My jaw dropped. I couldn't believe what I had just heard; was I losing my mind? Had my ears garbled the words that had entered my eardrum and maybe I just misheard? Things like this just didn't happen in normal society...did they?
"Yes, I did it. Last night." My best friend said with a proud grin. "I finally did it."
"Are you for real, Tasha?" I asked in disbelief.
She giggled. "What's the big deal? It happens more than you know, Chasey."
"But not to my best friend."
"Well...it did. Believe it."
I gazed at her steadily, looking for any possible signs of a lie. Tasha and I had been friends since we entered preschool together; she had never lied to me, and I never lied to her. But more than that, we were lovers...had been since we both turned eighteen but six months ago. Tasha pressed her small, full lips together and waited for my next reaction, moving closer to me and placing her warm hand on my tanned, bare thigh.
"So let me get this straight," I murmured. "Last night, my best friend...my best friend...you...I mean..."
"Yes, Chasey, I slept with my father." Tasha said exasperatedly.
The words seemed foreign, and with a distraught groan, I flopped down next to Tasha on my bed. She turned over on her side facing me and set her hand on my hip, urging me onto my side to face her also.
"It was so hot. God, I never thought sex could be so good with a guy. Usually, it's just wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am and the guy is done. With my father...he was totally in tune to my every desire." Tasha said, her brown eyes dreamy.
Here we where, my best friend and I, relaxing after a long days work at our jobs in my bedroom, and Tasha comes out with this revelation. I knew she only told me because I was her best friend and she trusted I wouldn't go around telling everyone; plus the fact, I thought with a inward chuckle, she loved to try and shock me. Involuntarily, my pussy began to stir. An image of Tasha on her back, her hairless, shaved pussy wet and spread open for her father's waiting cock filled my mind's eye. Tasha's father was thirty-seven and beyond good-looking; thick brown hair, hazel eyes, and a trim build that I had often found myself fantasizing about being underneath. Tasha herself was a beauty, too, with long, curly brown hair, brown eyes, and a lean, curvy build. Along with the lust came the jealousy...whether I was jealous about Tasha being with her father or vice versa, I couldn't really tell, but it started from my belly and most likely turned my eyes from blue to green.
"Come on, Chasey. I've been telling you for months I wanted him." She said. "Are you mad?"
"No," I replied. "Not mad as much as jealous."
"Don't be jealous. There's a world of difference between my best friend and my father." She grinned.
"I - I still can't believe it."
"When I think it over, it's hard for me to believe, too. I mean this is the man that raised me, took care of me, held me when I was a baby. But on the other hand, he's a man too; a man with real desires and feelings, and I'm not just his daughter...I'm a woman."
I ran my hand along her slim hip, feeling a little shiver of excitement unfurl in my belly. "Tell me about it."
"Well, my brother was out with his friends, and my dad was downstairs watching a movie on the TV, wearing just his jeans. You've seen him in just his jeans, right?"
I had. Cameron, Tasha's father, kept himself tanned and well in shape. He had a great stomach and a toned chest, and just imagining him in a pair of faded blue jeans started all kinds of naughty thoughts in my head. Now that I thought about it, so did my father...he was a year younger than Tasha's father, with jet-black hair, forest green eyes, and a muscular build that could turn any woman's head. Unlike Tasha, whose mom died when she was very young, I am an only child. My mother left us when I was five, which allowed him to date, though he didn't very much. My father and I were very close; he was the only male I could fully trust, as well as being a loving, supportive father throughout my teenage years. But after I turned eighteen, he seemed to pull away. Maybe not emotionally as much as physically, he rarely hugged me, and sitting close to each other on the couch while peacefully watching a movie hadn't happened since I could remember. I often wondered if it was because of how much I took after my mother, with long, blond-brown hair, blue eyes, and a curvy build that drew eyes wherever I went. Often, I caught him staring at me but he would quickly look away when I met his eyes; a few times I would find him just outside the bathroom door as I finished showering, hurrying away when I emerged...I thought nothing of it at the time...but now...Tasha wiggled closer to me, her voice lowering huskily.
