Mr. Graham... Wow

I had three encounters with Mr. Graham over a 25 year period.



I grew up in the church. Everything in our family seemed to revolve around the church. When you are young, you just accept things for what they are. This was the norm for me.



The Graham family also belonged to the same church as us and they were close family friends. It would be safe to say that the Grahams and my parents were best friends. I had known the Grahams all my life.

Lindsay Graham was my age and since our parents were close friends we grew up together. It was not uncommon that we had weekend sleepovers at each other's house. 



As we got older, we went from playing with dolls to playing with boys. When I was 19, I had long stopped going to church. By this age, I had friends that were outside of the church but Lindsay and I still had a connection. I still hung out with Lindsay occasionally. She had a mischievous streak just like me.



One weekend when I was visiting, we had met a couple of guys we knew and sneaked them into the house when her parents were out.



Being sexually active at this point, I took my guy into a back room in the basement to make out. Lindsay took her friend into her bedroom upstairs. We thought we had at least an hour before her parents returned.



Of course, her parents returned home unexpectedly early. Lindsay heard her parents entering the house and scrambled to hide her friend in the bedroom. She managed to hide him and went into the kitchen to try and distract her mom from going upstairs. Being in a back room in the basement I didn't hear her parents come home.



Things were moving fast with my guy. He had gotten me out of my top and my white shorts. I was topless in just my panties on my knees giving him a blowjob as he sat on the couch. In the heat of the moment, I thought I heard the room door open but maybe it didn't. I was facing the opposite direction of the door. I glanced up at my friend, but he didn't seem to be concerned so I ignored it and continued on.



Just as he was cumming he let out a loud strange moan. I thought nothing of it other than maybe he was a screamer. I just continued sucking him taking his load in my mouth. All of a sudden he pulled out, jumped up, yanked his pants up, and bolted for the door.

I was somewhat startled by his actions as I was still on my knees with cum dripping out of my mouth. I thought maybe Lindsay had come into the room to warn us of her parents coming home.

As I casually turned to playfully show Lindsay my mouthful of cum, I saw Lindsay's father Mr. Graham standing there. I just about had a heart attack. How long was he standing there? He must have been watching for a while. My mind was racing. The sound of the door I heard was over five minutes ago. OMG was he watching that entire time? Shit, I have cum all over my face. 



There was dead silence. I could feel my heart pounding. I started to panic as I swallowed the load I had in my mouth as if I could hide it. Mr. Graham reached back and closed the door. I didn't know what to say or do. We were both silent. I was busted and this was bad. As I reached to retrieve my top he moved closer and put his foot on my top. I was still on my knees. I felt so small. I just wanted to disappear. As I looked up at him, I could feel cum dripping from my lips and chin.

He just stared at me with a look of disappointment. I quickly wiped my lips and tried to cover my breasts with my gooey hands. I was a mess. He couldn't have walked in at a worse time. 



Mr. Graham was like a second father to me. I had known him my entire life. I knew I was in big trouble. He sat on the couch in front of me. Still, he did not speak. Was he going to give me a lecture about sex? Was he going to tell my father? As I was starting to stand up he grabbed my arm and yanked me over his lap in one motion. It happened so fast. I had no idea what was happening.



Then with one motion, he pulled my panties up like a thong and he spanked me...hard. I gave out a little yelp with the first blow. It was more out of surprise than pain. I have never been one to cry so I remained silent as he continued to punish me. This was the first time in my life that I was spanked. My father never laid a hand on me.

He took his time and spanked me about three to five times on each bare cheek as he held my panties up with the other hand. It hurt but I didn't cry. I was more than willing to accept my punishment and move on if this meant he wasn't going to tell my parents. I just wanted it all to end. 



After the spanking he held me there over his lap for what seemed several minutes. There was silence. He ran his hands over my ass beneath my panties as if to soothe it. He ran his hands between my thighs and a finger slid under my panties and gently brushed my wet lips. It suddenly occurred to me I was wet. Yes, I was soaking wet. My panties wet soaked. I must admit the spanking did arouse me in a strange way. 



As I laid over his lap with my ass up in the air and Mr. Graham soothing my cheeks I could feel a bulge growing beneath me. I must be mistaken. Mr. Graham wouldn't get hard, yes it's probably something in his pocket.



He then motioned me to kneel down in front of him. He didn't say a word. He didn't have to, I could now see the bulge in his pants inches away from my face. He just glared at me. I was scared and humiliated. That's when he reached down and unzipped his pants. His pants dropped to his knees. Holly shit I just about crapped, was this really happening? What's he doing? He pulled out his cock and it was big and hard. I couldn't believe he was hard; this was Lindsay's father! He was a family friend. This was Mr. Graham who used to bounce me on his lap when I was a child. 



His cock was large, much thicker than the boys' cock that I just finished sucking. My mind was racing. Was this really happening? 

He put his hand beneath my chin and raised my head towards his hard cock.

