In a recent email exchange with my boyfriend, I remembered a fantasy I had about my high school boyfriend’s dad, Mike. I started writing it all down in our email, and soon I was masturbating and confessing all sorts of dirty things. Although the following story is fictional, to my 18-year-old self this fantasy was very real. There were many moments on Mike’s back porch when I wished it could happen. I’ve attached a few sentences from our email exchange, followed by the fantasy below. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do!
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While thinking about all this, I had another orgasm and felt a bit guilty about it, so I thought I’d just get myself off right here. I don’t think you’ll judge me too harshly. 🙂 I feel like a bad girl…
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You’re a bad girl, but you make me laugh a lot.
I know
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I…am a very bad girl…I could hear him saying in my ear in his deep, raspy voice.
I was wearing Jeff’s white button-down shirt and was a little tipsy from being out that night. The top few buttons were open so whenever I bent over you could see the fullness of my breasts and the depth of my cleavage. The edge of the shirt hung down to mid-thigh and barely covered my ass unless I bent over. I also wore underwear, always the black cotton bikini I wore in high school. No pants, bare legs, long brown hair tied into a messy ponytail, and the back of his neck was drenched with sweat. Of course, I’d just gotten fucked. Jeff was still in bed and we watched the movie on the VCR. I always do this, after having sex, I come downstairs to smoke, and if there’s an open bottle of wine in the kitchen, I pour myself a glass. Jeff’s parents are the best. They never seem to care about such things.
As I walked down the last few stairs leading to the living room, my eyes fell on the sliding glass door leading to the back porch. Mike was sitting at the patio table with his back to me, a cigarette in his hand and a glass of red wine on the table. I couldn’t help but smile when I realized Katherine was nowhere to be seen. I love it when it’s just her and me. I poured myself a large glass of wine and headed out, which surprised Mike a little, but he smiled when he saw it was just me. “Shall I join you?” I asked breathlessly, already pulling up a seat next to him to make myself feel at home.
“Not at all, Joanna,” he smiled, sliding a pack of Marlboro across the table towards me, his eyes roaming up and down my body so fast that I didn’t even notice. Almost.
“Thanks.” I take a cigarette out of the cigarette case, feeling a little too happy. I look around for the lighter, but it’s already in his hand and he flicks it open for me. I lean toward him, take a deep breath and try to focus on him. I think of all those old movies where sexy, confident men light women’s cigarettes and they stare at each other, just like I’m doing with Mike now.
“So,” I exhaled, tapping my cigarette on the edge of the ashtray. “What are you thinking all alone there?” Mike smiled in his sexy way and I felt my pussy swell a little and my panties get wet again.
“Oh, nothing interesting… just work,” he replied, blowing a thin stream of smoke into the night. I couldn’t help but smile, admiring the way the smoke escaped his lips like a whisper. “What about you?” he said, smiling. “How were you tonight?”
I try not to smile too obviously. Mike knew what we were doing in Jeff’s room before I came down to smoke. In fact, sometimes he was in the bedroom next to ours when we were doing it. Sometimes I wonder if he could hear, and what he could hear. Could Jeff understand my little whimpers and moans as he fucked me deep and brutally? Did he hear Jeff spanking me and telling me what a bad slut I was while he fingered my hot pussy? Did he ever think about what it would feel like to have my little teenage pussy wrapped around his cock, a man old enough to be my father, and me seducing him every chance I got?
“Oh, I always have a great night when I come over to your house.” I said smiling, I couldn’t look him in the eye as I thought of all the things his son did to me tonight. I took a sip of my drink and spread my legs under the table, I shivered a little when I felt Mike’s leg brush against my bare thigh. I looked up at him biting my bottom lip. I know he feels it too.
“Okay,” his voice was a little shaky, but his gaze was very steady, he first locked eyes with mine, then moved to my mouth, watching me wrap the cigarette around my full lips and suck it slowly, “It seems so.” It always seemed like you two were having a good time, he smiled a little nervously, “Not that I was hearing anything…”
“Of course you wouldn’t.” I looked at him and smiled, stretching my legs again, but this time I placed my legs on top of his legs slowly and deliberately, my bare feet resting on his ankles. He looked at me curiously but said nothing. “I bet this isn’t as much fun for you,” I said, laughing.
