My mom always had plenty of boyfriends when I was younger. And some of them I couldn’t keep my eyes off of… or hands. I know they were supposed to be dating my mom but I was a cock hungry teen who ALWAYS needed a good fucking. Especially from an older man. I love how they know exactly how to touch me.. how to lick me… how to talk to me.. and how to fuck me. At the dinner table I’d play with them under the table as mom served dinner, When mommy was late coming home from work I would lie naked on the couch and play with my teen pussy waiting for her boyfriend to come in and fuck me.
I was a young, tight, blonde cheerleader and boys loved to make their passes at me. And I of course gave into a lot of them but teenage boys know NOTHING about how to fuck a girl right. They’re just horny and are ready to just get themselves off. I craved something more. I needed someone older to make me cum harder than I ever have before. I tried a couple college guys.. better, but still lacking! So, I figured someone much older would be great to help me along the path to a better orgasm. Someone who has been around the block a few times and has plenty of notches in their belt.
My mom was seeing a guy named Quint. Quint was about 40, 6’3″, slightly muscular, crooked smile, light brown hair, light brown eyes.. and owned his own construction company. He liked for me to call him daddy because he was seeing my mother. My mom of course was dating him for the money. He treated us to expensive dinners, bought us new wardrobes, bought me my first cell phone.. pretty much the perfect father figure for me, spoiled me rotten. Well, I couldn’t help but check him out one night when he took us to this Mexican restaurant that mom loved. His pants were a little tight and I bit my lip as I watched him walk into the place. He was packing and I could tell.
Well, later that night mom had passed out in the car from one too many margaritas. So, we helped her into bed and headed downstairs to watch Friends together while I did my homework. He sat in the big La-Z-Boy in the corner and I laid on my tummy while doing my History homework. I made sure to wear my shortest skirt that night, with white cotton panties and knee high socks. I would swing my feet in the air, spreading my knees open hoping he could catch a glimpse of my panties. I was getting so excited that I couldn’t concentrate on my homework at all. My little teen pussy was aching to be touched and I just wanted to play with my pussy right there… but I was being patient.
A couple minutes passed and I still was trying my hardest to spread my thighs so he can see up my skirt. I finally looked up at the window to see his reflection.. and there it was. He was staring right up my skirt, tilting his head and licking his lips. Yes! I got him where I want him. I sat up for a moment facing him with my knees up and unlaced my sneakers and took them off.
“So.. uh.. what are you studying in class?”
“Oh, well, right now in our History class we’re learning about women’s rights. Really fascinating!”
“Hey, that’s cool. Good stuff to know.”
I was pressing my knees to my chin at that time, knowing full well that my puffy pussy was creating a little cameltoe in my panties. I smiled and nodded and laid back down. My skirt rode up a little and my panties were riding up my tight little ass and I knew he was just going nuts. He said, “So, Bailey. Uh.. any boys talk to you these days?” I just giggled and sighed, “No. Not really. Boys my age just want one thing. And that is to just get themselves off. They really don’t care if the girl does.” He replied, “Yeah. That’s too bad. Girls are more important when it comes to sex! You need to touch them just right, maybe do a couple tiny special things for them and… ah shit, I really shouldn’t be saying this stuff to you.” I sat up and crawled up next to his chair, knees to my chin and feet apart, making sure he could see my panties.
I slid my hand onto his thigh and looked up at him and said “It’s okay daddy. I want to know how girls need to be touched. Can you… show me how?” He put his hand on my cheek and slowly slid it down to my neck… and then to my cleavage. He wanted it.. I could tell. Just as much, possibly more, than I did. “Baby, you deserve everything I am about to show you…”
