Subject:     My Best Friend's Father
Story Codes: MF FF exhib oral adultery
Diary Date:  June 12, 2006
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary
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Beth has been my best friend for what seems forever.  In fact, she is so 
close to my family that she is the only girl outside our family that my 
dad has been with - and the only one to know what he enjoys doing to me 
as well.  Was it time for me to repay the favor?

Table of Contents
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   Chapter 1 - Was It Adultery?
   Chapter 2 - Playing In the Pool
   Chapter 3 - Teasing Beth’s Dad
   Chapter 4 - Beth’s Dad Gives in to His Lust
   Chapter 5 - Making Up With Beth 


Chapter 1 - Was It Adultery?
============================

Everyone has a best friend, that person you’ve known since childhood who 
has always been there for you.  She's the one you confide in, yell at, 
and in general feel free to say or do anything yet you know she will 
always be there for you later.  You share everything with your best 
friend, right?

For me, Beth has always been that best friend.  I’ve said before that my 
parents were my best friends but that is more from the standpoint of the 
type of relationship we have.  After all, my parents can't just walk away 
from me!  Beth and I met when we were little girls and went through 
school together, grew up in church together, and partied together.  

Beth and I certainly have our differences but I think that is what has 
made our relationship so special.  Had we been clones of one another I 
doubt that we would have been able to stand the sight of each other after 
a while.  Our strengths and weaknesses complement each other and as a 
pair we were stronger than the two of us individually.  

As an only child, I never had a sister whereas Beth was the youngest of 
what had been a virtual tribe at home.  She was the next-to-youngest of 
five kids - three boys and two girls.  Her older siblings had all 
finished school and moved out leaving just her and her younger brother 
Tony at home as she finished school at a local college.  For me, Beth was 
almost like a sister to me, at least the way I dreamed having a sister 
would have been.  She was a regular fixture at our house as we grew up 
and it was almost at times like she actually WAS a member of the family.  
I spent a lot of time at her house as well and her parents were more like 
my aunt and uncle than your typical older couple.  

From the time I started having sex, I’d always preferred more one-on-one 
sex than groups.  It’s not that I have anything against orgies or 
gangbangs, it’s just that I like the intimacy.  To be completely honest I 
have to admit that I prefer being the center of attention as well.  

In contrast, Beth's first time was with two guys and she never looked 
back.  As she got older, some of her partners would invite her to private 
parties and soon she became a fixture at the local sex party scene.  Of 
course I knew she went to them since we shared most of our experiences; 
but the whole sex party scene never sounded like something I really 
wanted to get involved with.

It wasn't until I was nineteen and home on break after my freshman year 
of college that she convinced me to join her at one of her so-called 
parties.  As things turned out, it was quite an experience and over the 
next few years I attended a few of them.  Each was a little different and 
offered me new experiences so I found them fun but purely from a sexual 
perspective.  The problem was that afterwards I was always left with this 
cold empty feeling when I realized I didn't even know the names of some 
of the guys who had fucked me!  It wasn't that it was important to me 
that I knew their names, it was the fact that they never told me them in 
the first place and then pumped me full of their cum that was the problem 
for me.  

One of the interesting things about Beth and I was that as close as we 
were, we had never done anything of an overtly sexual nature with each 
other except for some playing around at the parties.  That really didn’t 
count for me since everyone was doing it so it wasn't like we were being 
exactly intimate with one another.  I don't know if it was actually a 
conscious decision or more of something that just never happened.  Maybe 
it was something in the backs of our minds something told us if we went 
down that path that maybe there was a chance we might change our 
relationship into something we weren't ready for.

Then one day everything changed.  I was home on fall break from my 
sophomore year in college when we were in the hot tub together and had 
sex for the first time.  It wasn't something we planned but rather 
something that just happened.  What really made it incredible was that it 
didn't end there.  My parents came home while we were making out in the 
hot tub and to my complete shock and amazement, my dad ended up fucking 
Beth right in front of me and my mom!

I should say at this point that there WAS one thing I had not shared with 
Beth up to that point and that was my “special” relationship with my 
parents.  Thus when he did her all I did was watch and didn’t join in.  
It just didn’t seem to be the right time to tell her - if there would 
ever be such a time for that matter.

Seeing my dad having sex wasn’t exactly new - I’d seen him fuck my mom 
and aunt many times before this but there was a good reason for me to be 
shocked seeing him do Beth.  As close as we were, Beth was not actually 
my sister and for my dad to fuck her was technically adultery and a sin.  
Since marriage, neither my mom or dad had ever had sex with anyone not in 
their immediate family.  This had held true for over twenty years of 
marriage and I’d always considered it one of the major pillars in the 
success of their marriage.  Thus at first I wasn't sure how to take it 
but the more I thought about it the less it bothered me.  After all, I 
only had one best friend and if there was anyone that should be able to 
fuck my dad it would be her.

A month later when I was home on Christmas break my dad did Beth again.  
That was the last time they did it until finally in September of last 
year we did it together with my dad.  That was another significant moment 
because until then I had never told anyone outside my family about what I 
did with my family.  It felt great to be able to finally openly discuss 
it with my best friend! It didn't hurt that having her watch while I rode 
my dad was an incredibly erotic feeling.

As it turned out, that was the last time my dad did anything with Beth.  
I know she would love to do him again - he’s not bad at all when it comes 
to sex, but he hasn't shown any interest and I have never wanted to push 
the issue.  Although neither he or my mom ever said anything to me about 
it, I can't help but wonder if perhaps they have had second thoughts 
about whether he should be fucking Beth.  Not so much that it was Beth as 
the fact he was committing adultery.  If there was one thing they’d both 
had drilled into me growing up was to be careful what doors you opened 
because even though you may just peek inside, unless you're ready to face 
whatever is on the other side, don't open the door.  I wondered if 
perhaps my dad had chosen to shut this particular door while he still 
could...

