What happens under the covers…stays under the covers… Part 3

to get the most out of this story, it is recommended that you read parts 1 & 2 prior to reading this one.

What happens under the covers…stays under the covers…

Part 3

Chapter Five

Four days had passed since the unexpected confinement of Sarah and her father during the freak snow storm that had left them powerless, clinging to one another for warmth and security. Their lives had since fallen into a state of domestic bliss. Sarah now shared a bed with her father, falling asleep in his arms each night and waking wrapped in his warmth each morning. Everyday she would reluctantly disentangle herself from her father’s limbs, shower and dress for school, while Michael prepared for another day of loneliness, working in his at home office until her return.

Her father had warned her about the importance of keeping their love affair a secret, telling her that outsiders would see their new relationship as vile and perverted, not to mention immoral and illegal, but Sarah didn’t see it that way. She was in love for the first time in her young life and felt it was a beautiful thing to be proud of.

The sex was amazing, as was the contentment she felt afterwards when her father held her exhausted and totally sated body in his arms and whispered his love in her ear. She wanted to shout her joy from the highest rooftop. She didn’t, of course. For days she hid her happiness from the outside world, suppressed the newborn emotions that bubbled up inside her and made her feel as though she would explode into a million tiny pieces.

Her best friend, Claire, was not so easily put off, however. She immediately sensed the change in Sarah, witnessed the ravishing glow that crept over her face as she appeared lost in thought, daydreaming about something… or someone? She never saw her with any of the boys from school and Sarah’s unnatural silence only further piqued Claire’s curiosity and, after a lot of constant nagging and prodding, Sarah finally broke down and told Claire everything.

The words tumbled out of Sarah’s mouth before she could find the will to stop them. A great sense of relief washed over her following her confession, like a huge weight being lifted from her chest. Although she wasn’t certain how her friend would react to hearing that Sarah had fucked her own father, not once but multiply times, she did not doubt that her secret would remain safe.

Claire had not been repulsed by her best friend’s admission, as Sarah had feared, nor did it appear to alter their long standing friendship in anyway. If anything, Claire seemed intrigued, fascinated with the idea of Sarah having hot, sweaty sex with a MAN, the same man whom she herself had lain awake night after night fantasizing about.

“Was it good?” Claire whispered as she pushed open the heavy double doors and waited for Sarah to exit Stone Valley High School. Light flurries sprinkled the sky as they silently stood on the front steps, Claire watching her friend expectantly.

“Well…?”

“Yeah.” Sarah said dreamily. “It was…amazing.”

“Is it…big?” Her best friend leaned in and whispered.

“What!” Sarah’s jaw dropped with disbelief.

“You know…his dick. Is it big?”

Sarah knew that Claire was still a virgin. The extent of her sexual experience being much the same as Sarah’s had been not so long ago… internet porn. She couldn’t help but laugh at her friend’s innocent curiosity.

“Huuugggh!” Sarah blurted out and then giggled uncontrollably.

Discussing her father’s cock size with her best friend should have been embarrassing, or at the very least uncomfortable, yet the unexpected jolt of heat that blasted Sarah between the legs, instantly dampening her panties with her aroused heat, caught her by surprise. Sarah thought it was just the topic of their discussion, the reminder of what she had waiting for her at home that had suddenly sparked her desire, until an explicit image of Claire, writhing with pleasure beneath her father’s magnificent body, flashed before her eyes and Sarah felt her knees start to tremble.

Holy shit!

Why was it that the thought of her father, the man that she was hopelessly in love with, naked and fucking her best friend, was starting to turn her on? She needed to hurry up and get home, her lust-filled mind was definitely working overtime and she needed to find relief.

“Oh my god, Sarah! Did it…you know…h-hurt?” Claire asked excitedly as they turned and headed away from school and the risk of being overheard.

“Um… a little, at first.” Sarah admitted shyly. “But he was very sweet and gentle.”

The far away, dreamy look in Sarah’s eyes as she described, in detail, her sexual trysts with her father, made Claire’s body temp spike dangerously hot with a strange mix of envy and lust. Michael Sheldon was absolutely gorgeous for his age and Claire had often touched herself while imagining it was his hands, his mouth, and his experienced cock that brought her virginal body to one earth-shattering orgasm after another. The fact that Sarah HAD experienced what Claire so often dreamt about left Claire feeling half excited and a lot confused. Should she be jealous that Sarah, who was younger by seven months, had lost her virginity before her? And to a man that she has desired since first discovering that wonderfully “educational” website. Or should she feel elated and hopeful because Michael had proven that he desired young, inexperienced pussy?

He was very sweet and gentle. Sarah’s words echoed repeatedly through Claire’s mind.

If Sarah could command her father’s desire, then why couldn’t she? Claire smiled as if a green light was suddenly flashing before her eyes, signaling the end to her restlessness, convincing her it was finally time to seek out and seduce the man of her dreams. Sarah had willingly shared everything with her since the third grade, why should this be any different?

* * *

Sarah barely made it through the front door before throwing down her back pack and kicking off her shoes. She raced through the house in search of her father. She found him in his office talking on the phone. His amazing brown eyes seemed to light up when he saw her standing in the doorway.

The unexpected visions of her daddy fucking Claire had lodged themselves in her sexually charged mind and haunted her the whole way home from school. Her panties were soaked and her breathing raspy. She needed to get laid. Now!

She pulled her tight pink sweater over her head and tossed in to the floor. When her nimble fingers began to work her little black shirt down her shapely legs, her father’s gasp could be heard from across the room. His voice faltered slightly as he spoke into the phone.

Sarah slowly, seductively padded across the carpet wearing nothing but her pink lacy bra and matching panties. Her father’s eyes watched her, entranced by her perfect, lithe body. She stopped directly in front of him, her eyes slithering down his body to where the outline of his enormous erection was sheathed beneath his loose sweatpants. His shirt was unbuttoned to the waist and giving her a glimpse of the soft thatch of curls that covered his chest.

Yummy!

Sarah licked her lips and instantly dropped to her knees before him. There was no time for the sweet kisses and soft caresses that was a routine prelude to their intense love making. Not today. Sarah was far too horny to require intimate foreplay, she just wanted to fuck.

Michael knew that look, the lusty gleam in his daughter’s eyes. As much as he wanted to hang the phone up and bend her over his desk, he knew that wouldn’t go over well with the fuming man on the other end of the line. Jack Spencer, his new boss, was young and hot headed and when he was set off on one of his angry tangents, Michael knew it was best to shut his mouth until the arrogant bastard exhausted himself. It was just one of the downfalls of working at home; all of his boss’ complaining was saved up for one long, drawn out bitch session to be delivered once a week.