I lay on the couch, my legs spread wide, my swollen, slick pussy exposed to my boyfriend's dad. His stubbled jaw glistened with my arousal, a reminder of the pleasure his skilled tongue had given me just moments before.

My body quivered with the desire to feel his tongue between my folds again. I'd never had an orgasm from oral sex alone, but something about David's dad's skilled tongue made me believe he could pull it off. Guilt gnawed at the back of my mind, but the tingling excitement in my core drowned it out as he ogled at the glistening, pink flesh between my legs.

His hand slipped between my parted thighs, fingers sliding effortlessly into my slippery warmth, coating them with my nectar. He spread it around all over my labia, my need intensifying with each stroke.

His fingertips brushed against my sensitive button, coaxing it to swell and pulse with urgent want. As he circled and teased my tender bundle of nerves, I let out a soft gasp, driven insane with desire.

With a smoldering gaze fixated on me, he seemed determined to explore every aspect of pleasure etched on my face. His fingers, drenched in my insatiable lust, sank into my soaking wet pussy. I moaned as he stretched and filled me, his three fingers plunging deep, teasing every inch of my sensitive flesh with relentless, probing strokes.

Then, his fingers found that elusive sweet spot, a spot I'd only read about in erotic novels. He applied gentle pressure, and my back arched off the couch, my fingers clawing at the cushions as raw, electric heat surged through me.

My breath broke into uneven gasps, my pussy gripping him tightly as my body shook uncontrollably. The weight of guilt crumbled, transforming into an untamed inferno that roared through me, devouring everything in its path—shame, reason, and even the echoes of doubt. All that remained was an ache so intense that it consumed every fiber of my being, leaving only the exquisite torment of pleasure he unleashed.

Wow. Just wow. It was like nothing I'd ever felt before.

With firm pressure, he massaged that hidden gem, and a current of pleasure trembled through me, making me gasp, moan, and whimper helplessly under his touch. His tongue darted out and flicked against my clitoris as his wet mouth wrapped around my sensitive bud, sucking and teasing. It felt like every cell in my body hummed, warmth and desire pooling in my mound.

He eagerly slurped and sucked, his fingers plunging deep inside me, deliberately hitting that special spot that made my toes curl. My inner walls clenched around his digits as the intense heat between my thighs escalated higher and higher. I couldn't help but gasp for air, my heart racing faster with each circular, firm stroke of his tongue against my sensitive nub.

The room echoed with the sounds of my slippery wetness, and I flushed crimson at how shamelessly uninhibited I was with him. I gnawed on my lower lip, wanting to suppress the desperate moans clawing their way out of my throat, but it was a losing battle. My body was defiantly disobeying me, with every nerve ending buzzing as a wildfire erupted in my sex, annihilating the last fragile threads of restraint and leaving only a raw, primal hunger that consumed me whole.

"Ohhh," I exclaimed, my fingers tangled in his hair like a lifeline as he devoured me mercilessly, my thighs quivering and pressing tightly against his cheeks, anchoring him there.

My sweet juices were gushing out of me, and he greedily swallowed every drop, his thirst for me unquenchable. Just when I thought I had reached my limit, he pushed me over the edge into an abyss of blinding pleasure. Waves of ecstasy shook my body as the most powerful orgasm I'd ever had throbbed through me, making me instantly addicted to him.

My cheeks pulsed with the heat of the lingering pleasure as I lay there, spent and breathless.

He looked up at me with a satisfied smile. "You're breathtaking," he whispered, his eyes tracing the rosy hue that orgasm had painted across my cheeks.

I smiled back, warmth cascading through me like a tranquil tide. For the first time, the constant whirlwind of anxiety that usually plagued me was silenced, its howling unable to break through the bubble of pure bliss he had wrapped me in. I felt completely at ease, grateful for the calm he had brought to my chaotic mind. And I wanted to make him feel the same way.

I sat up, and he followed, his fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from my face, tucking it behind my ear.

"What a precious thing," he murmured.

His eyes consumed me, intense and hungry, like a starving man finally facing his feast. A wave of longing washed over me, urging me to give him everything, to satisfy his every craving, to be exactly what he desired.

My hand, trembling with anticipation, reached out and cautiously wrapped around the prominent bulge in his pants. I squeezed gently and felt his cock jump in response. His breath hitched as he waited to see what I would do next.

I hesitated, feeling insecure. He was experienced, and I was still figuring things out, unsure if I could meet his expectations. But the intensity in his gaze made me want to push past my doubts.

