Greg wondered how things would change, now that Crystal had sucked him off. She had been flirting with him like crazy this past week, and he had mostly just taken it as her usual teasing. But she had taken it to the next step, so maybe there was something more to it after all. Maybe she really was attracted to him like she claimed.
If anything, for the rest of the evening her flirting increased. After the incident in the rec room, she wasn't just content to flaunt her body in front of him or blow him kisses or call him affectionate names. Now she made excuses to hug him or sit on his lap, despite still being naked.
He put his clothes back on, at least. Now that she had, in a sense, seduced him, he couldn't really insist that she get dressed. After all, a little nudity was nothing compared to what she had just done. But he could maintain a certain degree of modesty and dignity himself.
They agreed that what had happened should remain a secret, even from Jeff, Kari, Lissa, and Alya. It wasn't that he thought they would go blabbing to the police that he had received a blowjob from a fourteen-year-old girl; but the less people who knew about it, the less chance there would be of any of them slipping in their discretion.
That didn't, however, stop Crystal from trying to see what she could get away with. Even after joining the others in the main house, Crystal continued to flirt with him like crazy. At dinner, after the first bite she commented, "that's the second best thing I've tasted all day."
Greg shot her a stern look, but when Alya asked what was first, she simply replied, "We had ice cream for dessert after lunch." As soon as everyone looked away though, she gave Greg a wink.
It still disturbed him that he had just committed an illegal act with an underage girl. If caught, he would be labeled a sex offender and put away for a very long time. He had jeopardized his family for a moment of pleasure.
Actually, Greg was more worried about her father than about the police. He felt seriously guilty about letting the daughter of one of his friends do that to him, and considering the man's size, if Allen ever found out about it he would probably pulverize Greg into a lump of flesh only remotely resembling a human being.
On the other hand, it hadn't really done any harm to Crystal. If anything, she seemed proud of the accomplishment. It made him wonder if maybe the law in this case was wrong. If he enjoyed it and she enjoyed it, what was wrong with what they had done?
He almost dreaded going upstairs that night to tuck Brit into bed, since Crystal was sleeping over that night. But she insisted that he come up and have his nightly talk with her. He gave Crystal and her a few minutes to change into their pajamas, then headed upstairs to her room to talk.
He found her on the top bunk, smiling at him. Crystal was on the bottom. They actually wore pajamas tonight, or more accurately, oversize tee-shirts. That was almost disappointing; he had kind of hoped to see them nude again. Still, it was probably better this way. It meant less temptation for him.
As Greg stepped up to the bed, Crystal reached for his belt buckle.
"Stop that!" he scolded, swatting her hand away. But his heart really wasn't in it, and he couldn't keep the smile off of his face.
"Just kidding, sweetheart," Crystal grinned.
"Listen, you two," he told them. "I'm not sure how I feel about what we did today. I mean, I can't deny that I really enjoyed it. Crystal, you're a gorgeous young girl. I just think maybe it's best if we don't do it again."
"Fine," said Crystal. "But if you wake up in the middle of the night with a change of heart, you know where you can find me."
Greg sighed. She really wasn't going to stop teasing him.
"Just so you understand, I don't mind," Brit told him. "If you want to have fun with Crystal, I think it's great. And I liked having fun with Allison and Rachael too."
"That's another thing that's going to take some time getting used to. I can hardly get after you now that I sort of condoned it by joining in myself, but it was hard enough discovering I had one lesbian daughter. Now it turns out I have two."
"I'm bisexual, Daddy," Brit corrected.
"That doesn't make it any better. But I guess I'm just going to have to learn to live with it. I promised I wouldn't get mad, and I won't. Just do me a favor. Stay in your own bunks tonight. I need some time to sort through my feelings, and knowing that you two are... well... having sex, would just make it that much more difficult."
"As long as it's just for tonight," replied Brit. "But you also promised you'd let us keep doing it."