It was all happening in slow motion. He finally broke the silence by saying "you know what to do." Those words sent a chill through my body. I didn't know what to say or do as his cock rest against my lips; time just stopped. I was too scared to get up and run so I just closed my eyes and slowly parted my lips.



He gently slid his cock through my parting lips into my mouth. He held my head and began slowly moving his cock in and out of my mouth. My tinny lips barely fit around his thick cock. I conceded and began sucking him without his guidance. My mind was starting to un-fog. The initial shock of what was happening began to clear. I understood what my punishment was, and I accepted it.



I had my arms crossed trying to cover up my bare breast. He reached down and pulled a hand off my breasts and placed it on his balls. I began to squeeze and massage his balls as I sucked and stroked him. I recall thinking about how my hand couldn't even reach around his monster of a cock. I just closed my eyes and went into automatic mode. I wanted to get through this as fast as possible. Mr. Graham was correct...I knew what to do.



I felt him reach down and play with my breasts. He pinched and tugged on my nipples. It was strange and awkward to think Mr. Graham was aroused by my boobs.

As his breathing rate increased he started to moan. I sensed he was close so I opened my eyes and watched him as he trembled and shook before erupting in my mouth. He held my head in place as he emptied a very large load into my mouth. His cock was so thick there wasn't much room for his sperm in my mouth. I coughed and gagged, as I tried to swallow his load. A large amount poured around his cock and dripped down my chin and over my breasts. It felt warm as it dripped down over me.

He stepped back and we locked eyes. I licked my lips and fingers clean as we stared at each other. In an act of defiance, I reached for his hand and used his finger to scoop up the cum on my tit and I put in my mouth. I instinctively sucked his finger. Maybe it was my way of letting him know "Yes I know what to do". 



Without being asked I licked his limp cock clean. I could tell he wasn't expecting this. It was my way of letting him know his secret was safe with me. I remained topless on my knees just watching him as he stepped back, pulled up his pants, and left the room.



He never said a word to me other than those words that still haunt me today "You know what to do." I think of him every time a guy says those words to me. I think they are engraved in my mind.



I stayed in the basement for a while longer trying to compose myself and thinking about what just happened. Did I just have sex with Mr. Graham? It was so surreal. Mr. Graham was the last man on earth I thought I would ever have sex with. What would I say to Lindsay?



I was hoping to sneak out of the house but as I was going up the stairs Mrs. Graham saw me and insisted I stay for dinner. OMG can this day get any worse? I ended up sitting across from Mr. Graham at the dinner table. We made eye contact numerous times throughout the course of the meal. I have to admit I had a tingling feeling as we locked eyes. We both just carried on as usual just like nothing ever happened. As I was eating I couldn't help but think how just minutes ago I had Mr. Graham's cock in my mouth. What would Mrs. Graham think? I couldn't help but lick my lips when Mr. Graham was looking at me from across the table. Yes, I can be very naughty.



I never said anything to Lindsay or anyone else about my adventure. I just told Lindsay I had fun with my guy, and he left out the back door.



After that encounter, I never went back to Lindsay's house.



As the Grahams were good friends with my parents, it wasn't that easy to avoid him. My parents saw the Grahams frequently and they were at our house often.

I later learned more about my parent's relationship with the Grahams, but that's a future story.



Fast-forward about ten years.


My parents were known for their parties. They always had parties since I was a small child. I didn't socialize at them, as it was an older crowd of church people. My roll was upstairs in the kitchen preparing appetizers and drinking wine.



During one of those parties, Mr. Graham came upstairs into the kitchen to see me. It was later on in the evening and it was obvious he had been drinking. I had a few glasses of wine myself. 



I was standing at the sink when he sneaked up behind me and grabbed me around my waist. He held me tight and whispered that he had missed me coming around the house. I just giggled nervously.

His grip tightened and his hands moved up cupping my breasts. He commented on how I had filled out nicely and become a sexy woman. I struggled to free myself but he was much stronger. Then as he pressed his groin into my ass and whispered that he had been thinking of me. He said he wanted me badly.



I have to admit I had thought about our previous encounter a lot also. It was so taboo, so wrong, yet it was very hot. Yes, I masturbated many times as I replayed it over in my mind. Mr. Graham actually wasn't bad looking. He was a large strong man and I did remember his large cock.



Him telling me that he had been thinking of me and that he wanted me was very arousing. It was stirring up all kinds of emotions in me. He continued to run his hands over me, sliding a hand down the top of my dress, pinching my nipples, then down and up my dress as he continued to rub his groin on my ass. 

I let my head fall back onto his shoulders as he continued to grope me up against the kitchen counter. I could feel his cock now hard pushing into my ass. I was weak...the wine had liberated me...I reached behind to rub his cock through his pants. The thought that his wife, my parents, and all those people were in the house was so erotic. The risk of getting caught was thrilling. Imagine if all those old church people knew Mr. Graham was groping me. Mr. Graham was a risk-taker and sexually aggressive. He was in control and that aroused me to no end.



