Ganged by My Best Friend’s Dad: I Surrendered My Virginity to Six Older Men

Excerpt:

When my best friend and college roommate Chloe invited me to spend the weekend with her and her dad on his boat I jumped at the chance. Although personally I think the term boat is misleading. This thing is more like a huge house that floats. There’s plenty of space for Chloe and me to share a room, Mr. Murphy has his own room, while the remainder of his friends double up in the extra rooms.

Chloe and I spent the entire afternoon sunning on the deck of the boat in skimpy bikinis and I noticed Chloe’s dad, and all five of his friends, staring at me a lot. It made me horny because even though I’m a virgin I’ve always had a thing for older men, and Chloe’s dad is hot for being twice my age. His friends aren’t bad either.

Chloe’s family is rich. Her dad started a software company twenty years ago right out of college, and then sold it for a fortune. He spends his days sailing on his boat and playing poker with his buddies. I’ve been hoping for several months that we’d get an invitation to stay sometime.

I didn’t realize it would be hard to sleep though, so when I wake up in the middle of the night, listening to Chloe snore, I decide to look for a glass of water. I assume everyone else is asleep too so I’m not worried about the fact I’m wearing nothing but a t-shirt that ends just below my ass.

I’m groggy when I wander into the den area of the boat and I’m standing in the middle of the room when I realize Mr. Murphy and five of his friends are all sitting around a table playing poker. Or they were playing poker. Now they’re just staring at me. I blush with discomfort when I think about how exposed I am.

As they all look me up and down greedily, my embarrassment is replaced by excitement. I feel my nipples harden beneath my thin, clingy t-shirt and I get wet and tingly between my legs.

“Good evening Addison, I hope we didn’t wake you,” Mr. Murphy says.

“I was just looking for a glass of water daddy,” I explain. I know, most people would think it’s weird that I refer to Mr. Murphy as “daddy” but Steven seems too casual for my friend’s dad and Mr. Murphy is too formal, so Chloe suggested I just call him daddy and he doesn’t mind. I think he kind of likes it.

“Are you enjoying your time on the boat?” daddy asks.

“I love it, thank you for inviting me. I hope I’m not bothering all of you.”

“Not at all! We welcome the interruption!” Daddy’s friends all nod their head in agreement. I noticed that some of them are no shifting in their seats and adjusting their pants. As excited as I’m getting, I think they’re getting equally excited. “Why don’t you come over here and sit on my lap while we play another hand?”

I lick my lips because I’m nervous and walk toward Chloe’s dad. I tug at my t-shirt self consciously although it still isn’t covering much. Daddy pushes his chair back and moves his legs to accommodate me. I sit on his lap and put my arm around his neck as he pulls me close.