Poison Ivy's Tales of Erotica

Taboo: Dad's Best Friend

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A summer cookout at a lake house turns from carefree fun to a charged late-night encounter that tests boundaries, trust, and self-control. We follow desire as it moves from fantasy to action,

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You've entered Poison Ivy's Tales of Erotica, where fantasy breathes and pleasure takes form. I'm Poison Ivy, your seductive guide through stories that tease, tempt, and tangle the senses. New tales every Monday, indulge deeper on patreon.com slash Poison Ivy Erotica and explore more on my Amazon author page. Links in the description. Now surrender to the heat of this week's story, Taboo, Dad's Best Friend, written by myself. It's Saturday morning. I'm slowly waking up as the sunlight peeks through the slit in my curtains. I stretched my whole body, then relaxed and lay there for about five minutes before getting up. Today was going to be a long day of fun. We were going to a cookout at my dad's best friend's house. I loved going there. The house was huge and had an in-ground pool, even though it sat on a lake. There was a boat, jet skiing, and a slide on the deck. Not to mention, I was extremely attracted to my dad's best friend. Of course, his wife was beautiful, kept in shape and wore expensive clothes. She was one of those women you look at and know right away she has money and came from class. I would be completely embarrassed if he ever learned that sometimes at night I think of him when I pleasure myself. I imagine him coming on to me, telling me he's been wanting me for a long time, that he thinks of me when he's with his wife. I would imagine him telling me how he is dying to know how I taste. Just thinking about that made my nipples tingle. Pressure began to build deep in my stomach, radiating downward between my legs. I knew the need was going to continue to build until I gave in. I slid my hand down between my legs and under my panties, finding my already engorged nub. I rubbed in a circular motion. I brought my other hand up to cut my breast and squeezed my taut nipples. I was so turned on it only took a couple minutes to bring myself to orgasm. It was sweet and intense. I stiffled my moans as the waves pulsed through me. There was a little gush of liquid that flowed out onto my panties. It took me a few minutes to calm my breathing and heart rate so I could get up and start getting ready. Looking at the clock, I had about an hour and a half. So I headed to the bathroom and I started with a nice hot shower. Water running down my body started to turn me on again. My body was in need, and I had a feeling this wasn't going to stop until it got what it really wanted. It wanted the real thing. My finger just wasn't going to do the job this time. A little frustrated, I left the shower and concentrated on getting dressed and doing my makeup. It took me forever to figure out what to wear. I must have changed at least 15 times. Finally, I settled on a cute yellow sundress that showed off my cleavage and legs. Underneath I wore a bikini. Finally, it was time for my parents to finish packing up the car, and my little brother and sister were already waiting until I got there. I sat back and put my headphones in so I wouldn't have to hear my family's chatter all the way there. The ride took about three hours as this was their country home and not where they lived most of the year. We could hear laughter and the smell of cooking as we stepped out of our vehicle. It was a sunny, beautiful summer day that was perfect for a gathering. We walked around the house following the sounds and smells coming from the backyard. My heart leapt as we came around the corner, and there stood my dad's best friend. They had gone to college together and had been in the same fraternity. He was standing at the grill, his muscular legs on display in the shorts he was wearing. I licked my lips, wondering what his package was like underneath. I almost forgot other people were there until my mother nudged me forward and asked what was wrong with me. Nothing, I stammered, as I could feel my face burning a little. I looked up to see him looking at me as we made our way around to the back area. He turned to my father as we reached him. I watched as they greeted each other with a big hug. The whole family came over then and we all said hello. It really was a perfect day. We swam, sunbathed, ate, and just enjoyed everything. The sun was setting, but the fun didn't stop there. We had a bonfire, ate some s'mores, and the adults started drinking. They seemed to be having just as much fun as us. As the night waned on, the younger kids were sent inside to bed. A bit later, my parents couldn't keep their eyes open and had to call it a night. I wandered inside and went down to their finished basement to watch some TV alone since I wasn't ready for bed. It looked like my dad's friend and his wife were going to be heading for their room anyways, leaving just me. The basement was nothing like the basement I knew. This one was finished like a second living area. I snuggled down on the plush couch and began flipping through channels, looking for a good movie to watch. I decided on an old horror movie, Camp Crystal Lake. About fifteen minutes in, I heard the door open at the top of the stairs. I was extremely surprised and elated when I saw my dad's best friend coming down. He smiled at me and said he was having trouble sleeping and asked if I wanted a drink. My parents didn't usually let me drink, but I knew they would be passed out and never know. So I said yes. He went over to a bar they had in the corner and poured us both drinks. His looked like straight liquor, while the one he brought me looked sweet. He handed me the drink, which I slowly sipped. I was surprised at how sweet the drink really was, and that I couldn't taste any alcohol. He sat down on the couch with me, not too close, but close enough that I could smell his intoxicating cologne. What's on? he asked. Camp Crystal Lake I stammered out. Why was I getting so nervous around him? I had known him practically all my life. That's a good one, he replied. Mind if I watch it with you? I could say no, of course. I said and gave him a sweet smile. His eyes tipped down before he turned his attention to the movie. I looked down and remembered