give you guys another story about my ex-girlfriend Hannah. You can find the first few here.

https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6eqe10/first_time_with_the_girl_i_was_seeing/

https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6p65h0/morning_sex_with_my_exgirlfriend/

As a reminder, I am average-looking, but Hannah was beautiful. She had perfect titties, an ass that wouldn’t quit, and a tight and toned look to her that sent me over the edge.

When we had been dating for about 6 months, she took me home to meet her family. They lived in a small town in Oklahoma, working the land and farming for a living. I walked into the house a little tense, as expected. Her father is a veteran, and I couldn’t help but be intimidated. He gave off a no-nonsense vibe. Her mother was incredibly nice, asking many questions about me, and I could just tell she genuinely cared.

Hannah also had a sister, Libby, who was a senior in high school at the time. Libby was pretty like her sister, with curly brown hair and freckles. She didn’t say much but you could tell she adored Hannah.

Due to some unfortunate family issues, Hannah’s two cousins had also lived with her family since she was in kindergarten. Marina and Chase were like siblings to her as well. Marina was enrolled in the local college but still living with Hannah’s parents, and Chase was also a senior with Libby. Marina was very loud and outspoken, and she got along with the girls really well. She was the life of the party and always making jokes. Chase mostly hung out with Hannah’s dad, helping out with the farm and living up to the good ol’ country boy stereotype.

Hannah had warned me that her parents wouldn’t allow us to sleep in the same room while we were visiting. “They’re just traditional,” she’d say, laughing. The first night there her dad handed me a pillow and a few blankets and told me to make camp on the couch. I tossed and turned for a while, hearing her father snore in the other room, and the girls giggling together while talking late into the night. I received a few pictures of them hanging out in face masks and painting each other’s nails, made my obligatory jokes about how they should have a naked pillow fight (I did get a laugh out of that), and went to sleep on the sofa.

The next day I woke up to her mother banging around in the kitchen ready to make breakfast. I asked several times if I could help, but was reassured there was nothing I could do, so I made up the “bed” and sat awkwardly on the couch until the rest of the crew woke up. When Hannah came out I did a double-take. She was wearing painted-on skinny jeans with muddy red boots and a white tank top with no bra. Her perky nipples could have sliced through glass. “Morning, Mama,” she said, giving her mother a quick peck on the cheek. “Morning, Johnny,” she said, nodding to me. “Morning,” I said, picking my jaw up off the floor.

Her father came out for breakfast, gave her a once-over, and commanded “Put something on.” She rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out at him. “Daddy, it’s hot.” He grunted, and repeated “Put something on.” She obliged, returning with a thin T-shirt over her tank top, titties still perky and ready to go.

Hannah’s cousins and sister all eventually meandered into the kitchen for dinner and we got ready for the day. Hannah wanted to take the four-wheelers out, so I drove her all over their property, allowing her to point out landmarks and memories. We laughed and drove for several hours.

I eventually stopped the four wheeler, turned my head and asked her “What made you think you could come out like that at breakfast? I was chubbing up before 8am.” I gave her a smirk. Her arms tightened around my waist as I felt her push her breasts into me and laugh. “If you stay up late enough tonight, I could give you another show.” Her fingers started grazing the inside of my thigh and I turned to kiss her, but Marina and Libby came out of nowhere, passing us on the four-wheeler whooping and hollering “Get a room!” Hannah flipped them the bird, laughing.

After dinner that night, I prepared my makeshift bed up and started texting my girl.

“So what was it about that show you promised?”

I smiled as I saw her reply. “Marina and Libby are still awake. But if you show me yours, I’ll show you mine.” She sent it with a winking emoji.

I rubbed my hand over my cock for a little bit, getting it hard thinking about her wearing next to nothing at breakfast. I let my mind wander, thinking about how I would’ve liked to bend her over and fuck her on their kitchen table, or pressed up against the wall in the barn, or let her sit on my lap in the four wheeler. As my mind went to many sexy but imaginary situations, my phone buzzed. “Johnny?”

I quickly whipped out my seven-inch shaft, snapped a picture, and captioned it “Sorry. Thinking about you in that outfit this morning got me carried away.” I smiled as I pressed send. After a few moments, I heard shrieks and fits of laughter. I knew one of the girls had gotten a hold of her phone and saw my dick pic.

I quickly typed, “You let them see?”

She responded “Sorry. Marina grabbed my phone the second it went off. You know how she gets. I guess I’ll have to make it up to you.”

I chuckled after seeing the text. “Yeah, still waiting on pictures from you. You promised a show, so let’s see it.”

Another few moments, another buzz as my phone lit up. “I can put on a better show in person.”

My heart rate quickened. Surely she didn’t think it was a good idea to try something on the couch with her dad sleeping in the room adjacent, and her kid sister and cousin in the room next to us. Before I could think of a response, I heard her door creak and quick footsteps on the floor coming towards my couch.

Sure enough, Hannah was standing before me, curly hair up in a messy bun, wearing a nightgown so short it should’ve been a crime. I sat up, dick still hard and getting even harder seeing her ready for bed. I whispered “What are you doing? Your dad is right next door.”

She shrugged and came towards me, sliding my basketball shorts down to reveal my shaft. I grabbed her ass as she straddled me on the couch and her wet pussy slid over my cock with no resistance. “I’ve been thinking about doing this since breakfast,” she said in hushed tones.

We stayed like that for only a few minutes, her bouncing on my cock, riding me and trying to stay quiet, moaning softly in my ear. Her pussy pulsed as she felt my hands grip her sides, felt my thrusts begin to quicken. Her knees clenched around my hips and I exploded into her, filling her up with a huge load. She stood up without a word, cum visibly dripping down her thighs, and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. “Night, Johnny,” she whispered as she walked away, leaving me trying to quiet my heavy breathing and process what had just happened to me.

Vote up if you want more stories of us sneaking around on the farm. This was definitely not the last time we got up to something naughty.

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