Perverts 'R' Us

Pretend

By Valleyal ( M/f, anal, cons )

I am the father of a lovely 11 year old daughter. She is my pride and joy. Her Mom and I split up back when she was a toddler. I try to maintain a cordial relationship with my ex, at least for my daughter's sake. That way I get to see her as much as possible and be as involved in her life as much as necessary. Most every weekend she spends with me, as well as many weeknights. Since we live only a few miles apart, it is not an inconvenience on anyone's part.

Little girls love to do sleepovers. My daughter Ashley is no exception. Frequently when she is here, her best friend Heather is here also. Since it is usually the weekend when I have her, and it not being a school night, Heather usually tags along. This is fine with me as I have watched Heather grow up from a toddler to the young fifth grader she is now. In some ways it is like I have two daughters.

Heather and Ashley are best friends. I suppose they have been for as long as they can remember. As with best friends, one minute they can be fussing, and the next minute they can be best pals. I really can't complain, as they are both two sweet, young ladies.

Heather's Mom and Dad are split up too. That's not exactly true. They never actually were together. He got lost as soon as he learned Alice was pregnant. Since then, there has been a progression of men in her Mom's life, frequently a different one every other month. I realized that is one of the major reasons Heather likes spending so much time here, especially on the weekends, since her Mom is out clubbing and likely to bring home another different guy that she has picked up.

Both Ashley and Heather are petite and cute as can be. Ashley is 5'1" and about 105 pounds, with brown shoulder length hair and the bright blue eyes she inherited from her Mom. Heather is tiny like a gymnast, maybe 4'9" and 75 pounds. She is more tomboy and Ashley more girly. I think that is one of the reasons why Heather has let her hair grow out so much, her long honey golden blonde hair falling all the way down her back.

One of the girls' favorite activities is going to Six Flags. It is one of mine too, as I am like a little kid when riding the roller coasters. It is usually just the three of us, though sometimes I do bring along a date. Lots of times this doesn't work - especially if the date doesn't care for roller coasters. The girls only want to ride roller coasters and wet rides, and not waste time on shows.

In June, a few weeks after school let out, we made plans to go to Six Flags for that Saturday. Ashley would have to be back for Sunday, as her Mom and maternal grandparents would be taking her to Panama City Beach early the next morning.

I picked them both up Friday after I got off from work so we would be all ready for the early morning drive to Atlanta and be there as the park opened. I thought it was an exceptional day, watching the smiles and giggles on the girls' faces as they enjoyed themselves. I get the most joy from watching them and seeing how happy they are.

Early in the day the weather was perfect, being sunny with just the hint of a breeze, so as not to be too hot while standing in the long lines. By late afternoon, dark clouds had blown in and we were in for a typical summer thunderstorm. We all got soaked from the rains, and when they shut down the rides because of the lightning and thunder, we sort of decided to call it a day. They were to shut down the park for the night anyway in another hour and a half.

It poured down raining the entire ride back home. Both of the girls fell fast asleep before we even got out of the parking lot. They were very tired from all of the excitement of the day. Heather kept waking up each time the thunder and lightning got heavy. I know from experience of watching her grow up that one of the things she is most scared of is thunderstorms. Ashley slept like a log right on through it.

Upon arriving a few hours later back in our hometown, I dropped Ashley off first at her Mom's, and then Heather at her Mom's, which was only a block away from my home. It was raining heavily by then, with lots of thunder and lightning as I drove up the street where Heather and her Mom lived. In front of me I could see several police cars, all with their blue lights flashing.

As we pulled up in front of the house I could see two officers struggling in the front yard with the latest boyfriend as well as another two officers leading Heather's Mom out of the front door in handcuffs. It didn't take long to find out from one of the police officers that they were being arrested again for dealing drugs. I know this was not the first time, either.

All the while, Heather sat in the passenger seat silently crying. My heart broke for her. The Police let me go up to her Mom, telling her that Heather could stay with me as long as needed. Though she seemed somewhat high, Alice did say thanks before being led inside the police car.

Upon getting back in the car, Heather slid over and the tears began to flow. All I could do was hold her as my heart broke for her. I just held her in a tender hug while all the police cars drove off. A few minutes later, I finally drove around to the next block to where I lived, all the time gently holding her as she cried.

She seemed very much in shock. I know she loved her Mom very much, even despite all the many things her Mom does. As gently as I could, I carried her through the front door. Realizing that she was completely soaked from all the rain, I carried her into the bathroom and began filling the tub with warm water. Heather hadn't said a word since we first saw the police at her home. I got down a clean towel and washcloth and then I helped her out of her wet clothes. As she climbed into the tub I went into Ashley's room and got out a clean sleep-shirt and clean pair of panties, hanging these beside the door to the bathroom. I then next went into my bedroom to change out of the wet clothes I was in.

I had barely shucked off my wet clothes before even putting on any dry ones, when in the next instant a streak of lightning flashed and struck ever so nearby, shaking the house and completely knocking off all electricity. At that instant, Heather began immediately screaming. I quickly grabbed my robe and rushed straight to the bathroom. All I could think about was that I had been so dumb to put her in the tub with the weather so bad and that she had been electrocuted.

Stumbling in the dark I pulled her out of the tub, wrapping her in the thick terrycloth bath towel. As she was still screaming and crying, I just stood there, holding her in my arms, hoping she was ok. Still holding her in my arms, I carried her to the couch in the den to look for any candles that may have been inside the coffee table. My luck, I didn't find any there. As I started to let her go so I could go look for candles in the kitchen cabinet, and she clung to me, begging me not to leave.

