Devil Chicken's Stories.

Like in the last few years, you were spending the Saturday night sitting on the couch, watching a random Netflix series. The night was damp, hot and young, perfect to just do nothing... Even though it would be better if you had someone to do nothing with.

You heard steps coming down the stairs behind you, then walking to the kitchen and the fridge opening. You couldn't see, but it was Arianna (20F), one of your daughter's best friends and the daughter of Billy, your neighbour and buddy.

You heard her asking, still out from your field of view, if you wanted something to drink too.

- Oh yeah... Something cold would be nice... Thanks!

A few minutes later, you heard her approaching.

 - Here, it is more than just coke... - She jiggled as she reached a sizzling glass over your shoulder. You brought it to your nose and recognized the scent of rum, lemon and coke. A cubalibre. The taste was fantastic, balanced, fresh, not too much or too litle of anything. "This girl knows her drinks..." You thought.

Busy as you were marveling her lovingly made drink, you didn't realize what she was wearing until she walked around the couch and unexpectedly sat down next to you.

- And? Do you like it?

You glanced at her and saw she was in her underwear, or in a bikini, or whatever she was wearing. In any case, she was showing a lot.

- Ye... Yeah... It's pretty good... -  You quickly looked away and kept sipping on your drink, not trying to look at her exposed cleavage, her soft skin, her tight tummy, her belly button piercing, her not-lying hips or her strong thighs and legs. You could only think about two things: her body and not wanting to make her umconfortable by looking at it.

- Oh, I love this series! - She said turning her head towards the TV, which you involuntarily used to look at her body. You wondered if she was doing that on puropose. She was, obviously.

- Soo... - She quickly turned her head towards you,catching you looking at her boobs before you weirdly looked away - ... Mr. Anon... Why aren't you out there, on a date or something? Anonnette told us you've been single forever, since...

You looked down, slighly embarrassed. You already thought about it. A lot. Almost every day. 

You told her that meeting women has been hard since your wife died. You tried explaining how hard was dating women your age to her without wanting it sound like you were making excuses... But they were indeed either crazy, had too high expectations with money, with status, physical attractiveness, whatever, found what they called "red flags" in every little detail or didn't want to date someone with kids (even though they had kids themselves). Or all of the above.

- It definitely is harder now than it was as I was younger, just meeting new girls, chatting them up before convincing them to come to the back of the car and... - You weren't telling this to her particularly. You were so absorbed remembering the good old times and putting your thoughts in order that you just got caught reflecting out loud.

You heard her jiggles and realized what you just said. You looked at her but her eyes showed comprehension, yet you couldn't miss the tint of amusement behing them.

- It seems like you know a whole lot about being young and hooking up, Mr. Anon...

You felt an embarrassing heaviness in your throat that made you loudly gulp down. You quickly tried changing the topic of conversation.

- A...And... How is it with you... Hum... Have you like, a boyfriend or something going on, like, dating someone or something? - After finishing your question you noticed you were talking as if you were brain damaged.

She jiggled again - No, guys my age aren't into that kind of thing... They just think about partying and hooking up... - She locked her eyes into yours -They don't have what mature men have...

Perplexed by the last comment, you gulped down again even louder than before in the heavy silence that followed.

- And you? Are you seeing someone? Anonnette has been thinking about asking other single moms to... You know... Get to meet you... To de-stress...

You felt your face reddening and your ears burning like a hot iron. Why did girls have to talk about that kind of stuff? And why did she have to tell everyone?

- I don't... I mean.. It has been a long time since I was with a woman, so... I haven't got that kind of action in like... - You didn't know exactly how to explain yourself. Feeling defensive, you leaned over and just sipped on your cubalibre.

- Mr. Anon... - Her voice was softer, calmer - Since when haven't you got... That kind of action...?

You took a deep breath and cleared your throat before answering. - Like... Since she died... 7 years already...

She slid towards you, getting really close, her waist touching yours. You froze up when you felt her hand caressing your shoulder as she spoke:

- Mr Anon... That's a lot... - Her face got even closer, her lips whispering into your ear. She smelled really good, like fruits and flowers - Why don't you relax and just... Enjoy yourself for a while...?

She pulled back, leaving your personal space. You didn't really understood what she meant. You turned your heads towards her to ask her, but she interrupted you.

- Mr. Anon... You have been looking at them the whole time...

She started pulling her bra up the very same moment you looked at her. Her huge breasts dropped in front of you. You were almost speechless...

- Arianna, I didn't meant to... I mean, I tried not to, but... We can't...

- Oh, we can... - She answered. Ignoring your ramblings, she grabbed your hands and put them on her chest, inviting you to cup them.

Her boobs were soft, warm, doughy. You knew it was wrong, that you shouldn't be doing something like this with one of your daughter's friend while she was (hopefully) sleeping...

But you kept playing with them. You just weren't able to stop.

You felt her hand caressing your thigh a few times before traveling up towards your groin, where she started rubbing the lenght of your semi-erect penis over the fabric of your pants... God, it felt good...

You felt her fingers fumbling around, looking for the zipper. She undid your pants and pulled your dick out. You looked at her: She was mesmerized by your cock, exactly like you were a few moments ago with her tits.

