My Friend’s Father Offered to Drive Me Home

The university graduation party had ended after midnight, and Renata, my best friend since first semester, insisted that her father drive us home. She had drunk too much champagne during the toast and could barely walk straight, so he showed up with the car and told us to get in without arguing.

I sat in the middle between the two of them, with Renata leaning against the window and her father at the wheel. When we got to her house, she stumbled out, gave him an awkward kiss on the cheek, and went inside. I stayed in the seat, now alone with him, and something in the air shifted immediately.

—You really have gotten pretty this past year —he said as he started the car again—. Every time you come home with us, it gets harder not to look at you.

I laughed nervously, not knowing what to say. He was a little over forty, with silver at his temples and a deep voice that seemed to fill the whole car.

At a traffic light, he rested his hand on my knee as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

—Truth is, you’re hotter than my own daughter —he murmured, and his hand slid a little higher up my thigh.

I should pull him away, I thought. But I didn’t.

I blushed and my heart rose into my throat. I had never been in a situation like that, no man had ever touched me that way, and although I knew it was wrong, I didn’t move my leg or ask him to stop.

He took that as permission. He drove a few more blocks and stopped the car on a deserted avenue, under a tree that barely let the streetlights through. He turned off the engine. The silence turned thick, electric.

His hand slid between my legs with a slowness that made me hold my breath. His fingers climbed the inner side of my thigh, pushed the wet fabric of my panties aside, and brushed over my already soaked lips, parting them calmly to sink into the wetness. For the first time in my life I felt myself truly light up, a heat rising from my belly and clouding my judgment. Without realizing it, I spread my knees and let my skirt ride up, offering him my pussy wide open without saying a word.

—Have you ever been with an older man? —he asked, noticing how wet I was, and he shoved two fingers straight in to the hilt. I let out a moan that echoed inside the car.

—No, sir —I answered, my voice trembling, completely betrayed by my own arousal.

—You’re soaked, baby. It’s running out of you everywhere —he murmured, pulling his shiny fingers out and bringing them to his mouth to suck them in front of me—. You taste delicious.

He took my hand and brought it to his crotch, pressing it against the hard bulge tightening the fabric of his pants. It felt huge, thick, and hot, throbbing as if it had a life of its own. I trembled with pure anticipation when I felt it pulse beneath my fingers.

He unzipped himself and pulled his cock out with one tug, thick, veined, with the purple glans already beaded with liquid. He guided my hand to the base and made me close my fingers around it. I couldn’t even wrap my hand around it fully. Then he gently pushed me back toward his lap, pressing the palm of his hand to the back of my neck. Without saying a word, I opened my mouth and took it in.

I was surprised by how much I liked it. With no experience at all, guided only by instinct, I sucked him with a determination that astonished both of us. I pulled off to lick him from base to tip, sucked his heavy balls hanging taut, wrapped my lips around the head again, and lowered myself as far as I could until he hit the back of my throat and brought tears to my eyes.

—That’s it, that’s it, take all of it, soak it good with that little mouth of yours —he growled, burying his fingers in my hair—. Fuck, you suck like you’ve been doing this for years.

He threw his head back and a rough groan escaped him every time the tip touched the back of my throat. Saliva ran down my chin and dripped onto his stomach, onto his balls, and he pressed my head down so I would take it all.

Meanwhile, his other hand never stopped working between my legs, sinking into me as deep as the angle allowed. He fucked my pussy with two, with three fingers, curling them inside to hit a spot that made me squeeze my thighs together. Then he moistened them with my own juices and searched farther back, pressing slowly against my asshole until he got one finger in, and then two. At first it felt strange, an uncomfortable burn; soon after, it was ripping muffled moans from me with his cock still in my mouth.

—What a tight little ass you’ve got, baby. I’m going to have to open you up on both ends —he murmured, and I felt him deliberately stretching me, widening me with his fingers as if he were preparing me.

—Turn around, I’m going to put it in you —he said, his voice thick with desire—. Get in the back and get on all fours. Now.

Without thinking too much, I obeyed. I moved as best I could to the back seat, yanked my panties off in one motion, pulled my skirt up to my waist, and settled on all fours, my ass raised against the window and my legs spread wide.

He positioned himself behind me, grabbed my hips with both hands, and rubbed the head of his cock up and down between my wet lips, coating himself well with my slick. Then he pushed. He entered slowly, forcing me, opening me from the inside centimeter by centimeter. I shuddered, caught between burning and pleasure, biting my lip so I wouldn’t scream. When he finally drove it in to the hilt, I was left breathless for a second, feeling that huge cock throbbing inside me, touching places no one had ever touched before.

