[MF] I got more than I bargained for from my friend’s daughter during his Super Bowl party…

I’ve known my friend Matt for around two years now. Our group of friends likes to play poker, throw darts and shoot pool. We also like to watch sports together and Matt is well regarded for throwing parties at his house, so when I got the Facebook invite for his Super Bowl party I knew I was in.

Matt’s house is at the top of a hill on a corner lot and adjacent to two fairly quiet residential streets. The last big party I attended there was a crazy packed fourth of July fireworks party this summer. The neighborhood wasn’t very quiet that night. For the Big Game, however, it was a smaller crowd of a dozen or so and even though this winter has been mild for us here in the Midwest, we kept the party indoors.

I am 32 years old and recently separated which makes me the bachelor of our group. My friends are mostly all thirty somethings and married, some with children. Matt is 38 years old, married and has three daughters; Grace is 18, Alexa is 12 and Kayla is 9. He owns a painting company and almost always dresses casually in Under Armour athletic gear. Matt’s wife, Abby, recently got a very hotly discussed boob job and this was my first time seeing her post-surgery. Before the surgery, Abby joined us for a game of Texas hold ‘em and talked about the whole process of picking a surgeon, the initial consultation, deciding how big she wanted to go by looking at pictures of other women’s surgeries, etc. It was a bit strange for me to be a part of this discussion since it is such a personal subject, but our group has discussed sexual things before and it never got awkward so this wasn’t too different.

She went big, double d’s or maybe more on her medium frame and she was not at all shy talking about them and showing them off (still fully clothed) in front of all of us and in front of her daughters, which I thought was interesting. I guess it would be hard to hide the fact that mom got a boob job from three young girls, but the casual way in which she discussed it in front of her girls stood out a bit to me. I couldn’t help but wonder if it made Grace feel self-conscious about her own much smaller breasts, which appeared to be an A or a B cup on her small frame.

Alexa and Kayla, the younger daughters, are both daddy’s girls and like to hang out with us when we play cards. I haven’t seen nearly as much of Grace, the oldest, since she spent more time in her room, or other parts of the house when we were in the middle of a poker game. Things were different for the Super Bowl though; she hung out with us all night eating snacks, watching football and laughing at the commercials. Grace has brown hair, big blue eyes and is slightly above average height with a petite frame. She also has braces and a bit of a baby face, or maybe it’s just the braces just make her look young. Anyway, even though she is technically an adult at 18, I still felt like a bit of a dirty old man when she would catch my eye and my mind would go to less than wholesome places. She was wearing black yoga pants with a skin tight purple shirt layered with an unzipped Under Armour hoodie. Like father, like daughter.

During the game, Grace sat on the floor with her sisters and the other members of the younger crowd, surrounded by the rest of us who were on Matt’s sectional or various folding chairs around his large living room. I can’t imagine that it’s very comfortable to sit on the floor for long stretches of time so I shouldn’t have been surprised by Grace rearranging and changing the way she was sitting as well as occasionally stretching or getting into various yoga positions. It’s just that I couldn’t help but watch, and I got the distinct feeling that she liked the attention it was garnering for her. She occasionally would look at me with her cute brace face and smile, or laugh at something funny I had said. Maybe it was because I had consumed a few drinks, but I couldn’t help but feel like a portion of her attention seeking was aimed directly at me. Surely that’s the beer talking I told myself. My inner voice was trying to suppress the inappropriate thoughts that I was having, but that was a lost cause at this point; I was just trying to make sure I didn’t stare in an obvious or inappropriate way. Sometime after half-time and during a commercial break Grace did a back bend and I found myself searching for the outline of her camel toe. Jeez you’re a dirty old man, I thought to myself. My inner voice was judging me critically again…

It was an exciting fourth quarter, as I’m sure you all remember, and when it was all said and done we snacked on some food, discussed the crazy game and settled our various bets around the room. I found myself in the kitchen just casually shooting the breeze with Grace while we each ate some of our game day favorites. She wanted to talk to me about my experience in college since I’m currently back in school finishing my degree after dropping out over a decade ago. She’s considering becoming the first in her immediate family to attend a university, but isn’t sure about all the details. She seems like such a nice girl; I hope she finds the right path for herself.

Before long, some of the group had gone home, and we decided to break out the poker table and get a game going with everyone who was left. Grace disappeared to her bedroom so my primary distractions at this point were Tinder and playing poker. Between Abby’s new boobs and Grace’s yoga moves I was horny, and since everyone at this party was off limits to me, Tinder seemed like the natural choice. It wasn’t even 11:30pm yet so maybe I still stood a chance at finding some action.

Typically, when we play poker, we play cash games so that if someone loses all their chips they can simply buy back in whenever, but this night we decided to play a tournament instead. This meant that anyone who loses all their chips is out until someone wins and the next tournament starts. I’m usually a pretty good player, but it wasn’t my night and I lost some big hands early on, ultimately getting knocked out of the tournament in last place.

I didn’t take the loss too badly and it was time to pay the rent on the beer anyway, so I headed for the bathroom down the hallway. When I opened the door, I was shocked to see Grace standing in front of the mirror, applying a black face mask to her skin, wearing nothing but a sports bra. She was completely bottomless and I had a front row seat. Her pale skinned petite frame arched forwards toward the mirror, showing off her thin waist and prominent ass. She was shapelier than I had remembered from my ogling earlier. Since the mirror was on the wall to my left in the bathroom, I had a side view of her beautiful body. It felt like longer, but I’m sure that less than two seconds went by before I gasped in surprise and so did she as she looked over at me standing in the doorway. She had forgotten to lock the door.