You tried leaning in. You wanted to lick her nipples. Kiss them a few times. Maybe even biting them...

- Oh no. We are not doing that. That makes me cum... - She stood up and knelt in between your legs, kissing your belly on the way down, still stroking your dick up and down. It just wasn't getting that hard....

Probably because you felt your neuroticism taking over: What if someone came down the stairs? What if someone found out? What will they think about you? About her? What about Anonnette? What about...?

Her voice interrupted your chain of thoughts - You're such a hot dad... - She spoke really close to your penis, making sure it got engulfed within her warm breath - ...You don't even realize how many girls and moms have a crush on you, right...?

- What do you mean... A crush?

- Yeah, they do... Me included, by the way...

- You what?!

Her answer was that vixen-like smile from before; your naivety somehow amused her. Another reason for the smile was that your dick got instantly rock hard between her hands after hearing that.

- What do you mean... Oghh... - You couldn't finish your question, as she suddenly yet slowly wrapped her lips around your erection.

She wasn't just sucking, she was making out with your cock. The only reason why you hadn't come yet was because you kept being alert and watching out if someone walked down the stairs...

She stopped sucking, letting it go with a loud and nasty *plop*.

- I don't usually do this kind of stuff, but this is... Something special today... For you...

She grabbed your cock with and put it in between her boobs. The slop of her saliva, her sweat and your precum ensured that her breasts rubbed just the right way around your dick.

Hearing your moans, she not only sped up, but held her jugs even tighter.

- You know you just can cum... Whenever you want, right...?

Her both submissive yet assertive reassurance woke up something in you; something long forgotten. You felt serviced, taken care of. You felt like you mattered to someone, like you were worthy of getting pleasured... And amidst all of that, you felt like she wanted you to take control, to decide for her, to dominate her...

You grabbed her by the back of her head, which made her eyes light up, her whole demeanor easening up. You knew she got wet when you calmly told her: 

- I'm going to use your mouth. Be a good girl...

She nodded as you brought her face towards your cock. She just opened her mouth and let you push your dick in without any resistance whatsoever, after which you started viciously pounding her mouth.

"How nasty I am to be fucking the mouth of my daughter's bestfriend..." You thought... "But it feels so good..."

You felt her pushing away from you and, scared that you overdid it and hurt her, you let her go. She didn't seem to dislike the strings that still connected her lips and your dick.

- Let me show you what I can do... - She said before poising herself in between your legs and sunking your whole manhood in her throat.

Her throat welcomed you inside, gripping and rubbing around your girth. Your dick was so sensitive that you could feel every pulsation and movement around it, exactly like she could feel your dick throbbing.

- Oh... Goddamn... - You whispered under your breath, but loud enough for her to hear it.

But she wasn't done yet; she kept on throating your dick, pushing her mouth over and over against your waist.

- No one has ever did something like this to me before... - You told her, but you weren't sure if she was listening at all.

You just couldn't resist anymore. Seeing her so vulnerable yet so excited and motivated to gain your validation and to pleasure your erection after all this time forced you to grab her head and push her down, reaching all the way down her gullet.

She looked up and you could read in her eyes the worries of not being able to breathe... But she did not fight back for a second or tried freeing herself from your grip. She was in that moment, if one could ever say this about another human, all yours.

You felt your orgasm threatening to rise from deep within you. You just knew that after all this time without love or sex, or in your case, both, this would be one of those that makes your legs weak and leave your balls dry.

A fleeting thought went through your head. "How evil would it be to cum down her throat right now...?"

You pulled out your invasive dick from the depths of her mouth.

- Shit... I'm cumming... Arianne, hold your boobs together for me...

She quickly obeyed as you started spraying her tits with your baby-batter. Rope after rope of cum landed on her breasts; the amount of jizz your dick was splurting just seemed infinite. Even you were surpised and, why not, even proud of it.

She seemed proud too, smiling and looking at her jizzed boobs, as if making you relieve your sexual needs on herjust made her day.

You felt exhausted and depleted, which to be fair, you were; you felt your legs giving up so you let yourself fall back on the couch.

Ari got on the couch too and cuddled up to you. She had still some strings of cum on her tits.

- Wow, Mr. Anon... That was a load and half... - She playfully said, caressing your still semi-erect dick, as if she was praising your penis for doing such a great job. 

- Yeah... I mean, after so long... You know...

She smiled at you, but this time you but that she was, somehow, truly happy for you.

- Like... I'd have let you cum inside of me too, if you wanted... No need to waste it outside, you know...

You didn't really know what she meant with "inside"; in her mouth or maybe somewhere else...?

Either way, you were too tired and still confused about what just happened to really want to dig deeper in the phantasies of your daughter's bestfriend.

She cuddled with her back really tight against you. You knew it was risky, but feeling her warmth and softness of her body, smelling her hair that trickled down your skin, having your arms around hers and her hands holding yours didn't make you want to stand up and go back to your room... So you just decided to let it be and enjoy the closeness... 

"Just for tonight", You thought. "And then I won't do stuff like this anymore with her... It was just a one-time thing..." You promised to yourself before closing your eyes.