Don't Tell Daddy (3 page)

                                                        Boyfriend

Pamela cleaned herself up and went to the front porch to wait for Elijah, her boyfriend for the past two years. He was handsome with his brown skin, dark eyes, and soft, low-cut hair. He was tall with a cut body. Nothing, to Pamela, was as sexy as a man who worked out.  

He showed up in his father’s BMW and got out to greet Pamela with a deep kiss as he cupped her ass. "Wassup baby?" He grinned.  

"I missed you," she said, pouting.

Elijah smiled and leaned down to kiss her again, pecking her lips before she pulled him into the house. He sat on the sofa and pulled her into his lap, his arms around her waist. He rested his head in her soft breasts, sighing. “I tried to convince my parents to let you come. But my mama wasn’t having it.” He grinned up at her wickedly. “She said she know what we’re up to and we could live a week without it.”

Pamela held Elijah’s face, kissing him and pressing her body against his. She had missed him, and she wanted to get him up to her bed.

"Come fuck me, baby. I'm so hot for you." 

Elijah didn’t need to be told twice, and he lifted Pamela up, allowing her to take his hand and he followed her up the stairs, watching her hips sway. He loved that openness about her and that she wasted no time letting him know how she felt. What she wanted. He found that vulgarity sexy.

"You're so sexy, Mela," he told her.  

"Show me how sexy," she purred as they got into her room, and she offered him protection.

After he strapped up, Pamela lay back with her legs open, already wet, awaiting his large member. He just got on top and humped her.

She couldn't help, now, noticing how silly this boy looked, arching his back and humping. Not that it didn't give her pleasure, but no wonder she wasn't having orgasms before.  

"Mm," she moaned softly, gyrating.  

"Oh fuck, Pamela. Damn baby." 

Pamela watched his ass go up in the air and come back down. She had liked this? She preferred Bryan stroking her in and out.  

Fantasizing about Bryan made Pamela excited, taking her body back to a heaven she had never known previously. "Ooh yes! Yes! Uhhh… Ooh, daddy," she called out.  

Elijah wondered what got into her, having not the slightest hint it was another man. She had never been like this with him before. Pamela was a vocal lover, but it had never been like this.

He buried his face in her neck, his sweat dripping off onto her body, her arms around his neck, her knees bent, her feet placed flat on the bed as she allowed Elijah to do his thing.

Elijah didn't know what to do with it. He flopped clumsily around and then he came and rolled off of Pamela. "That's it?" she questioned. 

"What? It was good baby." 

"Get out." 

"What did I—" 

"Out." 

Elijah didn’t understand what he had done to Pamela. She had never kicked him out after sex before. However, he wasn’t about to deal with her having mood swings and he wasn’t going to stay where he wasn’t wanted. He would call her crazy ass later to see if she had exorcised whatever the hell possessed her.

As soon as Elijah was gone, Pamela went in her closet and pushed boxes until she found her vibrating dildo. She turned it on and leaned against her closet wall, bringing the humming toy to her pulsing flesh.

"Ahhh," she sighed in relief. "Oh! Ohhh," she moaned, holding the wall for support as her breathing quickened. She never thought she'd use the toy when it was gifted by a friend for her eighteenth birthday. She’d been satisfied with her and Elijah’s sex, never knowing any better, and now she knew better.

The hum of the vibrator was the only sound outside of her moans.

She was so close to release when the batteries suddenly died. "This is a fucking joke!" she growled. Where was Bryan when she needed him? 

Pamela tossed the toy and manually finished the job herself, fantasizing about Bryan touching her. Kissing her. Fucking her so good. 

Her head rested on the wall, her legs shaking as she visualized her godfather. She could hear her finger sloshing her juices around as she drizzled down her thighs, struggling to hold herself up as the tension rose in her core, quickening her breath.

Her release was a small one. Nothing compared to the orgasms Bryan had given her. But it had to suffice until he got home.  

Pamela went to wash her sheets, and she heard the door open. "Mela," Jada called. 

"Just a second, Jae." 

Pamela put the bed set in the washer but didn't start it. She went to clean herself up and joined her best friend. "To the Chocolate Factory?" 

"We're off to see the Wizard." 

The girls got into Jada's white Jetta. "Seen Elijah lately?" 

"Yeah. He was just over. We fucked." 

Jada just laughed and shook her head. “Is that all you two do when you see one another?”

Pamela rolled her eyes. She wasn’t even going to honor that with a reply because Jada knew good and well that it wasn’t.

They got to Heather's shop and went behind the counter. A cute boy was checking out Pamela, but she used her boyfriend as an excuse to say no when the reason was Bryan. She was not going to have enough time in her day to entertain her boyfriend, have sex with Bryan, and then consider seeing someone else.

"Madrina," she sang. 

It scared Pamela how easily she smiled in this woman's face, knowing she was sleeping with her husband. She had to keep Elijah around. How would it look if she suddenly realized he fucked funny and dropped him?

                                          Full Steam Ahead

Bryan watched Pamela in the water, her bikini hugging her curves and showing off just enough skin. Heather came over and sat in his lap, following his gaze to the water. "They grew up so fast," she said, smiling. “That Mela is just as curvaceous as ever. Her poor daddy. Thank Dios our Jada is a board." 

Bryan didn't respond. He just watched his tenderoni do her thing. Damn she was looking good. He couldn't wait to get into her tonight. Heather was right. Thank God Jada was a board.

His erected dick put a smile on his wife's face and he leaned down and kissed his neck. She was always happy to take care of her husband. "Come inside, Bryan. Let's make love." 

Pamela watched in envy from the lake as Heather led Bryan into the cabin by the hand, his other hand on her ass.

