Dad's Best Friend

My Dad's Best Friend

By Blarg the Destroyer

Author's Note: This is my first story ever. I know it is far from perfect. I wrote this mostly to serve as a test for my writing style. Please let me know your thoughts and criticism.

*****

Summer sunlight cut through the trees along the highway as Mark Reynolds drove to Jack Smith's house. Jack was his best friend from college. They had not seen each other in years. Now that they were both fifty, the visit felt overdue.

His phone buzzed in the center console. Jack.

Mark picked up.

"Hey man, I'm about an hour from your place."

"That's great! I can't wait to see you. It'll be like old times," Jack replied.

"Ha! I hope not. We got into a lot of trouble back then," Mark said.

"You don't have to worry about that. The wife's gone for a work trip. Molly's home from school, but you know how that is. She'll be out half the time. It'll mostly be us," Jack assured.

They stayed on the phone for several minutes, falling into the old rhythm from college.

Mark glanced at the rearview mirror. Salt-and-pepper hair. The same face, older. For fifty, he looked good, and he knew it. He was unmarried and used to a quiet life. Jack had never made a thing of that. That was part of why they still got along.

Two weeks in Jack's house sounded relaxing. A daughter home from college did not change that.

*****

The front door was open before Mark could even ring the doorbell. Jack took one of the bags out of his hand before he could argue and ushered Mark inside.

"Leave it, leave it. You're a guest," Jack said.

The house was bigger than Mark had pictured. High ceiling, wood floors, a staircase that turned at a landing and kept going. He set his other bag down and rolled his shoulder. At six-foot-three he always felt the drive in his back first. Jack came up to his shoulder and looked like the years had treated him softer.

They stood in the foyer and fell into it anyway. Work. The wife's trip. How long two weeks could stretch if they felt like it. Mark was halfway through a sentence about the highway when Jack turned his head toward the stairs.

"Molly! Come say hi. Mark's here."

A beautiful woman slowly appeared and started walking down the stairs.

She was twenty. He would have guessed it even without knowing who she was. Long black hair that flowed loosely down her back. Emerald-green eyes that found him before she reached the landing. 5'5", if that, with an oval face and fair skin and the kind of athletic body that did not happen by accident. He remembered Jack saying something about her playing volleyball. She had an hourglass figure. Tight waist, hips that flared, tits that made the waist look smaller.

She was wearing a pink crop top, spaghetti straps, cut high enough to show a tight, toned stomach. The top was losing a fight with her 32DD chest. She had full, heavy, gravity-defying cleavage that sat high on her chest. Low-rise mini denim shorts sat under the flare of her hips, showing off her firm, round ass, toned thighs, and slender calves.

Molly saw him and felt the little click she always felt when an attractive guy was looking at her. He was tall. Older. Handsome in a way the boys at school were not. Salt-and-pepper hair and a broad chest. She thought, wow, he's cute, and her body did what it always did. She pressed her arms in against the sides of her breasts as she came off the last step, enough to shove them up and in until the pink fabric threatened to give up.

She knew what she was doing and she liked it. At school she wore less than this to parties and never went home alone. She never said no to anything in the bedroom. She liked the look on the guys' faces when they found that out. None of that mattered in her father's foyer. This was Dad's friend. Teasing him would be fun. Anything else would be stupid.

"You must be my dad's friend," she said.

Mark swallowed. "Ye--yes. I am."

She stopped in front of him and had to tip her head back. The top of her head would have fit under his chin. She made a point of that. She let her eyes go up the front of his shirt, slow, and left them on his mouth.

"It's nice to meet you, Mr....?" She dragged the last sound out and bit her lower lip. The look she gave him from under her lashes was not a daughter's look.

"Just Mark," he said, barely getting it out. The collar of his shirt felt tight around his neck. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Molly."

His eyes dropped to her breasts. He told them not to, but they did it anyway. He pulled his gaze up and found her watching him do it.

Jack stood three feet away and saw none of it.

"Molly, this is Mark. I told you about him. He's my best friend from college. He's staying with us a couple of weeks."

Molly's eyes went down Mark's body without any shame at all. She bit her lip again like she was tasting the thought.

"A couple of weeks?" she said. "Lucky us."

She did not expect it to go anywhere. He was her father's best friend after all. Not to mention he was thirty years older than her. However, watching men react to her was half the reason she dressed like this. The other half was that she liked being looked at.

Jack started talking again, catching Mark up on all the things he missed. Mark barely heard a single word Jack said. Molly stayed in the foyer and did not go back up the stairs. She folded her arms under her breasts and lifted them another inch. The fabric of her top looked like it was about to burst. When Mark glanced over, she was already looking at his face, green eyes bright, mouth still wet from where she had bitten it. She looked at him like she knew exactly what she was doing.

He tried to keep his cock down. If Jack saw it, the visit was over. The friendship too. He desperately tried to think about anything else other than the hot coed in front of him but he couldn't. He lost anyway.

"I'm going to let you two catch up," Molly said at last, still looking at Mark. "I'll be upstairs getting ready to go out."

She slowly walked up the stairs. Mark watched her hips sway with each step. The way her ass flexed as she walked held him until she turned at the landing and disappeared.

The foyer felt bigger once she was gone. He could breathe again. The temptation of her breasts was no longer three feet in front of him. The problem in his pants was.

"Come on," Jack said, already heading down the hall, oblivious. "I'll give you the tour. Living room's this way."

Mark picked up his bag and held it in front of his hips and followed.

*****

Later that night, Mark found himself hanging out with Jack in the backyard. Behind them, the house was quiet as Molly was out with friends. It was just two guys sitting in chairs, drinking beers, and talking about their lives.

"I gotta go to the bathroom," Mark said, breaking up the conversation.

Jack waved him off with the bottle. "You know where it is."

