“Jesus Aly! You’re so sick!” Her best friend, Molly, flung popcorn at her as she chastised her outside the cafeteria of Kennedy High School.
“What?” Aly scoffed with a sly grin. “I’m just saying that I bet a 40 year old man with a beer belly would be better at pleasing me than any of these cocky young jocks who only care about getting their own dick wet.”
Molly rolled her eyes and then sighed as she gazed longingly at Jacob Miller, quarterback for the KHS patriots. Aly shook her head at her friend’s choice in crush. At this rate, Molly would end up cashing in her V-card for a short-lived, one-sided orgasm that left her nothing but disappointed. Hopefully it at least happened in a bed and not in the back seat of Jacob’s Toyota Corolla.
Aly looked around at the rest of the subpar options at her high school. Sure they had the six-packs and lean bodies of young boys, but she knew that with that came the selfish desires and surface level knowledge of how to please their partner. Aly preferred to fantasize about cornering the next door balding neighbor or her uptight algebra teacher and offer them their wildest dream come true–the chance to pleasure her young, supple, perfectly toned teenage body from dusk till dawn.
Of course, her fantasies had stayed fantasies since her age still had flashing warning signs surrounding it screaming “jailbate!” to any grown man who met her.
But not for long.
“So Aly, what’re we doing to celebrate your adulthood?” Molly woke her from her sexually charged haze.
“Hmmm…” Aly tapped her chin and thought. “I don’t know.”
“Jacob is having a party tomorrow night. We could pretend it’s in honor of your big 1-8! It is the same day after all.”
Ally’s nose scrunched up at wasting time with more inexperienced boys. “What about your parents? They never let you go out.”
Molly grinned. “Mom’s out of town on business, and dad’s planning on drinking his favorite scotch as he watches the fight on pay per view. They won’t even noticed I’m gone!”
Aly smiled to herself at her good luck. “Ok Molly. Deal. As long as I can sleep over after. That way I’ll be able to tell my parents I’m spending the night with you.”
“Deal!”
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The music was blaring so loudly that everyone at the party had to scream to even hold a conversation. Aly tried one more time.
“I said, do you want another drink?” She shouted right into her best friend’s ear.
She could see, more than hear, Molly’s giggled response. The first couple of drinks had been a little more work to get Molly to agree to. After all, it was Aly’s birthday, her friend had tried to insist. She shouldn’t have to be DD. But Aly assured her that she’d felt a little queasy and that she would rather not add alcohol to her upset stomach. Molly bought it hook, line, and sinker.
They went to get one more drink and ran straight into the football team in the middle of taking a celebration shot over their victory last night. (Never mind the fact that they’d already taken like, six victory shots tonight. Never enough victory, right?)
Jacob sauntered up to Molly and sloppily licked his lips as he looked up and down her petite body tucked into some tight, shredded jeans and a tank top that held her tits tightly in place.
“Hey Molly, I have this kick ass video game up in my room I wanted to show–you.” He paused as he noticeably half-belched, half-gagged. Molly didn’t seem to be paying attention as she grinned like a Cheshire Cat and nodded enthusiastically.
Oh no, Molly. You don’t want your first time to end in vomit in your hair after he prematurely cums–or can’t get it up at all due to his alcohol consumption tonight. Aly shook her head and stepped between the two drunken love birds.
“Actually Jacob, I was just saying I wasn’t feel well and wanted to call it a night.” Aly shrugged apologetically, as Molly looked aghast at her friend for interrupting this clear sigh Girne Escort of fate.
Jacob stepped back and–ugh–began to look Aly up and down as though he had not been hitting on her best friend just seconds ago. He bit his lip at her short back skirt and very cropped crop top that left her smooth tan taught torso begging to be touched. Sadly for him, Aly thought to herself, he wouldn’t be getting either of them tonight.
“You know Jacob, Molly was just mentioning how she was hoping for a homecoming date that could really make her night.” That did the trick. Jacob’s eyes lasers back in one the right target, as Molly blushed. “You might just need to chat with her more about that on Monday.”
“Yeah,” Jacob nodded as the two continues to stare at each other. “I’ll hit you up Monday, Molly.”
Her best friend’s alcohol induced hiccup interrupted her giggle, and Aly knew that was their sign to go. They said their quick goodbyes as Aly ushered Molly toward the car. Molly was practically passed out by the time they got back to her house.
Aly helped her friend quietly upstairs to her room, carrying her heels and tucking her in once she flipped down on her bed. Molly was snoring before she had closed the door behind her.
Now it was Aly’s turn to play.
She tiptoed down the stairs to the living room, but it was empty. Then she remembered her friend’s house had a basement, though they rarely went down there. Molly’s dad referenced it as the man cave on more than one occasion.
