Fuck Buddy Dad Pt. 01

Fuck Buddy Dad

Part 1

(Author's note: this is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person(s) living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual situations in this story are at least 18 years of age. This work is copyrighted and may not be distributed in any way by any person(s) without the express written consent of the author.)

It was a dark, cold winter night outside, so Lori and her best friend, Stella, were sitting cross-legged on the rug in front of the fireplace to keep warm. Lori's parents were out of town for the weekend, so Stella had come over to spend the weekend with her to keep her company. Lori had graduated from high school six months before and was still living at home, working a full-time job as an office assistant for a major general contracting company to save up enough money to move out on her own, so she was still able to hang out with her friends that hadn't left town yet. Stella was one of these and was Lori's best friend, and she was glad when Stella agreed to come over and spend the weekend with her while she was home alone. She knew that her parents weren't too crazy about Stella, especially her mom, but Stella was her best friend and that's all there was to it.

Stella had been one of the school's 'bad girls' with a well-deserved reputation for being a wild child and a slut. Stella was aware of this and couldn't care less; actually, she was proud of it. She was the Ally Sheedy character from "The Breakfast Club" come to life, even resembling the actress with her dark, nearly black hair, pretty face, lithe body and 'fuck 'em all' attitude. In a way Lori admired Stella because Stella had the courage to just be herself, not worrying or caring about what others thought. Lori wished she had Stella's balls, and she loved Stella to death.

The room itself was dark also, the only light coming from the fireplace which was keeping them both nice and warm. The bottle of wine that Stella had brought with her helped, though; Lori just had to be careful not to let her parents know that she had been drinking. She was still 3 years shy of the legal age, so she knew she had to be careful as her folks would be more than a little upset if they found out about it.

They had been sitting in front of the fireplace for about an hour talking about anything and everything, and as usual the talk had eventually turned to boys and sex. Stella had just finished telling Lori about a date she had a few nights ago that had gone comically wrong, and they were both laughing about it.

"So here I was, all excited that after chasing this guy for three months I was finally going to get a chance to fuck him, and he tries to impress me by break dancing at the club, slips and falls, and breaks his leg!" Stella said, laughing and grinning. "I was so mad! I mean, I feel sorry for the guy and all, but what about my poor little pussy?" she said, instigating another round of laughter. "It was looking forward to this nice, hard dicking by a nice, hard dick and then nothing! It's just not fair!" Both of them laughed for another full minute, and by the time the laughter had subsided Lori's sides hurt.

"Jeez, Stella, you crack me up!" Lori said, wiping the tears from her eyes with one hand, holding a half-full glass of wine in the other. "You are such a slut, you know that?" she said, teasingly but serious at the same time.

"Yeah, I know, but what the hell!" Stella replied, taking a sip from her glass before continuing. "You're only here for a certain amount of time, so you gotta get as much dick as you can before it's over, ya know?" she said, and they both laughed again. They each took a sip from their glass when the laughter was over, after which Stella spoke again.

"You know who I really wanna fuck, though?" she asked, looking at Lori over her glass of wine.

"The starting lineup of the Atlanta Braves?" Lori said, laughing again.

"Very funny, smarty pants, very funny," Stella said, chuckling. "Not a bad idea, though!"

"You really are a total slut, you know that, Stella? Lori asked, smiling.

"Yep, and proud of it, too!" Stella replied, grinning at her friend.

"Okay, so who?" Lori asked, and Stella's answer nearly floored her.

"I wanna fuck your dad!" she said, smiling. Lori's jaw dropped and she sat there for a moment, her mouth hanging open as she processed what Stella had just said.

"You...what?" she said, more than a little shocked. "You want to fuck my dad?"

"Damned right I do!" Stella said, nodding. "In case you haven't noticed - and apparently you haven't - your dad is hot as hell!"

"You're serious, aren't you?" Lori asked, starting to recover. She didn't know whether to be mad, insulted, or amused.

"Hell yes, I'm serious! I want to fuck him in the worst way! I mean, have you ever taken a good look at your dad?" Stella asked, taking another sip of wine. "Not as a daughter looking at her father, but as a woman looking at a man," she said.