In any case, my dad never mentioned fucking Beth again and never showed 
any interest in doing her.  We have sort of avoided the subject and the 
whole affair made me understand the wisdom in my parents' position on 
adultery.  Even if both partners agreed to it there was never going to be 
a happy ending.


Chapter 2 - Playing In the Pool 
===============================

Beth had invited me over to her house to spend the night.  The weather 
was great and I couldn't wait to go over and jump in her family's 
beautiful in-ground pool.  I drove over to her house and she greeted me 
at the door with a squeal and a hug.  Her parents were in the living room 
and waved hello as I passed though.  I’d been to their house so many 
times and spent so many nights there they didn't even bat an eyebrow when 
they saw me.

Beth and I went straight to her room where we traded gossip and caught up 
on our latest adventures.  I even told Beth all about my day out with 
Charlene - the soccer-mom who the first person I had ever met from the 
Internet.  Beth was stunned at the news to say the least.

"Oh my god, Kelly," she gasped as I concluded my account of that day.

Needless to say I left out the parts about what I did at my own house 
with my parents but she was plenty turned on hearing about what I had to 
say as it was.  "And her I thought you’d sworn NEVER to meet anyone that 
way - no matter how tempting."

I shrugged my shoulders and smiled.  She was right, as usual.  I had 
indeed sworn never to meet anyone from on-line and for years I’d managed 
to stick to that promise.  I tried to explain to Beth that is was 
strictly a onetime thing and I would probably never do such a thing 
again.  Besides, it was with a woman not a man.  Heck, my mom had even 
met Charlene before I went off alone with her.

At that point Beth asked me if I was ready to hit the pool and I only had 
to be asked once!  I’d brought along a bikini of course - we never swam 
nude in her pool as her parents were pretty conservative and definitely 
not into that kind of thing.  Admittedly it wasn't MUCH of a bikini - 
more like some small pieces of cloth held together with some colorful 
string.  In fact, this was one of my outfits my dad liked to joke that 
the care tag had more material than the outfit!  

Beth had a similar bikini only hers was a deep red instead of bright 
yellow like mine.  As she stripped and briefly stood there naked in front 
of me, I couldn't help but admire her beautiful body.  Beth was a little 
heavier than me but by no means would anyone have considered her fat.  
Her boobs were definitely bigger - a full D cup at least.  Beth had been 
one of those lucky girls whose boobs had developed at an early age.  Even 
back in seventh grade while I was praying for a training bra she already 
the boys staring at her chest, dying to play with them.  Fortunately for 
them, she was always more than willing to let them!  Beth’s poor bikini 
top strained to contain he boobs and for all practical purposes she may 
as well have been wearing nothing the way it barely covered her nipples 
and showed off most of her breasts.

Once we were dressed we headed off to the pool.  We passed through the 
kitchen where a large glass sliding door separated the house from the 
pool deck.  In the kitchen Beth's mom was preparing supper and when she 
saw us she just let out a melodramatic sigh and shook her head in 
disbelief.

"Good God!  I can’t believe what girls are wearing these days!" she 
exclaimed, blushing slightly as she said it.  "I mean, you may as well be 
swimming naked."

Beth started to speak up at that moment but her mom cut her off saying, 
"And NO!, no skinning dipping in the pool.  At least you're wearing 
SOMETHING, even it doesn't leave much of anything to the imagination."

Beth grinned at me and winked; obviously this was not the first time 
they’d had this discussion.  We both giggled and quickly went out the 
door onto the wood deck.  The back yard was relatively small, basically 
consisted of a pool surrounded by a huge wooden deck and then by a tall 
wooden security/privacy fence.  Thus even though we were right in the 
middle of town, it was almost like being all alone since the fence 
blocked out much of the outside traffic noise as well.  

The pool was great.  It even had a diving board and a small water slide 
which added to the fun.  We didn't have long to play as her mom soon came 
out with dinner.  Her dad soon followed and we all sat down on the table 
outside for dinner.  It worked out well because Beth and I were dripping 
wet from the pool not to mention it was a fantastic evening.  The 
temperature was perfect and the wind was just a whisper.

During dinner I couldn't help but notice that Beth's dad kept sneaking 
looks at me.  Obviously I wasn't the only one to notice because at one 
point Beth's mom elbowed him with a sharp, "Donald!".  She didn't have 
say anything else but based on his reddening cheeks he knew perfectly 
well what his wife was referring to.  The cute part was that I didn't 
even have do flirt or anything overt - my bikini did it all for me in 
ways words could never accomplish.

It wasn't like I intended to flirt with Beth’s dad - some things just 
happen on their own.  What was more important to me was what he did NOT 
do and that was make any such covert glances at his buxom and all but 
nude daughter.  In fact, Beth’s dad didn't display any interest in her 
other than what would be expected from a father and I respected him for 
that.  Still, I appreciated the looks he was giving me!

As we were cleaning up after dinner, Beth's mom reminded Beth and her dad 
that tonight was her bingo night and so she would appreciate it if we 
would finish up dishes as she was running late and needed to get going.  
I laughed to myself over it - like how could we have forgotten?  Beth's 
mom was addicted to bingo and she hadn't missed her Monday night fix as 
long as I had known her.  She was one of those women you saw there with a 
dozen boards in front of her and I never could figure out how she manage 
to mark them so fast.  

Beth’s mom dried her hands off with a dish towel, kissed Beth's dad 
goodbye and then waved goodbye to us all.  As for Beth's dad, he 
retreated to the house after dinner to watch TV.  With the two of us 
alone once again, we jumped in the pool, climbed on a couple of rafts and 
then just floated next to one another.