—What a tight fucking cunt, shit —he gasped—. I’m going to split you in two.

And he started moving. At first with long, calm thrusts, pulling almost all the way out and then plunging back in at once, making me bounce against the seat. Then faster, harder, slamming his thighs against my ass with a wet sound that filled the whole car. He grabbed one breast through my dress, pinched my nipple, tugged it while he kept fucking me at a pace that wouldn’t let me breathe.

—Tell me you like it —he demanded—. Tell me.

—I love it —I moaned, instinctively pushing my ass back—. More, please, harder.

He drove into me with fury, both hands anchored on my hips to hold me tight. I started moving my ass against him with a shamelessness I didn’t know I had, chasing each impact, grinding myself over him. Pleasure made me see lights, and I could feel something huge gathering in my belly, like a wave about to break.

He pulled out, shiny and dripping, and once again slicked his fingers with my juices. He brought them to my ass, opened me patiently, spat on the entrance, and pushed the tip against the small hole. He started to work it in little by little, while with his other hand he rubbed my clit in slow circles so I wouldn’t tense up.

—Relax, baby, let me in —he whispered—. You’re going to see how good it feels.

When he finally drove it halfway into my ass, a long, sharp moan escaped me, caught between pain and something much darker I had never felt before. He kept working it all the way in with short thrusts, waiting until I got used to it, until I could feel his balls slapping me from behind. Then he started really fucking my ass, his fingers never leaving my clit.

—I’m coming, I’m coming —I babbled, clenching around him inside without being able to control myself.

—Hold on, come with me, come with my cock in your ass —he gasped.

He finished with a long shudder, burying himself to the hilt, and I felt hot spurts letting go inside me, filling me. I, for the first time in my life, came with an intensity that left me wrecked over the seat, trembling, with my pussy and ass throbbing at the same time, while a thick trickle slid down the inner side of my thigh.

I collapsed across his legs, exhausted, like a rag doll. Even so, I still had enough strength to lower my head to his lap, take his cock, still hard, and clean it slowly with my mouth, sucking every drop of semen and my own juices left on the shaft, before he got his clothes back in order.

—You’re incredible —he said, stroking my hair—. I would never have imagined it.

—Thank you —I heard myself answer, still breathless.

We stayed embraced for a while, catching our breath, before he started the car to take me home. When we said goodbye he gave me a long kiss right on the mouth, pushing his tongue all the way in: my first kiss, my first time, something I knew I would never forget.

***

What I didn’t know was that my father had seen us from the window. As soon as I stepped through the door, he was waiting standing in the foyer, his expression hardened.

—Can I know why you were kissing a man almost my age? Who is he? —he asked, furious.

—He’s Renata’s father, my classmate. He offered to drive me home —I replied, nervous.

—That one’s father? —he snapped with a grimace, and from his tone I understood he had already slept with her at some point. We’re even, I thought.

—I would have liked to be the first man in your life —he said, and his voice changed completely—. But that guy beat me to it. Anyway.

I froze. Before I could react, he took me by the arm.

—Now it’s my turn. Come on, let’s go to your room.

And I, without fully understanding what was happening, let myself be led along.

He threw me onto the bed on my back and tore my clothes off in strips, without saying a word. He spread my legs and buried his face between my thighs, and his tongue went straight into the cunt already full of the other man’s semen, licking, swallowing, growling against my flesh. He licked me all the way to the clit with a furious rage, as if he wanted to erase Renata’s father with his tongue.

—I’m going to fuck you better than him —he muttered, climbing up my body, biting one nipple until I screamed.

He pulled down his pants, took out his cock —shorter than the other man’s, but thick as a fist— and drove it into me in one thrust to the hilt. He buried it all the way in, taking advantage of how soaked I was, and started fucking me with contained violence, biting my neck, whispering filth in my ear that I didn’t want to hear but that made me clench around him harder inside.

—You’re my girl, my slut, mine —he panted with every thrust—. Nobody’s going to fuck you like your father does.

He turned me over, put me on all fours, and drove it into me from behind, grabbing my hair, yanking my head back while he fucked me mercilessly. He came inside me with a guttural growl, and left me sprawled on the sheets, soaked in front and back with all the semen of the night.

From then on, Renata’s father offered to drive me home every day. We always stopped for a while on some quiet street before he dropped me at the door, and he squeezed me dry in the back seat, changing holes as it suited him. And, as if by chance, my father was always waiting awake to go up with me to my room shortly after, even though I got out of the car with my panties in rags and my thighs still sticky.