The house felt bigger with no one in it. Mark walked up the stairs and entered the bathroom that sat between the guest room and Molly's room. It was a nice, jack-and-jill with a glass shower. He shut the door behind him and stood over the toilet, making the mistake of not locking the door. Something that would soon change his world.

When he finished peeing, he was still holding himself, half thinking about Molly without meaning to. Then the door opened.

"Oh my God!" Molly was standing in the doorway, clearly shocked. Not from there being a man in the bathroom. She was shocked at what he had in his hand.

Mark's circumcised cock was hanging heavy and soft between his thighs, long even in its current state, and her eyes went straight to it. Her pussy clenched so hard it almost bent her knees. Her nipples hardened and pushed through the front of her dress.

"Oh, fuck." Mark's stomach dropped. I'm dead. Jack is going to kill me.

He looked at her. She was wearing a baby-blue mini dress with an open back and a neckline that plunged between her breasts and did not pretend to be doing anything else. The thin spaghetti straps held her 32DDs up and together until there was a deep, tight valley down the middle. Her lusty green eyes were lined with purple eyeliner that made them pop.

His cock twitched in his hand. Blood started pumping and the veins on the surface slowly filled.

Molly's hand was still on the doorknob. Her heart was going too fast for how much she had had to drink. A soft gasp escaped her ruby red lips at the sight of his cock starting to rise. She bit her lip, stepped in, and closed the door. The lock clicked.

"Wait. No! Get out of here before your dad sees you."

She ignored him, walking closer. Even drunk, her strut was sexy. She crossed the gap between them until his cock was inches from the front of that blue dress. By then his cock was fully erect, thirteen inches standing up off his body. Her face tipped down with a look that was half awe and half are you kidding me.

Breaking her gaze away from his cock, she looked up at him like she had already decided on what was going to happen. She licked her lips and knelt in front of Mark.

"Molly..." Mark started saying.

She peeled his pants down to his ankles. Up close her eyes went wide. Mark's cock was a problem. Thirteen inches long and as wide as a soda can. It did not look real in the cheap light of the bathroom. A thick vein pulsed along the length. He could feel her breath on the head. It was warm and a little ragged.

Still holding the waistband of his pants, she said, "You're like... soooo big. I've never seen one so big before."

"What are you doing?" he asked.

She did not answer. His cock bobbed under her nose. The smell of him hit her and her mouth opened without her telling it to. It was the manliest smell she had ever experienced. Molly could feel the heat emanating from it, as well. She held up her forearm alongside it and gasped again. His cock was longer than her forearm and thicker than her wrist.

Under the shaft his balls hung full and heavy. The sight of them made her arousal flow. I wonder how much cum he's got in those. She lifted one in her palm, just to feel the weight, then let it go. It was heavy and full of cum.

Her right hand wrapped around his cock just under the head. Her left found the base. Her fingers did not meet. There were at least two inches of gap between thumb and fingertips. The skin was hot. Veins beat against her grip. A thick clear drop of precum welled at the slit and dripped onto the tile.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Reynolds," she said it to his cock.

"What?" he asked, clearly confused.

The heat of her hands was already destroying his resistance.

"For teasing you earlier." Her voice had gone low. "If I had known you had this in your pants, I would have done more."

She leaned in and spit on the head. She rubbed it in with her palm until her saliva and his precum made a wet shine over the head, then down. She had seen a lot of cocks. Rubbed them, sucked them, fucked them. The biggest before this had been seven inches, and it had belonged to a boy who did not know what to do with it. This was not the same.

Her small hands stroked him hard. She used her spit to lubricate it, making a slick sound that filled the bathroom.

"Molly. You... you need to stop. Before your dad finds us," he begged her.

"Oh, please." She did not look worried. "Like you haven't been thinking about fucking me since you got here. I know what my teasing does to men."

He could not lie to himself. He had been thinking about it since the foyer. Hearing her say it out loud put a spark of anger through the panic. She had done it on purpose. She had stood next to her father and done it on purpose.

"Do you even think it'll fit in my mouth?"

She looked up into his face, with the most innocent look, then wrapped her mouth around the head and hummed, satisfied. "Mmm." Molly loved the taste. Her lips stretched wide around the tip.

"Fuck, Molly... that feels... amazing," he moaned.

Molly's face blushed from the compliment, but she couldn't stop herself from sucking on the tasty cock. She concentrated on the urges and needs of her own body while she sucked her dad's friend. She bobbed her head on his cock a few times before pulling off of him. Holding his cock up against her face, she kissed the underside.

It won't stop growing, she thought.

Mark watched as she ran her tongue over his cock and worked her way down to his balls, licking them all over. One after the other, she sucked them into her mouth.

"Oooohhh," Mark sighed as her hot mouth enveloped and caressed his balls. When she was satisfied, she ran her tongue back up the cock to the tip.

"You need to stop." He barely got it out. Never in a million years would he have even thought about touching Jack's daughter in a sexual manner. Until tonight. Her slutty ways changed that.

"Aww, Mr. Reynolds. Please don't make me stop," she teased him with her innocent voice while her hands made circling strokes. "I've sucked a lot of cock. I've never sucked one this big." As if that were a reason. "All the college boys I've been with have small ones and no idea what to do with them. They were boys. You..." she squeezed him, "... this is a man's cock."

She took him back into her mouth. She tried not to gag and failed. She pushed forward, chasing a couple more inches. She managed to take four inches until his cock pushed against the entrance to her throat. Tears formed in the corners of her eyes and the purple liner started to run. She started bobbing on his cock. Each time his tip hit the entrance to her throat and went no further.

Mark's head went back, his eyes shut tight. It was every man's wet dream to have a twenty-year-old suck his cock and here Mark was with his friend's daughter on her knees in her father's house.