"Wow Kelly," Beth exclaimed when she got herself situated on the raft, 
"Did you see the way my dad was looking at you?  I guess he really liked 
your new bikini!"

I blushed a little bit despite myself.  I’d known her dad for a long time 
and this certainly wasn't the first time he had stared at me that way yet 
for some reason the way she said it made it seem naughty, even a little 
perverted.

"It was no big deal.  How old is your dad anyway Beth?"

"Forty-nine."

"Do your parents still do it?"

Beth giggled at that one.  "Well, not as much as yours but I still hear 
them now and then in the bedroom late at night.  I would say they still 
do it a few times a month."

"Does your dad masturbate?"

Beth rolled her eye at that one.  "C'mon Kelly, do you know ANY family 
other than yours where everyone masturbates openly without being 
embarrassed?”

She had me there!  “Noooooo,” Beth continued, “I’ve NEVER seen my dad 
jerk off but he IS a guy so I imagine he must do it - don't they all?  
Besides, it’s not like exactly something I would want to see anyway, you 
know?"

"Why not?  He still looks pretty good if you ask me."

"Kelly!!!!!  He's my dad for god's sake!" Beth exclaimed.  She looked a 
little red in the face and I wasn't sure if she was embarrassed or mad.  
"Sorry, I didn’t mean anything by that.  I guess we should have talked 
this over before so why not just get it over with now?"

I looked at her with quizzical eyes.  I didn't say anything a I wondered 
where she was going to with this line of thought.

"Ok, let me explain it this way.  Yes, I loved being fucked by your dad.  
Yes, I loved watching him fuck you.  But that's with YOUR dad, not mine.  
Ewwwww, I have no desire to do anything with my dad like we do with yours 
- OK?  I mean, it’s OK that YOU do you-re your dad but I just could never 
do that with mine."

"Whoa - down girl!" I said, trying to take the edge off what could become 
an awkward discussion, " I was just asking because I was curious.  I 
didn’t mean to imply anything about you and him so let's forget about it 
and enjoy the pool."

We both laughed at that and so I leaned over towards her and I was 
relieved when she leaned towards me as well and we shared a brief kiss.  
Beth and I were best friends and so we often had some frank discussions 
but this time she seemed particularly disturbed.  

I couldn't resist the temptation and so I pushed on her raft and dunked 
her in the pool!  Beth flopped in and went completely under before 
jumping up and throwing back her wet hair.  Her eyes were wide open and 
she got a nasty grin on her face.  Next thing I knew I was in the water 
too and we were splashing each other and having fun.  I reached out and 
grabbed her and gave a tug on the knot behind her head and her bikini top 
dropped and I pulled it off of her.

"Kelly!  What the hell are you doing?"

I just laughed and ignored her and before she could react I grabbed the 
sides of her string bottom and pulled them down leaving her naked in the 
pool.  I threw her bikini out of the pool onto the deck as far as I could 
and then just as quickly stripped mine off and threw it there as well.  
The two of us stood naked in the pool and for just a second we just 
stared at each other, motionless until finally she broke the spell.

"You know, my mom would KILL me if she saw us swimming nude, especially 
with my dad home."

"So what?  She's not here and your dad's in the house glues to the TV.  
Nobody can see us anyway." I reached out and held her boobs in my hands.  
"So what's the big deal?  I mean, it's not like you're shy anywhere 
else!"

Beth didn't protest at my touching her so I took it as approval and moved 
around behind her and started to run my hands over her smooth naked body 
under the water.  Her boobs floated in the water and I cupped on in one 
hand while my other hand reached down further between her legs.  She 
gasped softly when my finger slid easily between her wet pussy lips and 
found her clit.

"Oh god that feels so good Kelly," she moaned softly.  I kissed her 
softly on the neck and she sighed as my tongue ran over her soft skin.

"Now isn't this a better way to spend our time in the pool?" I murmured 
in her ear.  Beth glanced nervously towards the house.  Even though we’d 
played together in her pool before, in the past her parents were always 
gone when we did anything naughty.  This was the first time her dad was 
home while she as swimming nude, let alone fooling around and with 
another girl at that!

"What's the matter?" I asked, "Afraid your dad will see us?"

She turned and kissed me and then smiled at me saying, "Sorry, I just 
can't help it.  Like, I’ve been fucked by plenty of guys out here but 
NEVER with my parents home.  I don't know what I would do if he came out 
here now and caught us like this.  My dad would probably freak if he saw 
me kissing another girl."

Actually the thought of just that scenario excited me but I knew the odds 
were all but non-existent.  I knew her dad well and once he settled into 
his lounger for a night of TV it would take a load of dynamite to 
dislodge him.  I grabbed Beth by the hand and pulled her to the steps to 
get out of the water.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"C'mon, just follow me," I said with a sly grin.  

We stepped out and I pulled her by the hand to the other end of the pool 
where the diving board was.  When we got to it I climbed up and she 
followed but I could tell from the look on her face she had no idea what 
I had in mind.  Finally her curiosity got the best of her.

"OK, I give up.  What in the world are we doing?"

I just grinned at her and got down on the board and lied on my back with 
my head close to end.  I spread my legs apart and used my hands to start 
playing with myself.  

"Mmmmmmm, see anything you want?" I asked in my naughtiest tone of voice.

"Kelly!  Have I ever told you what a crazy bitch you are girl?" she said 
with a chuckle.

"Many times!" I laughed in response, "Now are you just gonna just stand 
there staring at me or what?"

"Hmmmmmm, maybe I'll just watch you masturbate," she teased.

"Fuck that!  I want my pussy licked," I said as I raised my hips just 
enough to make it easier to put a finger up inside of me.

"Well, if you really want it THAT bad...," she sighed as if somehow I was 
forcing her to do something she didn't want to do.