Aly smiled as she considered Molly’s dad. Mr. Walker was around 43 years old, if she remembered correctly. In the photo albums she had seen, he looked pretty cute as a younger man. She could see why Mrs. Walker had gone for him. He still had that cute smile now, though he had definitely traded in his six pack for a dad bod since then. His once thick, wavy head of hair had begun balding in the last few years (as he jokingly said was due to his daughter becoming a teenager). And while her best friend’s parents were nice enough, they seemed cordial at best toward each other.
This made Aly wonder when the last time may have been that Mr. Walker had experienced a mind-blowing orgasm.
She quietly opened the door to the basement and peeked down to see the back of Mr. Walker’s head as he sat on the couch facing the tv which was just out of view. She tip toed down the old stairs to see the fight still on and Mr. Walker’s glass of scotch in his hand but his head tipped back and his eyes closed.
From just behind the stairs, Aly slid down her skirt and panties, which had to be peeled off of her wet, bare pussy, already anticipating this moment. Then she unhooked and pulled her bra out of her crop top, leaving her nipples to harden as they brushed against the thin material of her tiny t-shirt. She ran her fingers through her long, wavy chestnut hair, and then tip toed over to her best friend’s dad.
Aly gently grabbed his glass of scotch out of his hand, took a sip, and set it on the coffee table. Then she set her left knee beside his thigh and lifted her right knee over his lap to the other side. In this position, her pussy was almost perfectly lined up with his mouth, she realized with a smirk. But before anything else, she leaned over his sleeping face and gently kissed him, slipping her tongue into his mouth. He lazily began to kiss her back, their tongues twirling with the familiar taste of scotch and arousal.
“Mmm..Susan…” he murmured.
“No Mr. Walker, it’s me, Aly, “she whispered in his ear.
“Aly…Aly?” Suddenly his body stiffened as he opened his eyes in surprise and reached out to grab her. Just as she had intended, his hands found her bare thighs and seemed to struggle with the decision of whether to push her away or give in to her soft, warm skin.
“What the fuck Aly?” He whispered harshly with shock and anger in his eyes. “Are you drunk? You need Kıbrıs Escort to go back to bed with Molly.”
“But Mr. Walker, Molly can’t help me.” She pouted as she ran her fingers along the collar of his shirt.
“What…what do you need help with?” Mr. Walker asked while trying to shake the haze of scotch out of his head.
“It’s my birthday, Mr. Walker,” she spoke quietly and slowly.
“Oh? Uh…happy birthday. What uh…what does this have to do…” Mr. Walker stammered still slightly tipsy.
“For my 18th birthday, I want a man to eat my pussy,” she whispered in his ear.
“What? No!” Mr. Walker whispered his refusals, but the stirring in his pants and tightening grip on her thighs wasn’t lost on her in the moment.
“Mr. Walker, my pussy is waxed and wet and waiting for you. No one will know, no one will find us. Molly is asleep in bed two floors up and Mrs. Walker isn’t even here. I just want to know how it feels to have a man’s tongue lick my wet slit, dive deep inside me, take my clit between his lips and suck…”
As she whispered her dirty fantasies in his ear, Aly felt his hands began to knead her thighs as they began to roam upward.
“Aly, you are a child, we can’t…” but she cut him off by sliding her tongue into his mouth for another kiss as she pressed her body against him and moaned. His hands slid further up her thighs until they reached her ass cheeks.
She pulled away from his mouth to gently beg, “please Mr. Walker, feel how wet I am for you. I turned 18 today. It’s ok. We’re two consenting adults.” She pulled his left hand from behind her and guided his fingers to her pussy lips, rubbing them along her seam until they slipped between her lips and felt her wet arousal. She let her head fall back as she moaned, the sound urging him on.
Suddenly he leaned forward and took her hard nipple in his mouth through her top. He began sucking it as he continued to rub her pussy, spreading her wetness all over her sex. She pressed her pussy against him as he touched her with the expertise of a man.
“Aly, fuck…you’re so wet for me.” He slid a finger into her waiting pussy and then rubbed her juices onto her clit.
“Yes, Mr. Walker, please…” she whispered and panted against his ear.
“Baby girl,” he said using the nickname he had called both her and Molly since elementary school. “You’re too young to be letting a man touch you like this.” He groaned as he slid a second finger into her tight pussy.
“Oh Mr. Walker, please don’t stop. Please–keep–going!” She begged as he thrust his fingers in and out of her. He bit her nipple through her shirt and sucked, causing her moan to deepen and his erection to harden.