"I know, dear, and I'm going to keep my promise. I'm just asking you to do it as a favor, to make it easier for me."
"Okay. I love you, Daddy."
"I love you too, Angel," he smiled.
"I love you too, Greg dearest," Crystal grinned.
Greg chuckled. "Good night," he told them.
"Good night, Daddy," Brit replied, hopping down from the bed momentarily to give him a kiss on the cheek. He turned to go, but Crystal hopped up and grabbed him, pulling him down to give him a loud, wet kiss on the lips.
As she climbed into bed again, Greg sighed and left the room, blushing again at her forwardness. He would probably never get over it.
Ignoring the moans and cries coming from Jeff's room across the hall that meant that Rachael had decided to sleep with him tonight, he made his way downstairs, where he found Allison, Lissa, and Alya still talking in the front room. He wasn't in the mood for conversation right now, so he simply bid them good night and retired to his room, where he changed into his bathrobe and prepared for bed.
Allison joined him a few minutes later, saying that Lissa and Alya had gone to bed too. She immediately started taking off her clothes.
"That was fun today," she commented as she undressed.
"I suppose so," said Greg. Then he laughed. There was no point trying to deny it or downplay it. "Actually, I enjoyed every minute of it."
"Crystal's a real cutie," Allison grinned. "You're lucky you got to fuck her mouth. Maybe she'll do me next time."
Now was the right time to talk about what had been bothering him all day.
"I'm not sure there's going to be a next time," he told her.
"She's only fourteen! I could go to jail for a long, long time if anyone ever found out."
"Oh, don't worry. We're sworn to secrecy. Nobody's going to find out. It's something we all wanted, so what's the problem?"
"It's just that... I don't know. Maybe I'm overreacting. You know me. Intellectually, I'm very conservative. But when I lose control and let my passions rule me..."
"That's when I love you the most," she said, sliding into bed next to him and kissing him.
"But sometimes I feel so guilty afterward."
"Is that what this is all about? You're feeling guilty for what you did with Crystal?"
"Sort of. But it's more than that."
"Tell me, Greg."
"I'll admit that seeing you and Rachael was a real turn-on. But then when Brit joined in... I mean, she's my daughter! How am I supposed to feel about that?"
"How are you supposed to feel? You're supposed to feel outraged that she got involved in a lesbian threesome with her stepmother and aunt. But you know I've never been a fan of doing things just because you're supposed to. I think as long as she was okay with it, you should feel whatever you want. If it excites you to see her like that, then great!"
"But it's all so wrong, Allison."
"Only because you've believed that so long that you're not willing to look at it from any other perspective. Brit's a beautiful girl. You at least agree with me on that, don't you?"
"Yes I do."
"And what about Rachael?"
"She's good-looking too."
"And I know you like the way I look. And you've always had a thing about lesbians. So when you see three beautiful women making love, regardless of who they are, especially when you have a fourth one going down on you, I think it's perfectly natural to have unwholesome thoughts, don't you?"
"All right, you have a point. But that doesn't mean I should act on them."
"Let's be honest here. If I had acted on every one of my feelings I had this afternoon, I would have had sex with Crystal, you, Rachael, and even Brit. My own daughter!"
"And what's wrong with that?"
"Allison! I'm not going to sit here and let you try to convince me that it's all right to do that."
"You had no qualms about Lissa last year."
"I thought we weren't going to bring that up."
"I'm sorry, but it's relevant to the discussion."
"Fine. We've always said that it was a joke that got out of hand, and as far as I'm concerned, that's the truth. Look, this is just like last time. It's something I shouldn't have done, and I'm afraid of what the consequences will be. You saw what happened to Jeff and Brit when they found out about that vacation last year."
"Yes, it made them happier than they've ever been. You already know my feelings about that. I still think you should let them love each other."
"You know I can't do that, Allison. Look, maybe the best thing is to just forget this whole thing ever happened."