Beth got down on her knees between my legs and put her hands on my 
thighs, using them for support as she lowered her wet head to my open 
crotch.  I felt a chill run up my back as her talented tongue touched my 
horny pussy and she began to go to work on me.  God she was good!  Beth 
was much more into girls than me to the point she’d probably been with 
more girls than guys over the years.  As a result she was a master at 
pussy licking and it didn't take long for my first orgasm to appear on 
the horizon.

"That's it Beth, make me cum!" I begged her as I held her head in my 
hands.  

For some reason I turned my head to look back at the house and I could 
have sworn I saw the curtain in the bathroom moving as if someone had 
just moved it back in place.  Oh God, was her dad watching us?  He was 
the only one in the house so maybe he had to go to the bathroom and while 
he was in there maybe he had been checking us out!

Beth's tongue swirled around my clit and all thoughts of her father were 
swept from my mind as my orgasm began to rock my body.  My back arched 
and my hips rose up off the diving board as I felt this intense wave of 
pleasure run up and down my entire body.  Beth's hands were under my ass 
now, helping to hold me up as I pressed my crotch into her face.  It was 
pure bliss for me and I could feel my cum pouring out onto her face.  
Finally I dropped down and just laid there gasping for air.

"Hmmm, nice 'O'," Beth commented.  "God you came really fast, you must be 
horny as hell.  What’s up?"

I licked my lips and looked her in the eyes.  I debated for just a second 
as to whether or not to say anything but the answer was predetermined.

"You know... I think someone was watching us from the bathroom when you 
were making me cum," I said in a teasing voice.

Beth look at me, to figure out if I was serious or teasing her as I so 
often did.  I just smiled at her and she realized then that I was dead 
serious and she twisted her head to look back at the house.  This time we 
both caught the same thing - just a small flutter in the bathroom window.

"Oh... my... god!" was all she could say at first until she gathered her 
wits.  "You don't think he actually watched what we were doing!"

"Mmmmmmm, I hope so!" I said with a smirk.  I bet he was jerking off 
too!""

"Ewwwww, now that's just gross!" she said, turning up her nose.

"Well, I don't think so," I said, smiling at her.  "Hmmm, I think I need 
to use the bathroom myself."

"Oh I bet you do," Beth said with a frown.  "Well, just so you know I am 
staying out here so whatever you do, you're on your own girl!"

I kissed her briefly and then said, "Oh well, that's your loss ...I'll be 
back in five minutes unless I get lucky."

Beth suddenly realized I was serious and got this panicked look in her 
face so I said, "Hey, it's only fair.  You got to fuck MY dad after all!"

"Well, that was TOTALLY different and you know it Kelly," Beth said with 
a huff, "My dad cheated on my mom once before they were married and I 
guess it almost broke up the engagement.  He's been faithful to her their 
entire marriage, though, and I would hate anything to mess that up?  
...Understand?"

"Don't worry babe," I reassured her, "C’mon, you saw how he was looking 
at me at dinner.  He wants me so why not?  Your mom’s not home so who 
would know?"

"Well, me for one!” she countered, “Look, just promise me you you’ll just 
flirt... nothing more, OK?”

I just grinned at her and shrugged, "Well, he's a big boy and he can make 
his own decisions."

Beth shook her head at me.  "You forget who you're trying to bullshit 
here Kelly.  I KNOW you and I know what you can do to guys so hands off 
my dad - got me?"

I just smiled.  After all, I could do a lot with no hands!  


Chapter 3 - Teasing Beth’s Dad
==============================

Turning away from Beth, I walked toward the house where I grabbed my 
bikini and hurriedly put it back on.  I started to open the doors and I 
looked back at Beth.  She had grabbed a towel to wrap around her and was 
now sitting at the edge of the pool with her feet dangling in the water.  
I waved at her and she just glared back at me without anything more.

Sliding open the glass door, I stepped where the cool air instantly 
caused goose bumps to rise all over me.  As I walked past the living room 
towards the bathroom I noticed her dad was in there watching TV, just as 
I knew he would be.  He was so engrossed in whatever he was watching that 
he didn't even look my way as I went by.

Actually, I really DID need to pee so I used the opportunity to take care 
of that little problem.  After I’d straightened myself out in the mirror, 
I stopped off at the entrance to the living room and stood there until 
finally he looked over at me.

"Ummmmm, Do you need something Kelly?" he asked.  It seemed to be more 
out of politeness than an actual offer as once he said it he turned back 
to the television.

Seeing I needed to give him a little more incentive, I walked slowly into 
the room until I stood right front of him.  Now I was blocking his view 
of the TV but he didn't seem to mind as his eyes moved up and down my 
scantily clad body.

"You know... I saw you watching us," I said in a soft tone.  He started 
to protest but I cut him off saying, "Don't worry, it's OK, I really 
didn't mind.  Did you like what you saw?  Did you like me better when I 
was nude?”

He was looking distinctly uncomfortable now and so I wondered for a 
moment if maybe I’d misjudged the situation.  I’ve never been turned down 
by anyone that I’ve actively pursued since I was fourteen (not that I was 
then either, it’s just that’s when I started) so I wasn't about to give 
up before I even got started.  

"Um... Kelly," he said hesitantly, "I really don't know what you're 
talking about."

I heard what he was saying but his body language was talking totally 
different.  He was squirming in his seat with his hands on his lap and I 
knew full well what he was trying to hide.  Cool, he must have been 
masturbating!  I love it when guys jerk off because of me.  Lots of guys 
have done it for me on their cams which makes me feel hot and sexy but 
when a guy does it for "real" and I can see the results, well nothing 
beats the real thing!  

