My Boyfriends Father

When I was twenty, I began dating Alex. Alex's parents were divorced, and he lived with his father in a massive house with a fantastic swimming pool. I never knew anyone with a pool back then, so he was a keeper—well, until the end of the summer, anyway.

Alex's father was an attractive older gentleman. From what Alex told me, his parents had been divorced for several years. His mother had re-married, and his father was not seeing anyone. His father always went out of his way to be nice to me. During the weekends, he would bring us food and drinks at the pool. He was always very kind. Alex also spoke very highly of him. From what I could see, he was a good and loving father to Alex.

Back then, I only had one swimsuit. It was a red bikini, which honestly didn't fit very well. It was a cheap bikini that was somewhat thin and flimsy. It wasn't water resistant, so when it got wet, it just kind of hung there like a wet rag, and you could pretty much make out everything I owned. Actually, I had to be very careful that the top didn't fall off when it was wet. I didn't fit snug like the newer or more expensive bikinis. I was young and it was all I could afford.

For the most part, Alex's father gave us our privacy at the pool. I would normally only see him on weekends when he would be out doing yard work. Occasionally, he would come and sit by the pool and chat with us. I didn't mind, as he was very sweet and kind.

After the first couple of weekends of hanging out at the pool, I did notice that his father watched me a fair bit. Actually, he never took his eyes off of me. Even when he was doing yard work, I noticed he was watching me. When I was in the pool or walking around, he watched me. I never said anything to Alex. After all, what could I say? But I did notice.

Prior to dating Alex, I had several experiences with older men. They all proved to be wonderful and enlightening experiences. So when Alex's father started to notice and watch me, it was a big turn on for me. I wasn't as innocent as my young looks would have suggested.

Over the next few weeks, as I became comfortable with his father, I began to tease him in subtle ways. I would make a point of walking past him in my wet, clingy bikini, in which you could clearly make out my young, firm breasts and erect nipples. I was slow to adjust my top after coming out of the pool. A bikini slip here and there? I was having fun with both Alex and his father.

It was a hot summer, and Alex and I spent a lot of time enjoying the pool. The pool was very secluded and private. Alex's father worked long hours and was rarely home during the week, so in his absence, we began having sex in and around the pool. This was the first time I felt comfortable having sex outdoors, and we enjoyed ourselves. It was turning out to be a great summer.

That summer, I worked part-time and Alex worked full-time. Alex encouraged me to use the pool when I wasn't working. There was never anyone home, so I had an open invitation. Besides, he told me it was fine with his father. Hmmm, yes, I am sure it was.

As I got to know Alex better, I felt more comfortable, and I took him up on his offer. On my days off, I would go over in the afternoons and relax and enjoy the pool until he got home a few hours later. That summer, I had the best tan ever.

I became comfortable with the privacy of the pool, so I began to tan topless on occasion. This was a first for me. I have always been shy, but the pool was totally secluded and I was alone. It was the perfect time to eliminate those tan lines. I felt proud that I had the courage to go topless, even if I was alone. It was a big deal for me. Besides, I knew it drove Alex wild when he would come home from work and find me sleeping on a lounger, topless. He loved to sneak up on me and touch me as I lay there with my eyes closed. It always led to sex.

One day, I went to the pool as usual. It was a beautiful day, and I was in heaven. This was one of those days that I decided to go topless. As I lay there with my eyes half closed, I heard some movement in the yard. At first, I ignored the noise, thinking it was a cat or something. A few minutes later, I heard another noise and realised it was Alex's father. It looked like he was lurking in the yard. Dam, why wasn't he at work? Did he see me? Was he spying on me? Should I cover up or pretend not to see him? Damn, what should I do?

I had a split second to make a decision. I normally would have covered up, but being topless in the warm sun, I was feeling a bit risqué. I liked Alex's father, and I knew he liked to watch me, so why not tease him and let him have a peek? Besides, it was his pool and he was generous enough to let me use it.

I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. As I lay there, I began to feel a rush of excitement, recalling how he was always peering at me. The idea of exposing my breasts to him was exciting. Besides, Alex wouldn't be home for at least another hour.

