Page 19 of Falling for My Dad's Best Friend

CHAPTER EIGHT

Rob

Shit, I’m a dirty motherfucker. Because after the call with Mandy’s parents, after Linda and Ray announced that they wouldn’t be arriving until the next morning, I sprang into action. I had just shy of twenty hours with my baby, twenty hours to feel that tight twat, to test out that sweet pussy, and shit I wasn’t wasting a moment of it.

“Honey,” I ground out, voice deep. “You ready for a shower?”

Mandy flushed. The girl was still completely nude and doused in my cum, some parts beginning to dry and flake, some still wet and seeping from her secret places. But instead of leaping into action, the little girl shook her head slowly, crossing her legs shyly.

“Mr. Parker,” she began, “I don’t want to shower.”

I looked at her hard. What the fuck? I thought all women liked to get clean, they were always in the bathroom for ages doing god knows what. So WTF was this?

But the brunette shook her head again, clarifying.

“Mr. Parker,” she said, clearing her throat. “I don’t want to shower because I love having your cum on me,” she murmured shyly, voice trailing off to a whisper. “It’s so dirty and I love feeling it on my skin, the smell turns me on.”

And I rumbled deep in my chest, eyes lighting with fire, dick jerking. Because of course. This was my dirty baby, and dirty babies like to go around with Daddy’s jism all over them, stuck in their hair, fingers goopy with semen, tight twats dripping with the stuff. But I had the perfect solution.

“Honey,” I ground out. “I was gonna send you upstairs to shower by yourself, but why don’t we meet in the middle? Why don’t I shower with you, and Daddy will give you more of the good stuff? Would you like that? Would you like Daddy’s batter in your pussy this time, is that a good compromise?”

And Mandy’s eyes sparkled then, chin nodding, breasts bobbing with pleasure.

“Yes Daddy,” she sang, a little breathy. “Yes I’d like that.” And before I could stop her, the curvy female rushed up the stairs, ass jiggling. “Last one in the water is a rotten egg!” she cried out, voice trailing behind her, a sweet song.

And I had to laugh. Because this was so goddamn wrong, fucking a teen virgin who was my best friend’s daughter. But part of what made it so good was exactly that. Mandy was still young, cute phrases like “rotten egg” and “see ya later alligator” ran off her lips like water, and in some ways she was still Mandy Candy Dandy, more innocent baby than dirty whore. But oh yeah, she was a dirty one. Drinking my come, telling me she wanted it all over herself, kneeling by my knees to let me fuck her titties? Shit, it was straight out of a porno and I loved it. I loved the mix of naïve and mature, innocent and knowing, the siren and the naïf, all rolled into a single package. I loved the fact that the brunette had so much to offer, and yet was still untouched. Mandy was fucking perfect and I couldn’t wait to explore, to part those creamy thighs and finally make her mine.

Because the time had come. We didn’t have forever to explore, suddenly there was a countdown clock and shit, the seconds were already ticking. So shaking my head, I took the stairs two at a time, cock stiff, ready to do some real pummeling this time. My sweet girl was waiting for me, slick and wet, and it was time for some deep penetration.

But never underestimate a nubile teen with wily ways. Because when I got to the bathroom, I almost jizzed right then. Sure, I knew she’d be showering, I knew she had a head start on me, but I never figured I’d see Venus come to life. Because Mandy had left the door slightly open, and shit, but she was washing her pussy. Who washes their pussy first? Don’t you do hair, face, torso, and save the good stuff for last? I’ve always gone top to bottom, but no, Mandy was a different story. The brunette had one leg propped on the seat in the stall, baring that sweet cunt, hot lips open and puffy, her fingers trailing lightly through her crevice. And oh shit, but she was dripping. I could literally see beads of pussy juice coagulating at her hole before sliding hotly down her ass.

“Hi Daddy,” she cooed as I stepped into the bathroom. “It’s hot in here, huh?”

Hot? More like sweltering. Mandy was blasting the water and clouds of steam poured out, rolling in waves to assault the senses.

“Honey,” I ground out. “You trying to turn this place into a sauna? You want Daddy to pass out? Let’s go easy on the hot water.”

And with a giggle Mandy reached behind her and cranked the hot water knob with a creak.

“There you go, Daddy,” she giggled once again. “I like my showers hot and bubbly though. I like everything hot and bubbly,” she hinted, winking at me.

And groaning again, I practically lost my shit because this was exactly what I was talking about, the high and low mixed together. Mandy was so innocent and nubile, that pussy had no hair on it, bare like a baby, sweet and untouched. But the Jezebel was no baby. This was a dirty slut who’d just told me she craved sperm, she wanted a huge dose of hot and bubbly straight from the source, the sooner the better. And no, my girl’s not patient either.

“Come on Daddy,” she beckoned throatily, one small arm reaching out to open the stall door. “Come in and help me wash my pussy?”

And I was in there in a flash, huge form taking up most of the small space, shoulders practically touching each side of the stall. Shit, they make these things small and I felt like even my dick reached from one side of the cube to another, it was so cramped. But instead of melting with desire, that little cunt juicing more, Mandy stood stock still, staring at my cock, brown eyes wide.

“What is it baby?” I ground out, gaze intense on that curvy form. Shit, she was so curvy and delectable, I could barely breathe, my fuckrod was ready to punch through metal, it was so hard.

But Mandy stuttered, small hand flying to her mouth.

“Oh!” she panted, mouth opening, eyes dazed. “Oh, it’s you! I mean, I knew it’d be you, Mr. Parker, but oh god,” her voice trailed off.

And I realized what had happened. Because this was the first time she was seeing me naked, nothing on my huge male form, and fuck, but I was in great shape, enough to make her stop and stare. I work out like a mofo and even at forty-five, I’ve got the body of a professional athlete. My shoulders are broad, chest wide and deep, with huge thighs like tree trunks. And oh yeah, my cock. Ten inches aroused, I was thick with desire, as wide around as her wrist, and even though she’d just been sucking it, Mandy gasped again.

“Oh god,” she murmured. “Oh god,” she sighed with appreciation.

I rumbled then, chuckling deeply in my chest.

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