He looked down and watched her. Molly couldn't help herself. She sucked his cock with loud slurps. It was like she was unafraid of being caught.

"That all you got?" His voice came out rougher than he meant. "I thought you'd done this before."

The insult activated Molly's competitive streak. She relaxed her throat and tried to swallow more of his cock.

"MMMMPH!" she gasped as his head pushed past the entrance of her throat. Two more inches pushed down her throat which locked down around him like a vice. Tears streamed down her face as the sound of her gagging filled the small bathroom. Mark's groans goaded her to try even harder and she did.

Molly's eyes bulged as she forced seven, eight, nine inches of his rod into her mouth. Moans vibrated down her throat. The tip visibly bulged in her throat as it went deeper. Saliva ran in streams down her chin, dripping onto her breasts. "MMGM! GLG! GLP! MMMMLG!" Molly grunted, choking on his cock.

She kept trying and soon, she had taken him to the hilt. She looked up at him with those green eyes like she had made her point. Then she closed her eyes and started to bob. Up and down, she swallowed his cock whole. Sucking on his thick cock was all-consuming. She loved worshipping cock this way. It was scrambling her mind.

If sucking his cock feels this good, I can't wait to fuck it, she thought.

"Oh fuck, that's it," Mark gasped. Damn, she's sucking the life out of my cock, he thought.

The praise made her body tingle with pride and pleasure. Her nipples ached and her clit throbbed. Her black thong was soaked. She could feel her arousal running down her inner thighs. She moaned around him and bobbed faster on his cock. The sound vibrated around his shaft and Mark moaned even louder.

Knock. Knock. Knock. Jack's voice then called out from the other side of the door. "Mark? You all right in there? Need anything?"

Oh, shit. The sounds of her slurping and gagging on his cock echoed in the room. Can he hear us? he thought.

Molly did not stop. If anything, she got wetter. Her father's voice on the other side of the door while she had his best friend's cock down her throat sent a hard pulse through her pussy. A thin line of her juices slid down her thigh and onto the floor.

Mark swallowed and tried to sound normal.

"No. I'm good. Thanks." He weaved his fingers into her hair as he replied. He held her head still and fucked her face. Saliva was flung out in ropes from her mouth.

"All right. Holler if you need something. I'm going back outside," Jack replied, seemingly accepting his answer.

Mark could just barely make out Jack's footsteps fade into the distance.

Molly had not stopped sucking his cock, slurping loudly on the shaft. The cock overwhelmed her senses. Looking down at her, even like that, she still had that clean, almost innocent face. Except her eyeliner was running down her face and her mouth was shiny with a mixture of her saliva and his precum. Her eyes remained fixed on him.

"That's it, slut. Worship my cock," he moaned. He tried regulating his breathing, keeping his voice steady.

"MMMM." She moaned around his cock again. Mark's new dominant persona made her pussy quiver. She loved being treated like a whore. But she wanted to win.

Mark pushed her head back and forth on his rod. Molly's eyes rolled up into her head as the huge cock battered and stretched her throat.

"You are a slut," he gasped. "You were made to suck big cock."

She pulled off his cock and kissed the head, looking into his eyes with the sluttiest look he had ever seen. In one swift motion, she dragged the blue dress up and off revealing her braless breasts and black thong. Her young, heavy breasts did not sag even a little. She watched his face when the dress hit the floor.

Let's see what he does with these, she thought, pinching her nipples.

Jesus Christ, he thought. His jaw was slack from the view before him.

She went back to sucking his cock with a smile and a wet mouth, but Mark wanted more. He put a hand on her shoulder and pushed her until her back arched and her chest came up, then laid his cock in the valley between her breasts. She understood what he wanted. Both hands gathered her tits around his cock and squeezed.

The soft warmth of them made him moan. She then rubbed them up and down the spit-slick shaft, smiling in glee. Mark began sliding his cock back and forth between them. She was caught off guard when his golf ball sized cock head hit her chin, then her mouth. Never had she tit-fucked such a large cock before.

"You like that? You like my tits around your cock?" she taunted.

He grunted in response, grabbing the back of her head and holding the tip to her dick-sucking lips. She eagerly accepted it into her mouth with a greedy, muffled sound.

"Yes," Mark grunted, feeling her warm mouth envelop his cock again.

"MMMMPH!" Molly moaned. The lust filled coed enjoyed the feeling of a big cock between her boobs. He reached down and pinched and pulled on her nipples, eliciting more moans from the big cock worshiping girl.

The bathroom was filled with grunting, moaning, and loud slurps as the young emerald-eyed vixen worked on Mark's cock. Her body was on fire with heated lust. She sucked harder, tits still gripping his shaft, spit running down to her knuckles. He swelled in her throat until she thought for one stupid second that he might get stuck there, and she was not afraid of it. She found his balls again and squeezed.

"I'm gonna cum. Fuck. Yes, slut..."

She worked him faster, dying to taste his load. His cock head throbbed in her throat. With a roar, he erupted. Molly's eyes rolled up in her head as thick ropes of hot cum flooded her throat. She wanted to scream out with joy, but she didn't want to remove his cock from her lips.

He pulled back so only the head of his cock was in her mouth. With each eruption, his cock bucked in her mouth. Every rope struck the back of her throat, filling her mouth with his seed. She swallowed, gulping down as much of his warm cum as she could. The rich salty taste was addictive. She swallowed as much as she could but she could not keep up with his cum. It surged from her mouth and flowed down her chin, dripping onto her tits in heavy splashes.

This was too much for the little coed. Molly lost control, shuddering as she came. A gush of her juices leaked between her thighs and panties creating a puddle on the floor.

"Oh, FUCK!" she moaned. It was barely audible with the cock in her mouth.

