The Game
Sitting across the room on my sofa was an amazingly beautiful girl. How she’s not a model, I haven’t got a clue. Her piercing blue eyes, framed by her dark auburn hair could easily grace any magazine cover. And with her figure, designers should be clamoring for her to walk their runways.
And there she was, sitting cross-legged, sans panties, and none too bashful about allowing me visual access to her thick dark untrimmed bush. Her oversized basketball jersey provided very little coverage of her shapely breasts. And don’t think for a moment that she didn’t know it.
The downside of this narrative is the fact that she is my best friend’s daughter. I’ve known her, her whole life. My God, I even changed her diaper once upon a time.
“Tell me again why you wanted to watch the game with me,” I said.
“My stupid dad forgot to pay the cable bill, and I figured you might be watching.”
“You came prepared, wearing their uniform, I see.”
“Yeah, it’s my dad’s. It doesn’t fit very well, but…”
“It fits just fine,” I said, squirming in my seat. For as much skin that I could see, in my mind she might as well be naked.
I really got scared when I felt the blood rush to my cock, which has been dormant since my wife passed. It did not go unnoticed. She leaped off the couch, stood at my feet, and as she leaned forward onto the arms of my chair, her baggy jersey top hung low enough to give me a bird’s eye view of her breasts.
“So, tell me, when was the last time you had some young pussy?”
I laughed. “Not since I was also young.”
“How would you like to change that?”
“What-what do you mean by that?” I stammered.
She stood back upright, ripped her top off and dropped her shorts to the floor.
“I’m betting that you would like nothing better than to hit this,” she said pointing to herself, “so, what’ya say?” Her eyes dropped to my lap. “It looks like you’re getting interested.”
She was correct about that. My throbbing cock came to life as I was gazing at her naked body. She got down on her knees and unzipped me, and like a wild animal escaping from the zoo, my cock flung free and stood at attention for her.
She put her hand between her legs, then as she raised her fingers to her mouth, she said, “Look at me. I’m already wet for you.”
It had been a long time since I’d been with anybody, and I was afraid that I wouldn’t last long enough to enjoy it.
She wrapped her fingers around my shaft, but a hand job was not what she had on her mind. I didn’t move, I just sat there in a state of disbelief as her head lay on my lap. My fear was about to become reality. My balls were on fire, and I felt like an eruption was imminent. I tapped her on the shoulder, but she continued her mastery of my cock right up to the point that I did my best impression of Mount Vesuvius.
She showed me her face again as she looked up at me and smiled and opened her mouth to let me know that she had swallowed my load.
“You’ve really been saving that up for a while, haven’t you?” she said, “Now let’s see if you remember how to return the pleasure.” She laid down on the sofa and pulled her knees to her ears. “Come on, it’s your turn.”
With each step I lost another article of clothing until I was completely naked by the time I reached her. The next visual will be one forever etched in my brain. Her feet high in the air, and that beautiful face smiling between her legs. She had a thick mass of hair surrounding those luscious pink lips of hers that extended all the way to her backdoor. I had never seen so much hair on a girl.
When I saw her love juices oozing down her crack, I dove right in and went straight for her anus and licked her clean. I parted her hair with my thumbs and found her clitoris. It looked like a microscopic penis. I attacked it, tongue first, then sucked on it like I do nipples. I must’ve been doing something right because she screamed for me not to stop. She let go of her legs and held the back of my head while she humped my mouth. She gasped as I extended my tongue deep into her pussy, causing her flood gates to open, and not only soak my face but saturate the sofa cushion. If that mess wasn’t bad enough, I was jerking off the whole time and unloaded on the carpet.
She looked at the pool of spunk on the floor as we both attempted to catch our breath, and said, “I hope you have something left, because now I want you to fuck me.”
I hadn’t totally recovered yet, but she was ready and got on the floor in front of me and raised her butt in the air. I took full advantage of the opportunity and buried my cock in her pussy. The last thing I wanted to do was to hurt her, but no matter how hard I slammed my cock into her, she yelled for me to pound her harder and faster. I did my best to please her. Luckily, I lasted long enough that she managed several orgasmic screams before her legs gave out and she fell off my cock.
She rolled over, looked up at me with a shit-eaten grin on her face, and asked, “Did you cum yet?”
“Not this time.”
She began to squeeze and pinch her boobs. “Come here, I want to watch you cum all over my tits.”
Masturbating while she watched, was much more enjoyable than alone in the shower. Once again, I reached the point that my balls felt like they were going to explode. They did. I let loose with a stream of hot spunk with such force that I overshot, and it landed on her face.
I tossed her my shirt to clean up with and collapsed back into my chair, totally wasted. She pulled her shorts back up and slipped into her jersey.
She tossed my shirt back at me and said, “Thanks,” as she headed for the door.
“What about the game?” I asked.
“We scored,” she announced as the door slammed shut behind her.
I tilted my chair back, looked down at the head of my cock, and said, “Yes we did.”
