Fucking my best friend’s Dad, Michael Pt2

The concluding part of my little secret affair with my best friend’s dad Michael. A sweet taboo I’d say.

You are so beautiful, Christine," he said, his voice sounding like sweet, sexy music to my ears.
I put my hands on his stomach and began to move my hips, slowly sliding my pussy up his shaft before impaling myself repeatedly.
"Of course, I am." I leaned forwards slightly, rocking back and forth. "I'm riding your big cock. What could make me more beautiful."
Michael chuckled at my mischievous sense of humour as his hands reached for my breasts. "That does help, but I mean it. You are so beautiful, and you make me so fucking hard and horny." He lifted himself up so he could suck my nipples.
"Do you like my tits, Michael?" I teased, rocking a little faster, taking him deeper.
"I love your tits. And the clothes you wear to show them off." He lay back down to watch them bounce. "I could stare at them all day with you on top of me."
"Is that so?" I smiled, leaning back. I cupped my breasts and put a little show on for him.
"Only twenty four years old, and yet you fuck better than most women twice your age," he remarked, grabbing my hips again.
Feeling like I needed to live up to that high praise, I let go of my breasts and stretched my arms behind myself, resting my hands on his thighs. I then bucked up and down, giving him the perfect view of my pussy taking his cock, and my tits bouncing wildly.
"Yeah, that's it," Michael growled in response. "Oh fuck, that pussy feels so tight. Oh, fuck me, Christine . Oh yes. Ride that cock."
His thick shaft felt even bigger. My inside walls stretched that bit more, rubbing along his muscle until I climaxed again. I lost my mind as my body took over and kept moving up and down on his cock. My loud cries of ecstasy filled his bedroom. When the pleasure began to subside, Michael sat up and pulled me forward against his body.
We kissed for a few moments, allowing for a break in the storm before he helped me off him and then onto all fours. I absolutely love doggy-style. It goes so deep, and I really needed to feel Michael's cock going deep again. I got down low with my backside high in the air and told him to fuck me hard.
He spread my buttocks, pressed that gorgeous cock of his against my hole, and then buried himself deep inside me. Using my hips as leverage, Michael pounded me hard and fast, exactly as I wanted him to, and exactly how he needed to. The intensity of his strokes triggered the last climax in me.
I clawed at his bed sheets like I was trying to get away from him, but I was simply in the throes of another amazing orgasm. I was ready for his cum now, and he was almost ready to give it to me. I came up onto my hands and panted at the headboard for him to fill my pussy with everything he had.
"Oh fuck!" he growled, finding the strength to hit me that bit harder, his cock smashing against my cervix. "Oh yes! I'm gonna cum!"
"Yes! Do it! I wanna feel you coming deep inside me."
With a guttural growl, Michael pulled my hips right back and thrust his cock so fucking deep. The force had me screaming out before I felt the wonderful sensation of a man ejaculating inside my grateful pussy. That pulsating feeling when he climaxes in the depths of my body, mixed with his masculine grunts of unrivalled satisfaction.
We collapsed on his bed in a sweaty heap of bliss. We had done it. From flirting with our eyes at the party, to everything else in between, a man who I didn't realise wanted me, and who I didn't realise I needed, just gave me the best fuck of my young life. But then the guilt about Kelly flooded my mind.
"What if Kelly finds out?" I whispered, cuddling into her father, his sperm deep inside my womb.
"She won't," Michael reassured me. "She never comes round. "When she needs something, she just calls my phone." He squeezed me against him and kissed my head. "We won't get caught if you don't say anything to anyone, I promise."
"Do you want me to stay the night?" I asked, my tone revealing that I wanted to.
"I would love for you to stay the night. But I must warn you," he chuckled. "I am even hornier in the morning."
I rolled onto my front to look into his eyes. "So am I," I said with a very happy smile.
"I am already picturing us in the shower, having you up against the wall," he grinned.
"I am going to hold you to that." I kissed him.
The sex that night was amazing, so morally taboo, that I selfishly found myself having regular sex with my friend's dad. It wasn't love. It was lust. I knew nothing serious would come out of it, but I underestimated the power of human feelings and emotions.
Michael treated me better than any man did, and in the three months that we met up in secret, mostly at his house in his bed, I fell in love with him. I built an emotional wall that shielded me from the guilt I felt towards Kelly. I once met with her after her dad had finished pumping his load into me. It all became dangerously exciting and thrilling.
I was his dirty little secret and he was my forbidden one. But when the yearnings to tell him that I had fallen in love with him became overwhelming, I had to break it off. Michael understood. He admitted he had developed an affectionate soft spot for me that would be there forever, but coming out of the closet as a couple, we both knew that would never work.
I was too young, and he was too old for a committed relationship to work. Kelly and our friends would have disowned me and probably kicked my head in. My dad would have had something to say to Michael about it too. It was a pipe dream. Great sex while it lasted, but something that would end in failure and cause those we claimed to love a lot of unnecessary pain. So, we ended it.
We broke no laws, and we didn't cheat on any partners, but we did break an unwritten rule. I can't lie and say I regret what we did, I'm just massively relieved we didn't get caught. So long, Michael. May you rest in peace. You were taken too soon, my love. X [email protected]