"It's okay, Anna," he breathed, "you don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with."

"But I want to," I whispered. "I just… worry that I won't do it right."

He smiled, taking both of my hands and pressing a gentle kiss to each of them. "Don't worry, sweet girl," he reassured me, "I'll guide you."

He pulled down his pants, revealing his swollen shaft standing tall. The resemblance to his son, David, was unmistakable, as they had the same impressive length and girth.

He leaned back on the couch, his body relaxed as his erection, thick and veined, throbbed with each heartbeat. I was captivated by his cock, glistening with precum, and my mouth watered at the thought of tasting him.

"You can touch it. It won't bite," he chuckled.

My hand moved slowly, my fingers gently curling around his length, feeling the heat and hardness in my hand. As I began to stroke him, I felt the softness of his skin contrasting with the firmness underneath.

"Harder, faster," he murmured.

I obliged, increasing the pace and pressure, my hand moving in a firm, rhythmic motion.

"You're doing amazing," he groaned.

His encouragement emboldened me, so I leaned forward and ran my tongue along the tip of his cock, tasting the salty-sweet, thick fluid. A shudder ran through him, his breath catching in his throat.

My lips parted, wrapping around him, sucking gently at first, my tongue swirling and teasing the sensitive head. As his silky precum flowed more freely, I increased the pace, sucking harder, my lips sliding up and down his shaft, taking him deeper into my warm, wet mouth.

My hand gripped the base of his cock, pumping in time with my mouth. I wanted to show him just how much I craved every inch of him, how much I wanted to please him, so I took him as deep as I could, feeling him hit the back of my throat. My gag reflex kicked in, and I choked, unable to take him further.

"Just breathe," he whispered, his fingers tangling in my hair as he held my head in place.

The tip of his cock brushed against the entrance to my throat, and tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I concentrated on staying calm and not throwing up. Saliva pooled in my mouth, flowing down his shaft. A small puddle pooled at the base of his cock as I gagged and drooled uncontrollably.

I closed my eyes, focusing on my breathing as I relaxed my throat muscles. With each slow inhale and exhale, I felt myself adjusting to his size, gradually easing the discomfort.

"Great job," he groaned as he gently pushed my head down.

His bulbous head penetrated deeper, my tight throat constricting around him. I couldn't breathe as he began to thrust in and out. Tears ran down my cheeks as I fought the urge to gag, trying to take him in as deeply as possible, but I just couldn't handle it anymore.

As I violently gagged and choked, he lifted my head up. Tears streamed down my face as I gasped for air, feeling like a disappointment.

"I'm sorry," I whimpered.

He smiled as he wiped away my tears. "You're doing so well, Anna. Was this your first time trying deep throat?"

I nodded, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"You did amazing," he reassured me. "It takes practice, and you'll get there. But not tonight."

I sighed, dropping my gaze, still a little disheartened by my inability to make him cum. "I want you to enjoy yourself too," I mumbled.

"I am. Now, come here," he said, pulling me onto his lap, and my tears instantly dried up.

All my focus shifted to him as I straddled him, my wetness hovering just above his throbbing cock, begging for it to enter me. I wanted to feel him inside me so badly.

"Anna," he whispered, and I looked at him, my heart pounding in my chest.

He didn't have to say it; I knew what he wanted, and I was more than willing to give it to him. Placing my hands on his shoulders, I lifted my hips, offering myself to him, and he guided his erection between my thighs.

The swollen head of his cock, purple and throbbing, pressed against my dripping slit, eager to find its way inside. My soft folds, swollen with arousal, parted easily, welcoming the invasion. I moaned with contented pleasure as he entered me, his massive girth stretching my tight entrance.

His warm hands gripped my hips, guiding his shaft deeper into my fiery furnace. My walls clenched around his thickness as he pushed further, inch by inch, filling me with a pleasurable burn.

His length disappeared inside me, every vein and ridge of his shaft pressing against my sensitive walls, creating a delicious friction. I could feel his rock-hard cock throbbing in rhythm with my pulsing core.

He stared into my eyes. "Do you like it, Anna? Do you enjoy feeling me inside you?"

"Yes," I breathed out.

"Your pussy feels so good." The way he spoke the word pussy felt so erotic. "I love how wet you are. What do you want, Anna?"

"I…"

I wanted him to take me hard and deep until I can't take any more. To feel him explode inside me, to be filled with his hot, sticky cum. But I couldn't bring myself to say those words out loud, my cheeks flushing a deep burgundy.