I lay there, listening intently. After several long minutes of silence, I heard some movement closer to the pool. Is that him? My heart began to beat faster. I could feel a rush of excitement going through me. My mind was racing. Time stood still as I concentrated on every sound. I could tell he was approaching the pool deck area. Oh my god, is he coming in for a closer look? I had no idea he would come this close. I was committed now. I had no choice but to pretend to be asleep. How hot was this?

He was now on the pool deck, and I sensed him moving closer and closer. How close is he going to come? He stopped and then, to my horror, I heard him breathing. He was that close. Holly shit, he was standing right over me. There was now complete silence as he just stood there for what seemed like an eternity. I had no idea what to do, so I just continued to pretend I was sleeping. I mean, what were my options? My adrenaline was flowing, and I couldn't believe how aroused I was. I could literally feel my bikini bottoms getting wet. How long is he going to stand there before he leaves? Does he want me to open my eyes? Am I in trouble? This was definitely not what I was expecting.

All of a sudden, I felt a hand softly touch my shoulder. I just froze and didn't even react. I was expecting him to say something. Maybe he was going to scold me for being topless. But he never spoke. Oh shit, what is he doing? His hand remained on my shoulder as my mind was racing to figure out what I should do or say. I knew it was my move, but I was bewildered by the situation.

Then I heard myself say, "Hey, babe," as I would have acknowledged Alex. He responded with a brief and muffled, "Hey." The sun was shining in my eyes, so I kept them closed. His hand began to slowly move down my shoulder.

My attention had shifted from listening to focusing on his touch. I felt every inch of movement as his fingers slowly and gently began to move on my skin. My heart was pounding out of my chest. What have I gotten myself into? He slowly slid his hand across my shoulder, brushing my neck with the back of his hand. His touch was so very sensuous and tender. Then, ever so slowly, I felt a finger trace its way down my neck and slowly across the top of my chest.

Oh fuck, his touch was sending jolts of excitement through me. I was using every bit of restraint not to moan or acknowledge his sensual touch.

Then I felt a finger slowly trace down through the valley between my breasts. I could feel my nipples swell and puff up. From experience, I knew my nipples were rock hard and begging for attention. The sensation was too much, and I let out a deep gasp as I lay there with my eyes closed in the warm sun.

Alex's father then gently cupped one of my breasts and held it without any movement. I couldn't help but let out a deep moan.

My mind was racing. Should I jump up and run or should I let him continue? Should I tell him to stop? I was dating his son, Alex. Should I be upset? Oh fuck, why do I always get myself into these situations?

I was breathing heavily, almost panting. A second hand cupped my other breast as he leaned over me, partly blocking the sun. He began kneading both my breasts, gently pinching and tugging on my nipples. I have very sensitive nipples, and as he played with them, I could feel an orgasm building up within me.

I was losing control fast and couldn't help but moan with pleasure. I had never felt so scared yet excited in my life. The thought of my boyfriend's father touching me while I just lay there with my hands at my side and my eyes closed was beyond erotic. I was submitting to him. Did he really think I didn't know it was him?

I subconsciously made the decision to let him have his way with me. I felt his tongue nibble and suckle at one of my nipples. This was too much. I began to squirm and moan uncontrollably. I began trembling and experiencing mini orgasms as he licked and flicked my nipples.

One hand continued to play with my erect nipples, and the other hand slowly moved down across my abdomen. His hand paused momentarily just above my bikini line, perhaps waiting to see if I would object. There was no such objection on my part as I continued to purr from having my nipples stimulated. I was also struggling to hold back a full-blown orgasm that was building up fast within my overheated body.

Alex's father's hand slid into my bikini bottoms. I was soaking wet as his fingers began to explore my swollen and slippery bald pussy. A finger easily dipped between my wet and welcoming labia, making a wet, slurpy sound.

I moaned as his drenched finger moved up and found my erect clitoris waiting for him. I parted my legs ever so slightly, enough to send him a signal of my submittal. His fingers twirled and teased my clit, covering it with my wet juices. I was squirming and losing all control.