I was still wearing my bikini and just a light sheer cover up over it. I was glad he was watching the movie as I could feel the heat crawl up my neck to my face. Hoping he didn't notice, I turned my attention away and gulped down my drink to calm my nerves. After a few moments I glanced over and he was looking at me. His eyes were so dark and filled with desire. Our eyes met and I could swear he could see the same desire written all over my face. I had fantasized about being with him so many times that my body was reacting to being so close to him and alone. You've grown up, he said. Yeah. I'm not a little girl anymore. I can't believe I just said it. That was so suggestive and nothing like me. I couldn't help it though. Everything inside me wanted this man's touch. He gave me a sly, crooked grin that made him even more devilishly handsome. No, you definitely are not. I could feel the alcohol I drank slowly relaxing me and making bolder. I leaned back, knowing he could see my body well beneath the sheer cover up of just my bikini covering me. He looked hungry as I watched him take in my body. The nervousness I had felt slowly being replaced with a red, hot desire. He leaned forward, putting his hand on my knee. Close to my ear he whispered I've dreamed about touching you. My heart leapt into my chest. Those few words sent my body into full need. I bit my lip and moaned slightly at the thought. That was all he needed to know and that I wanted it to. He began softly kissing my ear while his hand slowly slid up my leg to rest on my thigh. I'm sure he could feel the heat coming off of me. I've wanted this for so long. He was the first guy I ever fantasized about. The couple guys I had slept with hadn't brought me this much excitement. And we hadn't even done anything yet. He kissed a trail down my throat, then up to my mouth, and finally delving his tongue in. His kiss was soft yet demanding. As both our breasts started coming out ragged, his hand slid up to touch me, causing me to moan into his mouth as he began to rub my swollen clit. I was so ready it only took seconds. I arched my back, releasing his kiss as the flood of ecstasy emanated from deep inside me, pulsing down between my legs. Oh the cool air on my nipple as he moved my suit aside. My nipples were hard and waiting for his mouth. He licked the engorged nipple before taking it in his mouth to suck gently with just enough pressure to drive me wild. He went from one breast and then the other. I couldn't wait to feel him inside of me. The orgasm hadn't satiated me at all. It had left my body desiring more. The pressure between my legs began to build again. I needed him inside. He slid my suit to the side to run his fingers up and down my dripping wet slit. Oh God I was going to come again. I bit my lip and groaned as I lost control. He moaned in my ear, sliding his finger inside me, feeling me pulse with pleasure. My hips instinctively rose to give him better access to the inside of me. He was driving me wild. His fingers slammed my wetness until my breathing started to calm down. I felt a moment of panic, thinking he was done when he moved away from me until he positioned himself between my legs, grabbing me, spreading me wide to give his mouth access. First, I felt his fingers spread me before he licked me slowly from opening to my clit, where he began sucking. It was amazing what his mouth was doing to me. Every lick and suck was excruciatingly good. I cried out, gripping his hair in my hands as my hips bounced in rhythm to my orgasm. He hungrily licked my juices as they flowed into his mouth. Oh God. Now I understood why my friend said it was better with a mature man. My legs were still quivering when I felt something hard and slick pressed against me. Mm it felt so good on my swollen clit as he rubbed it with the head. With one delivered stroke he entered me. Damn you're tight, he groaned as he pulled it out and slid it back in. Fuck. I felt myself stretched. He was huge. I looked up at him as he began giving it to me. He looked me in the eyes, grinned and slammed it in. Oh god. Ooh, I could feel my body climbing again. Every stroke brought me closer until my body exploded on him. I cried out repeatedly as he slammed me. Ooh, I heard my wetness where our bodies connected. I didn't care if someone heard me. I couldn't hold back my cries. I don't think he cared either as he slammed all of him inside of me. I felt so empty when he pulled out and flipped me over onto my knees. He had me facing towards the back of the couch, which put me in the perfect view of a full length mirror they had on the other side of the room. He entered me slowly burying himself to the hill. He leaned forward and whispered in my ear, I've wanted your pussy for so long. With that he leaned back, me and giving it to me. Just what I needed in long hard strokes. I felt my ass bouncing as his body slammed against it. Stroke after stroke he was bringing me back to losing control. He was so big and long that it hurt some when he buried himself deep inside. But that turned me on even more. My moans began to intensify as his strokes became increasingly frenzied. Ooh, I felt a sharp pain as he slapped my ass. Mm it was sweet though. My moans turned to cries as my body began pulsing and squeezing his cock. He gave one last hard pounding thrust and buried himself deep inside. With a coarse groan he held himself there as he pulsed and released his seed into me. He held himself there for a minute before he pulled out. Oh I felt his cum starting to leak out of my swollen. Yeah very satisfied pussy. I was still on my knees and felt his fingers touch and spread me. I could see in the mirror that he was watching his cum running out and dripping onto the couch. He gave me one last kiss and then left for upstairs. I sat down and couldn't believe that had just happened. I played it repeatedly in my mind. I might have said I dreamed it, that is, if it was another one of my fantasies, but I could still feel everything he had done to me. I decided I'd better get upstairs and go to bed before anyone wakes up. On my way up, I wondered what it was going to be like when I saw him again in the morning with his family and mine. Well, thank you for listening to Poison Ivy's Tales of Erotica, where fantasy breathes and pleasure takes form.

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