“Oh, I wouldn’t say that, Joanna,” he replied, his voice low and his expression a little more serious than usual. “Sometimes I’m very surprised by what I hear.” When he said this, I felt my cheeks flush, as if I knew I was in trouble. I opened my mouth to say something to lighten the mood, but nothing came out. I couldn’t even look at him.
We both knew my hands were shaking as I brought the cigarette to my lips, the cigarette trembling in the air. I heard him laugh softly, and I finally got up the courage to look at him. His eyes were fixed on my shaking hands. “Nervous?” he asked with a happy smile.
“I…” my voice suddenly became hoarse. I smiled shyly, feeling a little embarrassed that I looked so young… or, perhaps, embarrassed that I looked so young. “I guess so,” I managed. God, he must have thought I was a child! In my fantasies, I had never been like that, so small, so shy, so ashamed even of myself. I felt his warm hand press gently on my knee. I gasped and looked up at him expectantly. He smiled.
“Do I bother you?”
I nodded slowly, looking down but gathering courage to place my hand on his lap. I wanted him to stay there, I wanted more, if only I could tell him…
He slid our hands a little further up my leg, to my thigh. My heart started pounding in my ears and I could feel it in my pussy. It felt like my pussy was on fire, so hot, his hands so close to me… He was leaning in now, very close to me, whispering in my ear, “Tell me, Joanna… why do I bother you?”
As I struggled to find the words to tell him, he pulled back and looked at me. I took a deep breath. “Because… you make me feel…” My voice was shaking. “… I shouldn’t feel like this.” My cigarette fell from my fingers into the ashtray, as if I was too weak to hold it anymore. My other hand was now caressing his back, moving it up, I guided him to the edge of my panties and then further, his fingers rubbing the wet spot of my pussy. My eyes meet his and I press his fingers into the wet cotton. “Do you feel that way?” I asked softly, as if it was a secret.
He nodded and stroked my pussy over my panties, coming closer so he could pound me harder. I moaned softly. “You make me feel like a bad girl…”
“You’re a very bad girl, Joana,” he said sternly in my ear. I feel his beard tickling me, his breath is so hot. I moved my fingers near his hand and helped him rub my hot pussy through my panties, like I was masturbating with his hand…
I felt her teeth on my ear, and now her tongue, and I moaned. I couldn’t help myself from lusting so much after her. I slid off the chair and knelt on the floor between her legs.
“I am,” I whispered into his ear. I kissed his earlobe softly and then took it between my teeth. He rubbed my pussy hard over my panties and I moaned into his ear, unable to resist another dirty, low plea. “Please, Mike…punish me…”
I went up to her and kissed her and she grabbed my shoulders tightly, holding me in place so I couldn’t get any closer to her. Look into her eyes──what is that? Anger? Desire? Hatred? Oh God, please don’t do this…
“Little girl, do you want to be punished?” His voice was firm but calm. My heart was thumping just like it did when I was a kid and in trouble, but with excitement, my nipples were pressing against Jeff’s shirt, my pussy was so hot, the wetness was soaking the center of my panties. I nodded weakly and he grabbed my pigtails and pulled my face into his side. I felt his hard cock pressing through the fabric against my cheek, my mouth, my chin.
“Open my pants and suck my cock, little slut… If you take me all the way into your mouth, maybe I’ll reward you with a good spanking…”
I couldn’t help but cry when he said that… I knew he heard us now, he heard his son slapping my tight ass hard while I was rubbing my wet pussy on his feet, bent over his legs like a naughty child. Did he know I was imagining Jeff when he spanked me? Did he know I wanted to be his nasty little whore, his cheap toy? I want him to know… I want him to know everything and do everything to me…
My fingers were shaking, but I managed to unzip him, pull his pants down to his ankles and pull his hard cock out of his boxers. God, it was perfect, long, thick and hard. I loved the way it felt in my hand, hard and swollen… I kissed it gently, enjoying the slickness of his head and the taste of his cum leaking onto my lips. I looked at him hungrily and began wetting his cock with my mouth, licking the shaft, admiring its shine, kissing it almost lovingly, lovingly, desperately. I want to treat him well… a good little girl…
I wrapped my lips around the tip of his cock and slowly slid my mouth up his body, inch by inch. I want to feel like he’s opening my mouth with his cock, like he’s fucking a tight virgin pussy. He moaned as my lips slid down his length. I tilted my mouth so I could move so I could take him deeper inside my throat, and when I did I kept his cock there, all the way inside me, vibrating around the tip of my throat. I looked up at him for approval and he smiled, his eyes full of lust, and he put his hands on the back of my head, pulling me in more so my nose was pressed against his stomach. My eyes watered and my mouth closed…but it felt so good. Can he feel how hot this makes me? I want more…I want him to put his cock inside me and rape my little mouth…
Finally he loosened his hold on me and I coughed, gasping, wiping tears from my eyes. He slapped my lips hard with his cock, and pulled it out of my mouth. “More, Mike…” I begged him, opening my mouth to take his cock as he slapped my lips. “Please…”
“You are such a dirty little whore, Joanna,” he grinned at me. “Is your pussy wet?”
