I was eighteen and had just graduated high school, going to college in the fall. My friend Carrie had invited me and Jennifer over for a sleep over. Carrie and I had been friends since middle school. We were close friends in middle school but in high school I discovered boys and we grew apart. Carrie is a sweet girl but didn’t have a lot of close friends. Jenny was also a friend from our middle school days. The three of us had had several sleep overs but Jenny, like Carrie, hadn’t been as close in high school.
The plan was for pizza and a movie, probably the last time we would get together till our class reunion. At first I thought it would be fun but I was starting to dread the whole thing fearing it would be very boring.
As I got ready to go I put my hair up in pig tails. I thought to myself, if we are going to have a slumber party I may as well look the part. Even my mom commented that I looked adorable in my pig tails; she said I looked like a little kid again. I guess not the slut look she would complain about.
Carrie’s mom, Chris (Mrs. Sampson to me) met me at the door. She took my sleeping bag and welcomed me to their home. I had met Mrs. Sampson a few times mostly during car pools. She also commented how cute I looked in my pig tails, perfect for a slumber party. Mrs. Simpson took my things down to their basement where we would be sleeping. Mr. Sampson, Paul, came up and introduced himself.
I was a little surprised that I had never met Mr. Sampson. He was tall about 6’ 2” and he was good looking. Mrs. Sampson had let herself go, gaining some weight but not Mr. Sampson, (Paul as he asked me to call him) he clearly worked out and was in good shape. Paul also commented on how cute I was looking but his tone was a little different than his wife’s. As I walked down to the basement I would have sworn he was checking out my ass.
We put our things out in the basement and Jenny suggested that put our jammies on to make it a real slumber party. I protested a little that it was too early, but I relented. I was a little concerned because I had brought only a night shirt to sleep in and forgot to bring shorts to wear underneath. My panties while not a thong, but they did little more than barley cover my ass. I decided it would be okay; it was just going to be us girls.
The pizza arrived and Carrie’s parents joined us in the kitchen to eat. As we ate, I couldn’t help but notice that Mr. Simpson, Paul, kept looking at me. He would turn away when I would catch his eye; he was definitely checking me out. He tried to be subtle but he was obviously into me. He kept turning the conversation to me, asking me where I was going to college and if I had boyfriends. Mrs. Simpson seemed to be annoyed with all the attention he was paying me. Every time I called him Mr. Simpson, he would correct me that is was Paul.
Mrs. Simpson’s annoyance fueled me to encourage him on. I started playing off the attention that Mr. Simpson, who I was now calling Paul, was paying me. I used my little girl giggle and was flipping my pig tails around as we talked. I asked Paul how he kept is such good shape. It was Paul who was giggling now. “You think I’m in good shape?” he asked.
Oh yeah, Carrie’s got a hot dad,” I said. Mrs. Simpson was really getting pissed now. Carrie didn’t help matters when she asked her mom why she didn’t work out.
The tension was getting thick when Paul turned the conversation to the plans for the rest of the night. Paul was asking what movie we were going to watch, Jenny had picked out a corny comedy that was rated R. Paul said that was a classic that he hadn’t seen in a while. I chimed in that he should watch it with us. I could tell by Mrs. Simpson’s reaction that she wasn’t happy.
She tried to talk him out of it, but Carrie told him that it would be great to have him watch the movie with us. Mrs. Simpson clearly mad, said she was tired and going to bed.
Paul said he would get the popcorn going while the girls got the blankets and the movie ready. I offered to get the drinks. Paul said he would love to help me.
I got the drink orders and went into the kitchen where Paul was popping the corn. Paul made small talk and kept stealing looks at me every chance he got. I was actually getting horny with Carries dad flirting with me and staring at my ass. My devious side was kicking in. I knocked some paper plates off the table and then bent over to pick them up. I made sure my night shirt was up so my pantie covered ass was pointing right at Paul. I gave it a little shake knowing he was looking at me.
I stood up and with my cutest little girl voice, “Oh sorry, was I mooning you.” I said that halfheartedly, pulling down my night shirt. Knowing that by pulling down of the night shirt was showing some of my cleavage.
Paul, knowing he had been caught said, “You don’t need to apologize for that. Sorry I was staring.”
I giggled in my little girl voice again looking at my barely covered ass, “Oh my you almost got a full moon. I would hate for you to see that,” wiggling my ass at him.
Paul just smiled and said, “I would hate to see that.”
Paul sat on the couch and I took a spot on the floor in front of him on a blanket. At first I was sitting up like the other girls, but as the lights went down I put my pillow in front of me to lie down. My barley covered ass was pointing right up at Paul. I shifted around till I could feel that my night shirt had crept up over my ass. I made an obvious move to pull my night shirt up even farther and adjust my panties that covering my crack and pussy. In no time my legs were spread to the point I was sure that Paul could see the outline of my pussy. I really wanted to turn around to see if Paul was hard or even stroking himself but I didn’t. Every once in a while I would pat my ass cheeks or even rub my pussy.
As the movie ended I announced that I needed something to drink and was heading to the kitchen. Paul quickly announced that he needed something too.
In the kitchen, I moved close to Paul whispering, “Mr. Simpson did you enjoy the show?” This was my sexiest whisper, not my little girl voice.
“Please it’s Paul, and yes I loved the movie, it was very hot from where I was sitting. I haven’t seen anything like that in a long time!” Paul said, both of us knowing exactly what he meant.
Carried called out that she and Jenny were heading downstairs to get in their sleeping bags.
“Okay, I’m going to clean this stuff up and I have to use the bathroom. I’ll be down in a just a little bit,” I said.
“You need any help in there?” Paul said in a low tone.
