My best friends dad tried to fuck me, and I let him

When my best friend Alice and I got accepted to the same university, we realised we'd have to drive overnight to get there. Alice's dad insisted on driving with us, because it was too dangerous for two 19-year-old girls to go alone.

Alice's dad was great, like a second father to me. I'd known him since Alice and I met at school as little kids. I'd slept over at their house hundreds of times. I'd spent summers swimming in their pool. I'd been on holiday with her whole family.

I'd also seen her dad angry only a couple of times and for good reason. He could be intimidating simply due to his size and build. He was tall with broad shoulders and strong arms and legs from lots of hands-on labour. He had a real can-do attitude and spent weekends on projects around the house. He'd dug and installed their pool, built their deck and renovated their kitchen and bathrooms. If there was something he wanted, he figured out how to make it happen.

As stern as he sometimes seemed, he was always very kind and friendly to me. When I slept over as a kid he'd give me a kiss goodnight on my forehead that gave me butterflies in my tummy long before I knew what was happening.

I remember the times I hurt myself as a kid — he'd sweep me up in his arms like I weighed nothing and before I knew it my tears had turned to giggles.

Alice and I are not just best friends either; we were each other's first orgasm with another person. And we've continued hooking up ever since. We're both very sexual and have had threesomes together with both guys and other girls. Alice once asked if she could fuck my older brother and I let her.

We've also fucked much older guys and once, while talking about it, the topic of dads came up. I offhandedly mentioned that I'd fuck her dad if she let me. She laughed and said he would never. I agreed. I asked again if she would mind, more out of curiosity than anything. She thought for a moment and said it would be a bit weird. I reminded her that it wasn't much weirder than her fucking my brother. She laughed and tried to argue that it was different because it was her dad. I had to agree to that and again reminded her that she'd slept with a dad before, just not mine. She paused while she thought about it. And then agreed that as long as it was just sex it made sense.

I wasn't planning on it either but I knew certain things he did stirred things deep inside me. After sports, him casually smacking me on the bum like he did to Alice made me blush and sent blood rushing to my pussy at the same time. His big hugs where he'd squeeze me so tight he squashed my boobs against his chest and leant back just enough to lift my feet off the ground and make me laugh.

We packed Alice's car and headed off, her dad driving, Alice in front and me in the backseat, which was great because I could get some sleep through the boring parts. We stopped and switched a few times, rotating the driving and navigating, taking turns napping in the back seat.

It started to get dark after driving all day and we pulled into the little town where we were staying for the night. The town was very small; you could stand at one end of the main road and see the other end of the town on the other.

Alice's dad had booked us a BnB. It was a beautiful old building, but small, just enough for one night. We quickly realised there was an issue though. The sleeper couch Alice's dad had planned on sleeping on was half the size it looked in the pictures. I was uncomfortable just looking at it; there was no way he was going to fit his six-foot-2 frame on it without most of his legs dangling on the floor. It was more suited to kids.

He insisted it was fine. Alice and I laughed at his obvious attempt to tough it out. It was cold and the sleeper couch pulled out onto the tile floor. His weight completely compressed the foam to the point where he was basically lying on the floor. He was going to be freezing. And after driving for hours he deserved a good night's sleep.

I was the one to suggest he just share the queen-size bed with us. Alice agreed immediately. It was going to be a cosy fit, but with it as cold as it was, that was a good thing.

The guy who gave us the key also apologised for the hot water heater being quite small and old. There was probably just enough water for very quick showers. This time Alice suggested her dad shower first and then we'd shower together after. Again he tried to let us go first but it was the least we could do after he'd done most of the driving.

Alice and I sat on the bed, which was at one end of the room with the TV and sleeper couch on the other. We ate the fast food dinner we'd picked up coming into town and flicked through the handful of channels while her dad showered. He was done in only a couple of minutes and emerged from the steamy ensuite in a shirt and sweatpants. It was obvious from his swinging bulge that he wasn't wearing any underwear.

Alice and I were next. We stripped down and hopped in the shower. The hot water running down our bare backs felt as good as a massage after all day in the car. We soaped each other up and it wasn't long before we were kissing. The hot wet warmth of our tongues felt even better and we held each other close. We tried to position ourselves so we were both under the water, and warmed the rest of our bodies by letting our hands roam. We rubbed and squeezed each other's asses and sucked and licked each other's nipples. We found the extra wetness between each other's legs and fingered each other. We came, moaning into each other's mouths, careful not to make too much noise.

