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How a Week With My Dad’s Friend Made Me Love Old Cocks & Sagging Balls Even More Than I Already Did
He made me feel like a princess, days & nights! [My Sex Life]
I write erotica novels & short stories. I also publish sex confessions as a spermivore, spermaholic, and teen slut. Yes, teen slut! And I’m proud of it! Sex is good. And girls who love sex shouldn’t have to hide and pretend to be “pure.” Sex is pure! And naked skin is natural.
My dad’s old friend let me use his beach condo in South Florida, just North of Miami. Then he came for a visit. There is only one bed! I thought I had to “pay the rent” and went down between his legs to lick his balls and suck his cock, but he stopped me. He said I was a princess and I shouldn’t do these things! If only he knew what my girlfriend and her husband make me do with my mouth! But, in any case…
On the second day, I woke up from the smell of coffee and bacon. I sat straight up in bed, breathless. I had just spent the night naked with my daddy’s old friend. I wasn’t scared of my parents finding out. Once they knew Bill was coming down to visit me, they probably expected it. My mom always encouraged me to grab all opportunities I had to explore my sexuality. But still, there was something special about it.
I went to the bathroom, which was accessible directly from the bedroom. I looked at myself in the mirror, up and down, speculating on what he was thinking when looking at my naked body. I didn’t dress because Bill had seen me naked at home regularly, and we had just slept together. Besides, I loved his eyes on my tits and pussy.
In the kitchen, an old man was cooking in boxer shorts. It seemed like breakfast was almost ready.
“I don’t remember the last time somebody cooked breakfast for me!” I said as he turned around and slowly looked at me up and down, from my eyes to my toes and back. He wasn’t looking at me in a bestial I-want-to-fuck-you kind of way like a lot of men do when I get naked. It was more admiration, and I felt like a princess again.
Don’t get me wrong. I love it when men look at me and barely seem to keep in check their urge to fuck me. But this was a fresh experience.
“Don’t let the bacon burn!” I giggled, pretending to cover my boobs for fun. He turned back toward the stove while I walked behind him, stretched my arms around his body to caress the respectable half-grey, half-white hair on his chest. I kissed him on his back.
“Thank you!” I said.
“For?”
“Making me feel so good!”
The pieces of conversation are recalled from memory. They may not be 100% accurate, but the gist of it is in there.He didn’t let me help set the table, and he ordered me to enjoy a second cup of coffee while he took care of the dishes afterward. I watched that man in my kitchen — well, his kitchen really, but you know what I mean.
I felt “at home” more than ever before in that condo. “Daddy” was taking care of me — and feeding me. All my worries were gone.
He asked me if I had plans for the day. I answered I was planning on sticking close to him because it felt good! He smiled, and then his eyes caressed my naked body again as if he was admiring a piece of art. My legs were crossed, but when his eyes reached my belly, I spread my thighs apart, exposing my pussy and the little bit of blonde hair above it. I tell you… It was something else!
I suggested we go to the nude beach. He had never been to one before, he said. For me, I had that urge to get on that beach where so many old men sunbathe naked, with my own old cock and dangling balls. Don’t ask me why!
Blind Creek Beach is about a 2-hour drive from my place. Of course, we both got dressed to get there, but in my case, it was only a sundress and flip-flops. And as soon as we pulled into the parking lot, I removed my seatbelt and my sundress before he parked the car. I wanted to feel the caress of his eyes on my tits again, and as soon as possible! It was an urge, but not really a sexual one. It was more of a warm, comforting feeling thing.
He only undressed on the beach after we set up the towels. Then I pulled the sunscreen lotion out and gave it to him. His eyes on my young nude body were no longer enough; I wanted his hands too, and I was in for a treat. He caressed — I mean, applied sunscreen lotion to — my shoulders and my back with such tenderness I didn't want it to end.
I noticed his cock had stiffened a bit, but it was not a full erection. I thought he had learned to control himself. I congratulated him on it — I wanted to talk about his male parts! But he explained he needed Cialis to get a full erection nowadays. I felt so bad for praising him about that, but he reassured me it was fine.
And it turned out it was a lot more convenient that way! He had a semi-erection every time I touched him, even if I barely brushed a part of my body against his, and almost every time he looked at me, but he didn’t have to hide under a towel or run to the ocean to cool it down!
I insisted we take a long walk up and down the beach, holding hands. The funny thing is that he seemed so proud while I, too, was feeling proud. So weird!
It’s probably the exhibitionist part of me, but… I enjoyed all these other old naked men looking at my companion with envy. They weren’t looking at his cock, though. I can tell you that! The most popular thing for them was our hands — I could tell they wanted to be where my daddy’s friend was — then, of course, my tits. That’s an any-age man thing!
We stopped for food on the drive back down, and I probed him about us.
I asked why he let me use his condo for free for such a long period of time. I found out he wasn’t scared of sharing the truth! He said he always loved me, even before it was appropriate to do so. He said I was the wildest and full-of-life girl he had ever met. His words! What can I say?
I asked why he had never tried to get more of me at home since I was often naked, even when he came for dinner with my parents. He didn’t answer for a while, then he said: “You are a princess and a goddess, Delisha. I just want you to be happy. I’ll sleep on the couch.”
He had barely finished his sentence when I yelled “No,” surprising myself with the strength of my answer. I blushed.
He smiled.
“We don’t have to have sex! I would just love to… I don’t know… Honor your body! Just holding you in my arms is a pleasure to me.”
“As long as I can call you old man or daddy!” I replied as an insult I thought. But it made him smile, and it gave me a tingle in my stomach.
I jumped into the shower to get rid of the sand and salt as soon as we got home. Then, as I walked out of the bathroom, the bed was appealing, and I crashed on it face down.
Barely a few minutes later, firm hands were massaging my shoulders. He slipped a hand under my body, right above my breast, to raise my shoulder and massage behind my shoulder blade. I moaned!
The sounds coming out of my mouth were a clear sign he was welcome to continue the treatment. And he did. After the neck and shoulders, he continued down my back, releasing tension all along my spine until he reached my buttocks.
My dad’s old friend’s hands were on my naked ass! And it felt good — physically but also sexually, this time. These powerful hands were making me wet, and he hadn’t even touched sexual parts yet!
As he massaged my buttocks, I felt warm lips kissing my lower back. I almost lost it! He must have noticed because I heard him withhold a laugh. I turned my head to the side and looked. He was naked and, once again, carrying a semi-erect cock over very low-dangling balls. It got me wondering how many pussies this cock had been inside when it was hard and how many women got a load of sperm out of these old nuts.
I extended my hand and gently cupped his furry balls. He hadn’t heard about trimming his male parts, but that didn’t bother me. In fact, it made me want to lick them even more, wondering if women of his generation had ever given him good oral sex.
“I love them!” I said.
He took my hand and placed it back on the mattress next to my body, then kissed each one of my butt cheeks and moved down to my legs. I looked at his balls again. I felt like the experience portrayed in how low they dangled extended to how well he knew how to massage a woman’s body.
I was in paradise. It had only been about 36 hours since he arrived. The week was young, but I already didn’t want him to leave.
“Take care of me, Daddy!” I said in a teasing tone of voice.
His hands stopped, and then his lips kissed my lower back while his hands squeezed my naked buttocks.
Find out what happened next here.
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