He grabbed my hand and led me to the upstairs bathroom. It wasn't long before he had my little black dress off and his pants down. I immediately dropped to my knees and began sucking him. He was just as big and thick as I remembered.

This time it was with much more vigor and passion than the first time. This time I was ready for him. This time I was a woman and not a 19-year-old. I wanted him as much as he wanted me. 



He lifted me up from my knees like a child and removed my panties. He sat me up on the bathroom sink and began to give me oral. He mumbled that he had been dreaming about sucking my clit for over ten years. How hot was that?

I grabbed hold of the back of his head for balance and spread wide open for him. He was good...very good. Mr. Graham brought me to a wonderful orgasm. Mr. Graham was very skilled at oral.



He then helped me down and bent me over the sink. I was dripping wet in anticipation. I had masturbated to this scenario many times. For ten years I imagined what it would be like to fuck Mr. Graham, to have that thick cock inside of me. He was in my head.

His large member felt wonderful as he entered me nice and slow. Even though I was wet I could feel his cock stretch me. It felt wonderful to be stretched, to be filled. He fucked me good and hard, with much more vigor than I had expected. He was quite the bull for an older guy. OMG Mr. Graham, who knew. He discharged a large warm load deep into me as I dug my nails into his ass helping him to get as deep into me as possible.



The thought of Mr. Graham's semen deep inside of me caused me to have multiple orgasms. My whole body was in a spasm and trembling. I had never experienced anything like it before. Mr. Graham was impressed, as was I. 



He was kind and gentle to me afterward. He gave me a warm lush kiss. This was the first time he kissed me on the lips. Wow, how wrong is this? He was like a second father to me. Hell, I might as well been fucking my father they were that much alike.

I wanted to do it again and again but he wasn't up to it. I suppose he was in his sixties now. 

He dressed and went downstairs back to the party. I had a shower and went off to bed. I recall masturbating several times that night. I just couldn't sleep as Mr. Graham was on my mind.



That was one of the most remarkable encounters I ever had. Even years later I use that memory to masturbate. Well, this memory and my brother-in-law memory (read that story).



I had one more encounter with Mr. Graham many years later when I was married. 



About 12 years after our second encounter I learned that Mr. Graham had been having a long term affair with my mother. 

When I was younger, I would often run into Mr. Graham at my house after school. My mom always said he was there on church business. My dad was at work and they were alone in the house. Several times I saw him walking down the stairs coming from the bedrooms. He was a family friend and seemed to be at the house often. I was young and never questioned it. 



Years later when I discovered my mom was cheating on my father I started to put things together. 

When I realized that Mr. Graham had a multi-year affair with my mother it aroused me to no end knowing that both my mother and I had been having sex with Mr. Graham. I couldn't get the thought out of my mind. I wanted answers. I knew he was getting on in age but I wanted him one last time.



I managed to sneak Mr. Graham cell number from my father's phone book. I texted him a couple of sexy pictures of myself and told him I was aching to meet him one more time. I wasn't sure if he would meet me as it had been easy 12 years and I was married now. 



He replied almost immediately, and we agreed to meet in a motel room one afternoon. 

My mind was racing. I had so many questions for him. I wanted answers. But I also wanted to be with him again.

I always felt comfortable around Mr. Graham. Probably because I had known him my entire life. I trusted him. He was like a second father to me.



I knocked on the motel room door. He opened it and I walked in. He looked much older than I remembered. I suppose 12 years is a long time. He was now in his seventies. Could he even get it up at his age? 



We kissed and hugged, but I wanted to talk first. He was always a quiet man. I could tell he was feeling uncomfortable. I began the interrogation. I'm sure that's what it seemed to him.



He was honest with me. I knew whatever he told me would blow me away; I was prepared to hear anything.



When he began talking he did blow me away. He told me he had known my mother since they were young. They dated off and on though their teenage years. They both lost their virginity to each other when they were 16. 

He told me my mother broke up with him when they were about 18. His heart never healed, she was the love of his life. Wow...I thought I was prepared to hear anything but wow.



She was always a wild and free spirit, which I knew. 

Years later when they were both married they started to have a fling. It was more than a fling. They saw each other often and for many years.

He also told me there were many other men in my mom's life through the years. 

He told me my father never knew, but he was sure he suspected something. He thinks he just looked the other way and didn't want to know.



He told me that I reminded him of my mom in many ways.

 That's when I dropped my dress and pushed him back on the bed. He went down on me like no other man has ever done. He licked and sucked to me multiple climaxes. He wasn't the bull he was 12 years ago but with the help of Viagra, he gave me a nice ride. I laid in bed with him in his arms for close to an hour. I knew this was the last time I would be with him. It felt so good to be in his arms. I was in no hurry to leave.



That was the last time I saw Mr. Graham, but I do think of him often.

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