"Is that what you really want?" she asked, looking him in the eyes.
He stared at her for a second. "No," he finally conceded. "I already told you I enjoyed it. But it's wrong for me to enjoy it. I mean, Crystal's only fourteen. I'm no pedophile."
"No, you're just attracted to nubile young women, and if some of them happen to be underage, so what? There's nothing magical that happens on a girl's eighteenth birthday that suddenly makes her attractive when she wasn't before. Besides, it seemed to me that she was enjoying herself every bit as much as you were."
"She just did that because she didn't want to get into trouble," he insisted.
"Is that what you think?" asked Allison.
"Yes. Why else would she do it?"
"Because she's attracted to you just like you're attracted to her, maybe?"
"Oh, very funny."
"It's not a joke. So what if you're forty? You're still very handsome. I thought so the first time I met you, and I still think so. And I'm not just saying that because it's what you want to hear. So is there any reason to believe that Crystal wouldn't think so too?"
"She's a teenager. She would only be attracted to boys her own age."
"How do you know who she's attracted to? Have you asked her?"
"Of course not," he said. "What am I supposed to do, go up to her and say, 'Do you like me?'"
"No, but now that she's already given you a blowjob, you could ask her if you can make love to her."
"Allison!" he exclaimed.
"What? I'm absolutely serious."
"But... well, she's still just a little girl. What if I'm too big for her?"
"How do you know?"
"Because Jeff's been having sex with her for almost two years, and he's about the same size as you are where it counts."
"So she was telling the truth about that? And you knew about it?"
"Absolutely. I don't like to keep secrets from you, but I didn't tell you because I knew you wouldn't approve. From what they told me, Crystal needed Jeff back then. She needed to fall in love with a kind and sweet boy who would help her get over a bad relationship. If you had broken that up, noble though your intentions were, it would have done far more harm to her than letting that relationship continue."
"So then maybe I should just let Jeff have her."
"Maybe. But that was two years ago. She's grown a lot since then. Maybe what she needs now is a mature and experienced man who can teach her more than Jeff ever could."
"Okay, now you're just making things up."
"Maybe. But back to my original point, if you had the opportunity to fuck her, without any consequences, would you do it?"
He thought about that for a moment. "I don't know," he said.
"I'm serious. Suppose I was in favor of it, and everyone who knew about it was sworn to secrecy, and she agreed to do it. Would you?"
"I suppose... if you didn't mind... yes, I would."
"Okay, well, as it turns out, I am in favor of it, everyone who could possibly find out about it already knows what you did with her today, and they've already agreed not to say anything. So all that's left is to find out if she's willing."
"But I can't just go up to her and ask her. I mean, think how awkward she would feel, especially if the answer was no."
"If you ask her the right way, she won't feel awkward at all."
"And what's the right way?"
"Tonight, after she and Brit are asleep, go wake her up. Gently. A little tenderness goes a long way. Whisper in her ear how much you're attracted to her, and how much you want to make love to her. Girls like to know that men think they're attractive. But let it be her decision. Make sure she knows that you're all right with her saying no if she's uncomfortable about it. And if she refuses, never bring it up again."
"But... tonight? What if Brit wakes up?"
"After what happened today between you and Crystal while she was watching? I'd have to say that that should be the least of your worries. If it didn't bother Brit today, why should it bother her tonight?"
"Okay, that's a valid point, but I still don't think I should do this."
"That's up to you," Allison shrugged. "But I know you too well. You were really getting excited today when she sucked you off, and I think if you don't do this, you're going to regret missing the opportunity."
Greg laughed. "I can't believe my own wife is trying to convince me to seduce another woman. A girl, actually."
"Just think about it. If I catch you sneaking out of bed later, I'll know where you went. And I won't wait up for you."