Alice put on her winter PJs — a fitted long-sleeve shirt with three little buttons on the front and matching long pants that hugged her slender thighs. I just wore a long-sleeve shirt and sweatpants.

It was still early but already quite cold. I was a little self-conscious that my nipples were pretty obvious under the fabric of my shirt. Alice's were too; we hadn't expected it to be this cold.

Alice's dad was already sitting in bed, under the covers, watching TV. It was the warmest place to be. We climbed into bed with him, Alice in the middle. There wasn't much to watch and Alice drifted off first.

Sitting there in bed, within arm's reach of Alice's dad felt weirdly tense. He was so close I could smell him. His freshly washed hair mixed with his familiar scent. The same smell I recognised from every hug we'd ever shared. The same scent that filled Alice's treehouse when he sat with us, sweaty after he'd just finished building it. This time it lingered; it was right there. It was intoxicating.

We didn't say much. I suddenly felt a little nervous and shy around him for the first time ever. When he moved I felt it through the mattress. We weren't sharing a bed "like that" but my brain didn't care. The idea of my body moving because of his sent a hopeful shiver up my spine.

I made myself more comfortable by lying down next to Alice and pulling the covers up. The last thing I remember as I drifted off to sleep was Alice's dad turning off the TV and then the bedside light. Then it was dark, besides the soft yellow street light shining through the window from across the road. I felt the mattress shift as he turned on his side to face me, Alice fast asleep between us. All I could see was his silhouette; I couldn't tell if his eyes were open, watching me watch him. I closed my eyes and listened to the soft ticking of the clock and his breathing in the otherwise silent dark.

The bed was surprisingly comfortable, or I was just really tired. I was fast asleep. I vaguely remember someone getting out of bed and then hearing them pee. I must have rolled over because they got back into the bed on my other side, meaning I was now in the middle.

What felt like hours later, still mostly asleep, I became aware of the faintest sensation. Something was just barely touching my inner thigh. I listened to try and understand my unfamiliar surroundings in the dark. I recognised Alice's breathing. She was in front of me now, facing me on her side. I could barely make out her face in the soft light.

That meant Alice's dad was behind me.

I couldn't hear his breathing. Was it his knee or thigh brushing against mine? It couldn't be; it was too direct, too specific. I felt it again, barely touching but definitely moving up the back of my thigh. I shifted slightly, thinking it was just the covers and it would stop. It did.

And then a few moments later, there it was again. Higher this time, closer to my ass. My heartbeat kicked into gear; a wave of shocked panic and excitement lit up every nerve in my body. I was wide awake. Heart pounding. I must be dreaming. I moved my hips away.

He shifted forward. I could smell him. I could feel his breath on my neck. His body heat, his chest against my back. Maybe he thought I was Alice. Maybe he was just trying to snuggle.

I shivered uncontrollably. Head to toe. I wasn't cold; it was pure adrenaline coursing through my veins. Alice was right there. I could still smell the toothpaste on her breath. What if she woke up? I couldn't ruin a lifelong friendship the day before we moved into a dorm together!

I felt it again, this time less subtle. Stroking right up between my thighs. I had to know. I reached between my thighs to feel what it was. Our fingertips touched.

Oh fuck.

Alice's dad was touching me! What do I do? What do I say? I can't — I'll wake Alice.

Maybe he'll stop now.

There it is! One of his thick fingers dragging gently over the fabric of my sweatpants. Pressing against the length of my slit. I was embarrassed that I was soaking wet already. I could feel the fabric cling to my warm wetness.

Again! What felt like two fingers now. Pressing and rubbing. Spreading my lips; my sweatpants were soaked through now. Warm and slimy, like a second skin.

I struggled to control my breathing. If Alice was awake and listening it would sound like I was having a nightmare.

Enough! I reached back and grabbed his thick wrist and moved his hand to my hip. Just snuggling was OK. He could do that.

He didn't move for a few seconds. Then he slid his hand onto my ass and squeezed a handful, hard. I didn't want to but I arched my back, pushing my ass back into him.

I turned my head. "Alice!" I whispered as quietly as possible while still making a sound. Hoping he'd understand.

