You Know What to Do

I had three encounters with Mr. Graham over a 15-year period.

The Graham family belonged to the same church as us and 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. My father and Mr. Graham grew up together in the church and were best friends.

Lindsay Graham was my age, and since our parents were close friends, we grew up together. We often had weekend sleepovers at each other's houses.

We graduated from playing with dolls to playing with boys as we grew older. 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 met a couple of guys 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 a couple of hours 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 somehow managed to sneak him out of the house while distracting her mom. Being in a back room in the basement, I didn't hear her parents come home.

Things were moving fast with me and my new friend. 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.

As he began to ejaculate, 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 that her parents were on their way 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. I froze like a dear in the headlights. How long was he standing there? He must have been watching for a while. My mind was racing. The last sound of the door that I heard was over five minutes ago. Oh my gawd, was he watching that entire time? Shit, I have cum all over my face. I

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 as he walked towards me. 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 the 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 stoic 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. I wanted to go home and hide in my bed and pretend like this never happened.

After the spanking, he held me there over his lap for what seemed like several minutes. There was silence. He stroked 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 that I was wet. Yes, I was soaking wet. My pants were soaked. I must admit, the spanking did arouse me in a strange way.

As I lay over his lap with my ass up in the air and my bare breasts dangling over Mr. Graham's knees, I felt a sense of arousal. As Mr. Graham was running his hands over my ass, soothing my beet red 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 for 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. Holy shit, I just about crapped. Was this really happening? What's he doing? He took out his cock, which was large and hard. I couldn't believe what was happening; 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 boy's cock that I just finished sucking. My mind was racing. 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 rested 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 member 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 his cock. I recall thinking about how my hand couldn't even reach around his thick 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. I felt his cock twinge and stiffen up as he played with my breasts. It was strange and awkward to think Mr. Graham was aroused by my boobs.

I began bobbing my head over the head of his cock as he gently held my head. The shock was wearing off and I began to get into it. I tried to convince myself that it didn't matter who's cock this was, I knew what was expected of me... I knew what to do to get out of this situation. So, in an act of defiance, I began to give Mr. Graham what he wanted.

With my tiny fingers wrapped tightly around his cock, I began to stroke him fast as I sucked on the top portion of his cock. I began to moan and ran my tongue up and down his shaft. I squeezed his big sagging ball sack. In the ultimate act of defiance, I began to suck on his hairy balls, first one and then the other in my mouth. I could hear Mr. Graham moan in pleasure as I'm sure he was getting much more than he expected. Yes, I was being a total and complete slut for Mr. Graham.

I sensed he was close, so I opened my eyes and watched him as he trembled and shook before erupting in my mouth. I made no attempt to pull away from his cock; in fact, I tried to take him deeper into my mouth as my saliva poured out of my mouth. He held my head in place as he emptied a very large load into my mouth. His cock was so thick that 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 out around his cock and dripped down my chin and over my breasts. It felt warm as it dripped down over me.

I gasped for air and aggressively attacked his spasming cock as it continued to sputter out his semen. I licked and sucked on his cock like a cheap whore. We were now both moaning in pleasure and gasping for air.

Mr. Graham stepped back and we locked eyes. I could see the surprise on his face, or was it shock? I licked my lips and fingers clean as we stared at each other. I reached for his hand and used his finger to scoop up some of the cum on my face and put it in my mouth. I instinctively sucked his finger. My rebellious streak was letting him know, "Yes, I do know what to do."

Without being asked, I continued to lick his limp cock clean. I could tell he wasn't expecting this. I looked up at him, my face covered in a mixture of saliva and cum, and gave him a sly smile, letting him know that his secret was safe with me. I remained topless on my knees 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 long time, cleaning up and trying to compose myself. I thought about what had just happened. Did I just have sex with Mr. Graham? It was so surreal. Before that day, 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 looked 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 back.

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

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The second encounter

Fast-forward about five years.

My parents were known for their parties. They always had parties in the basement recreation room since I was a small child. I didn't socialize with them, as it was an older crowd of church people. My role 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 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 had 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 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. I did recall his massive 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 digging into my ass. I was weak. The wine had liberated me...I reached behind to rub his crotch through his pants. The thought that his wife, my parents, and all those church people were in the house only made it more erotic and exciting. 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 vigour 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 girl. 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 five 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 have masturbated to this scenario many times. For five 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 and now he was about to be inside of me. I was wet and ready for him.

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 vigour than I had expected. I watched in the bathroom mirror as Mr. Graham rammed his cock hard and deep into me. He reached up and put his hand over my mouth and pulled my head up. I suppose I was getting loud from the wonderful pounding he was giving me.

I could tell Mr. Graham was getting tired, so I stopped him and told him to lie down on the floor. I wanted to ride him so I could look him in the face.

I whispered to him, "Let me fuck you, Mr. Graham."

I positioned myself over his flag pole and slowly lowered myself onto him. As I did, I looked down to watch how his cock slowly parted my lips and entered me. I slid down his cock all the way to the base. I paused momentarily to feel how nice it felt to be filled by Mr. Graham. I squeezed his cock with my vagina and began to move up and down on his throbbing cock. Mr. Graham was enjoying my young breasts as he playfully teased my nipples and sucked on them.

We then locked eyes as I began to fuck Mr. Graham. Yes, it was me doing all the fucking now. First with slow up and down movements to feel every inch of his wonderful member and then slowly picking up the pace so his cock was thrusting deep inside of me. I masterfully rode him. Slow, fast, hard, slow again to draw out the experience for both of us. I wanted it to last forever.

"Oh mercy..." he moaned in a deep voice. I responded with an "Oh, fuck me harder, cum inside of me Mr. Graham, cum..."

I pressed myself firmly against his cock as we both began to spasm and orgasm together.I dug my nails into his chest as I lost all control.

"OH FUCK, YES... YES..." I cried out, forgetting the house was full of guests.

I felt his sperm shoot deep inside of me filling me with his warm seed. Mr. Wilson was now a part of me. His seed absorbed by my wanton body. I squeezed my vagina on his cock to milk every last drop of his seed. It was important to me to have all his seed inside of me.

The thought of Mr. Graham's sperm deep inside of me caused me to have multiple orgasms. I remained mounted on him as my entire body was in spasm and trembling. I had never experienced anything like it before. Mr. Graham was impressed, as was I.

He was kind and gentle with 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. I might as well have 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 is in his fifties now. He got dressed and went downstairs 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 extraordinary encounters I've ever had. Even years later, I still use that memory to masturbate.

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

About ten years after our second encounter, many things came to light about my mother. I suspected 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 thought anything about it back then.

Years later, when I discovered my mom was cheating on my dad, I slowly started to put things together. Was it possible that Mr. Graham and my mother were having an affair? It aroused me to no end, thinking that maybe both my mother and I had sex with Mr. Graham. I couldn't get the thought out of my mind. I wanted answers. I knew Mr. Graham was getting on in age, but I wanted to see him one last time. I had unfinished business with Mr. Graham.

I managed to sneak Mr. Graham's 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 ten 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 always kind to me when I was a child and others would make fun of me.

I knocked on the motel room door. He opened it and I walked in. He looked much older than I remembered. I suppose ten years is a long time. He was now in his sixties. 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.

I felt that my mother was a mystery to me. There was so much I didn't know about her as she was always very secretive. I was prepared to hear anything.

Mr. Graham was honest with me. When he began talking, he blew me away. He told me he had known my mother since they were young. They dated off and on through their teenage years. They both lost their virginity to each other. He told me my mother broke up with him when they were about eighteen. His heart never healed. She was the love of his life. I thought I was prepared to hear anything but wow.