Greg lay down and stared up at the ceiling. He wrapped his arm around Allison when she snuggled up to him, but his mind was elsewhere. At least to himself, he had to admit that he found Crystal attractive. Kari too, but since she was his son's girlfriend, he wasn't about to make a move there. But Crystal was unattached.
At least, if he didn't count Jeff or Brit. That was something that bothered him too. He had been furious when he found out that Lissa had a girlfriend, and now it seemed to have spread to her younger sister. Worse still was his own reaction to it. Rather than get upset, he had actually given in to his lust and let Crystal seduce him. Now he could no longer claim the moral high ground with Lissa or Brit, because his actions that afternoon had condoned it.
That meant he had to accept what had happened to Brit, and in part, accept that it was his own fault. He was the one who had broken up her relationship with Jeff, so perhaps that had caused her to go looking elsewhere. Maybe Crystal had provided a shoulder for her to cry on, and then Brit had made the same mistake as she had made with her brother, mistaking tenderness and friendship for sexual attraction.
If so, then as the responsible party, Greg would have to decide how to handle it. He could try to convince Brit to break off her relationship with Crystal, but now that he had given in to the same temptation, how could he expect her to agree?
Or he could try to come between them himself. That meant seducing one or the other of them. Naturally Brit was out of the question, so maybe in a way it was his responsibility to try to steal Crystal away from her.
What was he thinking? Was he actually justifying having sex with a fourteen-year-old girl by claiming that it was the moral and ethical thing to do? Granted, everything that had happened these past few months had forced him to reevaluate his values over and over again, but how could he even consider seducing Crystal?
Yet here he was, trying to come up with reasons to do just that. Allison was right about one thing; if he didn't, he would regret the missed opportunity. The real question was whether he would regret doing it more than he would regret not doing it.
If Crystal were willing, really what harm could it do? He wouldn't be corrupting her; she had already had sex with both his son and his daughter. Like Allison, she seemed pretty liberal about her sexuality. And he couldn't deny that despite her age, she was really sexy. Maybe even because of her age. Like Brit, she still retained some of that childlike cuteness, while at the same time having all of the attributes of a sexually mature woman, though admittedly not as developed as, say, Allison.
Of course, he could go to prison for a long time if anyone found out, and if Allen found out, Greg wouldn't survive long enough to even worry about prison, but he was already in danger of that just from what had happened that afternoon. Taking it to the next level wouldn't make much of a difference.
He turned off the light, then closed his eyes and tried to sleep, which was difficult with Crystal on his mind. Every so often he opened his eyes to glance at the clock to see that another five minutes had passed.
Finally, after almost a full hour, he sat up.
"Going somewhere?" asked Allison, who apparently hadn't fallen asleep.
"Maybe. You really think I should do this?" he asked.
"I think if it makes you feel good, and it makes Crystal feel good, then there's really no problem. Greg, I've seen the way she looks at you. The way she's been flirting with you like crazy lately."
"She was just teasing. Trying to embarrass me."
"If that were the case, she wouldn't have sucked you off this afternoon, would she? You have to admit, there's at least some sexual attraction there."
"Just go upstairs right now and find out. The worst that will happen is she'll say no."
Greg sighed. "Okay, I think I will," he said. He threw on his bathrobe and headed out the door into the darkened hallway. Every footstep echoed far too loudly for his liking, as if announcing to the whole world that he was going upstairs to seduce an underage girl. The creaking of the stairs added to his trepidation and anxiety. What if Jeff or Lissa caught him? What would he tell them?
Actually, they would probably tell him to go for it. There was so much sex going on in this house that a little thing like this hardly mattered. The Primdale mansion, once a respectable, conservative home, had become a den of iniquity. Since he could do little to put an end to it, he might as well have his share of the fun.