Within moments, I apologized and reached for the door knob, closing the door smoothly and quietly, ensuring I didn’t slam it and bring undue attention to this embarrassing situation. I stood solemnly in the hallway, attempting to compose my thoughts while I pressed down on my jeans, trying to conceal the bulge that had suddenly started developing inside of them. I heard the door knob rattle. I assumed Grace was locking it to avoid any more unintended interruptions of her night time routine… But that isn’t what she did. Instead, she opened the door, just a crack, letting the latch rest on the strike plate. She was standing on the other side, not saying a word.

I don’t know if it was the beer, the testosterone, or just how horny I had been all day that made me do it, but I silently started to open the door and go in. Grace was standing near the wall, right behind the door so it only opened two thirds of the way. As I maneuvered inside the bathroom she greeted me with a soft “Hi” and a brace faced smile. Her face was mostly covered in black from the exfoliating mask she had been applying. I greeted her back as softly as I could and apologized again for barging in on her like that. After the uncomfortable pleasantries were out of the way I could easily spot the lustful look in her eye. She was facing me now, still bottomless, her shaved slit curving underneath the small gap at the top of her thighs. I reached down with my right hand, firming pulling her towards me, and kissed her deeply, unconcerned with the sticky black mask infusing itself in the stubble around my lips. She lightly moaned, and as we kissed I could feel her melting into my arms. There was no doubt anymore, we both needed this encounter.

As we kissed, I began to touch her small breasts through her sports bra; I could feel her nipples responding to the touch and becoming erect. I was more turned on than ever, and for me, erect was an understatement. I had to get my pants off, so I unbuckled my belt and undid the button at the top of my jeans. Grace was more than willing to help out with this proposition, and she slid down my zipper and pulled my pants below my knees, falling to her own knees in the process. There I stood, in my friends bathroom, my shoes still on with my blue jeans and boxers pulled down beneath my knees, His eldest daughter kneeling in front of me, my cock gripped firmly in her dominant right hand that still had traces of the sticky black mask on her index and middle fingers. In retrospect, I’m surprised that I allowed it to go that far that quickly, but that’s logic talking and I wasn’t being driven by logic. I was being driven by lust.

As she sucked and stroked I couldn’t help but feel a pang of nerves as I heard my friends muffled laughter and the sound of commercials coming from the TV in the living room down the hall. We needed to be quiet, and we needed to be quick. I reached down, pulling her sports bra off over her head, and tossed it in the corner of the room next to the bathtub. She went right back to work, doing a nice job maintaining a steady rhythm, occasionally massaging my sliippery frenulum just beneath the head of my cock with her thumb as she sucked the tip of my cock inside her lips. I was as hard as I have ever been in my life. Up to this point, I had never received a blow job from someone with braces and I thought there might be some pain involved, but don’t listen to those nonsensical rumors, it was marvelous!

It didn’t take long until I felt myself approaching climax, so before it was too late I silently encouraged her to stand up, switching roles as I knelt in front of her, taking off my shoes and kicking off my jeans. As she stood in front of me, she spread her feet slightly and arched her hips. This provided as much access for my willing lips and tongue as was possible in this position. She was absolutely soaking. I absolutely loved tasting her sweet, slick juices, as my tongue caressed her slit and she moaned above me. I firmly held her there with both hands, helping her arch into me, pressing my stubbly unshaven face into her soft, smooth skin. In this moment, I wanted to fuck her more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life, and thankfully, she was happy to comply. I pushed her away slightly, turning her around and bending her over the vanity. She reached back with her left hand, grabbing her ass and revealing her tight pink holes to me. I didn’t waste any time before pressing into her, feeling her silky wetness as it wrapped tightly around my girth.

As I took her from behind I knew I wasn’t long for this world. Her heavenly slit, warm, sleek and wet, stretched tightly around my cock as I thrust myself inside. I didn’t ever want this moment to end, but I knew that I had to be quick. My friends would be expecting me, and who am I kidding, it was so fucking hot I couldn’t have lasted any longer if I tried. I whispered to her that I was going to cum and quickly pulled out, my cock, pressed into the crack at the top of her ass, spraying hot cum all over her back. She turned around and embraced me, no words needed, our heavy breathing said enough.

We held each other for a short while before she got washcloths from underneath the sink and dampened them with warm water so we could clean ourselves. When I was clean, I put my clothes back on and she hid behind the door as I opened it and left into the hallway. Thankfully, everyone was still in the living room so I made my way back to the group as she closed and locked the door behind me.

My friend Matt assumed I’d gone #2 and sarcastically thanked me for taking a shit in the nearest bathroom, then encouraged everyone else to use the one in the basement if they needed to go while the one upstairs was airing out. I took my lumps with dignity and happily played right along with his hypothesis.

Grace, as Abby pointed out a little later in the night, decided to take a bath in that bathroom before bed, so I didn’t see her for the rest of the night. Our poker game wrapped up before she was finished and I don’t have her cell phone number, so I just left. I was curious, wondering to myself how she felt about the course of events, and hopeful that it would remain a secret between us.

I’ve hung out with Matt a couple of times since that night, and I’m sure that he has no idea what happened, but I don’t know what Grace is thinking and I can’t exactly ask my friend for his 18-year old daughters phone number so that I can text her now can I? If I want an encore performance with Grace, I’ll just have to be patient until she reaches out to me or until Matt throws another party…

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5uevd2/mf_i_got_more_than_i_bargained_for_from_my