I fucked my boyfriends dad the night I turned 18. [MF][Creampie][Risky][Slight DubCon]

My boyfriend and I had been dating for about 3 years at the time, and I had been attracted to his Hot Single Dad but never really thought anything of it.

As my 18th birthday approached, my boyfriend (Gabe) who was a year older than me was planning me a big day out at the beach so we planned for me to stay over with him the night before. I packed my cutest two piece and all my favorite beach tings and headed over to his house at around 6 pm.

His dad, lets call him John, had been single for a long while. My boyfriends mom did the ole “going to go buy cigarettes” and never came back deal so his dad just dedicated his time to his son and his work. Respectable, and quite lonely.

When we got to the house I hurried to Gabe’s room to put my stuff in there, and also to show him my suit since it was a cute gift for myself. It had a lot of straps and it was not hard to see my nipples through at all. I also have a pear shaped body so the fabric of the straps definitely stretched to accommodate my…assets.

I went into the kitchen looking for Gabe after I changed, and was surprised to find John home early from work. I remember time freezing as I flushed in embarassment at his dad seeing me in so little. I’m sure my entire body turned red instantly, thinking back. My instant reaction was to say some frantic gibberish as I felt his eyes wash over me, his stoicism not making me feel any better. My hands flew up and I tried to cover my face and my undoubtedly hard nipples, thanks to the air conditioning in the house.

Right as John cleared his throat, Gabe walked into the kitchen and greeted his dad and commented how nice my swimsuit was. I laughed nervously and thanked him, and said I’d go change back into my clothes cause it was cold. “I just thought you’d like to see it, I just got it today,” I said with a warm smile at him as I walked past. Thinking back, I know my ass was jiggling with each step I took, with my boyfriend and dad both looking in my direction. I’ll never know if John tried to abstain from looking in that moment.

I changed into my pajamas, and John ordered Chinese for us for dinner as a birthday gift to me. As we ate, John started in on his Rainiers and whiskey. We all moved to the livingroom and started watching the first Transformers movie, it had come out the Fall before my 18th birthday and I hadn’t seen it so why the hell not, right? By the time it ended, it was near enough to midnight that we all stayed up and they wished me a happy birthday as soon as it hit. It was really sweet, Gabe brought out a cake and flowers and everything.

Gabe, my dearest, was always an early to bed early to rise type. It was one of our main differences, as I’ve always had sleep issues. He was up way past his bedtime so as I started in on my piece of cake, he kissed me on the forehead and said he was heading to bed. The subtle tone of his voice suggesting something exciting in store for me when I got there. A shiver went down my spine.

I smiled into my cake thoughtfully as his footfalls vanished into his bedroom at the other end of the house, and I heard a small thunk on the counter next to me. It was a shot of Jameson, John’s favorite whiskey. He put his finger up to his mouth with an impish look in his eye. I hadn’t drank before but the thrill of the moment got to me, and I took the shot. He rubbed my shoulder when I coughed and gagged a little bit, laughing lightly at me. At his touch I felt a familiar tingle. A dangerous one and a froze a little bit.

Johns hand stayed on my shoulder and his fingers began to play with my hair, which fell free down my back to rest at hip length. Long, straight, thick brown hair with eyes to match. Ones that you can see yourself in in the right light.

My breath caught at his touch and he slipped his hand to my other shoulder, so both hands could start to gently massage my shoulders. His calloused hands were firm and warm, a major contrast to Gabes touch. He was the first person I had ever been with in every way.

Suddenly the room felt cold again and I could feel my nipples aching through my thin night shirt. John leaned in, the scent of whiskey on his breath flooded my nostrils as he whispered in baritone “Happy birthday,” and ran both of his hands down my back from my shoulders and onto my hips. His hands stayed there and his face leaned forward, his profile coming into view from my right. He let his hands slip just slightly back to firmly squeeze the thick meat of my ass, while his lips pressed lightly against my ear. “Do you want to go to my room?”

I whimpered slightly because I felt a wave of juice rush out of my pussy and into my loose sweatpants I was wearing. I had no underwear on, as I was planning to seduce Gabe later that night, or in the morning if I couldn’t wake him up. Either way, a creampie for the birthday girl ASAP.

