Fucking Friend's Father 5

He looked surprised. "A picture?" he said blankly, before comprehension dawned on him. "Right..."

He pulled her off of him and she rolled onto her back as he stood up. Kelly's digital camera was sitting on the desk next to her computer, and after grabbing that, he started digging through the drawers of her night table and dresser. "She's got to have lube around here," he explained as he looked. "She's obviously done... that... before."

"Check the bottom drawer," she said, and she was right. Mr. Lesnar pulled out a small tube and crawled back onto the bed.

 Her leaned over and kissed her. "It'll feel really good after a bit, she promise," he said with his lips against hers.

"Okay," she whispered.

"Get on your hands and knees," he said. she did, her ass facing him as she turned. she heard him open the tube and she squeezed her eyes shut. He put a hand on her ass, rubbing gently before she felt his other hand against her hole. His finger was cold, but slid against her hole easily. He pushed it inside her again, and she bit her lip. It still felt good, but his dick was a hell of a lot thicker than his finger, and she was almost terrified of having something that big in her ass. He took his finger out and put more lube on it, before pushing his finger back into her hole. Only this time, after he put it in, he started to push the next finger in, too. she cried out softly.

"It's okay," he whispered, his other hand rubbing her comfortingly. "It's going to hurt a bit but I promise it'll be okay. Just relax."

"How am I supposed to relax when you've got two fingers in my ass?" she gasped.

"You could start by opening your eyes," he said. she did. "Now, look. You can watch me in the mirror."

she looked to the side, at Kelly's dresser across the room. Mr. Lesnar was looking at her through the mirror, smiling softly but looking concerned. "Is it okay?" he said. "I'll stop if you really want me to."

She considered it, but shook her head. "No, keep going," she said softly. she stared into the mirror as he fingered her ass for a bit, before pulling his fingers out. He put even more lube on and returned. This time, when he pushed both fingers in, it did feel a lot better. she think watching him was part of the reason it was so hot. He stared at his hand, watching himself finger-fuck her ass, all the while looking confident. she moaned softly and he looked up, grinning in the mirror.

"Think you're almost ready?" he said. she nodded and he pulled his fingers away. He picked up the tube again and squeezed a little more onto her ass, then more into his hand. she watched as he coated his dick, biting her lip as he touched himself. He watched her watching him. "Like watching a guy jerk off?" he asked. she blushed, but nodded. He laughed softly, finished rubbing the lube onto his dick, then put his hands on her hips and turned her just slightly, so she would have a better view of his dick going into her ass in the mirror. she started to feel nervous again as she watched him position himself behind her. His hands were on her hips as he pulled her a bit closer to him. "Relax," he said.

She bit her lip, looking in the mirror as he pushed his tip against her. She could feel it pressing at her opening. "You have to relax, Ruth," he said again. He reached around her slender hips, one of his slick hands finding her clit and circling it gently. "Relax for me, okay?" he whispered, and she nodded, sighing as he rubbed her clit. she could feel his other hand on her ass, moving to slowly start guiding his dick into her. His tip pressed against her hole and she took a deep breath as he started to push into her.

"It hurts," she whimpered, bracing herself against the bed.

"My whole tip isn't even in yet, honey," he said. "Just relax." He kept pushing, and she tensed beneath him as she felt him go further. He stopped for a moment, letting her adjust to just having the tip of his dick in her ass. "Look in the mirror," he said suddenly.

She shook her head. "I don't want to see yet," she replied.

He laughed. "You sure? It looks really hot..."

She shook her head again and Mr. Lesnar put his hands back on her hips, pushing himself a little further into her. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, as he pushed slowly but steadily into her ass. "You're so fucking tight..." he whispered, and she heard his voice shake slightly. "Are you doing okay?"

She nodded, even though she wasn't sure her ass could stretch much more to fit the rest of the dick that was currently impaling her. Tears had sprung into her eyes, and she couldn't do anything to stop herself shaking. He groaned suddenly, still pushing. she started to pant a bit as she began to squirm a bit underneath him.

"Mr. Lesnar, I don't think I can take anymore," she whispered, her voice soft but shaking considerably. "It really hurts now."

"Look in the mirror," he said.

She turned her head and looked. She guess she didn't have to worry about taking any more of his dick, because he was completely buried in her ass. she gasped, her pussy throbbing as she stared at the image of his dick buried in her ass. "Take the picture," she suddenly gasped. "God, this is hot..."

He picked up Kelly's digital camera, pointing it at the mirror. she stared at the camera in the mirror, and blinked when the flash went off. He dropped the camera and rested his hands on her lower back. "I'm gonna start fucking you now, okay?" he said.

She nodded, a little nervous. "Go really slowly," she said.

He laughed again and started to pull out of her ass. she sighed in relief, relaxing as he pulled out. Eventually, just his tip was left in, and he started to push back in. It was much less painful this time, though she was still pretty uncomfortable once he was fully inside her. She bit her lip, unconsciously trying to pull herself away from him. Mr. Lesnar's hands had moved to her hips, though, and were holding her in place. She made a small, frustrated noise, and he started to pull back again. His pace was slow, but steady.