Page 25 of Falling for My Son's Best Friend

“Just like that, baby girl,” he rasped again, grabbing a pillow and stuffing it under my hips so that I had some support, knees still high up against my chest. “Just like that because Daddy’s gonna take your ass now.”

And I threw my head back, moaning as he lined himself up at my anal hole, probing, stroking, coaxing the pucker to open with his dick tip, rubbing it sensuously around my sensitive pleats.

“Come on, relax, baby girl, take a deep breath and let Daddy fuck you,” he ground out hoarsely, pressing slightly, increasing the pressure as I moaned throatily, eyes squeezed shut, trying to stay loose. “Relax that ring, give it to me baby.”

I moaned again, the pressure so intense, I’d never completely get used to it. But concentrating hard, letting myself do nothing but feel, I relaxed my butt, and with a slight pop, his dicktip squeezed in, moving between my creamy white orbs, my butt cheeks big and fleshy.

“That’s right, little girl,” he ground out, “Let it go, let Daddy take your bottom hole,” he encouraged.

So taking another deep breath, summoning my reserves, I forced myself to relax once more, to let go, to allow the penetration. And sure enough, his penis slid up another few inches, the penetration so arousing, so powerful, although we were still far from done.

“That’s it, honey,” he rasped. “Just a little more and Daddy will be in all the way, just a little more.”

And this time, I decided to go one further. Letting go of my knees, I reached down, my hands lightly gliding over my curves until I had one hand under each of my hips. And worming my hands under my ass, slowly I pulled apart my butt cheeks to help him get in deeper, to give everything to my lover.

“Take me,” I whispered hotly, meeting his eyes, our gazes locked as he pressed deeper into my anus. “Take me, I’m yours.”

And with that, his cock slid in all the way, every thick inch spreading me wide, penetrating my ass so good, so huge, making me scream and squeal, breathe heavily as I was anally breached.

“Oh yes, oh yes,” I moaned, eyes falling closed, squirming a bit, unable to help myself, the tight fit so unbelievable. “Yes,” I moaned again.

Trent began to move slightly then, rocking his hips, pulling his dick in and out.

“That’s my little butt slut,” he rasped, his dick so hard, like iron in my back channel. “Let the little butt slut inside take over.”

I creamed wetly then, my pussy gushing, a small trickle of liquid streaming from my hole, dripping down to coat his penis as it ran in and out of my body. I pulled my ass cheeks even wider, welcoming him, giving everything to him, and oh god, Trent’s dick got even harder as we watched our bodies coming together, that hard, hot pole sliding in and out between my creamy ass cheeks, my butt so fucked.

“Ahhh fuck, baby, fuck fuck fuck,” he ground out, shoulders and abs tense, unbelievably aroused, a small gush of semen creaming into me, lubing my anal hole as we did the dirty dance. “Aww fuck.”

And I tensed, about to come, the sensations so overwhelming, my cunt tingling like mad as my bottom contracted slightly, unable to stop the surge.

But Trent wanted to control it, he wanted to make sure this happened at his pace, everything according to plan. So he stopped for a moment, all movement ceasing.

“Tre-Trent?” I shuddered, pronouncing his name on a slight whimper, eyes flying open as I questioned him. “Trent?”

And he chuckled deeply, reaching for the dildo on the bed side table. Internally, I groaned. Oh right, we were supposed to be practicing for the real thing, so that I could come when the time was right, putting another man’s seed into my body. I didn’t want to do it right now, I just wanted to continue our anal fucking, I didn’t want him to pull out and stick the rubber dildo into my pussy, the way it was supposed to be done.

But Trent read my mind and grinned at me lasciviously.

“Who said I was going to pull out?” he rumbled deep in his chest.

My eyes flew open at that. He wasn’t pulling out? What the? Wait, what the? I gasped, body shuddering reflexively, unable to process the implications.

Trent just grinned again.

“That’s right, honey, you’re about to be DP’d,” he grunted. “Me, and our friend here, we’re gonna do the job.”

I moaned lustily then, eyes fluttering closed, ass still skewered on his pole. Because I couldn’t. I’ve never done double penetration before, never imagined that it would be me, mild little Marie, wallflower extraordinaire, taking two appendages into my body, stuffed absolutely full. But so many things had happened in this past week, and Trent had been an amazing tutor, opening worlds of sensation, showing me colors that I didn’t even know existed. Heck, I’d never even really liked anal until he taught me to love cock in my back end, and that was something I never thought would happen. So I nodded dumbly and accepted, my pussy gushing in anticipation despite the fact that I wasn’t sure exactly how it’d happen. But Trent was the master and merely ran a finger through my slit, testing the engorged folds, dipping into my nectar.

“Oh yeah, my baby girl is still wet,” he said, stopping to pinch my clit for a moment, rub the base of my nub, “but Daddy’s gonna make you sop, make you cream.”

And with that, he began a rhythm on my clit, up and down up and down, the steady stroke feeling so good, the juice pouring from between my legs like a waterfall, a hose that I couldn’t turn off.

“That’s it baby girl,” he encouraged, eyes on the dirty sight, penis embedded in my butt with my slit open, wet for him. “That’s it, cream hard, baby girl.”

And just like that, I did. The first orgasm crested, going high, higher, until it broke over my body, my cunt releasing in small spasms, the tremors shaking me, boobs bouncing as I cried out.

“Daddy!” I panted. “Oh!”

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