Mark watched as she writhed beneath him. She went slack, held upright only by his rough grip on her hair.

"Good girl." He pushed her mouth off his cock and started spraying her with sperm. She grabbed him with both hands and painted herself with his load. His cock throbbed in her hand with every pulse of cum firing from its tip. She made sure to milk every last drop onto her chest and face.

Even after the last ropes stopped, more cum poured out of the tip like a river. As it slowed to a trickle, he sat down on the closed toilet lid. His cock hung over the edge of the toilet seat, a thin line of his semen dripping to the floor. Molly, still on her knees, held her cum covered breasts like she did not want to waste a drop of his seed.

"God, I'm so horny," she moaned. Molly could feel a rope of cum slipping down her breast. She scooped it off with her finger and licked it clean. "Yummmmm."

"Thanks," he said, still stupid from cumming.

Molly grabbed his cock and leaned forward, licking the tip clean of cum.

She gave one last satisfied "MMMM," before removing his cock from her mouth. Then, with an elegance that Mark did not understand, she stood up and looked at herself in the mirror. She was absolutely plastered in cum. A thick layer covered her face and breasts. Even her hair did not escape the onslaught. The delicious taste of his cum lingered on her tongue.

Molly was impressed by Mark's performance. He had cum enough to fill a bucket. She had never seen one man produce so much cum before. Turning to him, she said "I'm going to shower. But... be ready. I'm going to need that again."

She sexily swayed her hips as she walked to the shower. As she made it to the glass door, she bent over, giving him an amazing view of her round ass, and slipped her thong off. Then entered the shower.

The haze over Mark's mind lasted until she entered the shower.

"Molly..." He started to say, feeling free from her slutty ways, but he couldn't finish his sentence.

She was now facing him in the shower, rubbing his cum into her skin. His cock twitched and he yanked his pants up, leaving the bathroom and shutting the door behind him.

On the other side of the door, Mark could hear the shower start. Mark took a few moments to get himself together. This is totally wrong. I just covered my friend's daughter in my cum. What is wrong with me? We shouldn't be doing this.

As he stood there contemplating what just happened, he realized his cock was getting hard again. He could not think about it right now. Jack was still waiting for him. Mark rushed back outside to rejoin Jack.

"Christ, you fall in?" Jack said.

"Must've been the beer," Mark said.

He tried to act like the last twenty minutes did not happen.

That night, Molly followed him into his dreams. In his dream, he was in her room. Molly was on her knees, completely naked. She was begging for his thick cock. His cock was hard, pointing directly at her face. He stood there while she worked it like the slutty whore she was.

*****

The next morning Mark woke up to a message from Molly. It was a selfie. She was lying on her bed, squeezing a big dildo between her tits. The text under it said, "It's just not the same. I've been up thinking about your cock all night long..."

The image stirred Mark's cock. It became hard so fast it hurt. He stared at the phone and knew this trip was more than he could handle.

Hiding in the guest room, he tried to delay the inevitable. The sounds of Molly and Jack talking in the kitchen made their way into his room. He told himself he would skip breakfast. He told himself he would stay upstairs until she left the house.

Jack knocked on the door.

"Good morning, sleepyhead. It's time to get up. Molly and I will be by the pool. Join us."

Welp, that didn't work, Mark thought. He put on swim shorts and a shirt and went out like a man walking to his own execution.

Molly was already on a lounge chair in the sun wearing a red bikini. It was entirely too small. The cups barely covered her 32DDs and looked like they were about to rip open. The G-string bottoms were nothing more than string and a prayer. Mark couldn't stop himself from looking her up and down. Damn, he thought. He had never seen someone look so good in a bikini before. She looked at Mark over her sunglasses and smiled like she had him.

Jack dropped into a chair with a coffee and a paper and saw none of it. Mark was surprised that Jack did not say anything about what she was wearing. It was hardly appropriate for her to wear that around her father's friend.

Molly desperately wanted to reawaken the sex god within Mark like she did last night. The man who had grabbed her hair and called her a slut. Not this stiff guest in a shirt he should have taken off.

Mark sat down next to Jack, which put Molly right in front of him.

She rolled onto her stomach and untied the top like she needed an even tan.

"Mark, can you get my back?" she said innocently enough.

Jack did not look up from the paper.

Mark swallowed and got up. He grabbed the bottle, his hands shaking as he sat next to her. She arched into his palms anyway. Her tits pressed against the lounger. His cock thickened in his shorts. When he was done, he sat down fast and put a towel over his lap.

Molly spent the rest of the morning and afternoon like that. Stretching. Asking him to pass her water. Bending over the cooler in front of him. Once, when Jack went inside to piss, she hooked a finger in her bikini bottom and pulled it aside far enough that Mark saw how wet she was. Then Jack's footsteps came back, and she let it snap into place.

Mark barely talked. He drank beer he did not want and tried to think of anything other than Molly.

*****

By evening he thought he could survive it.

He came downstairs for dinner and found Jack and Molly already in the kitchen. Jack was at the stove and Molly stood by the island with a lollipop in her mouth. She was wearing a tight black cross-halter crop top that, like the rest of her clothes, was losing to her tits. Her bountiful breasts spilled from the sides of the top. Low-rise denim micro shorts sat under her bare stomach. Her hair flowed down her back with two face-framing tendrils. Mark saw all of it.

She locked eyes with Mark and sucked on the lollipop like it was a cock. He watched her hollow her cheeks and pull it out slowly before kissing it. Then she spit on it, spreading the spit with her tongue, and sucked it again.

"Hey," Jack said without turning around.

Molly looked at the growing bulge already shoving against Mark's jeans and smiled. His cock had started stretching down the leg of his pants. She winked at Mark and went to set the table.

"I made steaks," Jack said.