Thinking about him watching us in the pool and jerking off in the 
bathroom made me think about one of the most famous scenes ever where 
Phoebe Cates caught a guy masturbating after watching her in Fast Times 
at Ridgemont High.  In the movie she is disgusted which is exactly the 
opposite of what I would think in that situation.  After all, what better 
compliment can a guy give me than to get so horny over me that he plays 
with himself to the point he cums, all the while dreaming he is fucking 
me or I am sucking him?

So anyway...

I was still standing across the room from him wearing nothing more than a 
slutty bikini with my hair all wet and pulled away from my face.  My 
nipples were still hard from the orgasm I’d just had compliments of his 
daughter and they were poking out like pencil erasers through the thin 
bikini fabric.  It didn’t hurt that there was no liner in the top.  I 
could feel the bottom pulling up into my pussy crack which must have been 
creating white a nice camel toe for him.  The rear was really nothing but 
a few strings running up my ass crack and then around my hips to the thin 
vee of material that tried its best to cover my pussy.  Fortunately I was 
shaved completely because this little thing wouldn't have covered even 
the landing strip I sometimes left when I shaved!  I wet my lips as if 
they were dry and slowly walked over the room until I was standing up 
close next to him.

"Watcha hiding there Mr. Anderson?" I asked coyly.  He looked more 
embarrassed than anything.  It seemed sort of funny that he was more 
concerned about hiding his erection than looking at me.

"It's OK Mr. Anderson, really it is.  C'mon, show me what's under your 
hands."

He still wouldn't move so I leaned over and reached down to pull his 
hands away from his crotch.  He didn't fight me very much, probably more 
because my boobs were practically hanging in his face as I did it.  
Leaning over like that gave him a full view of my boobs as they hung down 
from my bikini top and although I didn't look at him so as not to scare 
him but I knew he had to be looking at the new scenery!  

Once his hands were free I could see the bulge in his shorts which was 
still there from his most recent masturbation session.  I reached down 
and put the palm of my hand on it, pressing down just enough to get the 
feel of it through the fabric of his shorts.  He wasn't rock hard anymore 
but there was enough stiffness there to know it must have been not too 
long ago.

"Damn it Kelly, you have to stop right now... you know better than to do 
this."

My response was to just press a little harder and then he grabbed my 
wrist and started to pull my hand away from him.  I resisted and added my 
second hand to the mix to give me a little more power.  

"God dammit, I'm serious Kelly, I really don't want you to do this," he 
protested, "Oh God, it's not like I don't want you - I just can't do it.  
I AM married you know."

Yes!  He may not have realized it but that was just the opening I was 
waiting for!  I knew he wanted me just like every guy did, at least 
sexually, so now all I had to do was make him an offer he couldn't 
refuse!  Of course he HAD to protest, that was all part of the game.  If 
he didn't then he couldn't rationalize his "failure" later when he had to 
live with himself for betraying his wife.  

As much as I get turned on by fucking married men, in this case I wasn't 
sure what was more of a turn-on for me - him being married or being the 
father of my best friend.  Somehow it seemed important to me to have sex 
with Beth’s dad, like somehow it would balance the scales of our 
friendship once again.

I was still rubbing his cock through his shorts but he’d stopped trying 
to stop  me.  Even better, his dick was starting to react to my attention 
as well, despite whatever intentions he might have.  All of this was 
playing right into my hand - literally!  I chuckled to myself.  God... 
men are so easy!  A girl can be horny as hell but she can make herself 
look to a guy like she is totally disinterested.  A guy may want to do 
the same but he can't control his cock which tells me everything I need 
to know!

"C'mon Mr. Anderson... I saw the way you were looking at me at dinner... 
I know what you were doing while you watched us," I purred to him.  "Did 
you know it turns me on when men do all that for me?"

He just groaned, as if he was being tortured by the lust he was trying to 
suppress.  "I'm old enough to be your father - I'm older than your own 
father for crying out loud."

Beth’s dad may not have realized it but he was right on schedule.  First 
came denial, then the mighty protest, and now he was making excuses.  
What was even better was that his being married wasn't even one of the 
excuses he was using!  Yep, it was time to land this one before he shook 
the hook!


Chapter 4 - Beth’s Dad Gives in to His Lust
===========================================

I stood up and once again dropped my bikini top and bottoms as quickly as 
I could.  I dropped to my knees and began rubbing his cock again through 
the denim of his shorts.  He was getting a quite visible bulge now and 
from there way he was shifting in his seat it must have been getting 
uncomfortable.  Guys have told me when it grows sometimes it needs to be 
"adjusted" in their clothes so I guess it was time to "adjust" Mr.  
Anderson's cock.  I unzipped his shorts and undid the snap at the top and 
reached in to grab his cock through his underwear.  He didn't move a 
muscle but I could hear his breathing quicken.

Taking his hand in mine, I pulled it up to my breast and held it against 
me.  He didn't squeeze it or do anything but then he didn't pull away 
either.  I smiled as I knew at that moment he was mine.

"Oh Kelly, why are you doing this?" he groaned, "Crap, what if Beth came 
in Here?  For heaven's sake, what if Marlene comes home early?"

“Trust me, Beth won't be coming in," I assured him, "and you know Mrs.  
Anderson has never left a bingo game early in her life!"

He started to say something else but by now I’d worked my way into his 
underwear and I held his hard warm cock in my hand.  He was about average 
size which was perfectly fine with me.  Big cocks were nice for fucking 
and small ones easier to suck but an average cock was good for both!  I 
felt his hand press harder against my breast and his fingers began to 
work against my nipples almost instinctively.  His hands were large and 
easily held my breasts in them.

"Oh god you are SO fucking gorgeous,” he moaned.

It was almost like he was saying it to himself more than to me and I 
recognized he was now in the next phase of my seduction schedule - 
rationalization.  This was when the guy knew he shouldn't be doing me but 
his little head was now taking over operations leaving his big head to 
seek an excuse as to why it relinquished control.

