My friend’s daughter turned 18

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I was scrolling through Instagram late Monday night, liking occasional posts, watching a few videos and preparing to go to sleep. That’s when I saw Vinny’s post. He was wishing his daughter Jennifer, a happy 18th birthday. I liked the post but ignored the essay he had written, presumably saying how proud he is of her and all she has accomplished. I would have thought nothing of it until I accidentally tapped the image again, revealing Jennifer’s account.

Don’t do it, just ignore it, don’t be a creep! My dick won over my brain and I tapped again to her account. My eyes must have doubled in size and my dick certainly tripled at least. I tapped the most recent image. I gawked and stared at an image of a laughing 18-year old Jennifer standing on the beach with one hand in the air and the other on her hips, her right leg bent halfway. Her dirty blond hair shined like the crystal clear blue water behind her, but it was the C cup tits nearly popping out of her pale pink bikini top that my eyes couldn’t resist.

I stared. And stared. And stared some more, zooming in multiple times. This is so wrong, this is Vinny’s daughter, I kept thinking. Her caption read something to effect of “thank you so much to my friends for making my 18th birthday memorable.” But that body, ugh, I was obsessed. I finally came to my senses and tapped to back out of the photo and her account when something terrible happened. Shit, shit, shit! My finger suffered a Freudian slip and I liked the picture. I unliked it within two seconds and closed out Instagram entirely, watched some porn to satisfy myself and went to sleep.

The next morning, thinking nothing of last night’s near Insta-disaster, I glanced at my notifications. To my horror, Jennifer had followed me. My heart began to pound and I nearly trembled. No, no, no, there’s no way she saw that like! I pulled up Instagram and confirmed that Jennifer had in fact followed me. Worse yet, she had liked over a dozen of my pictures, most of which were of me. Even worst of all, she commented on a picture of me wearing a suit from a few months back, saying “Looking sharp, Mr. [Smith]!!” I panicked, not knowing what to do. I couldn’t remove her or block her, as that would be too obvious. I didn’t want to ignore her either. I had to confront the situation and apologize. I pulled up her profile, fought the overwhelming urge to stare at her bikini picture again and sent her a direct message, reading “Hi Jennifer, happy birthday! I’m sorry for liking your photo, that was inappropriate of me. I hope you and your dad are well!” Sent.

Later that day at lunch, I saw an Instagram notification and opened the app. I nearly spit out my coffee when I read her reply. “Heyy Mr. Smith!! It’s ok haha it was flattering tbh! I was hoping it wasn’t an accident lol ;)” My heart was pounding again and dick swelling. Desperate to reply quickly, I said “Thank you but yes it was an accident!”

That night, I again read her reply, “aww too bad lol!” Then another message, “You don’t think I’m pretty?!” What the actual fuck? I thought. Why is she doing this? After contemplating my next steps and calming my dick down, I replied, “Of course you are Jennifer, but that was inappropriate of me!” Within minutes, she messaged back, “No it’s not, I’m an adult now lol 😉 I’m glad you think I’m pretty.” Is she flirting with me? “Ha, yes you are, welcome to adulthood!” She promptly responded again, “Thankssss, I’m so excited! Anything I should know about being an adult now?” I told her adulthood meant was full of responsibilities but it’s also exciting to get into the “real world,” etc.

Then out of the blue, I noticed another DM from her but this time my notification didn’t show any text preview. I was confused and pulled up her message. My eyes (and dick) bulged again. Jennifer had sent me a selfie of her smiling in a bathroom mirror wearing a tight revealing black dress. Her shoulders and cleavage were blatantly showing and her legs halfway up her knees were visible too. No, no, no, no, no… she must have sent this to the wrong person, I thought, rationalizing in my head. “Wrong person?” I replied. Within a minute, Jennifer had replied, “No!! Just for you. What do you think? ;)” I almost fell out of my seat. I must have spent ten minutes pondering a semblance of a reply, yet all I could come up with is, “You’re very pretty, Jennifer.”

As the night wore on, I couldn’t resist peeking at Jennifer’s Instagram story, and to make matters worse, I was hanging out with some friends, which included Vinny. Jennifer was dancing and twerking for all to see at a club apparently only a few miles from where we were. I had half a mind to pay her a visit, but I resisted the temptation. Eventually, Jennifer DMed me again.

“Hey can I ask a HUGE favor??” Her message read. Uh-oh, why do I have a bad feeling about this? “Of course, shoot.” She immediately replied, “omg thanks! Do you think I could crash at your place tonight? My friends are all wasted and my dad would kill me if I came home like this. I told him I was staying at my friend’s beach house tonight. I know this is a lot but please!!” I re-read the message at least three times. What the hell do I say? I thought about Vinny and ultimately decided it was safer for his daughter to stay with me than venture elsewhere if she really was drunk. “Sure Jennifer, if that’s what you need to be safe, that’s fine.” She instantly replied, “omg ty so much!! I’ll be over in an hour! ;)” An hour? Shit! I needed to excuse myself with her own father!