"Uhh, yeah. They smell amazing," Mark replied using all his power to be normal.

"Thanks. Let's eat," Jack declared, taking the steaks off the pan and plating them. He waved Mark towards the dinner table.

Walking into the dining room, Jack immediately took his seat at the head of the table, leaving the only available seat between him and Molly. Again, Mark gulped before taking his seat next to Molly.

"Mmm, Daddy, the steaks look amazing!" she said as Jack set the plate down. She immediately grabbed the biggest one. "You know I like a biiiiig piece of meat." She looked directly at Mark as she put the steak on her plate.

"Protein is important," Mark barely managed to say.

"Yeah, and my little college athlete needs a lot of protein," Jack said, unaware of Molly's true meaning.

"Yeah, I need a loooooooot of protein," she said, still looking at Mark. Then she turned to her plate.

Mark grabbed food and started eating. Jack talked like nothing else was happening. Mark struggled to pay attention to the conversation. There was a baseball game tonight and Jack wanted Mark's thoughts on the season so far.

While Jack was talking, Molly's left hand slid into Mark's lap and lightly grabbed his cock through his jeans. Mark coughed and dropped his fork which made a loud CLANG as it bounced off the plate.

"You all right?" Jack asked.

"Yeah. Slippery," Mark choked a reply.

He picked the fork up and looked at Molly, who just smiled at him. Her hand started lightly stroking him through the denim. Her eyes flicked to her father and then back to Mark.

Mark tried to look at Jack, who was waiting for an answer to a question Mark had not heard. When Mark started talking, she squeezed him just under the head. His cock pressed painfully against his pants. Mark was afraid it would tear through his jeans.

The rest of dinner went like that. Both Mark and Molly counted the minutes until it was over, but for very different reasons.

After dinner, Jack invited Mark to sit on the couch and watch the baseball game. Time away from Molly was just what he needed to cool off and convince himself that he was still in control. This might have worked, but Molly interrupted and said that Mark offered to help her with the dishes, something he had not offered to do. Jack did not even care. He sat on the couch with his back to the kitchen and turned on the game. He started talking about how great it was having a home-cooked meal with his daughter and best friend, but no one replied.

In the kitchen, Mark was standing at the sink, the pile of tonight's dishes next to him. The house was open and the kitchen ran into the living room. However, the island hid everything below the counter.

Molly stood next to him. Looking down, she watched as his pants strained to contain his fully erect cock. She reached down and grabbed his rigid cock through his pants.

"Oh baby, it feels so swollen. Does it hurt?" She wanted to see it again.

Molly got on her knees and in the same motion pulled down Mark's pants. Her attention at dinner had made his cock fully erect. It bobbed in the air as it was freed. Without hesitating, she pressed her face against his cock and inhaled deeply, enjoying the masculine smell. I can't get over how big his dick is, she thought. A fat drop of precum sat on the head and shone under the kitchen lights. Knowing how great it was in her mouth, Molly immediately licked every drop that came out of his cock. It tasted just as good as it did last night. She ran her tongue all over the shaft, getting it slick with her saliva. I guess dick isn't the right word... "cock" seems better.

"I don't know how you can walk around with this monster in your pants," she said, pulling her face away.

Mark wanted to yell at her to stop but he couldn't. Whatever she had pulled out of him last night was coming back. He could feel the lust surge through his body.

"Please," he said weakly. "You need to stop. Your dad is right there."

"Oh, don't worry. Once he's on the couch watching the game, he doesn't hear or notice anything else," she replied, as if she had done this before. The truth was that Molly had blown guys next to her father before. Right now, having him no more than ten feet away while she openly sucked his best friend's cock was a big turn on for her.

Mark moaned when she took him into her mouth. His left hand grabbed the sink to steady himself as his knees almost buckled. Despite being his friend's daughter, it felt right having her service his cock, and after being teased all day, Mark struggled to complain.

Molly took him to the hilt, letting his cock down her throat like she did last night. Fuuuuck... I'm getting cock drunk again, she thought, enjoying the taste. Her nipples swelled and her womb fluttered.

"Hey, where's Molly?" Jack asked.

Mark saw that Jack was looking at him but he could only see Mark from the waist up. That was it. "Oh, uh, she's getting some more soap from the garage," Mark quickly replied. Thank you god, he thought, happy that Jack couldn't see what Molly was doing.

Jack seemed to accept his answer, turning back to the TV and watching the game.

Mark breathed a sigh of relief and looked down. Molly had shoved her shorts and panties off. She was now naked from the waist down, mouth around his cock, the baseball game blaring in the next room.

With a loud "POP" Molly pulled his cock out of her mouth. She stood up, pressing her body against Mark's and sandwiching his cock between them.

"What do you want from me?" he asked.

"For you to fuck me," she replied.

"Aren't there boys your age that you can fuck?" Mark was talking normally now without realizing it. The threat of Jack overhearing them was not on his mind.

"Yeah there are boys I can fuck, but they're boys not men and they don't have a cock like yours. Sure, I could have them gang bang me again. I was so sore the next day," she replied, still holding onto his cock. She gave it a couple squeezes.

"They what?" Mark was stunned by her admission.

"Yeah... Ten big strong football players... ten big strong cocks..." she whispered into his ear. She placed her left hand on his chest and kissed his neck before continuing. "I walked out of that frat house absolutely covered and filled with their cum."

Molly had pushed Mark to the precipice. The gates were about to burst. Mark could feel it. That inner primal force was about to take over again and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

"I can tell you want to fuck me," she said blatantly. Her hands returned to his cock, stroking it.

"What? No!" he replied, watching her hands wrap around his cock again.

"Well then I will keep stroking this BIIIIG, HAAAARD monster cock until you do." She started kissing his neck.