Just like that, from one day to the next, without even having had a boyfriend, I had become the secret lover of two older men.

***

Maybe because of that strange tension that had settled between my father and me, I noticed that he and my mother started drifting apart. I didn’t know whether it was my fault or if something else was going on between them.

At any rate, one fine day, my father had to go away on a business trip for a couple of weeks. And that was when my mother started bringing a man home.

At first I didn’t give it any importance. I only listened from behind the door as my mother moaned, panted, let out obscenities I had never heard from her before —“like that, deeper, tear my cunt apart, don’t stop”— and finished with long screams I didn’t know she had in her. You could tell that man was filling her in a way my father perhaps no longer did.

One afternoon, driven by curiosity, I decided to spy. I opened the door to their bedroom carefully so as not to make a sound and froze at the scene. My mother, kneeling on the bed, her tits hanging and swaying with every thrust, and him behind her, holding her by the hips, driving in a huge cock, bigger than any I had ever seen until then, shiny as it went in and out of her juices.

It’s not the same to do it as to watch it. A wave of heat went through me completely and, unable to take my eyes off them, I slipped my hand under my skirt, moved my panties aside, and started rubbing my clit with my fingers. With each movement he came almost all the way out —I saw the veiny shaft, soaked— and plunged back in at once, ripping a muffled scream from my mother that made her bite the pillow.

—Suck it, bitch —he ordered, and she turned obediently, lay on her back with her head hanging off the edge of the bed, and opened her mouth. He shoved it in all the way to the back of her throat, grabbing her tits with both hands, fucking her face with no delicacy at all. His balls slammed against my mother’s nose, and she moaned, choking, with saliva running down her forehead.

It seemed to me even bigger than the other two men I had been with. And, without meaning to, I felt an enormous urge to have him inside me, to feel that cock that was destroying my own mother’s throat open me from end to end.

When I tried to react, I discovered that my mother’s lover was looking at me while I was touching myself, with two fingers already inside my pussy and my thumb on my clit. He just smiled at me and, without stopping his movement inside her mouth, made a silent gesture with his tongue, as if asking whether I wanted to.

I ran out of there, dying of embarrassment, red all the way to my ears. I locked myself in my room, yanked off my panties, and threw myself onto the bed with my legs open, sinking my fingers into my pussy up to the knuckle, masturbating while thinking about that scene, imagining that the woman kneeling on the bed was me, that it was my throat that huge cock was opening.

Then the door opened. It was him, still naked, his erect cock pointing straight at me, still shiny with my mother’s saliva. No words were needed. He knelt in front of me, grabbed my thighs, and spread my legs wide open, and drove his tongue into my cunt in a way that made my back arch until I lifted off the mattress. He licked my lips, sucked my clit whole, shoved his tongue as deep as he could, until I thought I would lose my mind. I held his head with both hands, burning, grinding my pussy against his mouth.

—Now I want what you were doing to my mother —I whispered, barely recognizing my own voice.

He wanted to position himself over me, but I, out of my mind, turned around and got on all fours, arching my back, sticking my ass up at him. I was dying for that stranger to do it to me the same way he had done it to my mother just minutes before.

Without saying anything, he grabbed my ass with both hands, spread my cheeks, and drove into me in one go. He went in all the way, to the hilt, until I felt his balls crush against my clit. Pleasure made me scream, just as I had heard her scream, and then I finally understood why she sounded like that. He took me for a long while, changing pace, sometimes with slow, deep strokes that made me gasp, other times at a brutal rhythm that made me melt into the sheets. He pulled my hair back, slapped my ass so hard it rang through the whole room, shoved his thumb into my ass while he kept fucking my pussy.

—Just like your mother, exactly the same, you both come with the same face —he panted in my ear, lying across my back to thrust into me from above.

I felt I was about to come. He finished with a deep shudder, burying himself completely and unloading one hot stream after another inside me. I let go almost at the same time, my pussy clenching around his cock, trembling in an indescribable pleasure. I stayed like that for a moment, with him still inside me, feeling his semen mixed with my juices slip down the inner side of my thigh.

—Your mother must already be coming out of the bathroom, I’d better go —he said, pulling out of me with a wet sound and giving me one last kiss on the mouth that left me wanting more than I was willing to admit.

That’s how, barely three months after my graduation, without ever having had a proper boyfriend, I found myself turned into the secret lover of three older men. And, I confess, I didn’t regret a thing.