Where it happened: Boyfriend's house
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
My boyfriend David lived with his Dad, who was divorced from David’s Mother. They had been married at an early age — twenty — and David had been born shortly after their marriage. David and I had been having sex ever since we were juniors in high school, and I believe his Dad knew about it. In fact, David had told me that his Dad was the one who told him to always wear a condom if he decided to have sex.
After high school, David went off to Michigan State University in East Lansing, and I stayed in Midland and attended Saginaw Valley State University.
Over Christmas break in December, 2006, David told me he would be home for about a week, and wanted to get together. It had been several months since we had seen each other and he called me and told me that he “needed” my body badly, and that the first thing her wanted to do when he saw me again was to “fuck your brains out.”
On the day that David was supposed to come home, I went over to his house, but when I arrived, he was not there. His Dad, Doug, was there, however and told me that David had phoned and said that he’d missed his ride and would be a couple hours late.He invited me to stay.He took my coat and hung it in the closet and asked me to come into the family room, in the back of the house.
I had dressed “specially” for David, that day, with a fairly short skirt and form-fitting sweater, which did nothing to conceal my good sized breasts, and I noticed that Doug looked at me rather admiringly when he saw me. In fact he complimented me on how nice I looked, and how David would be glad to see me.
This was really the first time I had had the opportunity to spend some time with Doug and get to know him a little better, and there in the family room we talked and talked about a lot of things. Doug was a very attractive guy, 39 years old,and a lawyer by profession. A very smooth talker and good conversationalist. As we sat opposite each other in two separate chairs, I did notice that, very gradually, Doug’s pants began to fill out in front, and I could tell that he was obviously turned on by me.He had a very obvious raging hard-on.
After awhile he invited me to have a drink with him, and so we both had a beer together, and then a second. When he brought me the second beer,however, he sort of leaned over to me, brushed my hair back, and whispered in my ear — “God, Traci, you are one beautiful girl!” And then he kissed me lightly on the cheek. I noticed that he had very nice cologne or after-shave on, and on the spur of the moment, I kissed him back — on the lips. I must have been crazy to do this, but before I knew it, we were in each other’s arms, and he was pressing his erect manhood into the front of my skirt– firmly, and french-kissing me furiously, mouth to mouth, and then putting his tongue in my ear, and then kissing my neck, while he rubbed to front of my breasts.
The next thing I knew, we were in his bedroom and he was removing my sweater and skirt and then my bra and panties, and I was unbuckling his pants and taking them off along with his shirt, until he stood there in just his jockey shorts, which he proceeded to take off himself — revealing the most beautiful, erect, hard penis I’d ever seen. We were soon on his bed, and he was giving me all sorts of foreplay. He was an absolute expert in everything he did, from his kissing and licking of my nipples and abdomen and stomach and vagina to his deft fingering of my clitoris. As many times as I’d had sex with David, I’d never experienced anything like this in my life!
After about a half hour of this wonderful fondling on his part, he asked me if I was on the pill, and I told him I was, and so he then proceeded to enter me with his shaft of love and he fucked me with more energy than I had ever imagined anyone had.This beautiful piece of flesh entered and re-entered with great rapidity until I screamed, “Doug, this is so great! Keep it in me! Go deeper, deeper!” And he tried to oblige. He kept it up with such intensity that I just kept repeating, “Doug, I love it, I love it, I LOVE IT!” He told me, too, how great it was to be inside me, as he spurted and spurted his sperm like a repeating rifle. His supply of love potion seemed inexhaustible
I was completely exhausted, and so was he, when he finally laid down beside me, and then rolled over and just held me as close as possible. We rested for maybe a half hour or so, while he told me how great our sex had been, and that he hadn’t had a woman for several months. He complimented me on having a great body, and remarked how nice and tight my vagina was and said that in the last 20 or more years, it was the finest FUCK he’d ever had. And I told him that for a guy nearly 40 years old, he was in his absolute prime.
I had enjoyed his being in me so much that I decided I wanted him again, and so I began to kiss his penis back into another rock-hard erection, and then lowered myself onto it, riding him like a cowgirl until he came in me several more times. Never before had I had such intense orgasms. They were simply indescribable — impossible to put into words.
Both Doug and I were so involved with each other that neither of us had heard David come in the house, and as we continued our love-making,and as I was screaming, “Doug, Fuck me, Fuck me, Fuck me harder, harder!” in walked David, and said, “What the HELL is going on here?!”
Well, I won’t go into detail as to what happened next, but we both apologized to David, and told him we had gotten carried away, and it wouldn’t happen again, etc,. etc, but needless to say, David did NOT fuck my brains out that night or any night that week he was home. He was very hurt and we did not communicate at all during the next six months.
But, eventually he did come back to me, and when we got together, told me how he finally understood how even his Dad could not resist someone like me, and since his Dad had not had sex in a long time,and I was so beautiful, that it was O.K. After that, we got naked and fucked each other furiously. It was our “Reconciliation Fuck.” I guess he wanted to show me that he was as good as his Dad — and he was — ALMOST!
Doug and I never had sex after that again.He remarried a beautiful girl, several years younger than himself, and as we danced together at his wedding, he asked me to forgive what he had done. I told him there was nothing to forgive, because I was the one who had seduced him, really, and that the experience had been one of the greatest things in my life — and I wished him well in his new marriage.
David and I do Fuck every time we get together — and it’s great. But, I will never, ever forget, the first (and only) time I fucked his Dad that afternoon in Midland, Michigan.
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