I’m not much of a people person, but having friends does have some benefits.
A friend of mine from way back in high school was in town after dropping his daughter, Amy, off at a local university for her freshman year. His wife had taken his daughter and all her stuff in their SUV, but there was no room for him so he followed up in his little convertible coupe he wanted to show off to me.
I remembered Amy pretty well from the last time I visited him because she showed up to dinner in a very distracting outfit. I never had been so aware of where my eyes were looking in my life for entire that meal. I could be wrong, but it seemed her parents were almost amused by attempts to completely ignore Amy.
So when Joe called me to ask if I wanted to check out his car, I was relieved to hear that his daughter had already been dropped off and was settling in with Mom’s help. He pulled up about fifteen minutes later in a 2014 Porsche Boxster with the top already down so we could enjoy the late August weather.
We caught up briefly and marveled over the speed of time. Then we hopped in the car to take a short drive. Joe and I went to school not too far away, so he was already familiar with some of the beautiful backroads that run through the hilly countryside. Even though I drove on these roads regularly, experiencing them in a German sports car with no roof was an entirely different context.
Then his phone rang. Amy needed a ride to pick up her new iPad from the local electronics chain they ordered from. His wife had already gone back to the hotel and wasn’t feeling well. Joe turned to me and asked if I minded tagging along. We were much closer to her school than my house at this point, so I didn’t even really think about the situation before agreeing.
As we pulled up in front of her dorm, the problem immediately presented itself in the form of a cute 18-year old brunette with a ponytail in very short shorts and a t-shirt with the little knot tied in the front.
“Hey Dad! And Mr. Ellis–this is a surprise!”
I gave a disinterested response and then I realized there was nowhere for Amy to sit–the car had no backseat. I started to get out and Joe grabbed me. “No need to do that–it’s not that far away. You’re not driving this baby, but Amy can just sit in your lap. We’ll just buckle her in over you. She’s really small–you’ll be fine.”
I was completely floored. All I could get out was an “Uhhhhh…” before Amy had opened the door. I released the seat belt and she smiled at me before she plopped down into my lap, her tight little ass nestled exactly where I didn’t want it. She pushed down into me a little as she pulled the seat belt over her body and fastened it with a click that indicated I was about to be in a world of trouble.
Joe smiled at us. “There–you two look comfortable, right?” Amy nodded, her ponytail tickling my nose. “Yes, Dad–we’re good.”
He accelerated and it seemed Amy pushed into my crotch a little harder than was necessary.
We attempted some small talk, but I was so busy concentrating on not getting hard from this pretty teenager sitting in my lap that I didn’t say much. Things were going okay until a car cut us off and Joe had to break hard. I felt Amy moving forward and I instinctively reached up to grab her. As soon as I felt her petite body in my arms and her little hands bracing against my muscular forearms, my erection could no longer be contained.
I heard a little sigh/moan mix emanate from her lips. “Thanks, Mr. Ellis. I thought I was going to take off, but you kept me safe.” Then she wiggled her hips a little against my hard cock. “I really appreciate it.”
As I adjusted myself back into the seat, I was pushing my cock into her before I realized it. Amy lowered her hand against the car door and began rubbing my leg out of view of her father. Then she scooted a little bit forward and then back, aligning my cock so it was perfectly nestled between her small but round ass cheeks.
This new configuration was even more torturous as any movement from the car resulted in my cock being jostled in between Amy’s tight teen ass. I tried not to think about what kind of panties (if any!) separated her shorts from her undoubtedly shaved pussy.
Joe’s phone buzzed and Amy grabbed it. “Um, Dad–we need to make another stop. Mom needs some migraine medicine and there’s a drug store up here on the left.”
Joe grunted, clearly annoyed that his wife hadn’t remembered to pack her pills, but then nodded. “Sure–whatever the queen requires…”
We pulled into the parking lot and I waited for Amy to get up, but she stayed put. “I’m just going to stay here with Mr. Ellis since this should just take a second. I’ve been on my feet all day.” Joe gave a little puzzled look, but walked into the store.
As soon as he was out of view, Amy reached between her legs and felt my length of my shaft with her small hand. “You better come visit me sometime with this big dick, sir. I’ve not been with a boy since prom and I don’t want another one until you put it in me.” She took my hand and guided it into her shorts. I felt the lace tops of some very small panties before she continued pushing me to the expanding wet spot between her thin thighs. “Do you feel how much I want you, Mr. Ellis? Just rub me through my panties for a sec.”
I complied and was greeted by an impossibly tight slit. I dug in until I found her clit and swirled my fabric covered finger tips against it. As I pushed into her, my cock went further between her ass cheeks and I was probably rubbing against her asshole now. She moaned, louder this time. My finger began to feel wetter and she squeezed my arm. “That’s probably enough for now, sir. I’d have trouble being good if we went much further right now.”
I pulled my hand out of shorts and she turned to watch me. She wanted to see how much I wanted that tight teen cunt. I put my fingers in my mouth and savored the muted flavors of Amy they had collected. She started rocking her hips back and forth as she stared at me cleaning off my fingers. “When is the last time a woman made you cum in your pants, sir?”
Laughing, I told her it was probably when I was her age. She leaned back and whispered into my ear, lips touching it, “You’re going to need to reset that counter, Daddy.” With that, she began bouncing on my cock as she started rubbing the head through my pants. I was halfway there before we started, so between her motions and little high pitched squeals it did not take long before I was on edge.
“Mr. Ellis, I’m going to rub my pussy like a little slut over and over again while I think about this. And then what you’re going to do later.” She pushed her hips down into me hard and I noticed the car was shaking now. “Oh my god,” I grunted as I looked up to the sky. “Mmmm…give me that old man cum. Give it to your babygirl.”
I ran my hands up her shirt to feel those firm teen tits one time and ran my fingertips over her nipples. She grabbed my left hand and put my middle finger in her mouth and began to suck it. That was enough. Suddenly, I felt my boxer briefs cling to my warm wetness as I spurted over and over into my clothes.
Amy stopped moving and savored the moment. “I can’t believe you, sir. Such a dirty pervert cumming from a girl over half your age being in your lap.” She lightly slapped my face and then reached down to feel the growing wetness that appeared around the outline of the tip of my cock.
She squeezed me one last time and then quickly straightened up. She waved. “Hey dad–did they have what she needed?” She rocked her hips forward once more to get in our original position. My cum stained pants were concealed for now by her little ass.
I sat there with so many emotions. I was incredibly turned on by this little tease, but I felt guilty about lusting after my old friend’s daughter. That only lasted for a brief moment as I remembered her demands that we take things further later. My cock even began to harden a bit again thinking about how tight and wet her pussy felt. I pushed that down again as I realized my predicament.
How in the world was I going to hide that Joe’s daughter made me shoot a massive load of cum in my pants?
I decided to let that go for now and enjoy the few remaining minutes of blissful euphoria from the hardest I’ve cum in years and the tight little bundle of horniness sitting in my lap, stroking my arm against the car door. I smiled as I felt her draw a heart on my forearm with her fingernail.
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