He placed his hand so that his thumb stimulated my clit and his finger penetrated inside of me.

Oh shit, he had me... I was all his now.

I had now lost complete control and let out a loud, deep gasp as he was finger-fucking me. With both my hands, I grabbed the hand he was fingering me with and broke the silence with a loud, "OH MY GOD!" I pushed his finger deeper inside as the orgasm I was trying so hard to control erupted.

At this point in my young life, I rarely had orgasms, but this was the deepest, most profound orgasm I'd had yet. My whole body was shaking, and my eyes were rolling back into my head. Yes, it was one of those orgasms!

I had barely stopped shaking when I heard a zipper sound and felt him place his cock on my chin. Oh fuck, he wants me to suck him. I turned onto my side, reached over and took hold of his hard cock. I eagerly began stroking and sucking him. I still had my eyes closed as the sun was shining directly on my face.

After a few minutes of furious sucking and stroking, I could tell by his breathing that he was getting ready to ejaculate. I began to open my eyes, but it took some time for my eyes to adjust to the sunlight.

I could tell he was almost there as he was thrusting harder and harder. He had his hand on the back of my head and was pushing his cock deep into my mouth. I resisted my gag reflex and managed to take half of his cock. I wanted to show him what I was capable of. As I looked up, we made eye contact; he realised I saw him, but kept thrusting himself into my mouth. Without missing a beat, I kept sucking.

He paused momentarily and said, "It's okay... continue."

I had no intention of stopping. I reached up and cupped his balls as I sucked his throbbing cock. He had one hand on the back of my head for guidance, and the other was now roughly squeezing my hanging breasts as I leaned across the lounger.

Within seconds, he erupted and released a huge load into my mouth. I tightened my hold on his balls as if to squeeze every last drop of cum out of him. I closed my lips tight around his cock and attempted to swallow his load, but it was too much. Stream after stream of warm cum shot into my mouth. I began to gag as it poured out of the sides of my mouth and down my chest.

As he pulled out, I could tell he was very flustered, realising what had just happened.

"Uh... I'm... I'm sorry... I, uh, mm, didn't... I'm sorry."

All of a sudden, it became very awkward.

I didn't know what to say or do.

"Uh mmm..." was all I could get out with a mouthful of his semen.

I swallowed his load and licked my lips as our eyes locked.

I leaned in to lick him clean, but he pulled away.

"Thank you... That was amazing... I'm sorry... " He quickly straightened up and walked into the house.

I was confused and embarrassed. I didn't know what to think. I just sat there topless with his sperm dripping down my chin and onto my breasts. Oh shit, what have I done?

I quickly cleaned up, grabbed my things and ran to my car to go home. I didn't want to be there and face Alex when he returned from work. My emotions were all over the board. Did I just have sex with my boyfriend's father? Was I in trouble? Would his father hate me for cheating on his son? How could I face Alex or his father again? Was this it for Alex and me?

I needed time to think this through as I was an emotional mess. I couldn't take Alex's calls until I figured this out. I told Alex I needed time. He had no idea what was going on or why I was avoiding him.

Over the next couple of days, the more I processed what had happened, the more aroused I became. I had all these strange emotions. It was all I could think of every minute of the day. I found myself touching myself several times a day as I thought about what had happened and how it all played out. What had come over me? I decided to continue seeing Alex and see how it went.

About a week later, Alex took me back to the pool. I knew his father was home as it was the weekend and I saw him from a distance. I knew he was watching me. I was aroused once more.

Alex and I never had sex in the pool when we knew his dad was home, but on this day I was so aroused that I jumped him. He tried to resist, but it wasn't like he had any choice in the matter. I made a point of being loud; I wanted his father to hear us. I am sure half the neighbourhood heard me moaning.

A few days later, I decided to go back to the pool alone in the afternoons. The thought of running into his father aroused and consumed me. It was all I could think of. What was wrong with me? I started going earlier in the afternoon, spending more and more time at the pool in hopes of running into him again. Alex had no idea how much time I spent there.