By the time he finished rationalizing his decision, he stood in front of the door to Brit's room, staring at the final barrier. He turned the knob, half hoping that Brit had locked it and therefore given him an excuse not to go through with it. But it turned freely, and he slowly pushed open the door. In the dim light, he could barely make out the shapes in the darkness: the desk, the dresser, the bunk bed. Crystal was on the bottom, hidden in the shadows. Ever since Brit had stopped using a night-light, her room was very dark at night, and the bunk bed enhanced the blackness.
Greg glanced once at the form of his sleeping daughter on the top bunk. She was curled up almost completely hidden under the covers; he couldn't even see the top of her head on her pillow. But he ignored her and focused on his target on the bottom bunk.
This is crazy! he thought to himself. I'm about to seduce a fourteen-year-old girl, with my daughter right in the room with me! If he thought he could talk himself out of it, though, he was wrong. Those very words fueled his excitement, adding the thrill of forbidden passion to his already aroused state.
He quietly closed the hall door behind him, then slunk stealthily to the bed. He knelt beside it and ever so slowly put a hand out. He could barely even see Crystal's outline in the inky blackness, could barely tell where her head was.
He hesitated only a moment, then gently but firmly put his hand over her mouth. It wasn't that he wanted to restrain her; he just couldn't afford to have her scream or cry out if she mistook him for a burglar or rapist.
She tensed up, and he knew she was awake. Quickly leaning his head in, he brought his lips close to her ears.
"It's all right," he whispered. "It's just me. I'm not going to hurt you."
She relaxed then, and he knew it was all right to continue. He withdrew his hand. "I'm sorry about that," he told her, still whispering in her ear. "I just thought I might have startled you, and I didn't want you to scream and wake everyone up."
"It's all right," she whispered back.
"I've come up here because I had to see you," he said. "I know it's not really appropriate, but I had to let you know how I feel about you. Ever since I saw your naked body, I knew that I was smitten with you. Everything about you is so beautiful. I would be honored if you would share yourself with me. Let me make love to you. I want to take you in my arms right now and bring you to the heights of pleasure.
"But I won't do it if you don't want to. I just want to make you happy, and if you would be happier if I just left right now and never mentioned this again, then that's good enough for me. Just tell me, yes or no, will you let me make love to you?"
"Yes," she whispered without hesitation.
Greg climbed into the lower bunk next to Crystal and reached out to stroke her cheek. It was too bad that he couldn't see her; she had a really beautiful face, and he would love to be able to gaze upon it as he made love to her. But he couldn't exactly turn on the lights; it wouldn't be fair to Brit, who was trying to sleep in the bunk above them. Still, just being able to hold the girl in his arms and worship her body was enough for him.
He leaned in and kissed her lips, savoring the sweet taste. Crystal sighed, evidently enjoying it. It made him feel good that a young and beautiful girl like Crystal liked a forty-year-old man enough to let him do this to her. He vowed that she wouldn't regret it. He would make sure that she loved every minute of it.
Greg let his hand rest on her hip, and he caressed her there for a few minutes as he continued to kiss her. He would take it slow, letting her gradually warm up to it. A little tenderness went a long way toward getting both her body and her mind ready. She wore only a tee shirt and panties, so as he rubbed her, his hand naturally pushed up the bottom of her shirt, making contact with her delightfully smooth skin. She was so warm and soft, and he could be happy just lying here doing this for hours.
Her own hand went to his chest, and she slipped it inside his robe. She ran it all over his chest, to his delight. Her touch felt exquisite against his skin; he enjoyed the softness of her tiny fingers.
He let his lips leave hers, but only so that he could kiss her on the cheek, then lower, to her neck. He could hear her breathing growing heavier with his caresses, and he knew that her body was beginning to respond. Suspecting that she still might be a little afraid, he decided to take things very slowly in order to make this as special for her as it was for him. He let his lips linger on her neck for several minutes, just enjoying the softness and taste of her. When her breaths eventually became quiet little whimpers, he decided to take it to the next level.