I let go of his hand on my boobs and using both hands I was able to pull 
his underwear and shorts down far enough to free his cock.  It was 
surrounded by thick, curly pubic hair and smelled of male musk yet it was 
nice and clean.  I didn't hesitate but instead went down on him, first 
running my tongue from the tip of his cock to the base and then back up 
the other side.  I repeated it a couple of times and then took the whole 
head in my mouth and sucked as hard as I could on it, flicking my tongue 
against the hole at the tip.

"Oh my god!" he groaned louder this time, "That feels fucking incredible!  
...oh yeah, suck it... suck it just like that."

Those last words were the ones I was waiting for.  He was progressing 
quickly to the next step - capitulation, which meant he was giving in to 
his inner lust and desires.  

As I sucked his cock, taking him first deep in my mouth until my face was 
buried in his coarse black pubic hair and then letting him out until just 
the tip was in my mouth.  My tongue kept working all over him, especially 
under the ridge of his head and along the underside of his cock where I 
knew men went crazy.  

He was playing with my boobs now, rubbing it and squeezing them, while 
his other hand moved to the top of me head and pushed me down on his 
cock.  He didn't press hard, just enough pressure to let me know he 
wanted me to take all of him in my mouth.  Some men wanted their cocks 
licked more, others liked me to literally fuck their cock with my mouth 
where I bounced up and down on it letting it slide in and out.  Then 
there were those like Mr. Anderson, guys who just wanted to watch me take 
as much of their dick into my mouth as I could.  

"That's it Kelly, suck it harder... Mmmmmmm, take it all in your mouth... 
oh yeah - just like that!"

He was getting more and more into it as his inhibitions crumbled like a 
stale Girl Scout cookie.  I have learned over the years that nothing 
makes a man forget his morals and inhibitions like a good blowjob, not 
even a good fucking has the same effect.  When I give head to a guy he 
can sit back and just enjoy it as I do all the work.  I have heard some 
girls say they don't like giving head because it makes them feel like a 
slave or some prostitute because it gives too much control to the guy.  
My perception is completely the opposite.  A man is never under my 
control so much as when I am sucking his dick.  I mean, think about it.  
The most sensitive organ outside his body is his penis and when I blow 
him I have it between my teeth, giving me complete control over him!  
Like, how can that make me a slave?  No - it makes ME the one in charge, 
the one in complete control of the situation; which is why I love to suck 
cock.  OK, I enjoy doing it too but you know what I mean.

He was beginning to hump now, using his hips to thrust himself harder 
into my mouth.  As the speed quickened I realized if I continued this way 
much longer he would cum and I wasn't ready for him to do that yet.  I 
could cheat with a teenage boy and get me a nice mouthful of cum and 
still get fucked, but when guy is Beth's dad's age he can never cum again 
anytime soon and I wanted him to fuck me so it left me with little option 
but to stop sucking him.  I pulled my head off of his cock and went over 
to the couch where I lay with my back against the arm and put one foot up 
on the back of the couch and let the other hang over the edge, offering 
him a wide spread view of my shaved crotch.  His eyes never left me as I 
looked at him and grinned like a little slut.

"Soooooo, do you like my little pussy Mr. Anderson?" I teased him.

I rubbed myself slowly with one hand while I cupped my firm breast with 
the other.  He wasn't trying to protest anymore as he sat there and 
watched me intently.  He was stroking his hard cock, slowly stroking 
himself and I wondered if he even realized he was doing it!

"Well?  ...Are you going to just sit there or are you gonna lick my 
cunt?" I asked him seductively.

I saw his chest rise as he took a deep breath and rose from his chair.  
It was only a couple of steps and then he kneeled down next to the couch.  
Silently he put one hand on each of my thighs and then reached out with 
one hand to explore my bald pussy.  His fingers gently touched me and he 
softly ran the tips of his fingers up and down around my pussy lips.  He 
wasn't actually touching my pussy yet it sent a tingling feeling through 
me.  He looked up at me, as if he was seeking approval to continue.  I 
smiled at him.

"It's OK... you can lick my cunt."

His face was only inches away from my crotch now.  He took in a deep 
breath and sighed, "Oh god you smell so sweet, ...God I love your pussy."

He lowered down more until his tongue touched my skin just about my pussy 
and then he licked me with just the tip of his tongue.  His fingers moved 
down and ran between my pussy lips, parting them and passing over my 
clit.  I shuddered when he touched it and he continued down until his 
finger was pressing against my pussy hole opening.  While he moved his 
tongue down to my clit he pushed his finger into me.  When his tongue 
flicked over my clit I jumped and moaned.

"Oh yeah, lick me right there Mr. Anderson," I whispered to him as little 
jolts like electricity erupted from my clit as he pressed harder with his 
tongue.

His finger was moving in and out of me, like he was fucking me with it.  
He moved his tongue down my pussy crack, licking my wet pussy hole and 
then back to my clit.  Each time he reached my clit he would run his 
tongue around it and then press down with the flat of his tongue on it.  
While he was licking me lower his nose would press against my clit, 
keeping the pressure on it and pushing me closer and closer to my first 
orgasm.  

I could feel myself drawing into myself, shutting out the rest of the 
world and focusing only on what he was doing to my wonderful pussy.  The 
closer I got to my orgasm the more I would do this until finally it was 
like I was in another world consisting of nothing but me and my partner.

Suddenly that world exploded like a sun going nova.  My entire body felt 
like it was on fire - a good feeling, intense and incredibly pleasurable.  
I felt my pussy release and then my pussy cum gushed out onto his face.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!" I moaned, "I'm cumming!  ...Oh God I'm cumming!"

