Copyright © 2009 by Baron Rod (baronrod.macf@gmail.com)

My Friend's Dad 

(Mf first) 

I had known Carla for six years, since we were nine. We hung out
together and told each other our hopes, dreams and fears. I had been a
ready shoulder for her to cry on when her mother died in a stupid car
accident caused by a drunk driver two years back. She told me of how her
father was even more shattered than she was. The insurance and lawsuit
monies left them moderately well off, but there was always this sadness
with them. 

I was at her sweet sixteen birthday party and sleep over. We had some
boys at the party, but they had to leave by midnight. Carla's dad, Paul,
was a good sport, mostly letting us do our own thing, but he kept a wary
eye out for anyone having too much fun. Mostly he stayed in their den
playing computer games. Every little bit he would come out to get a soda
and count noses and make sure no one had gotten off to a dark corner. 

At about ten o'clock he spotted Michelle and her boyfriend in a serious
lip lock with her blouse up and bra down. He only told the excited
couple "Break it up! Put your clothes back on and move on to the living
room where everyone else is. Now." They were really embarrassed and
Michelle's boyfriend left soon after. The other girls started asking
Michelle how it felt and if she really would have gone farther. 

I didn't take part in the hazing because I knew how she felt. I had been
going out with guys, nothing serious, but I had been felt up, and had
held a cock, and knew what happened when you rubbed it the right way.
That always gave me a feeling of power, to be able to make a guy beg me
to continue and to make him cum. I also knew how much ‘won't' power it
takes to stop a guy from going farther than you really want him to. But
that wasn't really the reason I didn't tease Michelle. 

The real reason was that I had spotted the hard on that Paul had gotten
from seeing the amorous couple. He had covered well, but I knew the
signs. I got real horny and started to fantasize about Paul. From
talking to Carla I knew that he hadn't started looking at women yet. He
had been two years without a bed partner. I wondered if I could... if
should... help him get over his grief in a womanly way. 

After all the boys left we all put on our jammies. Some were shorter
than others. Mine was about average. Paul kept up his ‘going for soda'
routine, but now I could tell that he was interested in the ‘eye candy'
we were providing him. About one AM he shut the computer down and went
to bed, telling us to keep the noise down to a dull roar. 

After a little bit the party started to break into two groups. The group
in the front living room had the lights off and were getting to sleep.
The group in the rec room was watching videos. I watched a few videos
with that group until about three AM, and then drifted toward the living
room. But I didn't stop there. I snuck upstairs to Paul's bedroom. When
I got there, it was dark, but I saw him laying on his king sized bed. He
didn't have any covers on and I saw he slept in his boxers. I took my
jammies off and got onto the bed with him. 

I spread the front opening of his boxers and gently touched the head his
penis. Very quickly it got hard and poked out of his boxers. I continued
to massage his now rampant rod. He started to come awake and I leaned
over and kissed him as he woke fully while continuing to play with him.
He kissed back, questing his tongue deep into my mouth. We played tonsil
hockey for a bit and he started to play with my tits. He leaned back a
bit and looked at me and asked "Are you sure you want this to continue,
little girl?" I said "Yes, I do." He asked "Have you done this before?"
and I said "No, you'll be my first." He shook his head and reached into
his night stand and got out a condom. Awww! That was sweet and
thoughtful. I said "I've been on the pill for almost a year now." He
dropped the condom and went back to stroking my nipples. 

His expert touch got me gasping in minutes. When he sent a hand down to
my clit I nearly died. I left off stroking him as his touch took me into
realms of pleasure that I had never been to before. A couple of boys had
managed to massage me to orgasm before, but Paul's sure touch made what
I had felt before pale. I guess I started to scream, but Paul was then
french kissing me again and I couldn't yell. The orgasm hit me hard and
I was bucking under his hand like a mad woman. 

Some where in here Paul took off his boxers. I sure don't remember doing
it. Paul then positioned himself between my legs and brought them up
onto his shoulders. He rubbed his massive prong along my slit and then,
as he kissed me, suddenly thrust in, all the way to the hilt. The pain
was incredible, but the kisses again stopped me from yelling. He stopped
and just held me and said "The worst is past. Just get used to me and
then we'll continue." 

I guess his bringing me to orgasm first had lubed me up enough that the
pain quickly died and my hips began moving. When Paul felt this he
started pumping in time to my movements. I don't know if we rocked
together for minutes or hours or years. Time had no meaning. I orgasmed
again and as he kept pumping started a series of them. At this his
thrusting became faster and somehow deeper. He then plunged into me as
far and as hard as he could and gasped and blew his load of cum into me.
He gave a few more convulsive thrusts and then let my legs drop and
rolled off of me. 

He looked at me and said "Thank you, Jodie. I needed that." I snuggled
into the crook of his arm and just hugged him. We fell asleep together.
A little while later I woke up with Paul already in me, thrusting away
like a stallion. We came together and then he suggested that I should
clean up, get dressed and go downstairs before I was missed. 

I never had sex again with Paul and I'm still friends with Carla. A few
weeks later Carla told me that her dad had started going out again, with
a woman from his church. A year later they told Carla that they were
getting married and six months later they were. I'm glad I let him take
my virginity. I like to think that I helped him get through his grief
and that he became a complete man again because of me. 