I opened my mouth to reply, but then stopped and instead slipped my hand into the waistband of my panties and opened my hole with my fingers. I gasped as I felt how slick my pussy had become, still sore from being fucked by Jeff but now clearly swollen and oozing with desire… I placed my wet fingers on Mike’s face, touching my lips to them repeatedly in front of him.
“Mmmm,” he moaned as he licked and sucked my creamy little fingers. “Such a sweet young lady…” He picked me up and knelt down, his face inches from my mound. I closed my eyes, and after a while, I felt his breath spraying me through the cotton, and then his nose pressed against my slit, breathing… fuck, it felt so good, his breath spraying me through my panties, his nose through my panties, his nose through my panties, his nose through my panties. I squirmed, impatiently rubbing his face until finally he pulled my panties down to my ankles and took my bare pussy into his mouth.
“Oh god… yes…” I ran my fingers through his thick brown hair, pulling him even further into me. His mouth was ravaging my pussy, his beard rubbing against my smooth mounds. I spread my legs for him and his hand went back to my ass. He squeezed me hard, making me gasp loudly. He looked up and smiled at my reaction. “Dirty little whore.”
Suddenly, I felt his palms slapping my ass, first one cheek, then the other, even harder, more punishing and brutal than Jeff’s. His mouth was still on my pussy, but his palms hit the flesh of my ass so hard that I couldn’t stop myself from screaming. He squeezed my red ass, wrapped his lips around my clit, sucked relentlessly, inserted two fingers deep into my pussy, rubbed my G-spot while stimulating me with his mouth.
“Ohhh fuck…I’m so close Mike…ohhh…” My knees buckled and I leaned forward a little, my orgasm shooting through my body, leaking into his mouth and spreading throughout my body. My body ached until the last wave crashed over me.
He stood up, unbuttoned my shirt, pulled down his pants and got naked so I could admire his naked body for the first time. I ran my fingers over his chest and smiled at the brown hair I found there. God, he was so attractive… how could I want him so much, even though he was right in front of me?
I buried my face in his chest, kissing him, running my tongue softly over his skin, moving down to his sexy shoulders and neck, caressing every inch of skin he let me come in contact with. I joined my lips with his and we kissed each other deeply. I could taste my pussy in his mouth and couldn’t help but moan. We were rubbing against each other, his hard cock pressing against my bare mounds. Oh, how I wanted it inside me. I want him inside me right now… As if he was reading my mind, he asks, “Where do you want my cock, slut?”
“In my pussy, please, Mike…”
He turned me around and pressed me against the table so my tits were pressed against the cold glass and my firm ass was tilted towards his cock. He slowly rubbed the tip up and down my slit. “Do you like that feeling, slut?”
“Oh yes… I like it… I love your cock, Mike…” I arched back as far as I could and challenged him to invade my little teen pussy with that big, hard cock. This kind of waiting is really painful. But he kept torturing me.’
“Well, I want you to tell me something, Joanna,” he said softly, still dragging the tip of his cock up and down my crack, getting it coated in my cum. “Have you ever thought about fucking me? I mean, before tonight…have you ever…fantasized about it?”
I turned to look at him and his eyes were staring right at me. My whole body was filled with fear, excitement and guilt. “I…” my voice trailed off and I tried to take a deep breath and start again. “I… sometimes try to pretend… to be naïve… like, a little girl with a crush…”
“Innocent?” he laughed, then spanked me hard. “No, I don’t think so…” I groaned helplessly as his palm fell on my ass, and this time he was ruthless, he wasn’t messing around.
