Chapter 9: Roomies Dad

I’d just stepped out of the shower, towel wrapped around my body, when I heard the door to the room I was still sharing with Michelle open. Turning around I did a double-take, it wasn’t Michelle who was standing there, but an older man.

I say an older man, to me he looked ancient. OK, he must have been about mid-forties, but to me that is ancient. To be fair he was pretty hot. This must be my roomie’s dad.

Wide shouldered, narrow-waisted. Lean face with brown mid-length hair that touched the tops of his ears. His sideburns had a touch of grey in them, making him seem dishy and distinguished.

“Oh, sorry I’m looking for...”

“I know who you’re looking for,” I interrupted, as I let the towel slip from my grasp to pool at my feet. I was naked underneath and the poor man didn’t know where to look. Well, he did but he didn’t want to show it. Pity he wasn’t strong-willed enough to resist. His eyes roamed, taking their time to look up and down my body, lingering at my pussy and boobs, moving up and down, then up again before locking onto my face.

I hadn’t gone all coy and girly and tried to cover my nakedness, hell it was my room, he shouldn’t be here, or should at least have knocked before barging in. I stood there proud as could be, one hip pushed forward provocatively as I stared right back at him daring him to say or do anything. I looked him squarely in the eye as I moved to him saying, “Like what you’re gawping at?” Then as I grabbed his crotch feeling the bulge there I smiled as I whispered, “Well he certainly does.”

I had about five minutes to get things going before Michelle got back from the library, after that, I didn’t give a fuck.

As I moved closer and draped myself around him my hand undid his belt, ripped the zipper of his fly down and grabbed the rock hard cock that was trapped inside. “Get those things off,” I growled at him as I held onto his cock which by now had grown bigger and harder and was throbbing. I could feel it pulse in my hand.

Now, this is pretty hardcore for a teen girl but as you all know, I’m no shy retiring virgin type. Michelle’s dad hesitated for a fraction of a second before instinct and lust took over and he did as he was ordered. His pants and boxers hit the floor as he struggled to get them over his ankles and off. I wasn’t helping him by the way I was holding his cock.

As soon as his cock was properly free I glanced down and saw that my first impression was correct, nice and big, not massive (I hate massive cocks, they stretch me too much) and ready for action. I jumped up at him and wrapped my legs around his waist, reached down, and slid his cock into my pussy. I’d not had sex for two weeks now and that was way too long for me, so a nice hard big cock was just what I wanted.

Mark, I recalled that was his name, spun around so my back was to the wall and settled me onto him, making sure he was seated nice and deeply before starting to pump away. I rode up and down on his cock matching his urgent thrusts.

“Do you like having your cock where your daughter had her mouth not thirty minutes ago?” I whispered in his ear.

Mark stopped his pounding of me for a second as he looked at me aghast.

“Didn’t you know she likes to eat pussy, did you?” As if he would. “Well, she does, at least mine she does. And she eats it sooo well. Her pointy little tongue swirls inside my pussy making me cum time and time again. Yeah, she loves eating pussy. Know what else? She adores me eating her pussy as well.”

My words seemed to have had the desired effect and Mark hammered into me harder and faster.

“You know what, I bet she’d love to eat my pussy when it was full of your cum.”

Mark’s cock seemed to grow harder and twitch at that idea. Every time I mentioned Michelle his cock seemed to get harder and throb. Did he fancy fucking his not so sweet daughter?