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   My Best Friend's Dad II, Mf(15), nc, con,

   I'd like to preface this story by stating that while I tend to write
stories about young girls in sexual situations, I do not condone or
advocate sex with minors, and to intentionally hurt a child is
unforgivable. My stories are fantasy, conceived by my twisted mind, but not
from any true accounts.  Thanks for reading and please let me know what you
think.



   I'm Victoria, Tori for short.  I'm fifteen years old and my best
friend's dad is my secret lover, let me tell you how I did it.  At the age
of twelve I became sexually active, giving boys blowjobs and getting felt
up.  Eventually going all the way at thirteen with a boyfriend from school
and having more sex with other boys after that.  I loved the sex but being
only boys they didn't handle the relationship well or at least the way I
wanted.  My best friend's name is Carrie Abbot and her father's name is
Brad, he's a divorced single dad.  If I wasn't with a boy, I was hanging
out with her and when we turned fourteen we would stay over at each others
house.  Staying at her house as often as I did, I noticed that when her dad
would fall asleep, he was out, I mean you could herd cattle through the
house and never move him.  That's why I started spending so much time over
there because when he'd go to sleep, Carrie and I would skip out and stay
out real late, usually with boys.

   One night in late June I was over at Carries house spending the night
but I just couldn't sleep.  I wandered around Carrie's bedroom a while,
looking at pictures and stuff, I thought I could go on facebook.  But
dammit wouldn't you know my phone was out in the livingroom, realizing that
it's three in the morning and no one but me was up I decided to go get it.
I made my way down the hall and as I passed Mr.  Abbot's room I saw that
his door was opened, a little.  Knowing that he sleeps in the nude and my
constant urge for sex, I opened the door further.  There, lying on his
back, his head proped up on a pillow and with a small sidetable lamp on, I
saw an impressive tent being made under the sheets.  The growing itch
between my legs pushed me on as I grabbed the top of the sheet and slowly
pulled it down, watching his face for any sign of waking.  Pulling the
sheet down to his knees revealed the biggest cock I've seen in my short sex
life.  He had to be eight inches at least, I thought it would be like
trying to fuck a baseball bat and a shiver ran down my spine, I had to
touch it.  I carefully wrapped my hand around it, it felt huge, I could
feel the ridges and bumps the veins made, how silky smooth the head was. 
The palm of my hand got slick as I passed it over the tip again, he made
precum, I thought, maybe he'll cum too.  I carefully crawled up onto the
bed and making sure I could still see his face, I took his cock in my
mouth, not thinking of what might happen if his wakes up.  He didn't move a
muscle, except the one I had in my mouth, so I slowly started sucking his
dick.  I was loving this, I have a huge hard cock in my hands and I want to
keep it, use it, fuck it.  I wanted it down my throat but I didn't want to
gag on it in case it woke him up.  Slowly, my head rose and fell, I didn't
want to go to fast, I wanted this to last.  Suddenly his abdomine
contracted and his leg muscle lurched, I cupped his balls in my hand as he
blasted a huge load of cum in my mouth.  Sucking and swallowing, I captured
ever drop, even licking his deflating cock clean.  I pulled the sheet back
over him and went the the bathroom to finger myself before going to bed.

   This was great, I sucked a boy's, er man's cock last night, tasted his
cum and nobody knows anything about it.  As the weeks went by, I got braver
and more daring each time I stay with Carrie.  First I got naked when I
blew him and then I would get naked and crawl under the sheet with him and
hold him before sucking him off.  I realized that I wouldn't wake him as
long as I was quiet only his loud alarm clock seems to wake him.  It was
August twelveth and I was going to leap off the deep end, tonight I'm going
to fuck him.  That night after Carrie and I went to bed, I lay staring at
the light coming in from under the door, when it goes out, he's gone to
bed. Impatiently, I wait the longest half hour of my life, wanting to be
sure he's asleep.  I creep down the hall, taking my clothes off, so if he
catches me in his room, naked; I shiver at the thought.  Sliding into bed
with my unconcious lover I let my hand drift down to his cock, it's soft of
coarse but with a little gentle massage with my hand, it rises to the
occasion.  Kissing him on the lips, lightly, I remove the sheet and gaze
upon my lust's desire, his ridged pole.  I take his cock in my mouth and
lubricate it with my spit and after giving him a small shake to gage his
reaction, I get to my knees and straddle Mr.  Abbot.  My hand was shaking
as I guide his shaft to my wanton hole, taking a little effort, the head
enters my body and I have to bite my lip to keep from screaming as I lower
onto the largest thing I have ever had in my pussy.  With his cock fully
buried inside me, my pussy begins to squeeze his cock, hard, I was cumming
and I haven't started fucking him yet.  Moaning and rocking up and down my
first orgasm drives my lust further.  I looked into his face to see if all
the action woke him up but nothing, just a slight smile as he laid there.
Going for broke I increased my movements by sliding four or five inches of
that emence cock in and out of my pussy, building up speed.  My pussy is
wrapped so tightly around his shaft that I can feel the ridges passing into
my cunt.  We accually came together, as my pussy grabs his cock in a death
grip, the electricity charges through my body.  Slapping my hand over my
mouth to quiet my moans, I have to put my other hand on his chest to keep
from falling on it.  As the pleasure ebbs I slowly climb off my sleeping
lover and clean him up a best I could and slipped off to my own bed,
rubbing my pussy and getting his cum on my fingers.

