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   My Best Friend's Dad III

   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.  Mr.  Abbot was cute, only thirty six years old but looks younger,
like in his mid-twenties.  On the weekends he likes to have a few beers
while putsing around the yard and he gets very flirty.  I love the
attention so I flirt back and we can get quite grabby with the hands,
especially if I'm wearing a bikini.

   One Saturday I was staying at Carrie's and we were sunning out in the
back yard and Brad was fixing a sprinkler in the yard.  I stood to fix the
towel on the lawn chair and Mr.  Abbot walks up behind me, reaches around
me and grabs my boobs, saying, "Is this a new bikini?  Feels new to me!"
Giggling but trying to sound annoyed I tell him, "Yes, it is, what else do
you feel?" "I feel it's time to get back to work." he responds.  We flirt
pretty heavily today, a lot of sexual innuendos and "accidental" gropings,
him and me.  Carrie doesn't care about our flirting and if she says
anything at all it's, "Tsk" or "Oh gawd" This particular Saturday was a hot
one, so when Carrie and I came in from tanning, we removed our bikinis and
wore only our T shirts to stay cool.  My shirt fell to just below my ass,
if I raised my arms or bent over my ass would stick out, so naturally I
flashed Brad several times and he grabbed it a couple of times.  Brad was
only wearing a Tshirt and boxer shorts so his cock "accidentally" fell out
for me to see.  Carrie and I played and talked all evening and around ten
or so she dropped off to sleep on the couch watching TV.  Mr.  Abbot and I
really got dirty today with all the sex talk and I could see it was
starting to bother him.  When Carrie went to sleep I turned up my attention
to Brad, I snuggled up next to him and my hand "accidentally" slides into
his lap.  He got up suddenly and excused himself and went to the kitchen. I
sat there a while thinking, I thought I may have pushed to far or I pissed
him off somehow, but I was super horny so I went to the kitchen to find
him. Mr.  Abbot was sitting at the table drinking another beer and I jumped
up and sat on the kitchen counter and asked, "What's up Mr.  A?  Mad at
me?" He turns his head to face me but his eyes never got any further than
my crotch, the way I was sitting and how short my shirt was he had a clear
view of my pussy and I think he could tell I was wet.  He stared for a
short time and got up from the table, I thought he was going to run off
again.  Setting his beer down on the counter next to me he stands between
my parted legs and puts his hands down on the counter leaning closer and
closer to my face, I retreat a little as he does.  When he has me leaning
way back on the counter he says, "You've been quite a tease today haven't
you?" With out getting a chance to answer he asks, "You shouldn't tease a
man so much little girl.  You might tease the wrong guy sometime and things
might happen, things you may not be ready for." I was so close to his face
that all I wanted to do was kiss him and staring at his mouth I ask, "Oh
yeah?  Like what things?" I was so focused on his face I hadn't noticed his
hand had moved between his legs and had freed his engorged cock, he moved
his hips closer to mine and started rubbing the head along my slit until he
found the hole and pushed it in saying, "Things like this!" I was about to
yell when his big hand clapped over my mouth and he buried himself in my
hot hole.  I was trying to tell him to stop, screaming under his hand but
he kept plunging in and out of my out of control pussy.  I only quieted
twice, each time he made me cum, but I fought him the rest of the time.  I
could feel his hard cock as it slid in and out of my pussy at rapid pace
and then he buried it deep and grunted, "Oh, fuck, ,Oh fuck yeah" as he
came and emptied his balls in my cunt, I could feel it as it oozes down my
ass and onto my Tshirt.  He pulls himself free of me and sitting back down
at the table he says, out of breath, "Now, go to bed, you little tease."
Sniffling, I do just that, I jump off the counter and run to the bathroom
to clean myself up and then straight into bed, half afraid of him and half
wanting to re-live the whole thing in my mind.  He came into the bedroom
carrying a sleeping Carrie and put her to bed and said goodnight and turned
off the light.

   I lie there in the dark feeling the tingle in my just fucked pussy when
I hear a small voice, "Did my dad just rape you?" I whispered, "Uh huh."
Carrie asks, "Are you going to tell the police on him?" I roll over and
look in her direction, "No, I don't think he meant to." After a small pause
I continue, "I may have pushed him to far today, it's my fault, really."
Carrie was really scared because she crawled into bed with me and pleaded
with me not to tell anyone and I promised her I wouldn't.  The next morning
we were all having breakfast at the kitchen table, silently, which is odd
for us, usually we babble on and on.  Carrie tells her dad that we were
going out and he just grunted but as we leave the room he tugs at my shirt
and asks me to talk a minute, I tell Carrie I would meet her outside.  Mr.
Abbot doesn't know how to begin, he says, "Tori, um, about last night, well
I was drunk and out of control and I ....  it's just that, .....  I
shouldn't have, it was bad and so wrong .....  I mean it wasn't bad, just
wrong, do you know what I'm trying to say?" I stepped in front of him and
lifted his head to face me and said, "I promised Carrie that I wouldn't
tell, but if you want me to promise you to, there will be a price to pay."
He half laughs, "Oh yeah?  What's the price?" Coquetteishly I grin, "You
have to promise to do it again and soon!" I leave the room and Brad stares
dumbstruck at me, "Oh yeah, don't tell Carrie that I liked it!  She thinks
you raped me."

   the end