Page 11 of Staying Home with Dad's Best Friend
I gasp as I see the full length of his beautiful manhood. It’s slightly purple, and it has veins running through its shaft. I put my hand on it gingerly, and it twitches.
“Harder,” he commands.
I grip it firmly, and move my hand up and down, liking the novel sensation of rubbing a layer of slick skin over a thick bone. Frank groans. “Faster.”
I speed up immediately, squeezing him hard while pumping vigorously up and down. Soon my hand feels sore and I slow down. “Don’t fucking stop,” he growls.
I switch to my left hand first, and then both hands, watching his balls inflate and his shaft thickens. I peek up at him from time to time, to see how much he enjoys it.
This is my first hand job, and it isn’t as easy as I thought, but I like it because I’m in control. I’m the captain at the moment. I deliberately slow down a bit, just to see the frustration on his face.
When he urges me to go on, I let go of his dick, rest my chin on his lap, and lift my eyebrows at him.
“You little wicked girl,” he mutters between his teeth and grips his hard on.
“No!” I hold his hand and pry his fingers open.
When he won’t let go, I put my mouth on his crown and suck it hard.
“Fuck!” He groans and loosens his grasp.
I sink my mouth down as soon as his hand moves away. My lips stretch to accommodate his thick, pulsing flesh. My jaw clicks but I don’t mind. The bulbous head rubs against the inside of my mouth and my tongue. It tastes salty and sweet. I bob my head up and down, but mostly Frank thrusts into me, making it easy.
It’s my first blow job as well and I love it. My saliva coats him thoroughly and I’m slobbering.
“I’m going to explode in your mouth soon,” Frank groans as he slides down the seat and keeps fucking my mouth. His hands cup my face, pulling me to him as he thrusts, using me like a pleasure toy.
Suddenly we hear the sound of a motor coming our way.
“Holy shit!” Frank stills for a moment, and then he grabs the blanket I dropped on the floor earlier.
He covers me with the blanket and presses my head down. “Don’t move,” he says.
The sound of motor gets louder and I hear a man’s voice speaking, “Hey buddy, seen any salmon around here?”
“No,” Frank answers. “Only beavers.”
A woman laughs. “It’s so cute! Move closer, Sam. I want to take a picture!”
From what I can hear, the boat stops right next to ours.
Damn. It looks like they won’t be moving away soon. I still have Frank’s wood in my mouth, and it’s sagging a bit. No! I can’t let my effort turn to waste. I’ve got to do something!
I move discreetly and slowly. Frank’s cock jolts right away and returns to its full length. “Stop it,” he hisses and pushes my head over the blanket.
I grip onto his thighs and continue with my clandestine blow job. I scratch his balls, too. Frank groans softly, but instead of pushing me away, he pushes my head down this time.
“Ohmygod!” the woman squeals. “It’s got a wood between its teeth!”
This inspires me. I scrape my teeth on Frank’s shaft, and it pulses.
His breath catches as his hips tighten. I focus on his tip and suck it hard, my hands squeezing his base. His dick throbs violently and shoots a hot jet of cream into my mouth.
“Fuck!” He whispers as he grabs my shoulders tightly and empties into me.
I swallow greedily. This is the first time I’ve ever tasted a man’s juice. I heard it was nutritious but didn’t expect it to be so tasty as well.
“Okay, we’ve got to get going. Sorry to interrupt your meditation!” the man says to Frank before they continue upstream.
