I was eighteen the first time I fucked him.
He was my father's friend, my mother's former lover, my sister's father, and I'd been in love with him for years. Despite the fact that my mother had died when I was twelve, he stayed a part of my life, even though no one besides myself knew he'd fathered my little sister.
I was six when Elisabeth was born, Trevor was twenty-four. Even though I was too young to fully understand, I knew that he and my mother shared a relationship that she was supposed to be sharing with my father, and that she got pregnant because of it. She begged me not to tell him and I didn't, but only because I didn't want Trevor to get in trouble. He was already the king of my world.
Trevor's older brother was my father's best friend and he and Trevor came over all the time. He still kept coming over even after Mom died, he just stopped going in to say "hi" to her while Dad and Chris watched football downstairs. He would still tug on my braids or bring me candy or presents, and for years I dreamed of the day I could be with him.
The day I turned eighteen, I couldn't wait until school was out so I could go see Trevor. My friend's older brother had come home from college the day before and offered to drive me over. Trevor's house was at the end of a long dirt road, hidden by trees and other foliage, and was well-protected. I knew he would be alerted by a vehicle in the driveway so when we pulled in, I turned to Dean, leaned across the car, and kissed him.
"What was that all about?" he asked, neither surprised nor seemingly bothered by my action.
"I just wanted to say thank-you," I replied coyly. I let my hand drift toward his lap and caressed the bulge in his jeans, smiling when he hissed a breath through his teeth. I continued to rub him and his cock hardened, his erection getting thicker and longer and straining the zipper. "That looks painful," I teased, reaching for the button and sliding it free. "Maybe we should get it out of those tight jeans."
"No shit," he gasped, pushing his jeans down and letting his cock spring free. It was nearly perfect, about seven inches long and as thick as my wrist. I moaned and my panties were immediately dampened, my pussy tingling. I couldn't wait to have it in me. First, though, I wanted to taste it.
I wiggled around in the seat until I was on my knees, leaning over the console and sliding my mouth over that gorgeous dick. Dean groaned as I stroked him. He lifted his hips up, pushing his cock further into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat with every thrust. He was steel-hard and my pussy was so wet. I reached under my skirt and slid two fingers into my pussy, rubbing my clit with my thumb.
I let his cock pull out of my mouth and sat up. "Come here," I demanded. I tilted the passenger-side seat down so it was nearly flat and lifted my body up. Dean slid over the console until he was settled in the seat. "God, I can't wait to have you in me," I whimpered as I lowered myself onto his dick.
"Fuck," Dean breathed as he speared into me. He gripped my hips and arched his up, his cock buried deep in my pussy, his thick nest of hair tickling my clit. I ground down onto him, my clit rubbing against the base of his cock, and cried out. "You're such a fucking slut," he said with a breathless chuckle, sliding one hand under my shirt and cupping my full breast, his thumb glancing over the nipple.
"Fuck yeah," I cried, my hips rising and falling rapidly as I rode his thick pole. I lifted my skirt to my waist so he could watch his cock pump in and out of my pussy. "You know the reason I needed a ride here?" I asked as he pulled my shirt over my head and exposed my D-cup breasts with the dark pink nipples. "I want the guy in the house to see me fucking you. I want him to watch your mouth on my breasts and your dick in my pussy, and get so hard he aches. Because when I go inside, I want him to fuck me."
"I can't imagine him not wanting to bury his meat in this hot snatch," Dean assured me as he drove his cock into me again and again, fast, hard, and deep.
"Oh fuck, yeah, fuck my pussy," I cried. "Fuck it hard." His lips and tongue were busy at my breasts, his fingers massaging the firm flesh and his teeth lightly closing over my hardened nipples while his hips continued to pump into me.
I could feel the warm rush of orgasm start to crash over me and I rode him faster, my pussy clenching his cock rhythmically until it exploded. I screamed as I flooded his cock with my juices. Dean groaned loudly and I knew he was about to cum, too.
"Cum on my tits," I demanded, and we rolled over so that he was on top. He pulled out and jerked his cock rapidly until it began spurting thick streams of white cream onto my nipples. It dripped down my breasts and landed in pools on my stomach.
"Holy shit, that was fucking amazing," Dean said with a grunt of pleasure. "I'll give you a ride from school any time if I get that in return."
"Next time, I'll let you fuck my ass," I said with a wink, then slid out of the car. I was still half-naked, my skirt stuck to my pussy in wet spots, my cum running down my legs. I slid my shirt back on and was pleased to see how my nipples still protruded against the thin cloth, Dean's cum making large dark stains and causing it to stick to my breasts and stomach.
"Trevor isn't going to let me get in the front door before he has my skirt up and his dick in me," I chuckled as I walked up to the house.
The door swung open before I even knocked on it and Trevor stood there, glaring down at me. "What the hell do you think you're doing, young lady?" he thundered.
