19th Birthday Pool Party [Mf, oral]

I don’t know why I had thought this would be a good idea. Sara had been home after her freshman year in college for a month and wanted to have a pool party for her 19th birthday. I had planned on just going out for the day, but she thought her old friends would enjoying having me around since I used to ferry so many of them around during our group excursions.

Over the past few weeks, some of her friends had already come over to hang out with Sara and I had been a little surprised about how they had transformed in the 8 months or so since they had come to say their goodbyes before starting college. She had a core group of 4 girls who were over a lot, but I had done a good job avoiding them as much as possible. It had been an unseasonably cold start to the summer and I thought continuing this strategy would be relatively easy as I could barely make out their figures in the loose clothes they wore to keep away the chill.

However, as the weather had grown warmer and layers of clothes retreated to the current bathing suit season, it had become difficult to ignore that the girls around me on a regular basis had changed from these fragile creatures who needed to be taken care of into something else that I wanted something from, as difficult as that was for me to accept.

I knew that entertaining that idea was wrong, so I tried to be disciplined. Even without anyone else around to notice, I would catch myself anytime I caught a leer forming. Every possible lingering glance at legs that had grown slender and long over the past year was diverted; every lurid though about more prominent breasts and bodies seemingly advertising their desire to be taken was scorched away by self-admonition.

A common tactic was to think about the other men of the neighborhood looking at my Sara the same way. If I was having such horrible thoughts about these girls, that would mean they were having the same about her. It was repugnant. Men should want fully formed women, not these still fragile bodies who hadn’t had their innocence challenged enough to understand they needed to protect themselves. Still, there was that voice inside me: “But isn’t that the very thing you find so appealing? That they don’t know the power they possess yet?”

If I had seen it was Sara’s best friend Kate coming into the kitchen, I could have braced myself and prepared my repression. By only seeing that lovely figure by the fridge, I had to face what I was not able to accept yet: her manner and shape spoke to me on a primal level. Despite the fact I should have known the guest list inside out, I thought *that* was a young woman closer to my age who I’d like to introduce myself to.

Then she turned her body to pick up a glass and with the realization of her identity came the shock. And the disgust. Not only was she not a woman anywhere near my age as I thought, but it was Kate. My Sara’s oldest friend Kate. Kate who I had driven countless times to cheer events, concerts, and bowling.

I felt nauseated as I tried to put my attraction away. What kind of man am I looking at this girl that way? What’s wrong with me?

Kate looked up at me with a sly smile. Did she notice me staring? “Mr. C–I think everyone would like some cake now. Sara was wondering if you were going to bring it out soon. Do you need some help getting it ready?”

All I can think is that my eyes betrayed my more rational impulses. I stammered and looked down to break my inability to form a coherent response. As I stared at the ground, I slowly pulled myself together. The kitchen tiles are the only safe place to gaze until my disgusting urge retreats completely. A few seconds later the lust finally subsides and words start to leave my mouth.

“Right. Time for cake. Of course it is, Kate. Go back out and I’ll bring it outside in a moment.”

I’m ashamed to admit that the monster inside me looked up and watched her walk back outside. Then I wondered if my subconscious formed the suggestion that she leave first just so I can see her bottom slightly peak out from the tight suit.

How can I trust myself anymore?

As the guilt was setting in, Kate turned around and glared at me with mock surprise, catch my eyes focused on her. She put the cake down on the counter by the door and walked back towards me.

“Mr. C, I think you need to relax. You’re really being inappropriate.” She licked her lips as she got closer. Before I could object, I felt her finger against my lips holding them closed. Her other hand moved to my belt buckle and unfastened it with expert ease. She reached inside and pushed her hand inside my boxers.

“Kate–no, we can’t…”

“Your cock is telling a different story, Mr. C.” With that she grasped by rigid shaft and slide her small hand down towards the head of my cock. She pulled her hand out of my pants and looked at me.

“Should I stop, sir?”

“No, I want you to suck it.”

“You want my teen mouth to take in your old cock?”

“Yes and I want you to drain my balls and put all this cum you made into your mouth.”

“Yes, sir.”

She dropped to her knees and unbuttoned my pants, unzipped them, and pulled them to the tile floor along with my boxers. She scooted forward and took my cock into her mouth without using her hands, maintaining eye contact with me as I watched her with disbelief. I knew this was happening, yet I still couldn’t accept I was giving into my desire.

Kate took my cock in completely–she took her lips all the way to the base as she cupped my balls, She bobbed her head back and forth, choking herself slightly when I was fully inside. Her sloppy saliva dripped onto the kitchen floor as she continued her work.

I grabbed her ponytail and pushed her into me, wrapping it around my hand I guided her head back and forth. I noticed one hand dropped between her legs and inside her bikini bottom. I could feel her moan around my cock just as I heard the sliding door open behind me.

“Kate! Dad!”

As my daughter was screaming, I exploded inside Kate’s mouth with warm spurts filling her mouth and sliding down her throat as she continued to look at me with unblinking brown eyes. She stroked the cum out with a tight grip as her other hand was moving quickly between her legs.

“Jesus–stop! You’re both such a fucking embarrassment!”

Kate sucked me hard, pulling the last bit of cum out as she pulled me out, kissing the head gently as she pulled back. She turned back towards Sara and sighed loudly.

“Sara–we’re all adults now. Grow the fuck up and take your cake outside. Your dad has some more work to do before we’re done.”

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