He kept licking me like a dog lapping water from a dish.  I knew how good 
my pussy tasted when I came and he was trying to lick up every drop.  My 
hips automatically thrust up against his face as my pussy begged for a 
cock to be in it.  God I wanted to be fucked bad!  He looked up at me 
when I finally settled down a bit and I knew I couldn't wait any longer - 
I wanted his cock in me and I wanted it now.

"Fuck me Mr. Anderson... I want you to fuck me," I told him softly.

I can’t think of any time I have said those words to a guy and been 
refused and I wasn't disappointed this time.  He hesitated for just a 
second, probably realizing that as "bad" as it was to allow me to suck 
him and for him to lick me, fucking me would take things to a whole 
different level.  After all, Bill Clinton let Monica give him a blow job 
and people didn't get too upset overall (at least the rational ones).  
Had he fucked her it would have been a while different story!.

He finally got up and put one knee on the couch, holding his cock in his 
hand and moving in position.  With one hand he spread my pussy lips apart 
and with the other he held his cock up close to my wet pussy hole.  He 
hesitated again at this point and looked at me with a conflicted 
expression.

"Are you sure?" he asked me.  I think the question was really more for 
him than me.

"Fuck me," was all I said in reply using a soft yet firm voice.

It was all he needed.  Beth’s Dad bit his lower lip and pressed his cock 
head up against my wet pussy hole, pressing against it but not hard 
enough to force his way in my tight little pussy.  He let go of his cock 
and put one hand on each of my legs and I watch and felt him as he thrust 
his hips forward, forcing my pussy open and driving his cock head inside 
of me.

One of the most intense moments for me when a guy fucks me is when he 
first enters me, that moment when my pussy first stretches out to allow 
his cock to enter me.  I loved the feeling as I felt myself widen and the 
thickness of his cock held me that way as his cock head violated my most 
private and intimate part of my body.

"Mmmmmmm, that's it Mr. Anderson," I moaned, "deeper... put it all in 
me... God I want your big cock all the way in me."

Every guy likes to hear his cock is big so I say it even if he’s just 
average like Mr.  Anderson.  As he pressed harder I felt my pussy 
widening as his cock moved slowly deeper and deeper into me.  He didn't 
do like most young guys would, thrusting himself into me with one hard 
push.  Instead he just pressed harder and harder, driving himself slowly 
and steadily into my pussy, letting me feel him filling me rather than 
just a sudden jolt.  I loved it and I looked down to watch as I his cock 
disappeared while I felt him inside of me.

Finally he was in me completely and he fell forward and held himself up 
with his elbows just enough off of me to keep from crushing me.  I felt 
his hot breath against my neck as he held himself there, his firm cock 
literally throbbing deep inside of me.

"Damn your cunt feels so tight!" he groaned.  I noticed he called it a 
cunt this time instead of a pussy.  Oh yeah, he was getting into it now.

He started to pump himself slowly in and out of me, lifting his hips up 
to pull out and then driving it back into me.  He pulled his cock out 
until the head was barely in me and then pushed it back in until the base 
of his cock pressed against my crotch.  The coarse pubic hair that 
covered his crotch tickled my pussy when he rubbed it against me, 
especially when he would rotate his hips and corkscrew his cock in and 
out of me.  Both of us were moaning and crying out as he fucked me harder 
and harder.

"Cum in me Mr. Anderson," I begged him, "Stay inside of me and cum in me.  
Fill my pussy with your sperm."

"God Kelly, you really are such a slut," he grunted as he fucked me 
faster and faster.  "Well bitch, get ready -cause here it cums!"

He thrust especially hard against me and held his cock inside of me as 
deep as he could drive himself.  He groaned and I felt a burst of warmth 
deep inside, almost like an enema of sperm and I loved the feeling I got 
as he squirted his cum into me.  

"Oh my god, give it to me!" I cried out, "oh yeah... fuck me, fuck me 
harder!"

Over and over he jerked his hips and each time another load of his cum 
would erupt into me.  He grunted like an animal as he drilled his cock 
into me, unleashing his sperm as far inside of me as he could.  Finally 
he gave a one hard final thrust and then he held himself still inside of 
me, his breathing loud and fast from his exertions.

"Swish it around in me," I whispered to him.

He didn't say anything but I felt his hips swivel slowly, like a mixer 
forcing his cock to rotate around inside of me and I moaned as I felt my 
second orgasm erupt like a volcano.

"Cumming!" was all I could get out before I was overwhelmed and could 
only think about the incredible sensations that were washing over me, 
concentrating in my pussy and then radiating out like a bomb blast.My 
pussy squeezed down on his cock like a vise and he moaned as I gripped it 
tightly.  My cum washed over his cock and I could feel it running out of 
my pussy and down the crack of my ass onto the couch below me.  Finally 
we both just went limp with him lying on top of me, barely holding 
himself off of me enough to let me breath.

"Oh God, what have I done?" he said as I felt him lifting himself off of 
me.

His cock slipped out of me, leaving my pussy feeling suddenly empty and 
cold.  Face it, my pussy was designed to hold a cock so it was only 
natural that it always feels better when one was inside of it.  Sometimes 
I think I could have a cock in me 24 hours a day and not be satisfied!

Mr. Anderson stood up, his now flaccid cock hanging limp from his crotch, 
still glistening wet with a mixture of our cum and my pussy juices.  I 
could see that he was now in the final phase of my "schedule" for him but 
this one has two options - satisfaction or regret.  Some husbands that 
fuck me want to do it again another time and it doesn't to bother them in 
the slightest that they have just cheated on their wives, breaking the 
most sacred vow they can make.