Oh fuck, he thought, closing his eyes. She is one spoiled little bitch but... damn does she have the softest hands. This was it. He was done being nice.

"Fine! Let's do this." He pushed her back up against the island. "But let me be clear. I'm in charge here. You do as I tell you."

Molly quivered at Mark's personality change. A gush of her arousal leaked out of her pussy and her heart hammered in her chest.

Molly never had a man, a real man to push her to her sexual limits. Someone to take her to the heights of sexual pleasure. Someone that she could achieve the wildest and best orgasms with. No boy had ever talked to her like Mark just did.

"Yes daddy," she replied.

Mark kicked off his pants. His cock looked huge in the kitchen light. So did his balls. Molly could not take her eyes off them. However, Mark wasn't going to fuck her yet. He had other plans.

He pressed Molly up against the island and slid his fingers between her legs to see how wet she was. Two thick fingers parted her soaked lips. In one slow stroke, he pushed them inside her.

"Oh my god," she cried, feeling Mark pump his fingers in and out. Her walls fluttered wildly around the invasion, gripping him tightly. He curled them inside her and stroked that spongy spot within her while his thumb circled her swollen clit in tight, relentless loops.

Molly's hips rocked in rhythm with Mark's fingers, grinding down onto his hand like the needy little whore she was. She felt the start of something huge building low in her belly.

Her mouth quivered as she whispered, "Oh god... Yes! I... I'm gonna..." She couldn't finish the sentence as Mark kissed her. She moaned into his mouth as his fingers sped up.

She squeaked and shook from head to toe as her orgasm washed over her in a way she had never felt before. Wave after wave hit her, keeping her eyes rolled back into her head. Mark broke the kiss and her mouth hung open breathlessly. Her chest rose and fell repeatedly.

Mark fingered her through her orgasm. His three fingers hitting all the important spots.

"That's it," Mark growled, "All that talk and you cum from my fingers that fast." He pulled away from her and let her settle down. After a few moments, she opened her eyes and looked at him, waiting for his next order.

"Bend over," he said, nodding towards the sink.

She moved to the sink and bent over it.

"Come on, big boy. Come stick that big, thick baseball bat in me," she teased him, wiggling her ass at him. She was pulling out all of her slutty tricks. "I want you to break me."

Her words fueled his lust. Looking at her wiggling her ass, all he could think was, Damn! He grabbed her ass and squeezed her cheeks, spreading them wide so he could see her glistening pussy.

"You have the best-looking pussy I have ever seen." His compliment sent a shiver through her body. She did not know he had not seen that many before.

"Oh, your hands are so strong," she replied, preparing for what was about to come.

"Your body was built for a big cock like mine," Mark said.

He lined the tip up with her pussy. Molly felt it press against her. It was hot and impossibly thick. Mark thrust forward slowly, but relentlessly. The pressure was brutal and her tight pussy resisted him.

"Oh god! That's a lot of meat!" Molly said. This might be too much, she thought, briefly afraid she had bitten off more than she could chew.

Pushing harder, his swollen head forced its way inside, stretching her wider than she'd ever been stretched before. Mark couldn't believe how tight her pussy was. It felt like a vice was crushing his cock.

"Fuck. You're tight," Mark said.

"Oh my god..." she moaned. It was a loud moan, raw and full of lust. Thankfully the game covered it.

Inch after thick inch pushed deeper, forcing her pussy open. Molly could feel every vein and ridge as her pussy was split in two. The fullness of his hot, throbbing cock was overwhelming, unlike anything she had experienced before. Mark's cock was touching places no boy or toy had reached before.

Her pussy clenched hard around Mark's invading cock, fluttering and squeezing as it tried to adjust to his impossible girth. Sweat poured down her face and back, running down between her large tits. The pleasure was immense. For the first time she was afraid she would get caught by her father, but it felt too good to tell Mark to stop.

Molly couldn't believe how good it felt to have a real cock in her pussy. The joy she felt from feeling Mark's cock unload into her mouth was nothing compared to having him inside her pussy.

"Ooooo that feels so much better than my dildos," she said, enjoying the sensations.

He started thrusting his cock in and out of her. Each forward thrust pushed his cock deeper and deeper inside of her. She fucked him back, raising her hips to match his thrusts.

"Cum for me," said Mark.

"It's so fucking big!" she cried out as the first orgasm hit her like a freight train. Her whole body convulsed as her pussy gushed around the thick cock. She had never experienced a pleasure so deep or strong before. Her orgasm hit her in waves while Mark fucked her from behind, stretching and filling her to her maximum.

This... This is what I needed. What I always needed, she thought, realizing that she found a real man. The thought brought on her second orgasm. This one was stronger than the last, ripping through her body. Mark kept fucking her with deep, powerful strokes. This was another new experience for Molly. She had never cum in such rapid succession before.

"There's no way any of those little-dicked college boys have fucked you properly," he said, thrusting harder.

"No daddy. They never fucked me like you," she said.

With every thrust, her mind broke more and more. She was a slut before, but Mark was making her his exclusive slut very quickly. She started pushing back on each forward thrust. Her pussy juices ran down her thighs as his tip hit her cervix. She had taken all thirteen inches. Molly winced at the sudden pain, but it was quickly replaced with pleasure.

In an instant, he pulled his dripping, swollen cock from her soaked pussy with a wet pop. Thick strands of her arousal clung to the monster shaft. Molly whimpered, her body unsure what to do with the emptiness it now felt.

"Please daddy! Put it back," she pleaded. She had talked to many guys like this before but never had she meant it so thoroughly. "Please... I want you to fuck me."

"Beg," he replied.

"Please, I need to cum," she practically screamed in frustration. Molly had never felt this horny before. It was unusual for her to not be in control.

"Good little slut," he said with a smirk.