“Hey guys, I’m gonna jet, I have family coming over in the morning and I have to prepare everything tonight.” I announced, directed at Vinny.

“Aww come on man, the fight hasn’t started yet! And didn’t you say you wanted to take a chick home tonight?” One of my friends said, referencing a Pay-per-view fight coming up. Despite their finest efforts, I excused myself and raced home to clean the condo, as if I was having a date come over. About an hour later, there was another DM from Jennifer. “What’s your address? About to Uber.” I started typing my address and then stopped myself. “Why don’t I save you the money and pick you up?” She replied, “omg you’re the best!!”

I pulled up to the address she sent me and scanned the crowded entrance. There were several bouncers trying to keep a rowdy crowd under control. I had never been to this place but I was getting questionable vibes already. Right on cue, Jennifer, still wearing the stunning black dress, tightly wrapped around her 5’3″ figure, emerged from the exit door. She had a concerned look on her face and looked left and right.

“Jennifer!” I yelled out the passenger window, gesturing to her to my car. She saw me and jogged over awkwardly in her heels. She quickly climbed into my car, nearly losing her balance.

“Thank you so much, Mr. Smith!” She leaned over and hugged me. I became mesmerized by the intoxicating scent of her perfume and couldn’t resist a quick peek at her stunning breasts just inches from my face.

Suddenly, a police siren wailed. “Let’s go, no parking, keep moving!” I drove off and turned around the block. “Shit, keep going!” Jennifer exclaimed, and I noticed Vinny across the street with my other friends smoking outside. They had gone to a different spot after I left!

The brief drive back to my condo was full of small talk and she mentioned how she didn’t feel safe at the club and how her friends, who were supposed to all spend the night with her at one of their places, had all drunkenly found guys for the night. She was definitely buzzed, but was apparently far more coherent than her friends. I applauded her decision to remove herself from the situation. As I pulled into my building’s parking lot, she briefly reached her hand over my leg. I pretended to ignore her but caught her smirking out of the corner of my eye.

I led her inside and she kicked off her heels right away. “Can I get you a snack or anything?”

“No, Mr. Smith, but can I use the shower?” She asked seemingly embarrassed. I agreed and led her to the restroom, pulling the door shut as she entered. Seconds later, I noticed the door creek open, so I turned around to close it again. I glanced inside the restroom. Fuck! Jennifer was already topless; her dress was down to her waist.

“I-I… I’m so sorry, Jennifer, I didn’t mean to–” I scrambled for words, pretending to ignore her masterpieces of C cups exposed in my bathroom. She grinned and blushed.

“It’s ok, Mr. Smith, I don’t mind!” She winked and bit her lip. My naïve self really thought she innocently needed a place to stay for the night. I paced around for the entirety of Jennifer’s shower, even wondering what she was washing herself with, since I lived alone. After roughly ten minutes, she shouted from the bathroom, “Mr. Smith!” I ran to the bathroom door and cracked it open. “I’m sorry but do you have a towel I can borrow?”

“Of course, I’ll be right back.” Stupid me, how could I forget. I went to the closet and pulled out a towel. By the time I returned to the bathroom, the door was wide open and a soaking wet fully naked Jennifer stood in my bathroom. “Oh geez, I-I’m sorr–“

“It’s ok!” She insisted, grinning again. “I don’t mind, Mr. Smith!” She caught me staring at her spectacular rack. “Do you like what you see, Mr. Smith?”

“I-I…I… Jennifer, I–“

“Mr. Smith, I’m 18, I’m an adult now, remember?” She stepped towards me, accepting the towel I handed her. Our eyes locked for several seconds. She wrapped the towel around her dripping wet 18-year old body, lowering it and forcing her breasts to pop out over it. She stepped towards me again, gently reaching her hand on my shoulder. “Do you like me, Mr. Smith?” She paused. “I’ve always liked you.” At those words, my dick took off. I awkwardly tried to hide it but Jennifer caught me. She bit her lip again and confidently stared back at me.

I remember feeling her soft, gentle lips press against mine for the first time. It was almost a fairy tale feeling, like nothing I had felt before. The thought of kissing Vinny’s 18-year old daughter felt so taboo, yet it was exhilarating.

“I love the way you kiss me, Mr. Smith,” whispered a nude Jennifer. Her arms leaned over my inner shoulders as our lips met again. At this point, all bets were off. I was all in and kissed her back assertively. Our lips intertwined and I gently planted my teeth into her lips, eventually navigating my tongue into her mouth. I allowed my hands to explore her back just above her small ass. Her body shivered to my touch and I firmly gripped her as our kiss intensified. “I’ve never been with a man before.” I almost replied “really” in question but then realized she meant someone of my age. She made me feel sexy with her words, her kiss and her touch.

The euphoric feeling of kissing Jennifer forced an unmistakable bulge growing in my pants. She emitted such confidence for an 18-year old. It was undeniably sexy. All of my hesitation seemed irrelevant now. Jennifer was mine tonight and somehow, it felt so right.

“Mr. Smith, make me your slut. I’m a dirty, dirty girl.” Jennifer reached for my belt and pulled it off, unzipping my pants in the process.

