**\*names have been changed for privacy purposes.**
So this was back when I was in uni, I was 19. My now ex- boyfriend (Alex) and I had been dating for a couple months, but we’d known each other for more than a year. We both liked each other a lot, but he told me he wanted to wait a couple years for sex — and that was perfectly fine, I respected that.
Every summer, his family planned some annual trip to a beach town. We’d only been together for a bit, but he really wanted to take me with him, so I agreed.
His parents were super nice. His mom was this short, blond woman who was kind to me. His father, though, was tall, muscular, with graying hair and handsome features. My ex-boyfriend clearly got his mother’s genes.
The beach house was big, lots of rooms, very open. Most of our time was spent on the back patio or down by the beach.
One night, a couple days after we arrived, Alex and his brothers went for a boys night just by themselves. His mom went out to the spa with his sister(they offered for me to join them, but I refused), so it was just me and his father, James.
I sat in my room reading my book for a while, then went downstairs to see if I could order pizza. James was already down, watching something on the TV, and I asked him what he wanted thinking it would be polite. Turns out we both liked pineapple.
While I waited, I took a look at what he was watching, and it was a show I liked.
I mentioned it, and we talked about it for a bit. He said he worked in medicine, which I found super hot.
Eventually, the pizza arrived. We continued watching the show in the background as we ate and talked. He even brought out some wine.
Somehow, the topic shifted to his marriage. And then our sex lives.
Maybe it was the comfortable air between us, but he mentioned how he hasn’t been getting much action lately. I told him I related to him a lot, and he made a joke about disciplining his son.
“seems like the apple falls far from the tree,” I teased lightly.
“Oh, you wouldn’t know how far.” We were sitting next to each other by now, and he sat against the couch with his legs spread apart. I could see the faint outline of his cock, bulging through his sweats. I tried not to look at it, but my gaze kept dropping down there. I was acutely aware of my lack of clothing — a small pair of booty shorts and a thin tank top, barely covering my tits.
It was pretty clear what this was becoming.
In the next second, he was all over me, his lips crushed against mine. I knew this was a bad idea, yet I still wanted it. I was so turned on.
So I kissed him back with just as much fervor.
My hands flew into his hair as we made out on the sofa. His tongue slid against mine in a way that went straight to my core. I climbed on top of him so I was straddling him, his lips on my neck, leaving hot, wet kisses on the column of my throat.
His hands gripped my ass as I rubbed myself against his dick through his sweatpants, eager for some friction. It was electric. Better than anything I’d ever felt in my life, and we hadn’t even gotten to the good part yet.
A part of me told me not to do this. This was my boyfriend’s father, for fucks sake.
But before I could bring myself to pull away, he rocked his hips and I felt his cock —huge, thick and hard—through the layers of clothing between us, and suddenly I couldn’t think. I just needed him inside me, filling me up.
I went to work unbutton his shirt as he pulled one breast out of my tank, locking his mouth around my hard nipple. I pressed his face to my chest, desperate for more.
He pulled away suddenly, and I felt a wave of disappointment — only to be replaced by renewed hunger as he ripped his shirt over his head and tossed it to the side.
Then he crushed my lips with his once again, and pushed me back until his hips fit perfectly into the cradle of mine. His tongue destroyed my mouth like a predator ravaging its prey.
An instant later, my tank joined his on the ground, leaving my upper half completely bare. He took in my tits—36D, big, full—in his big hands, and I moaned as he brought his lips to them and sucked.
“Yes,” I groaned involuntarily, winding my fingers into to his graying hair to keep his lips on my skin.
He pulled his cock free from his jeans, and I felt my mouth water at the size of it. Almost seven inches, long and girthy, and was actually gorgeous. I got even wetter at the thought of it inside me. I’d never taken a cock so big. All the guys I’d ever fucked had average dicks, four inches at best.
I slid my shorts down my legs, tossing them onto the floor, and spread my legs wide for him to fit.
“Wider, sweetheart,” he’d said, placing his hands on my inner thigh and pushing them so far apart they burned.
He slowly positioned himself at my entrance, locking eyes with me as he slowly eased himself in.
And goodness, he felt so good filling me up.
“Yes,” I moaned as he sank balls-deep inside me. He pulled back, agonizingly slow, so slow I could feel every hard ridge of his huge cock. Then he thrusted back in, with more force, and I let out a loud moan, nails digging into the bare skin of his shoulders.
My boyfriend’s dad, slowly fucking me on the living room couch where anyone could walk in and catch us. I didn’t give two shits because this was the best fuck of my life and we had barely started.
He sped up, pounding into my pussy right there on the couch.
I could feel myself creeping closer and closer to the edge, my desperate moans growing loader and my body winding tighter and tighter.
When I finally tipped off the edge, it was the best orgasm I ever had. I felt like I was floating on clouds, and it lasted on and on. The thing is, he wasn’t done yet. He only pounded into me with more vigor, flipping me over so I was on my hands and knees on the sofa.
“Oh yes, God yes.” I moaned. “Fuck me just like that, daddy.”
“Say it again,” he demanded, voice firm.
“I want you to fill me up, daddy. Breed me like the fucking slut I am.”
A lot of the guys I’d fucked have always been uncomfortable with degrading, which is why I’d never hooked up with the same guys twice. But I guess older men are more mature, because James loved it.
“Fuck yes,” he growled, fingers winding into my hair, yanking my head back. I could hear it in his tone—he was close.
His name slipped from my lips as I came again, this time with him. Hot jets of cum spilled inside me, seemingly never ending, filling my womb with a warm, sticky sensation. I felt it dripping down my thighs, onto the sofa.
When he finally pulled out, I collapsed with a content sigh. I felt him lean back, maybe regretting what we just did.
But strangely, I didn’t.
I laid there for a couple more moments, gathering myself. Then, knowing it would turn him on, I sat up, dropped a kiss on his lips like it was normal, snatched up my clothes and disappeared up the stairs without another look.
When my boyfriend came home an hour later, he walked into our bedroom grinning from ear-to-ear. I was sitting on my bed, reading my book as if nothing happened, and he leaned over and kissed me on the lips.
His father’s cum was still inside me.
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