Mark slammed all thirteen inches back inside her. His fat, angry head battered her cervix with a force so brutal she struggled not to scream aloud.

"Take my big old cock deep, slut." Molly had the hottest, tightest pussy he had ever been in.

"Yes. Oh god, Fuck me. Don't stop fucking me."

Mark grabbed her taut stomach and pulled her back so they were both standing. Then he fucked her with the full length of his cock, pulling out most of it on each backwards motion before thrusting it all back inside her.

"Take this, you spoiled little brat," he said, letting his anger combine with his lust.

"Oh yes daddy. Pound that pussy. It's all yours daddy!" she moaned.

Mark sped up even faster. He was trying to break Molly. After all she had done, he could not let her win.

"Uugh! Ugh! Agh!" Molly grunted in time with Mark's powerful thrusts. They were driving her wild with lust and she was losing her self-control.

Molly's third orgasm arrived quickly and shattered what was left of her confident façade. Her vision blurred and her legs gave out beneath her. The orgasm tore through her like fire. A series of successive moans escaped her lips. Her pussy spasmed and gushed around the massive cock again.

"Arghh... Fuck," she said, collapsing against the counter. His cock slipped out of her. Her chest heaved, nipples throbbing. "It's... it's too much."

"Awwww. Did daddy break you already?" He was taunting her, slapping her thigh with his wet cock.

"N-no. I'm unbreakable," she said defiantly. "Stretch my young pussy out."

"All right then," Mark said, flipping Molly over. She yanked her top over her tits. From this position, he had a great view of Molly's taut stomach and cleavage.

Mark just looked at her for a few moments before she said, "Ready for dessert?"

"Damn! I'm going to mold your pussy to my cock," he said, hauling her off the counter and carrying her to the dining room. He was holding her by her ass. Her right hand found his cock and pointed it at her entrance.

"Let's see if your dad can hear us from here," he whispered into her ear before slamming her down all thirteen inches of his cock. Her mouth opened against his shoulder and a wet sound got out of her before she could stop it.

"Fuck me, daddy," she said.

He did. Standing in the dining room, her ass in his hands, her legs locked around his waist. He lifted her and dropped her on his cock, over and over. Her tits bounced in his face. He sucked one nipple, then the other, and kept pounding.

"MMMMMPH!" Molly screamed into his shoulder, as her body got hotter and hotter. Her tits rubbed on his skin and ached. His cock was making her pussy burn like fire.

Molly's pussy was a mess. She was so wet it ran down his balls and dripped on the dining room floor. Every time he bottomed out, she clenched like she was trying to keep him there.

"You hear that?" he growled in her ear. "That's your tight little cunt taking all of it while your dad watches TV in the other room."

"Yes. Yes. Don't stop. Fuck, don't stop," she said.

He bounced her harder. The wet slap of it was loud. Louder than it had been in the kitchen. The baseball game was a roar in the living room and it still felt too close. Molly bit his shoulder, then lost it and moaned into his neck.

Looking into her eyes, Mark was barely able to hold onto his seed. He watched as the intelligence bled out of the raven-haired beauty in his arms.

"Are you my slut? Are you my exclusive slut? You won't let any other dicks in you, right?" he grunted.

"No. I don't belong to anybody," she moaned in defiance, her eyes shut tight. She was pushing Mark forward.

"You'll see," he said, picking up speed.

Mark's cock battered her cervix. With each thrust, his heavy, cum-filled balls slapped her ass. Every thrust was a relentless invasion of her pussy. His cock became the center of the universe to Molly. It was the source of all pleasure.

In the living room the crowd on the TV surged.

"Damn Molly. You've got the slickest, tightest pussy," he said.

He lifted her up and down his huge shaft.

Oh shit. My pussy is so sensitive right now. He can't know... Oh fuck... I'm gonna cum again...

"It's yours. Oh god, it's yours. I'm gonna cum again. Daddy, I'm gonna..."

She came on him. Her whole body jerked. Her pussy gushed down the shaft and her nails dug into his back. Mark did not slow down. He fucked her through it, using her like a sleeve, her ass slapping his hands. A puddle of her juices formed between his legs.

"Good girl. That's five. You still unbreakable?" He taunted her some more.

"F-fuck you," she gasped. "Harder."

He gave it to her. All thirteen inches slammed home inside of her. Her head tipped back and another moan got away from her.

"Aaaaagggghhhh!" she cried out, her climax briefly wiping her mind clear of any thought.

"What's going on over there? I can barely hear the..." Jack's voice came over the back of the couch. Mark froze with every inch buried in her. Molly clamped her mouth shut on his shoulder, pussy still twitching around him. "Oh crap. Let's go SOX!"

Jack turned back to the TV. He never looked. He never saw his best friend standing in the dining room with his daughter speared on his cock, her top yanked up, her juices on the floor.

Mark let out a breath against her hair.

"Let's take this to my room," she whispered to him.

Still holding her, he walked right behind the couch. Right behind Jack. Then up the stairs to her room.

Her door was wide open as Mark entered, still holding Molly with his cock lodged inside of her. He kicked the door shut, then dropped her on the bed, before lying on it himself.

"Mount up, whore," Mark ordered, pointing at his cock.

Molly whimpered as she struggled to get on top of him. She straddled him, her ass in his lap, facing the door. Hovering right over his cock, her pussy was literally drooling down on it. She guided it to her opening and pushed herself down, taking every delicious inch.

"AWWWW," she moaned as she impaled herself on the cock. He slapped her ass, a clear signal to her to start riding his cock. The coed beauty slowly hopped up and down, forcing herself to take all thirteen inches of cock.

"That's it, slut!" Mark said, enjoying the view. "Ride me like the slut you are!"

"MMMMMMMMPH!" Molly moaned as she fucked herself toward another orgasm. As much as she needed it, she needed to regain control, but she couldn't stop herself.