“Jennifer, you’re the sexiest 18-year old slut I’ve ever seen.” I said, grabbing her wet hair in my hands. “Follow me.” I led her to my bedroom, turned around and threw her on the back. I pulled off my shirt, much to her admiration.

“I like a man’s body, Mr. Smith.” She said, teasing a finger on the edge of her lips. She leaned on her elbow and spread her legs. I stared at her 18-year old pussy just feet from me laying on my bed. Her legs spread further, inviting me to the bed. I pulled off my boxers and offered her a full view of my naked body as I inched closer to her.

I climbed over Jennifer’s body, stunning for an 18-year old. I couldn’t get over her tits and I took control of them in my hands.

“Are you my slut tonight, Jennifer?” I asked, staring at her.

“Yes, Mr. Smith, I’m your slut. All yours.” She replied in a soft yet seductive voice. I hadn’t felt this turned on in ages.

“Good.” I climbed over her, dangling my dick in her face. She took the cue and held it in her hands. She seemed slightly nervous but tried to portray confidence. “Are you ok?” I asked.

“Yes, Mr. Smith!” I double checked but she assured me that she wanted this. She began to tease me, massaging my dick and tracing her tongue around her mouth. I pressed my knees against her shoulders, encouraging her to blow me. Seconds late, she wrapped her soft lips around my tip, sliding her small hands up and down my fully erect shaft. She kissed my tip and slowly pressed her tongue around it. I spread my legs to make her more comfortable and lowered myself. She took the cue and invited me into her mouth. Her lips trickled up my shaft as her hands traced up to my balls. She used her free hand to guide my hand to her neck. I felt myself swelling further in her mouth.

Jennifer took as much of me as she could fit in her mouth, then released my shaft to the edge of my tip before consuming me again. She made a sexy slurping noise as I filled her mouth. I stared down, watching her performance and feeling my ass rubbing her tits below me. I organically shifted us so I was laying up against the back of the bed and she leaned over between my legs. She was immediately more confident, holding the end of my shaft and sucking me deep into her mouth. Her tongue danced around me and it felt graceful and sexy at the same time. I moaned and felt myself getting dangerously close to erupting so I stopped her.

“That’s a good slut!” I said. “A good slut gets rewarded.” I laid her on her back and her legs parted immediately. The eager look of anticipation in her eyes was such a turn-on to me. I lowered my head between her legs and I watched her squeeze her tits. I gently rubbed my finger down her clit to her pussy and stopped. She was dripping wet already. Her body trembled and she moaned the instant my finger guided its way into her. I was amazed at how wet my finger became and I quickly fit a second finger in. I tugged upwards inside her, sliding further into her with each motion. This girl was a moaner and her noises were frequent, encouraging me to pick up my pace. I repeated this and sped up to the point where she didn’t know what to do with her body. “The slut likes her reward, huh?” I leaned in and pressed my mouth over her clit, dragging my tongue downwards. She nearly screamed at that moment and I traced my tongue up and down repeatedly.

I swirled my tongue around her for another minute or two, occasionally sliding my fingers into her. This resulted in uncontrollable moaning and her hands yanking my hair. And then she muttered three words. “Fuck me, daddy.” I grabbed a condom at that instant.

The initial feeling of bliss my dick experienced as it entered her was unrivaled. I thought I was going to black out. The pure excitement of the situation matched with the physical feeling of being inside her was almost overwhelming. She must have agreed because her moaning was as loud as ever now. “Who’s my sexy slut?”

“I am!” She said, panting as I slowly slid my dick deep into her. I pulled out halfway and dove back in. She moaned again. “I’m your slut!” I leaned over her and kissed her neck, my teeth grazing her soft skin. Her nails dug into my back and traced up and down deliberately. I slid my dick side to side and pushed deep into her. I alternated deep thrusts and then pulled out and plunged back into her.

I flipped us around and laid on my back facing her. Her walls welcomed me back in as she climbed over me. She pressed her hands on my chest and I watched her gorgeous tits bounce as she rode me. I matched her motion and shoved myself deep into her. She nearly yelped in pleasure and I felt her pussy getting more soaked. I knew she was close. I let her ride me for a minute or so and then we alternated again.

I instructed her to turn away from me on her hands and knees. Her ass stuck up towards me and I plowed into her, this being the most intense feeling yet. I grabbed her waist and reached around her body for her clit as I picked up speed. I grabbed her damp hair and she threw her head back in pleasure, moaning constantly. I watched her tits swaying under her and her ass jiggling as I continued to plow into her. I was at full speed, sweating and filling up her tight pussy with each thrust.

“I’m gonna cum for my slut,” I panted. She screamed and orgasmed instantly. I kept up my pace as she came for me and then she stopped me, ripped off the condom and shoved me in her mouth. I exploded at that moment and fired ropes of cum into her mouth for almost 30 seconds. She took all of me and swallowed every drop.

“I like being your slut, Mr. Smith,” Jennifer admitted as we caught our respective breaths.

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