I chewed on my lip anxiously, torn between my desire and my shyness. "I...I want you to...um..."

He smiled knowingly. "You want me to cum inside of you?"

I dropped my gaze and nodded, a wave of heat washing over me at his words.

"Look at me, Anna." I obeyed, my gaze locking with his. "I want you to look into my eyes when you cum for me," he continued, his fingers digging into the soft skin of my buttocks.

My pussy clenched around his shaft, a reflexive response to his words. His hands squeezed my buttocks, urging me to move. I began to ride him, rising and falling, feeling his pubic bone rub against my sensitive clitoris with each rocking motion.

Like a good, obedient girl, I forced myself to hold his stare, even though every part of me wanted to look away. The intensity of his stare pierced me, as if he could see straight through me and knew exactly how much of a bad girl I really was underneath it all.

Each thrust increased the pressure within me, a divine ache centered on my pulsating clit. My body begged for release as I pressed my hips frantically against him, the desire growing stronger with each grind against his hardness. I was desperate for the sweet release that seemed just out of reach, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I rode him harder, faster, my breath coming in quick gasps.

"Oh, fuck," he groaned. "Cum, Anna. Let me feel your tight pussy squeeze me. Milk me dry."

I arched my back, surrendering to the pleasure that had built to an unbearable peak. His dirty talk fueled my raging desire, propelling me ever closer to a delirious climax. With the next powerful thrust, I let go, my body convulsing around him, shuddering with ecstasy.

Pleasure exploded within me, a mind-numbing sensation that radiated from my core, tingling and burning as waves of orgasmic bliss washed over me. My eyes rolled back, refusing to stay open. My body trembled violently, and I cried out, my voice hoarse and breaking from the sheer intensity.

He held me tight, his hands gripping my waist possessively as his body tensed and shuddered. His cock pulsated inside me, releasing hot spurts of creamy cum that coated my inner walls with a warmth and thickness that I could feel all the way to my cervix.

My body responded instinctively, my core convulsing and clenching around his member, drawing his seed deeper inside me. I reveled in the sensation of his potent release filling me, my body quivering with pleasure as our essences mixed together.

"Fuck, that was intense," he groaned, his breath ragged against my ear.

I turned my head to meet his gaze, a small smile tugging at my lips. His hand came up, his fingers brushing softly against my cheek.

"You're so pretty when you blush like this," he said.

My smile faltered for a second. How I wished his son, David, treated me like this. David! The name slammed into my chest like a punch, yanking me back to reality. I exhaled sharply, the guilt already clawing at the edges of my mind.

"I should go back to bed before David notices I'm gone," I said, my voice tight.

"Yes," he replied, his eyes lingering on me, calm but unreadable.

Rising from his lap,  I felt his semi-erect cock slip out, a trail of our blended juices marking my wobbly thighs. I reached for my dress, my fingers trembling as I struggled to slip it on. He stayed seated, unmoving, his eyes fixed on me, tracing every movement.

Avoiding his eyes, I smoothed down my dress, an awkwardness settling over me as I turned to leave. Before I could take a step, his hand shot out, catching mine and forcing me to pause and look back at him. He lifted my hand and pressed a kiss to my palm.

"You should never let anyone make you feel like you're not enough," he said softly, releasing my hand. "Especially not my son."

I swallowed hard, unsure whether to be grateful or ashamed, before turning and walking away without saying anything.

I slipped back into the bedroom, my chest tight as I shut the door behind me. David lay sound asleep, oblivious.

I quickly undressed and slid under the covers beside him. The sheets were cold, in stark contrast to the lingering heat of the encounter with his father. As I closed my eyes, his father's words echoed in my mind.

Epilogue

A few days later, David wanted to talk. Sitting in his car, I braced myself, heart pounding. I was sure he'd found out about me and his dad.

"This isn't working out," he said bluntly, his hands gripping the wheel. "Every time we go out, all you want to do is have sex."

I couldn't argue with that, so I stayed silent, biting the inside of my cheek. David wasn't as good as his dad, but sex was still new to me, and I wanted to take advantage of every chance I got.

"It's over. I'm seeing someone else, and it's getting serious," he added, and my jaw dropped. Knowing my temper, he quickly followed up. "Please don't take it out on the car."

"Goodbye," I snapped, slamming the door hard as I got out. He always loved that car more than he ever loved me.

I should've felt something—anger, sadness, guilt—but all I felt was relief. The only thing I regretted was not getting his dad's number.

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