"God, I love this cock. You like my round ass slowly twerking on your cock?" she teased him. My pussy... too sensitive. "You love how my pussy just lets your cock stretch it wide open?"

This teasing little bitch, he thought.

He grabbed her ass with one arm and forced her down the whole thing. Molly made a series of incomprehensible moans.

"Damn Molly, are you still up for this?"

He did not wait for her reply. Holding her ass, he kept moving her up and down his cock, fucking her with every girthy inch like she weighed nothing.

Molly moaned in reply, barely able to get a word out. She finally got it out. "Yeah. I'm a big girl. I won't tap out."

"Then come here, slut," he said, leaning forward and grabbing her.

She yelped, asking, "What are..."

"I wanna see how much a bimbo like you can take," he said.

He pulled her back until she was lying on his chest, her legs up in a V. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and grabbed her tits. Then he fucked up into her. The position felt filthy and new.

"Fuck yes! Give me your best," she replied as he positioned her.

"You say just the right nasty things," he said, as he slammed into her, fucking her with a savage intensity. His balls slapped her ass with each stroke. It felt like she was losing her virginity all over again.

Oh god! What am I doing? I've never been fucked like this, she thought.

He bucked up into her, forcing constant moans out of her. Her body was tingling as her head thrashed side to side. She had never felt so full before. Despite all of the sex she had had, Molly never knew that sex could feel this good.

Mark and Molly lost all sense of time and place. Directly below them, Jack sat on the couch watching the baseball game. None the wiser. The sounds of animalistic sex emanated from the ceiling above him but were drowned out by the TV.

Mark swore she was cumming every other thrust. He couldn't decide whether this girl was an expert at faking or if she really was a cock crazed nympho. Still he fucked her, giving her no respite.

The pressure built inside her. An incoming massive orgasm that threatened everything. She was overcome by emotions. She felt safe and owned in his arms. Mark was her new master, a truly dominant male that she would be subservient to.

"UGH! UGH! UGH!" Molly grunted as the cock filling her pussy drove her closer and closer to an apocalyptic orgasm. She knew it was coming and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

"I can't stop cu... Oh fuck! You're killing my pussy! Aaaaarrrrgggghhhh!" Suddenly she arched up and moaned as the orgasm hit.

"Don't you dare tap out. You asked for this. Show me you can take it!" Mark roared, feeling her pussy yet again gush around his cock.

Molly's eyes rolled up in her head and she collapsed onto him. Mark was nowhere close to finishing and just kept pounding her hard, as she lay there, her body limp from exhaustion.

As Molly's mind slowly came back to her, she was lying on her bed, with her feet hanging limply off the edge. Mark was standing between her legs, pounding away at her pussy. He had lost his rhythm and from his own moans, it seemed that he was close. Molly could feel his cock swell up even bigger. Soon the orgasms erupted from her like firecrackers. Her back arched and her whole body clenched, then released with the climaxes.

"AIIIIIIIIIIII!" Molly screamed as she was forced to come again. The reality that she had lost control finally dawned on her.

"Uuuuummmmggghhhh!" she screamed again with another climax ravaging her body and soul. Then another, "Yyyuuummmggghhh!"

Mark, slamming his cock into her to the hilt, threw his head back and groaned with victorious pleasure. He unleashed a massive rope of his potent seed deep into the raven-haired beauty's womb.

"Ooooh... Goddddd!" she screamed, feeling his warm seed erupt inside her. Her eyes rolled back and her whole body shook from the sensation of geyser after geyser of his cum poured into her fertile body. His large balls pumped and surged visibly as they dumped their vicious payload into her helpless body. In no time the massive load proved so excessive that spurts of cum burst from her overloaded pussy lips, splattering on her bed sheets.

Mark pulled his cock out of Molly's pussy with a long, slow, slurping sound. He held it above her and jerked, letting the rest of his cum paint her face, tits, and stomach. Rope after rope fired from his cock, covering her body with more cum.

Finally, sighing with infinite pleasure, Mark let the last few lazy spurts of cum from his cock dribble onto her body. Letting go of his cock, he let his bloated dangling monster hang down heavily between his legs. In its wake, Molly's pussy was left utterly demolished. Cum poured in rivers from her well-used pussy.

Exhausted, the coed's body was limp on her bed. Her long muscular legs stretched far out to either side. Her right arm hung limply off the side of the bed. Her gorgeous head hung back, mouth and eyes spread wide, her face gaping in stunned and mind-broken shock. The sheets beneath her were ruined with sweat and cum.

Standing over the college slut, his limp dick dripping onto the floor, Mark smiled. He wiped his cock on her sheets. Molly did not stir an inch, a deep blush spreading across her cheeks. He walked to the side of her bed, his cock hanging merely inches from her mouth. Her eyes focused. She saw his cock in front of her mouth.

"Clean me slut," he ordered.

"Anything for you, Daddy," she said. She took his cock, now slick with cum and pussy juice, into her hand. More cum oozed out, and she licked it up. "MMMMM, soooo delicious." She sounded delirious. Molly then wrapped her lips around the head, and sucked him in all the way. At least as much of his thirteen-inch cock as she could handle in her present shape. "SLURP! SLURP! Mmmmm."

She spent the next five minutes enthusiastically licking, sucking and slurping on Mark's cock and balls. Then, as she finished, she pulled off his cock and looked up at him. The ravished beauty watched her new owner walk out of her room. He did not bother closing the door. If Jack walked by, he'd see her, lying ruined on her bed.

Mark stopped in the guest room and pulled on clean clothes before going downstairs and joining Jack on the couch. It was the bottom of the eighth inning. Jack did not even process how long it took for Molly and Mark to clean up after dinner. He just passed Mark a beer.