I licked my lips flipping my hair and in my little girl voice. “You mean in here or in the bathroom?”
Paul didn’t reply he just gave me a little laugh. I gave him another little girl giggle winking at him as I turned walking to their bathroom just off the kitchen.
I pushed the door almost closed though not all the way closed. I then slid my panties down to my ankles running my finger across my pussy lips that moist with anticipation. I sat down on the pot and let out a hard stream of pee. Just as I was finishing and wiping the door started to open. I looked up to see Paul slowly stepping in closing and locking the door behind him.
“Should you be in here?” I whispered standing up leaving my panties on the floor.
“You said you might need some help,” Paul said as he inched closer to me.
With my index finger, I traced up the tent that had risen in his shorts. “Looks like you have the problem.” I finished the tracing of his cock by grabbing it. “You pissed your wife off and now you have this raging hard on. Maybe it’s me who can help you out.” I slid down to Paul’s waist pulling his shorts and underwear down as I went.
His cock popped out right into my face. Paul let out a moan as I grabbed his dick and put it to my lips. Paul had his hands on my head and said, “I shouldn’t be doing this; I’ve never done anything like this before.”
Stroking his cock, I said, “You’ve never had your cock sucked? I think I’m the one doing ‘this’ anyway.” I kissed his dick and then let it slide into my mouth. “But, I can stop if you want.”
“No, that feels great, you’ve done this before.” He said with a groan.
I didn’t reply, I just sucked harder on his cock. I swirled my tongue around his shaft and then sucked on his cock head.
“Oh God, I haven’t had this in so long. Chris has never sucked my dick like this,” Paul said as his hips began to move fucking my mouth. I could feel Paul’s body intensify as his was pumping my mouth. Paul grunted, “I’m about to cum.”
This caused me to suck him harder. I grabbed his balls which put him over the edge. Again Paul grunted, this time shooting a stream of cum into my mouth. I held my lips tight around his cock to keep from spilling any of his warm semen. Getting up off my knees, I faced Paul. In one gulp I swallowed his load.
Paul just stood there with a satisfied but shocked look on his face. With my panties on the floor in front of the toilet I moved Paul around so I could hop up on the sink counter. Pulling up my night shirt and spreading my legs, I said to Paul in a whisper, “You want at taste?”
“I shouldn’t.” Paul muttered
Paul didn’t back up, he just stared at my neatly trimmed pussy. I sat on the edge of the sink with Paul’ hands on my knees but he moved them no farther. “You really don’t want to taste this? You’ve already got its juices flowing,” I said as I ran a finger across my pussy lips. Paul didn’t say anything but his limp dick I could see was starting to harden. I took his right hand and moved it from my knee to my pussy. He held his had there for a moment doing nothing. I thought he wasn’t going to do anything but then I felt his middle finger move across my pussy lips then slide inside me. I moaned “oh yes” as Paul’s fingers explored my pussy. Paul’s other hand moved up under my night shirt grabbing my tits as he started to finger me.
I pulled my night shirt over my head and throwing it to the floor exposing my small but perky tits. Paul’s head moved closer and kissed my nipples. My pussy was getting wetter as his fingers were working my pussy and his lips were kissing my tits. I put my hands on the top of my head, gently pushing down. “Taste me,” I whispered as pushed his head down to my muff.
As Paul’s head got to pussy level, he hesitated for a moment; again I thought he was going to stop. The feeling of a tongue running across my slit caused me to moan once more. I knew he was hooked at that point. “Eat my pussy; I want to cum in your face,” I said to him in my sexy fuck me voice. Paul’s tongue licked and explored my pussy. Paul was going at my pussy hard. I was so turned on that in no time I felt an orgasm building. Paul could sense that I was about to cum and licked harder into my pussy. I grabbed his head and pulled it into my pussy me as I started to shake with an orgasm.
Once my orgasm subsided I released his head. Paul stood up facing me with his cock now fully hard. I pulled him into me kissing him on the lips. I could taste my juice on his lips and tongue. I shoved my tongue into his mouth finding his tongue. Paul’s body froze when his dick bumped against my pussy. I put my hands on his ass encouraging him to get closer. “Go ahead, your cock wants in there. Fuck me, you know you want me.”
Paul’s cock pressed against my hole and then slipped in. He started pumping me as we continued to kiss. “God, your pussy is so hot and tight. I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Paul said as he fucked me faster. Any hesitation he had was gone, Paul was driving his dick into me.
“Cum in me,” I whispered in his ear. “I’m on the pill.”
“We are doubly protected, I’ve had the snip,” Paul grunted as he pounded my pussy. Paul’s breathing increased as he continued to slam his dick into me. “I’m close,” Paul grunted. With another grunt, Paul sent a load cum deep into my pussy. I wrapped my legs around him to hold him tight with in me.
With his dick still in my pussy and his cum seeping out, Paul said, “I can’t believe I cheated on my wife with my daughter’s eighteen year old friend. What did I do?”
“We fucked, that’s it. Tell me that wasn’t the best fuck you’ve had in years, if not ever,” I said as his dick shrunk out of my pussy. “Come on, its okay, I’m not going to say a word.”
“I should go, and yes that was the best fuck I’ve ever had,” Paul said as he pulled up his shorts and left the bathroom.
I put my nightshirt and panties back on flushing the toilet. I slowly went downstairs and the girls asked where I had been.
“Sorry, I had a little constipation. But it’s better now.” I climbed into my sleeping bag and asked the girls what they were talking about.
“Boys” Jenny said.
“Mmmm,” I said as I reached down to play with Carrie’s dad’s cum as it oozed in my pussy.
