My Daughter's Freay Friend

I woke up at daylight with morning wood and a hang-over, fretting over seeing Mia again after the previous night's epic wank session. It was highly likely she'd not only heard, but seen me coming like a freight train while fantasising about her. It was going to be awkward as fuck at breakfast.

I went for a long run to gather my courage and rehearse my strategy for maintaining my self respect. Heading upstairs for a shower, and passing by Stacy's room, door set wide open, I caught a glimpse of a mop of blonde hair atop a spread-eagled face-down figure, bedding thrown aside. I couldn't help myself: I went back for a better look.

One long and toned arm was thrown out perpendicular to her spectacular torso, a tempting thatch of sweaty armpit peeking out of the juncture. My crush's right leg was bent at the knee, foot resting against the left which was stretched straight out. Her other arm was jammed under her prone athletic form. There was only a hint of the hand beneath, taking the form of the tips of 2 fingers poking outwards from beneath her crotch. Clearly I wasn't the only one jacking off last night.

Mia's stunning skin was pale olive and almost entirely unblemished from head to toe, a sexy groove ran down the centre of her muscular back from between her hair-tousled shoulder blades and the base of her spine. A deep, soft cleft started from her tailbone and rose up like a ski slope to reveal PAWG cheeks either side of an almost obscenely bloated and puffy vagina. She looked like she had the world's biggest and tastiest cream puff jammed between her legs, competing for space with her luscious globes. In contrast to her arms, her crotch was absolutely bald, like the day she was born. No stubble whatsoever and no rash. Whoever waxed that girl was an expert. The protruding inner labia lips were fleshy and long and still moist and swollen, slightly parted to reveal a hint of damp pink inside. Her rosebud was set shallow and visible, the crinkled oval slightly darker than the rest of her skin, almost symmetrically lined around its centre. She was perfection, at least to me: A human version of a female ape on heat with no part of her genitals or asshole left to the imagination, jutting out for all to see and challenging the male of the species to take her.

Had she left the door open for my benefit? It left me all the opportunity in the world to stay where I was and drink her in, escape only a hasty footstep away before she could lift and turn her head if she woke up. The bathroom was my plausible destination anyway. Perfect. Fuck, I was really embracing my perverted side.

I reached down and wrestled my dick out of my jockstrap. There was no lack of lubrication: I was leaking like I hadn't come in weeks and I gently stroked myself. The whole taboo situation was so exciting, I felt like a teenager spying on a naked girl for the first time. Except I wasn't, was I? I was a grown man violating my daughter's friend's privacy for sexual gratification: A bad person, and loving it. I made a mental note to be less judgemental of others in future.

It's not like I'm a Don Juan but I have had quite a few sexual experiences in my life apart from Stacy's mother. However, I'd never really been in this situation where the object of my lust was so exposed and unknowing and vulnerable. The scent of her permeated the room, her sweet & sour sweat and vaginal fluids mixing to a heady perfume. My lusty eyes zeroed in on her pussy and ass as I stroked my throbbing rod and breathed her in. The bottom of her left ass cheek had a long crease creating a perfect bubble and her bent right leg made the other curve on forever as it joined her thigh.

As I gazed right at it, unexpectedly, her crinkled asshole opened up revealing the depths of her rectum and a long, tuneful sigh, almost a yawn pierced the air. The dilated pink ring closed gently to a tight pucker and the room was filled with a pungent aroma. Now, I'm no fan of farts or scat for that matter, but this was something else. Too hard to describe but maybe you can relate if I tell you that once I had a partner who loved me fingering her asshole just as she was about to come. As we would lie there in post-coital bliss, I would hold my finger to my nose and breathe in her musky scent, like a mild blue cheese. I couldn't get enough of it and would deliberately not wash it afterwards so that I could enjoy the odour which would persist for the rest of the day. Not as unnatural as it sounds...modern research reveals we are attracted to partners with a microbiome dissimilar to our own...or maybe I'm just a warped fuck making excuses for my kinks...