"Sit up," he whispered in her ear. She rose up on the bed, and he took hold of the bottom of her shirt. Sensing what he was about to do, she lifted her hands. Greg carefully slipped the shirt from her body, wishing at the moment that the lights were on so that he could see it. Still, just the thought that she was sitting here exposed to him caused a shudder of excitement to run through his body.
He unfastened his robe and let it fall on the floor, then leaned forward and hugged her. As he suspected, he could feel her trembling, no doubt a bit nervous. For all her show of being flirtatious and sexy these past few weeks, when he had her here alone in the darkness of the night she was still just a frightened little girl. Maybe she hadn't expected him to take her teasing so seriously. Maybe she had just thought it was fun to get a reaction out of him. But in the end, she had agreed to let him make love to her.
He stroked her long, silky hair, holding her gently. "It's okay," he whispered soothingly. "I won't do anything you don't want me to do. You can tell me to stop at any time and I will."
"No," Crystal whispered. "I want you to continue."
The words delighted him; whatever her past feelings for him, now she seemed to want this too. Maybe there had been more to her flirting than he had realized, perhaps more than even she realized. Either way, he would make sure she did not regret this night.
Greg leaned in and kissed her on the neck again, then gently laid her down on the bed. He reached for her panties, slowly easing them down and off of her legs. Now they were both completely nude together, ready to make each other feel good, ready to have sex.
He cupped her cheek with his hand, then let it slide down her neck and shoulders until it rested on her breast. He gave her a squeeze, but gently so as not to hurt her. His fingers sought out her nipple, and he toyed with it for a moment. Once again he could hear her breathing growing heavy with the stimulation. He kissed her one more time, then lowered his lips to her neck, then kissed his way down to her shoulders, her chest, and finally to the peak of her other breast, where he ran his tongue around her nipple.
Crystal gave another whimper as he teased her, feeling both of her nipples hardening. She had such delightfully soft yet perky breasts; he could spend all night just working on her chest. He did spend several minutes working her over in fact, enjoying the little reactions he was causing in her, those little shudders and wiggles as he hit upon particularly sensitive spots. The best way to help her over her nervousness was to replace it with sheer desire and anticipation.
He let his hand leave her breast and start slowly moving downward along her body, caressing her wonderfully soft skin as it made its way past her ribs, past her stomach, and finally to the lightly furry treasure between her legs. He could feel moisture there already; her body was already anticipating the coming seduction. He let his fingers gently rub her there, releasing more of her juices and slowly beginning to loosen her up. She separated her legs to give him more room to work down there.
He delighted in the sounds of her breathing, the rising and falling of her chest, and the little quivers that ran through her body as his fingers brushed against her clitoris. There was even a certain smell about her, a familiar smell but one that was distinctly hers. In his mind he could picture her body, so young and beautiful, almost frail, but ever so pleasing. It was just too bad that he couldn't turn on the lights and gaze upon her nude figure. Perhaps there would be other times, though. She would visit Brit again, and she didn't seem to be shy at all about exposing herself to him. Maybe one day he would be able to make love to her with more light, so that he could see her magnificent young body, and stare into her beautiful eyes.
Right now, though, the lack of light seemed to heighten the rest of his senses. It magnified the softness of her skin, the sound of her breathing, even the taste of her nipples in his mouth. He was enjoying himself so much that he could just do this for the rest of the night and be happy.
Crystal reached out and took his cock in her hand. It was already hard just from the excitement, and her tiny little hand just made it harder. He could feel waves of pleasure shooting through him as she slowly and gently stroked it up and down, and he noticed his own breathing getting heavier as well. She hadn't been joking earlier about her affair with Jeff; she obviously knew what she was doing. Greg didn't know whether to feel jealous about that or not; after all, he was the one taking this girl away from his son, not the other way around. He only knew that he wanted to make love to her, no matter what her past history was. Jeff would just have to get over it.