She got out of the water, frowning and trying hard not to imagine what her lover was about to do to his wife. She was trying hard not to wonder if he enjoyed his wife as much as, or more than, he did her.

Heather closed and locked the master bedroom door and Bryan laid her body back in their bed and kissed her lips, massaging her thick thighs. She moaned as he squeezed her nipples, his lips brushing hers. She pulled his jeans down and moved to take him into her mouth and tickle his balls. She was skilled. At fifty-three, she had been giving head for over thirty years.

He closed his eyes and saw Pamela's pretty pink lips wrapped around his tip, licking, moaning. Heather didn't enjoy sucking dick. She was just good at it. However, Bryan knew Pamela had enjoyed it, and she was good at it too. 

Heather pushed her husband back and straddled him, resting her hands on his chest as she slid down his pole, moaning softly as she did so.

He still planned to teach Pamela to ride dick.  

Heather worked her hips, moaning, but it wasn't the same to Bryan. She wasn't as tight as twenty years ago. She didn't squeeze him as strongly. He imagined he was thrusting himself deep into Pamela's wet, hot, gripping walls as he held Heather's hips.  

Atop him was a fifty-three-year old woman who knew what she was doing, and who did it well. But in his mind, he was fucking a barely-eighteen-year old who had not the slightest idea of what she was doing. That was half the fun.  

Heather was not very verbal. Her moans had always been soft. That had worked for Bryan until Pamela came along.

He told himself he had never cheated on his wife before. To quit while he was ahead. To leave well enough alone. It was just that he wanted to get back in, and that made it even harder to get out. He should have just left the bathroom. But he hadn't because he was thinking with his dick head.  

Heather rained over Bryan’s member and Bryan lifted her hips, lying her on the bed. He'd save his orgasm for Pamela. Heather kissed Bryan's lips softly, massaging his still hard dick.  

"I'm tired,” she whispered.  

"Sleep, love," he suggested, smiling.  

"Hey, Jada called." 

"That so?" 

"Said she'll be here this weekend." 

"Why?" 

"The robotics thing." 

Bryan said nothing else regarding it. He fell asleep with his wife and woke to a note from her saying she had to handle something at the Chocolate Factory. Pamela was going to cook, and she left some sweets. She had left them completely alone for three days.

Heather and Jada did this to him every summer. They were meant to spend the summer at the lake, but he spent most of it alone. 

Bryan went to wash Heather off him and headed outside where Pamela was on her back, feeling the tides wash up over her. He walked over to where she lay. She looked up at him and smiled. "Mami told me to cook for you," she announced.  

Pamela was grinning. She believed a woman should always cook for her man. Not that she was his nor he hers. But just for these sinful moments they lived together…

"I was made aware." 

"Come and lie down, Papi. The water is cool." 

Bryan lied in the sand beside her, kissing on her and massaging her inner thighs. "What are we going to do tonight?" 

"Tonight," he started, his lips spreading into a slow, sensuous smile. "I'm simply going to have my way with you. You won't have to move but one muscle." He slid his hand slowly to rub her throbbing pussy. She quivered. He kissed her neck, still rubbing.  

"Please fuck me," she begged. He chuckled on her flesh.  

"Luego." 

He got up and dived into the lake. She stared, feeling hot enough to combust at any given moment. He wasn’t being fair and he knew it. He’d left her to fend for herself, and now that he was back, he was trying to test her patience.

She bit her lip and slid her hand into her bikini, but Bryan popped her with a wet hand. "What are you doing?" 

"I want to cum," she whined, her aching need eating away and swelling inside of her. 

"Not without me," he told her plainly.  

Pamela felt like a crack head begging for a hit of the rock. Bryan put it on her and she hadn’t been the same. She was fiending for it. It had been a long four days. She was burning up inside.  

Pamela moved her hand to massage his balls, and he grunted as his dick grew. She pulled him out of his shorts and he pulled her by the back of her head. "Suck," he ordered.  

Pamela got on her knees and took him into her mouth. She was stroking her wet kitten simultaneously. He commanded she use her hands on his sac. She whined and moaned, wanting her release so badly.  

"Please, Papi," she begged, her gray eyes looking up at him.  

"I didn't tell you to stop," he snapped, pulling her head back.  

Pamela took him back into her mouth, using one hand on his shaft and the other on his testes. "Oh, Mela," he groaned. "Ooh, baby, yeah," he encouraged, stroking her hair.  

Pamela squeezed her legs shut in hopes the friction would alleviate the painful throbbing. She wanted him between her other lips so badly.

She moaned against his tip as she licked around it before she pulled her head back slowly, keeping him between her lips as she felt his warm cum hit her tongue.

Pamela wiped her mouth and went inside to use the bathroom, washing her face, rinsing her mouth, and wetting a washcloth with cool water. Just as she was about to place it against her hot lips, Bryan entered. "What are you doing?" he growled. 

She stood there, like a deer caught in headlights. Bryan took the towel and tossed it, kissing Pamela fiercely, biting her lip. She moaned. Her kitty felt heavier and hotter. She just needed him to stroke it and make her purr.  

He pressed his hardness against her stomach. "Touch it," he demanded. She took him in her small hand and massaged him. He simply held her around the waist, building up her tension as her body pulsed.  

"Please, Papi," she moaned. “Ayúdadme. Ámame. Ama mi cuerpo," she begged, requesting that he help her, that he love her and love her body.

He smiled that sensuous smile at her and stroked her hair. He was enjoying her desire for him more than she could imagine. Seeing how badly she wanted him turned him on more than he’d ever been in his life.