I felt the incredible pangs of guilt and shame as I came to grips with what was happening. My boyfriends dad, clearly tipsy enough to make questionable decisions, had handfuls of my ass firmly in his grasp and the scratch of his stubble on my sensitive neck made me buck my hips backwards in the chair and he chuckled deeply. I swear I could feel the timber of his voice all the way to my clit.

In a moment I was swept up into the dark of the house, his room on the opposite end to my boyfriends thankfully. By the time we made it to his room he had a full on erection. One that I had managed to not notice while I was distracted by his palms and the slight smell of sweat mixed with whiskey. He laid me down in bed and slowly peeled my clothes off. All two pieces of clothing.

To be quite honest I was embarassed at how wet I was, I was DEEPLY ashamed and I could feel myself tearing up. John leaned forward with a caring tut tut, as he kissed my cheeks and held me close, I felt the throb of his cock against my inner thigh and for some reason that specific moment was what sent me over the edge.

I looked up at him with my wet, dewey eyes, and a small choke in my voice as I asked him ever so quietly to touch me. I wanted it more than anything else in the world at that moment. I was wetter than I had ever been at that point, well past the point of being able to finger me and then see the juices thread between your fingers as you spread them apart. I was desperately horny. My tears didn’t stop at any point, for all the mixed feelings I was having. The guilt, the thrill of the taboo.

He didn’t waste a single moment to spring to action, for me the surprise was that he started with eating my ass. He flipped me over into my stomache, my asshole was thoroughly drenched in my pussy juice by this point. I felt the knots in my stomache build to a crescendo as I gave in to how much I was enjoying it. To this day ass play is essential for me because of how much it makes a difference for my orgasms. As he ate my ass, he snaked a hand to my clit and just gently started to pulse on my mound above it. I was so turned on that it actually worked and he managed to give me my first Big Girl Orgasm by eating my ass pressing ABOVE my clit not even on it.

I still had stars in my eyes when he flipped me back over and started to slowly grind his cock against my pussy. This was when he really started groaning and the more turned on he was, the more honest he got. He started praising every feature of my body, I vivdly remember the feeling of his cock throbbing against my wet swollen pussy as his thick fingers pinched and twisted my nipples. It didn’t take long for that spark to start to build in my gut. I looked up at him again and couldn’t even finish the sentence “I’m gonna -” before I was quivering and shaking under his touch a second time.

He leaned forward and kissed me, and I felt his thick cock slide into me with such ease that it took my breath away.

“Fuck,” he said as he grabbed my hair and pulled out of me to SLAM in hard and rip a cry from my throat. “I’m not gonna last long sweetheart,” he said affectionately as he kept an agonizingly slow pace. “Are you on birth control?” I nodded yes, I had gotten an IUD 3 months prior so Gabe and I could stop using condoms.

He slammed into me again, and growled “Good,” in an almost menacing way that made me quiver again.

His pace didn’t pick up to a frantic level, he was clearly trying to savor the situation and make it last. His moans became more frequent and desperate, and I could feel myself getting closer again. I felt possessed by lust, I grabbed his neck and pulled him close to my ear and whispered “Please fucking cum in me daddy,” and he didn’t even get two pumps in before he granted my wish.

I felt his hot cum flood me and the sensation sent me over the moon one last time. He stayed on top of me and in me until he was full soft. Gently sucking on my nipples and teasing my oversensitized body, his low chuckles vibrating against me as I whimpered and lazily swatted in protest.

Afterwords we went in his bathroom and he very thorougly cleaned me in his bathtub. And made me cum again by bending me over in front of him and fingering my asshole again. He had me swallow one more creampie from him as we lingered in the bath, before sending me back across the chilly quiet empty house to where Gabes steady even breaths told me he had been asleep for a while.

I climbed into bed, both holes sore and used and luckily didn’t wake Gabe up. The next morning however, he made sure to fill me up as well, albeit without the level of experience his father had in making me cry in pleasure – but sweet and meaningful and orgasm inducing in its own ways.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ghhf5z/i_fucked_my_boyfriends_dad_the_night_i_turned_18