14, and My Best Friend's Dad

Category: Female-Male (FM)
Submitted by: Anna Age: 28, then 14 Gender: Female

This event shaped my tastes in sex more than any other...

When I was 14, my best friend was a girl called Emma. We hadn't been friends for long, but we clicked in a way that only teenage girls can. One Friday after school, I was sleeping over at her house. Every Friday and Saturday night, we used to go to an ice-skating rink, and I met my first boyfriend there.

That night, we were in her room talking about my boyfriend. He and I always used to go into an alcove and kiss. I remember we used to take it turns to be the one pushed up against the wall. That night, it had been my turn, and it was the first time he'd put his hand between my legs. I so clearly remember feeling myself tingle when his hand passed over me. He didn't put his fingers inside, but it was enough to turn me on.

I was explaining all this to Emma, but I didn't mention how turned on I'd got, because I knew I wanted to masturbate when she fell asleep and kinda wanted her to get on with it. She finally fell asleep at about 1am, and I waited till about 1.30 so I knew she was definitely sleeping. By then I was so horny it felt like an itch, and when I reached between my legs, my knickers were already sticky.

I didn't really understand how my body worked back then, but I did know that taking it slow made me cum hardest, so I rubbed myself with the palm of my hand over my underwear, until they were sopping and I could feel my clit getting hard. I pushed my middle finger in, but over the material, so I could only get it in about an inch. I had just pulled my knickers to one side, when I heard a moan from the doorway. I absolutely froze, and I could have DIED.

The door had been open a crack, and I was positioned under the window, so the light from outside meant what I was doing was visible from the landing. I quickly started to re-arrange myself, but Emma's dad---who I think was about 30---stepped into the room and whispered to me to carry on. I seriously had no intention of doing that, but then he started gently rubbing his cock over his jeans, and I could see how hard he was, and he was breathing heavily and it was like he'd sent a bolt straight to my cunt.

I pulled my knickers to one side again and started rubbing my clit very gently. He stayed outside of his jeans, but he was now starting to grip his cock instead of just rubbing it generally. I started running one finger along my slit, between my lips, and he whispered "Lift your legs... I wanna see it..." so I did, and the feeling changed completely. My hole was right there, dripping and aching, and with my legs lifted, I felt like I was spread open so much more, and I couldn't not push my finger inside.

Have always had a tight cunt, but back then, one finger stretched me as wide as I thought I could go. But I was so wet, and even thought I was going slow I could hear my cunt squelching. I was so worried it'd wake Emma up but I was also getting to the point where I didn't really care any more because I could feel myself wanting to cum. I looked at Emma's dad, and he'd put his hand inside his jeans, and he was just staring at my finger in my cunt. To this day, no man has matched that look.

He walked over, and as he was still standing, and still rubbing his cock with one hand, he reached down and started rubbing my clit, very slowly. I actually really wanted him to push HIS finger up my cunt, cos his fingers were so much bigger than mine, but he just kept circling my clit while I pushed my middle finger in and out of my cunt.

I started moaning, I think, cos I remember him saying "Shhh...", and after about a minute, I could feel my orgasm beginning to come and I know I started bucking my hips. He'd still been looking at my cunt, but sort of from the side, so he moved a bit so he could see it properly and he said "Fuck, I want your little cunt" and that one sentence made me cum all over our hands.

As I was coming, he was still rubbing his cock inside his trousers, and I really wanted him to cum but instead, he kissed me on the forehead, said good night and left the room.

In the morning at breakfast, he didn't acknowledge anything had happened, so I didn't either but I never ever forgot it. I still wonder if his wife saw the benefits of his being so turned on, and I still remember back to it sometimes when I masturbate. Which is what I'm going to do as soon as I've pressed Enter.

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