“Fuck, if this is a dream, it’s the best dream I’ve ever had,” he murmured, and then flipped his daughter’s best friend so she was lying on the couch and spread her legs to gain better access. Then his head dove in and he began to lick her sweet pussy all the way up to her clit. Once he got there, he sucked her clit between his teeth and gently bit down as he flicked the tip with his tongue.
Aly cried out as he did this, bucking her hips against his mouth and begging him for more. He sucked harder as his fingers thrust inside her again. The combination had her pleasure building and building until she couldn’t take it and she cried out as she came all over his face, his five o’clock shadow rubbing against her thighs as he lapped up her sweet nectar like a prize.
Aly laid back in a daze, attempting to catch her breath as she saw stars. Mr. Walker sat up and wiped his face off as he looked down at the teenage girl he had just enjoyed. No man could ever hope to have a fantasy like this one fulfilled, he thought to himself as he stared at her smooth, bare, glistening pussy before him.
“Aly, baby girl. Come here,” he said as he took her hands and lifted her back up into sitting position. “Kiss me Kıbrıs Escort and taste yourself.”
She leaned toward him and their lips met, his tongue sliding into her mouth, letting her taste her own pussy as they kissed. His hands roamed her breasts, groping and kneading and pinching her nipples. His mouth began to travel down her jaw line to her neck.
“That was a perfect birthday present, Mr. Walker,” she mewed as he continued to touch her supple, teenage body.
“Don’t you know your manners, baby girl? If someone gives you a gift you need to show how thankful you are. And–Oh God, Aly, if this is a dream then I’m gonna make it count.” With that, he lifted her up and over him so she was straddling him once more.
“Unbuckle my belt, baby girl.” He commanded gently. She did as she was told, then undid his pants. He lifted his waist a little and instructed her to pull down his pants and boxers. In doing so, she watched his cock spring out, hard and ready.
He moaned as she softly rubbed her hand up and down his shaft.
“That’s right baby girl, I need you to show that you’re grateful. Aly,” he practically moaned her name as he grabbed his own cock and positioned its head at her entrance. “I want to fill you up. I want you to ride me. I want you to make me feel as good as I just made you feel.”
She smiled at him and gently kissed his lips before she began to lower herself on his throbbing cock. As his thickness filled her, she gasped and paused.
“Oh Aly, yes. You’re doing great. Don’t stop.” But she hesitated, so he placed his hand on her shoulder to hold her in place as he began to thrust up the rest of the way in. When he felt a slight barrier, he realized why she had hesitated, but he couldn’t stop himself from thrusting over and over again now, pressing against her hymen but not quite breaking it.
“Aly, baby, fuck you feel so good,” he moaned. Then he thrust one more time, harder and entering her all the way as she cried out. “Oh fuck yeah baby girl, make me feel good. Ride me like a good girl.”
Aly began to ride him as the pain subsided, making way for the pleasure she felt as his cock filled her up and her clit grazed his belly every time she moved.
“Oh yeah,” she panted as she rode his cock. Mr. Walker lifted up her crop top to bare her tits and brought his mouth to them again, sucking and nibbling the soft, sensitive pink buds as he placed his hands on her hips and began to thrust harder.
“Fuck Aly, you’re so tight,” he mumbled against her breasts as they fucked. She moaned and mewed and panted at his every touch, every lick.
“Mr. Walker! I think I’m gonna…I’m gonna cum…” she breathed as he pulled her body against his, wrapped his arms around her back, and began pounding her g-spot as she pressed against him.
“Please Mr. Walker, yes…keep going…oh my…god! I’m…I’m cumming!” She released wave after wave of pleasure as her climax overcame her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and tangled her fingers into his hair as he continued to fuck her hard and deep.
“Fuck Aly, I’m gonna cum, baby girl…I’m gonna cum so deep in your tight little pussy.” He looked into the eyes of his daughter’s best friend, wide and unsure, and knew all at once that this was her first time and he should be the responsible one and pull out. But as he thrust faster into her tiny teenage pussy, instead he groped her tighter, invaded her mouth with his tongue and groaned loudly as he came hard inside her, filling her virgin pussy up with his cum.
He held her body tightly against him until he stopped spurting his cum inside of her. Then they both stilled for a moment. He could feel her labored breathing keeping pace with his own.
“Fuck me,” he mumbled as rationality found its way to his mind again. What had he just done? But as he opened his mouth to speak, his daughter’s best friend gently kissed him on the mouth and then rose up off the couch as his hands fell off of her naked body and back down to his sides.
“Thank you for the perfect birthday present, Mr. Walker,” she said with a smile. Then he watched her as she picked up her discarded clothes and tip toed back up the stairs as the evidence of his having had her dripped down her leg.