"So I came downstairs in this short t-shirt and sat down next to him, cuddling up real close and resting one of my hands on his thigh. He put his arm around me, and I pretended to stretch, pulling my shirt way up past my belly. Of course, I forgot my panties..."
She trailed off, looking at me from the corner of her chocolate brown eyes with a playful smile. "You little slut." I said, not able to stop myself from smiling back.
"It was like flipping a switch. He had a hard-on tenting his jeans out so far boy scouts could camp under them," she chuckled. "He kind of froze, like he was hoping I wouldn't notice. I could imagine what was going through his head; this is my daughter, how can I think what I am thinking, why am I even looking at her the way I am. Actually, I could practically read what he was thinking.
"I looked up at him, he looked right back. I slid my hand farther up his thigh, waited for him to say no, when he didn't say anything, I slid my hand over his cock. Still he didn't say anything. I unbuttoned his jeans, pulled down his zipper, and let his cock out. Oh my God, Chasey, you would not believe the size of him. At least eight inches, and thick...way thicker than any other guy I've been with. I ran my finger over the tip of his dick, he moaned a little and asked what I was doing. I told him I was doing exactly what the both of us wanted. I told him that I knew he watched while I showered, that he watched when I walked in and out of a room, and that he liked to steal my panties to jerk off with. He managed to look really shocked and stutter a denial, but he knew he was caught. I wrapped my hand around him and started stroking him...God; the sound of his moans was one of the most erotic things I've ever heard. I was making my father moan, Chasey."
"Jesus, Tasha." I muttered. Though I wouldn't admit it out loud, this was beyond hot. My eighteen year-old best friend rubbing her own father's cock...what would it be like to wrap my fist around my father's cock? Feel the pulsing veins running up the length of his shaft in my palm?
She continued. "I put my mouth around his cock and sucked him until he was on the verge of cumming...then he pushed me down onto my back and went down on me until I could barely see straight. I was almost screaming at the top of my lungs, he ate my pussy so well, Chasey. He used his tongue, his fingers; he made me beg for more. He spread my thighs and fucked me on my back...I came three times before he put me on all fours and fucked me until I came three more times. I wanted him to cum sooner, but he said he wanted me to experience a real man. He looked like he won the lottery when I asked him to cum in my mouth...mmmmm, he tasted good, too."
I stared at her for a moment, letting everything she had just told me fully sink in. "I can't believe you did it."
"Then you probably won't believe it when I do it again." She said slyly.
"You're going to hell." I said matter-of-factly.
"I think I was already well on my way when I started playing with you, Chasey Alexandra." We caught each other's eye and collapsed into a fit of giggles, totally caught up in the pleasure and beauty of the other.
There was a brief knock at my bedroom door, and before Tasha and I had a chance to jump off the bed, my father peeked his head in. His green eyes opened to the size of saucers as he took in our nearly naked bodies (I wore a white cami and matching bikini panties, Tasha wore a matching black cami and panties) and he quickly diverted his gaze.
"Oh...sorry, girls. I just wanted to let you know that dinner is ready." He murmured.
"Thanks, Daddy." I squeaked. Tasha and I exchanged glances as he left, closing the door behind him, and I gasped when her warm fingers nudged underneath my panties. She rubbed along my thoroughly wet slit, slipping her middle finger between my shaven sex lips to firmly circle my clit.
"You're soaking wet." She murmured. "Does Daddy turn you on, Chasey?"
"Stop that." I said sharply. "You fucked your father, that doesn't mean I want to fuck mine."
"Don't lie to me! I saw your eyes when he was looking at us. Your little nipples hardened under your cami...now your pussy is practically dripping. Didn't know you could want your father, did you?"
"I don't want him." I insisted breathlessly, enjoying the sweet pleasure washing through my body. I didn't want my father...that would be wrong...
Tasha scooted closer, her smooth knees bumping against mine, her fingers working faster under my panties. "Tell me you never think about sucking his cock, Chasey. What it would feel like to have your father fucking hard into your aching little pussy...making you cum...over and over again."
