FUCKED BY MY BOYFRIEND’S FATHER

I was a senior in high school when I started dating Nate, who was also a senior, and one of the stars on our school’s football and basketball teams. Since we typically went out after he was done with practice, I’d often go over to his house an hour, or so, early to wait for him to get home and shower.

It was just Nate and his father, so I usually spent the time watching TV, shooting pool, or just chatting with Mr. C while we waited for Nate to get home. The weird thing was that Mr. C always seemed to be in his boxers when I arrived. He worked as a car mechanic at a local shop, and he peeled his clothes off as soon as he got home every day, spending the rest of the evening in his boxers…and sometimes a t-shirt…regardless of whether or not I happened to be visiting.

One day, about two months after I started dating Nate, I got to his house while he was still at practice, just like I normally did, and Mr. C opened the door when I knocked.

He smiled and said, “Hey, Donna…c’mon in”, as he stepped aside so I could enter. We exchanged hugs, then I followed him into the family room where we typically watched TV until Nate got home. Just like the other times I’d come by, Mr C was in his boxers and a t-shirt, so everything seemed pretty normal.

As we watched whatever movie happened to be on the tube, I couldn’t help but notice that Mr C kept glancing over at me. I smiled to myself and blushed a little when I realized he was checking out my breasts. It made sense – I was an attractive brunette….about 5’5”, with a nice body and 34E tits…and I wasn’t wearing a bra. I almost never wore a bra because I liked the feeling of my boobs swaying and jiggling when I walked, and I enjoyed the attention I got from my nipples poking out from whatever top I was wearing.

That day I was wearing a tight tank top made of a light cotton fabric and, with no bra on, my areolas were almost visible through the thin material and my nipple bumps were obvious. Mr. C was having a tough time keeping his eyes on the TV and, after the third or fourth time I caught him staring at my breasts, he gave me a sheepish grin and suggested we play some billiards in the den while we waited for Nate to get home.

Still smiling at the dilemma I was creating for him, I said, “Sure, Mr. C”, and followed him over to the pool table.

As he bent over to rack the pool balls, I noticed that a tent was developing in his boxer shorts. Trying not to be obvious, I couldn’t help but check out the fact that he was clearly getting an erection, probably from watching my jiggling tits and protruding nipples. When he stood up after racking the balls, I could see that his cock was hanging down one leg of his boxers and, as it began to stiffen, it was creating a pretty clear outline of his shaft in his shorts. It was an impressive sight….his dick appeared to be about 8” long and fairly thick….and I was pretty sure it wasn’t fully erect yet.

He caught me checking out his bulge and, when our eyes met, he nodded slightly and flashed another grin at me….this one seemed to be more conspiratorial than sheepish.

I smiled and glanced away, and we began casually playing pool….chatting amiably and trying to keep our eyes off of the other’s bumps and bulges, but not doing a very good job of it.

After about ten minutes, it was my turn to shoot and I decided to try a bank shot. I glanced at Mr. C’s crotch…where his fully engorged prick was clearly pressing against the restraining fabric of his boxers…and asked if he could help me figure out how to bank my shot.

He said, “Sure, Donna…here, let me show you.” He stepped behind me and leaned over my back as I bent over the pool table. I could feel his hard dick rubbing against my ass as he placed his hands near mine on the pool stick.

From behind my left ear he said, “If you aim for that little diamond with the cue ball, it should knock your ball right into the corner pocket…go ahead and give it a try.”

As he removed his hands from my pool stick so I could shoot, he slipped one hand around my waist, and used the other one to softly massage one of my breasts, finding my firm nipple with his fingers as he did.