My father and I live at 1211 8th Street. It's a beautiful old house. My father, Bill, inherited it when my grandfather passed away. It has two bathrooms and six bedrooms. But with just my father and I, obviously we don't need all that room, so we rent out three of the rooms.
I'm 19 years old, and I've had a very....well, distressing dating life. That is, until I met my current boyfriend, Gary. Gary is a doll, I just love him to death! He's handsome, he's sweet, he's got it all. But there is one problem: he lives in one of the rooms that we rent out. My father has a very strict rule for the guests: no dating his little girl. No checking me out, no touching, no flirting. Nothing.
So for the past two months Gary and I have been dating behind my father's back. Sure I feel guilty about it, but once Gary kisses me or tucks my hair behind my ear, I forget all about my Dad. Gary is 37 and has been divorced for almost four months now. What with the alimony he pays, he's not exactly on his feet financially, that's part of the reason he wanted to move into our house, it's nice and cheap. We only ask $350 a month.
It's kind of hot though, sneaking around with Gary. My bedroom is down the hall from Gary's. It's such a different relationship, knowing that his bedroom is so close to mine. Gary is my first older man, and he is by far the hottest man I've ever been with. Not that I've been with a lot of men, but you know what I mean. I'm a college student and Gary has been a carpenter for almost fifteen years.
The other two rooms are rented out to a pair of elderly sisters, who are just adorable. They're in their late sixties, but they still keep on trucking. One's a school teacher, the other a secretary.
It's a cozy household. My Dad makes sure breakfast and dinner is always prepared for the five of us. With our individual schedules, it's hard for us to all sit down at the table at the same time, but once in a while it happens that way.
That afternoon, Gary had just come back from Seattle where his parents live. He had spent a week with them, and that was the first time Gary and I had ever been away from each other for that long of a time period. Gary's plane landed back in Iowa that day at one o'clock, but unfortunately my last class of the day hadn't finished until four o'clock.
I was driving home, and I could tell from the sound of Gary's voice on the phone that morning that he was very horny, and I knew for certain that I was too. It seemed to take forever to get home that afternoon, but finally I did.
I parked in the driveway. My Dad's car wasn't there, but when I got in the house I called out for him, just to double check. You can never be too careful with a man like a my Dad, an owner of an extensive gun collection.
Mrs. Jones, one of the elderly women were home, but that was ok. She normally kept to herself. I raced upstairs and ran into Gary in the hallway. Without a word said, I grabbed hold of his hand and dragged him into my bedroom.
We started kissing hotly, then he gave me a close hug.
"Oh Chelsea," he said to me. "Baby, I've missed you so much."
"I've missed you sweetie," I said. I cupped my hand over my mouth and whispered in his ear, "You can't imagine how lonely and how wet my pussy was for you."
He looked into my eyes and he kissed me more passionately when he heard this. We were kissing and touching each other's bodies. The sounds in the room was the sounds that make when two people kiss: that sort of wet sound, I guess you could say.
"Mmm," I moaned.
"Ssshh, baby," he said to me. "Baby," he started. "My dick was so hard when we talked on the phone this morning, all I could think of was that sweet, tight pussy of yours. How have the college boys been treating you since I've been away?"
"Gary," I smiled. "You make them sound like a bunch of grabbers! They're not that bad."
He grinned back at me, "I just wanted to make sure my sweet girl was being treated like the graceful young lady that she is." With him being 6'4" and my being 5'5", he had to lean down to whisper in my ear. "I haven't cum in three days, I've such a big load saved up for you."
I needed no more explanation. I kneeled down before him as he frantically undid his pants and yanked down his boxers. No matter how many times I saw his cock, I was always shocked by the size of it. It was big, hard, sticking out and had pre-cum leaking from the tip.
I lazily swirled my tongue around his cock and looked up at him with my big, pretty eyes, fluttering my eyelashes at him.
"Oh fuck," he moaned quietly. "Baby don't tease me, I need it bad."
I did as he asked and wrapped my lips around his cock. I took all of him in my mouth to were his pubic hairs were tickling against my nose.
He held my head and started fucking my face. I could tell it wouldn't be long before he came. He slid his slippery cock out from my lips.
"Where do you want it baby?" he asked.
I patted my face with my hands and smiled.
"Mmm, such a nasty girl," he said playfully. He started to jack off right in front of me. His hand moved up and down so fast, so frantic and desperate. "I'm so close princess," he said to me.
I shut my eyes and then soon felt a splash of hot semen onto my face. Spurt after spurt. I could feel some on my forehead and on my cheeks. Some had dribbled onto my lips. After I was sure he was done, I slowly opened my eyes and smiled sweetly up at him. My innocent face covered with his hot gooey cum.
He moaned quietly. After pulling up his boxers and his pants, he sat on the floor with me and started to rub the cum off my face with his index finger. He held out his gooey finger before my lips. I opened my lips and leaned forward to suck his finger, but he pulled away, teasing me.
He smiled and I grabbed his hand, sucking his finger. Before we had a chance to go any further, I heard a knock at my door.
I swallowed, "Who is it?"
"It's Daddy honey," said my father on the other side of the door. "Dinner's ready."
"Great, I'll be down in a few minutes."
And with that I heard his feet patter down the hall and down the stairs. Gary got up and slowly looked out the door. When it was clear, he shut the door and rushed out of the room. He came back a moment later with a wet cloth and helped me wipe my face off.
He kissed me and told me he'd see me downstairs.
Gary went downstairs and I went to the bathroom down the hallway to wash my face and hands. I went back to my room, reapplied my make-up, combed my hair and changed my t-shirt (there was a little cum on it).
I skipped out of my room and thundered down the stairs. Gary, my father and Mrs. Jones were already at the table. Miss Delworth, the other elderly woman, was not home that evening.
I sat across from Gary and took a helping of potatoes and peas. The main course was homemade chicken noodle soup which I loved. Gary and I exchanged knowing glances at the table. He smiled slightly, those cute dimples of his showing.
Mrs. Jones was talking of her day. After she was finished there was silence at the table. Then my father spoke.
"Oh honey," he said to me. "By the way, a young man called for you earlier. It was Marty. He told me to tell you to call him back."
"Thanks, Dad," I said. Marty was a boy in my psychology class. He had a crush on me. Gary knew about it, but didn't mind. He knew I had no interest in Marty. Gary once said to me, "Marty gets to admire you, and I get to play with you." I always liked hearing that statement because it made me so horny.
"Chelsea," Mrs. Jones spoke. "I never see much of this Marty boy, don't you like him? He sounds like a nice, young gentleman."
"He is nice Mrs. Jones, but he just isn't my type I guess."
"Marty is not good enough for my little girl," my father said. "Marty is scum."
I ignored daddy and was feeling particularly naughty after that blowjob I had just given Gary. I slipped my foot out of my sandal started to rub Gary's calf. He started to cough hard, then desperately gulped down some of his drink and regained his composure.
I giggled, "Are you ok, Gary?" I asked innocently.
