Page 5 of Pleasing Daddy's Friends
“I know that this isn’t a relationship. I’m sorry, because I must have misspoken. What I meant to say is that polyamorous desires aren’t messed up. The desire to explore sexually with multiple partners is normal to human beings, and I’m glad that you don’t judge me for it.”
My friends and I share another look, relieved that the conversation’s back on track.
“That’s right,” I intone in a deep rumble. “The desire to service multiple men is absolutely normal, and it means that you’re a healthy, ripe, teenage girl. There’s nothing to be ashamed about.”
“Besides,” drawls Cross, “we’ve had multiple partners in the past because we’ve shared women before. Does that bother you, Lily?”
The young woman flushes, her cheeks going pink, but she bites her lip as she shakes her head.
“No, not at all,” she breathes. “If anything, it helps me to know that you’ve done this before. This isn’t going to be brand new to you, the way it is for me.”
“It isn’t new at all,” Scott growls with approval, a harsh flush descending on those high cheekbones. “And we can talk at length about what we’ve done in the past, as well as anything you’d like to know about our sexual histories. But that could make for quite a long conversation.”
Lily’s brown eyes open wide.
“It could?”
“Yes,” I drawl with a half-smile, taking her other hand in my own. “You see, we’re forty-five-year-old men, so we aren’t virgins. We’re experienced in the ways of the world, and that includes pleasing female bodies. Caressing your curves, Lily. Making you feel things you’ve never felt before. Bringing you to the heights of ecstasy you’ve only dreamed of.”
She gasps a bit, her huge breasts rising and falling with the movement. But then Lily nods and hesitates once more.
“What is it, sweetheart?” I ask. “Don’t hold back. Ask us, if it’s important, because we’re all ears and we want you to feel comfortable being with us this first time.”
Lily nods and takes another deep breath, almost dislodging one of her pasties in the process. Fuck. I watch as her huge tits jiggle a bit, dying to bite on one turgid nipple before running my tongue along the crease delineating her big breast from her chest. But I can’t do that at the moment because the young woman wants to set boundaries, and it’s fine. I’ll do whatever it takes to make her happy.
“Well,” she murmurs. “Mind if I take a seat?” she asks before sinking slowly onto the red banquette before one of the bowling alleys. “It’s good to be off my feet,” she says with a flirtatious smile. “Stilettos are killer.”
“But you look amazing in them,” I say in a deep tone while seating myself across from her. Scott and Cross take positions on either side of Lily while Lionel continues observing from the bar. Perfect. Hopefully, we don’t look like hungry assholes about to tear into a particularly luscious morsel of womanflesh.
Lily smiles again, completely unaware of my rancid thoughts. But then her pretty features go serious.
“Well, what I wanted to talk to you about is protection,” she says. “And using it during our special session tonight.”
The silence in the room is positively thunderous.
“Okay,” Scott drawls, breaking the silence. “Your stepfather did mention that protection is paramount. But you’re on the pill, right?”
Lily takes another deep breath, and this time one of her pasties does dislodge. The pink circle drops from her breast to the couch, revealing a turgid rose nipple capping a luscious mound of white. She’s got to have at least Double D’s, and my cock jerks in my pants, releasing a bit of pre-come in the process.
But Lily doesn’t notice that her pastie’s slipped and continues to speak like nothing’s wrong.
“Well, that’s the thing,” she murmurs. “I was recently prescribed new birth control, so I’m currently in the “in between” phase. I’m waiting to start my new pill while the old pill wears off.”
I stare at the gorgeous teen.
“You’re fucking kidding me,” I growl. “You’re not on the pill?”
Lily shoots a slightly panicked look at her stepfather, but Lionel merely shrugs.
“No, I’m not,” she manages in a strangled voice. “I know this comes at a bad time, but I had to get off my old birth control. It gave me the worst cramps, and I was in misery for fifteen hours a day. But it doesn’t mean that we can’t party tonight, Daddies,” she says with a hesitant smile. “We’ll just use condoms instead.”
Then, out of nowhere, Lily pulls out a box of Magnum XLs. To her credit, she got the Costco-sized container, so there will be plenty to go around. But still, I haven’t used condoms in forever. Possibly not since I was a teenager myself, with a desiccated rubber that I stole from my grandpa.
“Sweetheart,” I say in a smooth tone. “We don’t need rubbers. One of the things about being young is that –”
“—it means that I’m fertile,” Lily finishes for me, her cheeks blooming with color. “I’m only eighteen, so I’m definitely very fertile and I could get pregnant from just a drop of male seed.”
My heart jumps as my cock jerks because the fact is that I’d love knocking up my friend’s daughter. I don’t even know Lily, but the mere possibility of breeding a teenage girl turns me on, and I’m even more determined to take her raw and unprotected now.