A small number, though, fuck me and then when the lust clears from their 
head they start thinking about what they have done.  The magnitude of the 
seriousness of their sin hits them like a brick and then they wish there 
was some way to undo what they had done.  Of course they can't - which is 
what thrills me even more than the guys who are satisfied as I know they 
will always remember the time we spent together and can never again look 
at their wives and say they are faithful to them without thoughts of me 
in their head.

Personally, I believe adultery is a terrible sin, (the Sixth Commandment 
after all!).  Personally, I don't feel I have sinned Since I am not 
married) and they SHOULD feel guilty for betraying the trust and love of 
their wives.  In this case I had known the Andersons forever and although 
I never talked a lot with him, I couldn't help but feel I knew him better 
than most dads after all these years.  Well, now I "knew" him in the 
biblical sense of the term as well!

I could tell he wasn't quite as thrilled though.  It always amazes me the 
transformation that comes over a guy after he cums - like turning a 
switch or something as it is like all his lust and strength leaves with 
his sperm!  That is exactly what was happening now with Beth's dad as he 
covered his face with his hands and I could almost swear he was sobbing!  
He turned his face away from me, gathered his clothes and headed out of 
the room, I guess to their bedroom or bathroom to clean up and dress.  He 
turned to me before leaving and looked at me with s stricken face.

"So tell me Kelly, are you happy now?" he said in a low accusing voice.  
"Am I some kind of trophy for you, just another notch on your long-lost 
chastity belt?"

I just sat there silently not really sure what to say as he continued.

"You know, I always figured you were a real slut but what could I say, my 
own daughter is one too.  Yes... I know what she does, more than she 
knows I suspect.  But now... now I think you're just a damn whore.  I 
know I can't blame you entirely for what we just did, I know I made the 
decision to do it, but damn you, I have this feeling you only did it as 
some form of sick game or conquest.  Do you realize how much what you've 
done can hurt me and my wife?"

I sat up and looked pointedly at him to reply saying, "Well Mr.  
Anderson, your wife will be only hurt if YOU tell her and besides, from 
the way you fucked me and then came in me, well don't try to tell me you 
didn't love it ...and I know you would do me again if I let you!"

"Fucking bitch!" was all he could say to that and he stalked off and I 
heard a door slam down the hallway.


Chapter 5 - Making Up With Beth
===============================

I picked up my bikini and headed out to the pool again where Beth was 
waiting for me.  I was still nude - no sense in getting cum all over my 
bottoms until I’d rinsed off.  There was a shower mounted by the pool and 
I headed straight for it.  Beth saw me washing off, scrubbing my pussy 
which had the added benefit of teasing my clit which was still ready to 
go again!

"So I guess my dad must have fucked you then, eh?" she asked, walking 
over to talk to me as I showered.  "You know, I thought I asked you 
specifically NOT to do that!"

"Oh?  So you didn't watch?" The disappointment in my voice was obvious.

"Fuck no," she replied, "Ok... so I thought about it but I just couldn't 
bring myself to do it.  It was bad enough knowing you were doing it, I 
can't imagine actually watching him fuck you though.  God that would be 
so perverted to see my dad screwing you"

"You must be kidding!" I laughed.  With all the parties and guys you 
fuck... YOU would be embarrassed.  C'mon, you're the last person I can 
think of that would be.  Besides, you didn't seem to mind it when I 
watched you fucking MY dad!"

Beth just shook her head.  "It's weird, I know it.  I mean, it was one 
thing to watch you fuck YOUR dad but I just couldn't look at MY dad 
fucking you.  My God Kelly!  My dad has always been faithful to my mom.  
The more I think about it the more I can't believe you actually went 
through with it.  I really thought you were just going to tease him!"

"So what's the big deal about me fucking your dad anyway?" 

Beth glanced down at the ground and circled her foot around on her big 
toe.  "I don't know... I guess I’ve always looked at my parent as being 
decent and moral.  With everything else I do it was nice to come home 
where everything was 'normal'.  Whenever I look at my dad now I will know 
he fucked you and cheated on my mom.  I guess I-m just a little 
disappointed in him."

Then she started crying and sat down on a bench.  I had my suit back on 
by then and held her in my arms.

"You know, I thought you were my best friend!" she sobbed.

"I AM your best friend, Beth," I said, trying to console her, "I always 
will be too."

Beth looked at me with tears running down her face and said softly to me, 
"Then how could you have done that to my dad.  I don't blame my daddy - I 
know you only too well and I have seen what you do to guys.  He didn't 
stand a chance against you and what's worse, he knows that I know about 
it.  I mean, how can I face him again?"

Needless to say it wasn't exactly how I’d planned for this to end.  Beth 
and I stayed up until late talking about a number of things and 
eventually she settled down.  We’d been best friends far too long for 
anything to break us apart - even something like this.  Finally it just 
seemed natural to kiss and be close to each other.  It was nothing like 
out at the pool, this was just two best friends doing what best friends 
do - making each other feel good.

I didn't see her dad again until breakfast when her mom and dad joined 
us.  I saw her dad exchange glances with Beth but he never looked me in 
the eye during the entire meal.  Beth's mom was all cheery - she had won 
a nice jackpot at the bingo game the previous night and when she asked 
how our evening went, all three of us went suddenly quiet.  I finally 
spoke up and said that we all had a good time.  I left soon afterwards, 
giving Beth and her mom a hug and then I went over to her dad who was 
still at the table.

"Goodbye Mr. Anderson," I said softly, "Thanks for all your help last 
night!"

I winked at him but only he could see and he just pursed his lips and 
said a terse goodbye.  I left feeling pretty good.  Obviously I would 
never be fucking him again but that didn't matter as I don't fuck married 
guys twice anyway, not even my best friend’s dad.  I caught myself 
fingered myself as I drove home, reminding myself of how he had fucked me 
the night before.  

Mmmmmmm, I can’t wait until I tell mom about this one!

THE END