His lips were right next to my ear. I could feel his breath.

"Shhh," he whispered softly. It sounded half like an instruction and half like an attempt to reassure me. To calm me down. By now my heart pounding in my chest was loud enough that I could hear it.

He took my earlobe in his mouth with his lips. Hot and wet, he sucked.

I stifled a moan, and desperately hoped it sounded like a dream-like one, not the involuntary sexual desire one that it was.

He put his hand on my lower back. He was careful now. The silence was so thick even shifting covers sounded like waves. His hand was warm as it slid over my ass. Finally he found my desperate pussy. He slid two fingers up and down the length of my hot slippery lips, inner and outer. Meanwhile I was biting down on my sleeve, trying to breathe as quietly as possible and slowly failing.

I reached back and grabbed his wrist again and held it back. Not quite sure what to do, I kept it there while I tried to control my breathing. He pushed forward again and I let him, still holding his wrist. He deftly parted my lips and found my fluttering hole.

Slowly he pressed deeper, first one finger and then two. My pussy clenched on his fingers with every millimetre, sucking him in. I was too close to fight it. I pulled his wrist, forcing his fingers as deep inside me as they could go. At the same time slamming my hips back against him, hoping Alice would think I was just shifting in my sleep.

I came instantly, and hard. I buried my face in my pillow to mask my ragged breaths. My back arched again. My whole body stiff. Warm waves of absolute bliss flooded my brain as all he could do was rub exactly the right spot inside me.

When he whispered "shhh" this time, I knew it meant I had been louder than I realised.

Alice shifted and we froze. Not a sound except for the ticking clock, my beating heart and catching breath. It must have been minutes before we moved again.

I let go of his wrist and he slowly pulled his fingers out of my still twitching pussy. I could smell my sex; it was undeniable.

I felt him move behind me. He tried to push my sweatpants down and I knew what he wanted next. I could feel it poking my ass.

"We can't," I whispered.

"Why?" he whispered back.

"Alice!" I answered, barely audible. Hoping my tone was communicating more than the single word.

"I'll go slow..." he pleaded.

Slowly but deliberately my sweatpants were pulled to my knees before I could stop them.

It wasn't him.

It was Alice. Our eyes met in the dark. I didn't think my heart could beat faster.

He thought it was me and didn't hesitate. He pressed the hot blunt head of his cock against my entrance. It slid in slowly and smoothly, my stretching hole providing the only resistance. I reached back again, finding enough thick, hard, veiny shaft to wrap my fingers around even though half was already in me. I found his hand and held it against my breast.

Alice slid her hand up my thigh to my ass and spread me open. The last few inches sank into me until I felt his balls against my thighs. His breathing was shallow now.

"Shhh," I whispered, smirking in the dark.

He had no idea Alice was awake and listening. We stayed still until my pussy had adjusted to his girth.

And then ever so slowly he began to pull out and then push back in, slow, deliberate, quiet thrusts. His scent filled my nostrils as he filled me. I felt him on all sides. Every slow thrust felt longer and deeper than the last. I was in heaven.

At one point he sped up a little too much, making my pussy queef. We froze, made sure Alice was still "asleep," and then he buried himself in me again. The familiar ache began to build and I firmly rocked my hips back into his, meeting his slow, deep thrusts with perfect rhythm. I gripped his hand tight, buried my face in my pillow and moaned as I came hard.

My whole body tensed up then jerked and trembled uncontrollably, while I kept fucking my hips against his. There was no way Alice was sleeping through this, but she played along.

He couldn't hold back any longer and made a guttural sound into the back of my neck as he placed his hand over my mouth. I felt every throb stretch me a little more as he emptied his mature balls, pumping me full of cum.

I could feel his sweaty crotch and coarse pubes against my asshole as he lay there still balls deep inside me.

He leaned over carefully and kissed my cheek. We stayed like that in the dark for probably five minutes. Just listening to the clock tick, our breathing return to normal and the earliest birds begin to chirp.

His cock started to soften and I felt him slowly pull out, immediately followed by a thick stream of hot cum down my ass that seemed to never end. Within a couple of minutes he was asleep.

Alice leant forward and kissed me so passionately I thought I just might cum again. Then she rolled over and wrapped my arm around her as I melted into the bed completely satisfied.