He loved the feel of her hand on his cock. It was so tiny, barely able to wrap around the diameter. The thrill of being touched by her like this was almost too much to bear. It was so wrong, even illegal. She was only fourteen. There were words for men who enjoyed the company of fourteen-year-old girls, none of them very flattering. Greg didn't consider himself to be one of those men; it was just that Crystal was so damn desirable. It would be hard for any man to resist her. The way she had been flirting with him lately, her smile, her beautiful face and gorgeous nude body all combined to make her unbearably attractive.
He realized that she wasn't the only one he had been drawn to recently. He thought that Brit was even more beautiful, though that could just be his fatherly love for her. And Brit had also been quite affectionate with him these past few months. He hesitated to call it flirting, although she had done some of that as well. But he love to hold her in his arms, to let her sit in his lap and lay her head down against his chest. She had even hugged him while topless or nude a couple of times. Even offered to have sex with him once. Somehow he had managed to stay strong with such a beautiful, naked young girl so willing to make love to him. His daughter, yes, but a gorgeous girl nonetheless.
But at least he could fulfill one of his fantasies tonight. It wouldn't be with Brit, thank God, but with another girl of her same age. He had never been with a girl this young before, not even when he was that age himself. He had been several years older when he had first lost his virginity. Now he had the chance to do something that very few men would experience.
"Are you ready?" he asked her, and even in the darkness of the night he could see her nod. It was time to fulfill his purpose for visiting her tonight. He needed to feel her around him, to penetrate inside of her and give her deep and fulfilling pleasure. He wanted to show her just how wonderful it could be.
He climbed on top of her, taking a moment to position himself correctly as she spread her legs wide to accommodate him. She seemed so tiny beneath him; he wondered whether it would be more comfortable for her to be on top. But she reached up and placed her hands on his shoulders to pull him down to her, and he knew what she wanted. He let his hips lower enough for him to line up with her now swollen and dripping wet pussy. He let the tip slip in a little. Now was the point of no return. He was about to have sex with a young teenage girl.
He thrust in very gently, past the point where her hymen would have been had she still been a virgin. She was not. He wasn't sure whether Jeff had been the one to take her virginity, but whoever had done it, this was obviously not her first time.
His cock penetrated deeper, and she gasped as the pleasure filled her. He was just as excited and just as thrilled by it. Finally, he found himself buried deep inside her moist tunnel. He drew back a couple of inches and thrust in again.
"Oh god!" Crystal whispered. Greg repeated the motion, over and over again, getting into a rhythm matched by the thrusts of her own hips as she rose up to meet him. He hugged her sweaty body tightly to him and kissed her all over the face and neck. He wasn't satisfied with just having sex with her; he wanted to make love to her. Crystal deserved to be treated not just as an object, but with respect, caring, and love.
Their breathing soon turned to grunts and moans as he thrust into her body. In the back of his mind he knew that they were likely to wake Brit if they kept this up, but right now he didn't care. In fact, the thrill of getting caught actually added to the excitement. It was such a naughty thought, the idea that his daughter was listening to everything going on as he fucked her best friend in the bunk below him. What if next time she wanted to watch? Or even join in?
That thought did it. To have his own daughter join in his lovemaking with her best friend pushed him over the edge, and without warning the pleasure spiked. His cock throbbed inside of Crystal's body, erupting and filling her with his cream. He had done it. He had just had sex with a young teenage girl.
She wasn't far behind. As her pussy contracted around his still-hard cock, she cried out in pleasure.
"Oh god, Dadeeeeeeee!" she screamed, her whole body tensing up. She held herself like that for about five seconds, then relaxed, panting heavily.
He lay there for about thirty seconds, still inside her, reveling in the feel of her youthful body. It felt so wonderful, so soft, so exquisite...
Then his eyes opened wide with horror. What did she say? What had she called him?
"Brit, if you're going to fuck your dad, at least do it more quietly," came Crystal's voice from the bunk above them. "I'm trying to sleep."