I just held her in my arms as I leaned back on the couch, trying to comfort her. She sat in my lap facing me, using my shoulder as a pillow for her head. Each and every time lightning would flash or thunder roll, she would tremble and cling ever closer to me. I, just as tenderly as I could, held her.

As soon as I thought she had quieted down some, I next wanted to suggest that I would go and bring back the clean nightshirt and panties. Through the years I had seen her in various states of dress and undress many times. I knew she didn't have on anything under the bath towel. For that matter, I didn't have on anything underneath my robe. I didn't remember tying it, so I wasn't exactly sure if it was open and how much. The last thing I needed to do was freak her out, being the old, fuddy dad of her best friend.

As I started to suggest getting up she began to cry and start trembling again, begging me to just please hold her. I reached up to the back of the couch and pulled down the afghan, trying to cover her as best I could from the position I was in. I knew it couldn't have been very warm for her, wrapped in a wet-by-now bath towel and maybe covering her in the afghan would help. With her leaned over me, pinning me against the couch, I ended up covering me as much as her.

As the tears and trembling slowed down, she began to softly talk. She poured her heart out. She talked about her Mom and the life they led. She talked about all the things she hated that her Mom did. She talked about the Dad she never knew and had never met, about the one time she had actually got him on the phone and him immediately hanging up when learning who she was. She talked about Ashley and how grateful she was to have her as a friend. She even talked some about me, about how amazed she was that I even had anything to do with her. She said she would sometimes pretend that she and Ashley were sisters and I was their Dad.

I just held her, tenderly stroking her soft hair as she poured her heart out. My heart broke as I listened to her realizing how unhappy so much of her childhood was. I tried reassuring her that she always had a home here to go to if things got bad, that I loved and cared for her just as much as I did Ashley. They were so much like sisters anyway.

I had forgotten for the moment that she was naked underneath the towel. When she moved to get more comfortable, turning her back towards me, pinning me with my back against the back of the couch, I immediately remembered our situation. To my horror, I then realized that the towel had ridden up and her rear end was completely bare. Worse still, my robe was definitely open at the waist untied. Oh my gosh - if she realizes my bare penis is nestled between her butt cheeks.

It was then that I suggested again that maybe I should get up and bring back her sleep shirt and she could go into Ashley's room and I go into mine. She got all trembly, begging me not to leave and to please just hold her. I told her that people might not think it a good idea me being a grownup and her an underage girl. Also, she was my daughter's best friend.

She still begged me to not let go and to just hold her and let her go to sleep in my arms. I finally told her that I knew she didn't have on anything under the towel and that people like me go to jail for stuff like this. She still kept begging me to hold her and let her sleep in my arms. Finally she said it was OK, since she knew I was harmless and that I was dressed in the robe and underwear. Thank God she hadn't yet realized that I didn't have on any underwear and that my robe was open with my bare penis sticking out, nestled between her bare butt cheeks.

She begged me to pretend she had lots of clothes on and to just keep on holding her. I still wasn't easy about it, trying to convince her this wasn't a good idea. I almost had a stroke when she next said it was OK if I had an erection, saying she would just pretend she didn't notice.

At that moment I realized I definitely had one. She said that it was OK since she knew I was harmless and would never do anything to hurt her. Also, that there was the towel and the robe as well as my underwear so it was all ok. She trusted me. All I had to do was pretend. There wasn't anything between my penis and her butt. I knew this and hoped she didn't.

As her skin was so soft and she smelled so sweet, my erection wasn't going down any. In fact, it was already leaking out pre-cum in her soft butt crack. I'm not a pervert, but with a very pretty young lady whom I deeply cared about held gently in my arms, I was definitely very much human. I just prayed to God that she didn't realize the effect she was having on me.

She had been trembling off and on throughout the evening as I comforted her. But these trembles and wiggles were now having an unintended consequence. It was getting me close to cumming. Too close, in fact.

We had both become quiet by that time, neither saying a word. Each time she wiggled leaning back against me, my penis went deeper into her butt crack. Soon enough I realized that I as well was leaning, pushing my hips forward to get ever deeper into her butt crack. I hadn't realized that she was breathing heavier until the moment the head of my penis had pushed directly against her butt hole.

We both caught our breath at the same time as I felt the head slip inside. I froze. She froze completely still too. The she slowly pushed back against me. I went in slightly deeper. Maybe only just part of my penis was inside her but I definitely knew I was in. This was too much for me as I began squirting sperm into her rectum. I don't think I have ever cum as much in my life.

I then froze again as the realization of what I had just done hit me. I had fucked a ten year old innocent girl in the butt. I had fucked my daughter's best friend. Pretending she didn't notice an erection through three layers of clothing (robe, underwear, and towel) was one thing. Pretending she didn't notice a grown up male penis inside her butt hole and all the cum leaking out, that was different. She couldn't pretend that away.

This time it was me crying and begging for forgiveness. She shushed me to silence, saying it was ok. She said she knew I was harmless and would never hurt her. Then she said it was OK since I had on the robe and underwear. All I had to do was pretend she had on underwear. She would just pretend to not notice any erections.

The head of my penis was still inside her butt hole. It had shrunk, but not come out as I ejaculated inside her. It was still in her, just barely. Remaining spoon-fashion, Heather leaned her head back and kissed me on the cheek. She nestled deeper into my arms and asked me to hold and rock her to sleep.

My erection returned, still buried in her. I heard her sigh then pretend to snore as I pushed in deeper. My hands went to her butt cheeks pulling them apart. Her breath stopped at the moment my balls slapped against her butt. I was in all the way. Seconds later the pretend snore began again.

I think I am going to love pretending.