I had been out in the kitchen waiting for almost an hour, trying to be quiet although it seemed like the way my heart was beating that the thudding was reverberating throughout the house.
There were three people in the two bedrooms down the hall, all female. At the end of the hall, my wife of 28 years was sound asleep, which was fine with me. Our marriage was over in that room of the house anyway, and it mattered so little to me that I didn't even get pissed when someone told me she was screwing around on me.
In the other bedroom were two females; one a bubbly and shapely blonde who looked a lot like a young version of Sally Struthers, and the other a rather homely brunette who was about as unshapely as an 18 year old girl can be, a carpenter's dream as they used to say.
I'm waiting for one of them. Not the shapely blonde, who happens to be my daughter but the other one, the tall rail-thin girl who is my daughter's best friend. Her name is Elizabeth and she stays over a lot, and while the stated reason is schoolwork I know she has the hots for my daughter. I also know they mess around some too, although I suspect my daughter does it out of pity.
Pity. That's probably the reason that I'm waiting for Elizabeth like I am, although to be honest I don't know who pities the other more. I'm out there waiting for a human version of Olive Oyl to give me pleasure, and Elizabeth tolerates my urges because she loves my daughter and probably can't find a guy anyway.
I don't even remember when it started but it's all I have and while Elizabeth's looks aren't those that make men turn their's heads -towards her that is - in time I've developed a perverse attraction towards her strange body.
The funny thing is that when she comes out and we go downstairs we would be having sex, at least not the traditional kind. We've done everything else though, and when Elizabeth comes out we'll go down and do it again.
When. If. There's also the chance that she fell asleep. Maybe after eating my daughter's pussy she dropped off. That happened once before and I stood out in the kitchen until the sun was coming up, and I know that if it happened again I probably would be out here all night again.
*****
As it turned out, Alan Borden had nothing to worry about.
*****
The horny 53 year old man pacing the kitchen only had a few more minutes to wait before his daughter's bedroom door opened and then closed, and when he saw the tall shadowy figure emerge he knew which of the girls who stepped out.
Standing around the corner where the kitchen met the hall, Alan Borden waiting until the willowy girl passed before he stepped out and playfully attacked the teen, and while Elizabeth knew what was likely going to happen she still was a little startled when she felt the arms come around her.
"Gotcha," Mr. Borden whispered almost inaudibly before his hands came around her skinny waist and immediately slide up to grab the small breasts through the pale pink nightie, his meaty paws roughly kneading the pear-sized orbs while nuzzling into the girl's neck.
Elizabeth sighed as she leaned back into the middle-aged man who was naked, the hairs on his legs and arms tickling her limbs. His hands were not soft and tender but rough and animal-like, and for whatever reason young girl found his crude mauling just as arousing.
Instinctively her arms rose up and reached backward to enable her to run her hands through the scalp of the slightly taller man, her nipples popping out under the groping.
"Want you - right here," he mumbled as his hands slid over from the tiny teats long enough to let his fingers slide over and run through Elizabeth's armpits.
"No," Elizabeth gasped, but the teen was not objecting to his stroking the dense five o'clock shadow that coated the deep craters of her armpits, which she found as pleasurable her her friend's daughter did.
What Elizabeth was resisting was Mr. Borden's urge to take her right there in the kitchen, bent over the table in obvious sight of anyone who would happen to come out of the bedrooms. For some reason he always wanted that, but Elizabeth resisted.
"You want it - you know you want it," Mr. Borden said as his erection pressed into the girl's backside.
"Not here - downstairs," Elizabeth answered, and only then did he let her go and followed her down into the den.
***
They had barely gotten downstairs before Alan Borden was climbing all over the lanky girl, his hands everywhere while he kissed her like an overanxious schoolboy.
"You're horny tonight, Mr. Borden," Elizabeth giggled as her nightie came off and the older man started slobbering all over her breasts - breasts so under-developed that her first boyfriend had snickered at them - but Mr. Borden never had.
"Always am for you," he grunted. "What did you and Kelly do up there? Eat each other out? Rub your tits together?"
Elizabeth stayed silent as usual, and as a way to maintain that silence went down to her knees on the carpet, grabbing the long slender prong that was pointing straight out and bringing it to her lips.
"Ooh!" Alan Borden groaned as he felt Elizabeth's lips slide from the puckered tip of his foreskin and not stop until her eyes were in the graying pubes of Kelly's father, having taken almost all of the nearly seven inches of throbbing cock in her mouth.
As her mouth went up and down the warm member the man cradled Elizabeth's head in his hands, his knees bending slightly as he felt her chin against his nuts.
The cock that had seemed so big and scary at one time was now something the teen handled with ease, and as the tip of her friend's father's cock touched her throat her hands reached around to grab his ass cheeks.
"Oh, you're good Liz," Alan Borden groaned. "Way better than Kelly's Mom ever was. Suck that dick hard. Yeah."