Eventually, one afternoon, I saw his car in the driveway when I arrived. I positioned the lounger closer to the house so that if he did come out, he couldn't miss me. I sat there topless.

His father finally came out into the yard; he stopped and saw me staring at him. He hesitated, but then began to walk towards me. This time I was making eye contact with him as he walked closer. I made no attempt to cover up. I just sat there topless and watched him as he approached. I was tense.The closer he came, the wetter I became. He walked right up to me and, without saying a word, he extended out his hand to me. I took it, and he drew me up and led me into the house.I couldn't wait to fuck him...

He held my tiny hand and led me through the house and up the stairs into his bedroom. I followed him topless, wearing only my bikini bottoms. Not a word was spoken.

The door closed and I stood there, nervous and shaking. I knew we were going to have sex, but this was all new to me. I was dating his son, and this was wrong on so many levels. Yet after our previous encounter, I couldn't stop thinking about him. How he touched me, how he looked at me, how his thick cock felt as it spasmed in my mouth. How I masturbated to the memory every night.

My body was urging me to have sex with him, but my mind had so many doubts and concerns.

He pulled me close and embarrassed me in his big, strong arms. We kissed and I could feel his hard and erect member pushing into me.

He stepped back and finally spoke, "Undress me..."

Sexual tension filled the air. I didn't say anything as I began to unbutton and remove his shirt. I reached in and unbuckled his belt and tugged to drop his pants. He stood there just watching me as I was fixated on the bulge in his boxers. As I removed his underwear, his large, thick cock popped out. He reached for my shoulders and pushed down gently. I took his cue and dropped onto my knees.

He was probably in his late forties and was a large man. I was barely twenty and tiny. His cock was a bit longer and much thicker than his son's.

I had been with older guys before, but this was the first time being with a man my father's age. I was silent and obedient as I took hold of his cock and began sucking him. I recall my small hands could not fit around its circumference. I went to work just like I did the prior week.

After several minutes, he helped me up off my knees and guided me onto the bed. He slid off my bottoms and I spread my legs for him. That morning, I had spent hours shaving and preparing myself for this moment. My pussy was as bald and smooth as a baby's behind. I was ready and looking forward to my older man experience.

He immediately began oral on me. He was wonderful. I later discovered that most older men were great at oral. He took his time and knew exactly what he was doing. Not like the clumsy boys I had previously dated. He soon had me begging for more.

Throughout it all, there was no speaking, just moans and grunts... sounds of sex. I found this so erotic.

He moved over top of me and paused. I was now soaking wet and my heart was racing. My nipples were rock hard and my legs were spread far apart. We locked eyes, and I bit my lip in anticipation. He slowly began to work his thick cock into me. I could feel him slowly stretching me as he plunged deeper and deeper. I gasped as his cock stretched me and ploughed all the way inside of me. Oh my, he was thick.

He was much heavier than the boys I was used to. His weight pressed on me and pinned me down. I was all his. His thrusts into me were much more forceful than I had ever experienced. Again, his weight added to the power of his thrusts. He moved his hips up and down. I had never felt this full before.

He grabbed my young, tight little ass with both hands and leveraged his cock deep into me. He gave me a fantastic and forceful fuck. At that age, I rarely climaxed, but he brought me to a wonderful orgasm. We came together two times that afternoon.

I did notice that his recovery rate between intercourse was much longer than the younger boys I had been with. But the wait was well worth it.

We had a wonderful afternoon of sex. He was very kind and considerate to me. I think his kindness was what drew me to him.

Over the next couple of months, I had sex with him at least two or three times a week. I also continued to date and have sex with Alex. I would find myself daydreaming about the differences and similarities between the two of them. I was so aroused to be having sex with both Alex and his father; it was one of the most erotic things I have ever done.

I eventually broke up with Alex, but I continued to see his father for over two years, not often, but maybe three or four times a year. We kept in touch; we had a special relationship.

I had developed a strong liking for older men. Even to this day, I love older men.