   The next morning Carrie and I came out to the kitchen to get breakfast
and Mr.  Abbot was already there drinking coffee.  Carries says, "Mornin
daddy", and kisses him on the cheek.  My turn, I say, "Mornin daddy",
coquetteishly and kiss him on the lips, gently brushing his lips with my
tongue as we part.  He looks at Carrie but then stares at me, more like
through me.  I must not have cleaned up last night as well as I thought, he
may be getting suspicious, he looked like he wanted to ask me something. 
We finished breakfast and got up from the table, Carrie tells her father
that we were going out and he wrapped an arm around each of us telling us
to have a good day.  When we lean over to kiss his cheek, I slide his hand
from the small of my back to my cute little ass and squeeze his fingers
into it.  We pull away and head towards the door, I look back and he's
watching us leave, ME leave, I smile coyly and run out after Carrie.  I
didn't try to stay over at Carrie's house until the next weekend because I
thought I was pushing my luck, but Carrie invited me over on Wednesday. 
When I arrived that day I was determined not to sleep with him that night
so I tried to stay away from him.  Carrie and I spent the whole day out of
the house, mostly at the mall but when we got back the her house for
dinner, things seemed a little odd.  Mr.  Abbot was in a very playful mood.
He was teasing Carrie and me and being very flirty, after dinner he was in
the livingroom watching TV and when we went in to join him he grabbed me
and pulled me into his lap.

   He says, "You can sit here if you like", I grinned at Carrie and wiggled
my butt and said, "A little lumpy but it's warm!" and settled into his
chest.

   Carrie pouted, "But I'm cold too, daddy!" and he raises his arm and she
snuggles in beside him and we watch TV in a big warm pile.

   Mr.  Abbot's hand slowly caressed my back sliding all the way down to
the curve of my ass and back, while giving Carrie's arm a rub to keep her
in the group.  As his hand makes it's way back up my body, his hand glides
under my shirt and across my bare back.  I emit a quiet "Mmm" and nestle my
head into his neck.  Being all warm and cozy, Carrie starts to drift in and
out of sleep and I would be too if Mr.  Abbot's hand wasn't keeping me
awake.  Noticing that Carrie was out of it, Brad's hand slowly glides up my
back and over my ribs and gently cups my left tit.

   I look up into his face and after glancing at Carrie he looks back at me
and whispers, "Were you in my room last Saturday night?"

   I tried to look innocent and asked, "Why?  Something happen?"

   He squeezed my nipple hard, I had to stiffel a scream and he asks more
forcefully, "Were you in my room?"

   I groweled softly, "Yes, yes, oww, cut it out!"

   He pushes me off his lap onto the sofa next to him and tells me not to
move and then he tried to wake Carrie and helps her off to bed.  When he
returns I could tell he was not in the mood to play and I thought my goose
was cooked.

   He sits next to me, "Tori, I want you to tell what you did in my room
that night, NOW!"

   I jumped out of my skin at his angry tone, "Nothing, really, can I go to
bed now?"

   "Not until you tell what you did, young lady, I've got all night", he
said staring at me making me feel about the size of a two year old.  I
started to cry, not just because of how angry he was but also the
embarassment of the truth of what I did.

   He says, "Now, now, none of that now, you know what you did was wrong
and crying won't save you from the facts, now tell me everything you did.
And don't leave any detail out."

   I cry to him, "Please, I'll never do it again, I promise, let me go to
bed."

   He orders me, "Now, young lady, we're not getting any younger here!"

   Trapped and sobbing, I resign myself to my fate, I'm going to tell him
and he'll tell my folks and I'll be headed for the mental hospital.  I pull
away from him on the sofa and sitting with my knees together with my head
bowed, I begin my tale.  It takes me fifteen agonizing minutes through all
the tears to describe in full detail my perverse actions that night.  We
sit in silence, except for my weeping, for a long time and I jump when I
feel his hand resting on my back.

   Brad speaks very softly, "Ok, ok, calm down, calm down, it'll be all
right, ...  , now."

   I fall over under his arm with my head on his thigh and really start
balling, that cleansing kind of crying, letting it all out, the
embarassment, the guilt, everything.  Wait a minute I don't have any guilt
or regret, only at getting caught I suppose but I cried anyway.  After
several minutes Brad grabs my shoulders and tries to lift me up next to him
and as I pull away I wipe my nose on his shorts leg.

   Brad goes, "EWWW", very girlly like.

   It's just enough to make me laugh a little, "You're not mad at me?",
sniffel, sniffel, I asked, not being able to look at him yet.

   He says, "No, I could never be mad at you.  A little concerned, but not
mad."

   I snuggle up beside him and ask, "Concerned?"

   Jokingly he says, "Yes, concerned, I mean, you slept with me while I was
unconsious.  What's next dead people?"

   I punch him in the side saying, "And I thought I was the sicko here."

   With everything out in the open I felt happy again, like I did before.
We were joking and laughing, playing like nothing happened at all.  We
talked and finished watching what ever it was that was on TV then, and I
yawned.  I got up and took my glass to the kitchen, getting ready to turn
in.

   Brad says, "I forgot it was so late, (maybe eleven thirty), and he turns
off the TV and the livingroom lights.

   We met in the hallway to the bedrooms and he says, "Well it's time for
bed, ....  , so, yours or mine?"

   I push him playfully and grumble, "Cut it out!  Meany!"

   He says matter of factly, "Well, if your going to sneak in later
anyways, I might as well be awake for it."

   So I thought I'd call his bluff.  I walked down the hall and straight
into his room and crawled into bed, under the covers.  Brad Abbot waited a
moment and then entered the room and closes the door.  He sat down on the
bed next to me.  I had the covers tightly in my hands at my neck.  He
softly strokes my face with his hand and then leans down and kisses me
lightly on my lips and sits back up.  He noticed I had loosened my grip on
the sheets.

   He says, "Now sweety, you know I don't allow clothes in bed!" And he
strips naked.



   The end