SLAP! “Will you think of me while you fuck Jeff?”
My eyes were pleading as I looked back at him. “Mike… don’t make me answer that question…”
He pushed the head of his cock into my pussy from behind and started fucking me with just an inch, just the head, and I moaned. He pounded me again. “You want more cock, Joanna?” I said, shaking my head. “So tell me, you dirty little whore. Tell me… when my son put you on your knees, did you miss me? Did you wish it was me?”
“Oh god… yes… I miss you, Mike… I wish you were here, punishing me like this… I wish you would fill me up with your cock, I feel it!” My cheeks turned red with shame. I was so desperate about what I would say, but he knew it was true. I could barely look at him, but I felt lustful pussy dripping down my thighs…
SLAP! “Oh, you dirty bastard!” I moaned as he spanked me even harder than before, leaving my ass red. “Beg me for my cock, little slut. Beg me to fuck your teen-age pussy!”
“Yes please!! Please Mike…fuck me…I beg you, bury that cock all the way inside me…oh please!!!”
He shoved his entire cock into my pussy and I screamed… “Oooh!!” Mike’s cock was even bigger than Jeff’s… he was completely satisfying me… I moaned when I realized I had his son’s cock inside me. Me less than an hour ago. I felt like a cheap slut… which only made me hotter for Mike. Holding my hips firmly, he pulled his cock out of me and roughly shoved it back in, my body jerking forward with each thrust. He pulled my ponytail hard and slammed into me harder than I had ever been fucked before. “More, God, please more… oh fuck, I’m so close!!!” He raped my pussy over and over until my legs were hanging off the floor and my whole body was sprawled across the table.
“Ohhh, that pussy is so tight… cum for me, slut… come on my cock!”
I screamed again as my pussy began squeezing his hard cock, squirting juices onto it, leaking onto his testicles… I moaned, lost in my orgasm, but he continued to pound me brutally until I begged him to slow down.
It took me a while to calm down and get my feet to touch the floor again. He slid his cock out of my pussy and I stood facing him. My legs still shaking with excitement, I reached for his shoulders, pulled him close and kissed him hard. His mouth felt so good against mine and I wanted more of him, so I was sucking greedily on his tongue, trying to take him inside me and keep him inside. He picked me up off the floor and sat me on the table, broke our kiss and looked deeply into my eyes. He ran his hands over my naked body, between my nipples, over my flat stomach, his fingers following the contours of my swollen labia, then down, and back up. I gasped when I felt his fingers gently rub my asshole and he smiled at the nervous expression on my face. “Has Jeff not fucked you yet?”
I nodded my head slowly, speechless, and my heart began to beat faster. I never wanted to be touched there, let alone fucked there. However, I found myself rubbing his fingers as they rubbed my anus, spreading my pussy juices all over that private spot. He leaned in towards my ear and whispered, “I haven’t cum yet, Joanna. Do you know what I kept that for?”
I shook my head nervously, but of course I knew. God, could he feel my heart pounding in my chest? My whole body clung to him, like panic spread all over. Because I don’t know how to tell him “no”, but I can’t imagine how to tell him “yes”…
“I want to fuck you where no one is,” he said softly, his lips brushing my ear. “Not even Jeff.” My eyes welled up as he spoke and I felt a tear run down my cheek and onto his shoulder. Can he feel it too? Does he know how scared I am? I wanted him to know… “Now, will you be a good little slut and take my cock right there?” He looked back at me and wiped the tears from my cheeks with the back of his hand. I nodded silently and he smiled, kissing my ear softly, his breath warming me. “Good girl.”
He slowly moved his mouth over my body, so slowly that it now seemed like he was almost a different person, his tongue flicking over my hard nipples and his whiskers tickling my navel. He kissed and licked softly over my slit, making me wet again. I leaned against the table and he pushed my legs up to my chest, exposing my virgin ass to his sight. I felt his tongue pull back so slowly, like he would never get there, but he did, and soon I was moaning softly while his tongue swirled over my ass, making me wet, exploring me. I accidentally pulled my legs back further, giving him more of a taste, quietly allowing him to enter me with his tongue. “Ohhh…” I moaned when he finally opened me up, first with his tongue and then dipping his fingers in my pussy juices. “And…Mike…”