In any case, the combination of the assaults on my senses was bringing me quickly to orgasm and I could feel my balls contracting as I furiously jacked myself. Just then, Mia stirred and moaned and began to turn over. Fuck! Exit, stage right.

I quickly hobbled towards the bathroom, slammed the door and kicked my running gear off my ankles. The shower was a balm for my frustrated blue balls and I stood under the hot stream breathing heavily, safe and picturing the beauty I'd just witnessed. I hadn't even got around to soaping up when I heard the click of the bathroom door and a "Morning Daddy! I'm just going to hang and do some girly things while you're in the shower. OK?"

'"Ah...Sure, Pumpkin. Knock yourself out."

"Thanks, Dad! Won't be long."

Through the shower glass I could vaguely make out her body in front of the vanity opposite and slightly left of the shower door so I rubbed myself a peephole, hoping she wouldn't notice. There she was, in all her naked glory, her hair tied up in a high ponytail with some sort of cloth in her hand. She began wiping her face and forehead, humming softly to herself. I got a great view of her ass which was nearly as enticing as the one I'd had before: A standing bubble butt, her beautiful back and thighs extending up and down in perfect proportion. Her front was obscured until she swiped at the mirror to get a better working view. Wow, firm C-cup breasts were pert and swollen, shallow veins running through her chest to the bullet nipples, set very slightly off centre and poking upwards, very hard, very rosy pink, so so suckable. What's a man to do? I soaped up and began stroking.

To my disappointment she finished her ministrations quickly but instead of heading for the door, she stood against the toilet and crouched, pulling her panties down as she sat. She was clearly looking at something, which I couldn't make out until she reached down and stretched out to pick something up off the floor. Holy FUCK. It was my jockstrap. My sweaty, just run-in jockstrap, soaked in my precum and wanking juices from a few minutes ago after I'd hurriedly pulled them up after she woke. Mia brought it to her face, scrunching the damp material between her fingers as she did so. I expected her to recoil, but instead she began wiping the jock against her freshly cleaned face over and over, around and around until she opened those plump lips and shoved it into her mouth, closing her eyes and bowing her head. I was entranced. What the fuck? This girl was a FREAK. It was all I could do not to jump out of the shower, rip my jock strap out of her slathering mouth and replace it with some material of my own! She stayed like that for some time, breathing slowly and deeply, shoulders heaving up and down. Then she opened her gaping cavern once again, drew out the molested item and held it between her hands, leaning forward. Her body stiffened and I could see her abdomen contracting. She dropped the jock on the ground and reached behind her, grabbing her butt cheeks in each hand and drawing them outwards. I couldn't believe it, surely she wasn't going to take a dump with me in the shower?

Mia's face came up and stared forward, unfocussed. She grimaced until her features were distorted into a rictus and remained frozen like that for at least 5 seconds. Then a groan and a deep 'fffffffflock' followed almost immediately by a strong and steady stream of urine hitting the water in the bowl. Sighing deeply, she grabbed the toilet tissue and wiped her behind, twice, checking she'd done a good job. I wasn't expecting her next manoeuvre. Instead of ripping off another screed of tissue for her front, she reached down and grabbed my jockstrap once again, rubbing her moist opening with it followed by a long deep stroke between her ass cheeks. She brought the sullied item to her nose and took a long sniff. Satisfied, she then threw it carelessly across the room onto the floor, obviously well away from where I'd left my running gear: I'd stopped stroking my cock in consternation when she did her business but the realisation that she wanted me to notice made my nuts boil over and cum jettisoned out and spattered against the shower door. My knees were so weak I had to steady myself and the door sputtered open a little before I hastily pulled it shut. Shit!

As if she hadn't noticed, the gorgeous, freaky Mia stood up, washed her hands at the basin and called out "Thanks, Daddy. All done. See you downstairs."

I had no words. I heard the door close shut. She didn't flush.