Daughter’s Friend

I am a single divorced man who has had custody of my daughter since she was three. My daughter having had no siblings, loved her sleep overs here at our home. As she said, I was the cool dad. Her friends loved me and loved coming over. My daughter’s one friend Jennifer, at thirteen, was far more developed than the other girls. She was also not shy with displaying her body. An exhibitionist at an early age, I can’t tell you how many times that girl flashed her wares. From leaving bathroom doors open while showering, to walking nude from one room to another or flashing me her pussy while in her nighties. From the age of thirteen to seventeen it happened way too often. My daughter told me many times that Jennifer had this huge crush on me, always fantasizing about us romantically intertwined. I found out later that she was actually stealing articles of my clothing, t-shirts mostly and wearing them as nightshirts and had been, since she was fourteen years old. She also took to stealing and wearing my flannel boxers as loungewear. So that’s where those articles went. I suppose I should be flattered. Fast forward seven years. My daughter married and living six hundred miles away, Jennifer now twenty five, calls me and asked if she could stay at my place for three, four days while she’s having her condo painted. Apparently her mother and her didn’t get along, so I said sure. I fully expected that whatever crush she had towards me, was long dead and gone. After all, I hadn’t seen nor heard from her in six, seven years. When my doorbell rang, my eyes blew out of my head at this voluptuous creature, Hollywood beautiful greeting me at my door. She gave me a big and excited hello, wrapping her arms around my neck and then landed a kiss on my lips that could wake the dead. Okay … perhaps she still has feelings. She acted like she owned my place. Walking in with her obviously braless tits in a very tight white t-shirt, red spandex pants and stiletto heels. She could see that I was taken aback by her bold entrance and stunning attire. Who wouldn’t be? I said, “Jennifer, please make yourself comfortable and would you like a drink? She approached me again, placing her arms around my waist, her tits pressed hard into my chest, laying another wet kiss to my lips and said, “I’d rather fuck!”
In seconds I found myself laying on my back in bed, with this Wonder Woman bouncing and grinding her pussy on my shaft. Her breasts as if they had a life of their own, moving in various directions. She seemed to be having a personal Zen moment, grinding herself into orgasm on my cock. She moved slower up and down my shaft, convulsing every time she moved downward. Then slamming her vagina down and up, pulling off and squirting on my thighs. I had never been with such an orgasmic woman and such a heavy squirter. She them moved her pussy up to my face, her smell pungent and intense. I absolutely loved the scent of her c**t. She rubbed her twat all over my face and then settled down on my mouth where I proceeded to eat her into orgasmic Heaven. She, now too sensitive to be eaten anymore, rolled off me saying, “Come fuck me hard!” Her wish became my command, fuck her hard I did. And we did so for the next four days. Her condo was painted months ago but she pretty much lives with me now, much to my daughter’s chagrin.
Good times.