"No, I guess I haven't, really," Lori said.

"Well, you should, because when you do you're gonna discover that your dad is a fuckin' hunk!" Stella said, smiling. "He's tall, with dark hair just starting to go grey, a nice build, and a nice tight little butt! I can only imagine what kind of equipment he's packing, and I sure would love to find out!"

"Well, be sure to let me know when you do, okay?" Lori said jokingly in an effort to end the conversation. She wasn't sure if Stella was really serious or was just kidding; all she knew was that the topic of her best friend fucking her dad made her uncomfortable.

"Count on it!" Stella said, smiling at Lori over her wine glass, a scheming look in her eyes.

* * * * * *

Two weeks later Lori had just gotten home from a long weekend in the neighboring city looking at apartments and was getting ready to jump in the shower and change into her lounging clothes when she got a text from Stella.

'Headed your way, be there in five!' it said.

"Guess the shower will just have to wait," she said to herself, heading for the kitchen to get a soda out of the refrigerator. Her parents were out for the evening so she had the house to herself for the next few hours. Five minutes later the doorbell rang, and Lori got up from the couch to go let Stella in. She opened the door and there was Stella, all bundled up against the cold.

"Hey, there, kiddo!" Stella said, smiling.

"Hi, Stella," she said as Stella walked in, her hands jammed into her pockets. Lori closed the door behind her and followed Stella into the living room. Stella slipped out of her coat and tossed it over the back of the couch, going into the kitchen to get a soda out of the refrigerator as well. She turned around to face Lori as she cracked the can open, a big grin on her face as she did.

"Boy, do I have something to tell you!" she said, taking a drink from the can.

"Really? Like what" Lori asked.

"Let's sit down on the couch and I'll tell you!" Stella said. They both went into the living room and sat on the couch sideways so they could see each other, and judging from the grin on Stella's face and how giddy she was acting, Stella was obviously very excited. When they were both settled Stella spoke.

"Well, I did it!" she said, grinning from ear to ear.

"You did what?" Lori asked.

"I did what I told you I wanted to do!" she said excitedly, dragging it out as much as she could.

"Which was...?" Lori asked, confused.

"I fucked your dad!" she said, a big grin on her face and her eyes sparkling.

"You did what!?!" Lori said, a shocked expression coming over her face.

"I fucked your dad!" Stella repeated. "Or should I say, your dad fucked me!"

"How...when..." Lori began, not knowing what to say or how to say it.

"Last night, right here on this very couch!" Stella said, patting the couch for emphasis.

"Stella, you mean to tell me...you mean you actually went through with it?" Lori asked, not knowing how to react. "You actually fucked my dad? Really?"

"Are you mad at me, Lori?" Stella asked, genuinely concerned. "Please don't be mad at me!" Lori thought about it for a moment before answering, and she was surprised at her reply.

"No...no, Stella, I'm not mad at you," she said. "Maybe I should be, but I'm not...I don't know what I am, really, but I'm not mad."

"Good!" Stella said, relieved. "So do you want to hear about it?" she asked, smiling.

"Well...sure, I guess so. Why not?" Lori replied, curiosity about this part of her father just starting to take root and grow. "I just can't believe you actually fucked my dad!" she said, looking at Stella and giving her a small smile.

"Like I said, girlfriend, it wasn't so much that I fucked him but rather that he fucked me!" Stella said. "Your dad is a very aggressive man, and he takes what he wants!"

"So how did you manage to pull this one off?" Lori asked, her curiosity growing.

"Well, I thought that you were coming home last night, so I came over here about this time last night to see you," Stella explained. "Maybe I should have called you first to make sure, but I just didn't. Anyhow, when I got here your dad told me that you weren't here, and that you wouldn't be home until tonight. I noticed when I got here that your mom's car was gone, so I asked him if he was here alone and he said that he was, that your mom was over at a friend's house doing some kind of charity work thing and wouldn't be home for several hours."

"Yeah, she's involved in some kind of charity group that one of her friends organized about a year ago," Lori said, verifying what her dad had told Stella. "She goes over there all the time, and it really irritates the shit out of my dad that she's gone so much."

"Anyway," Stella said as she continued, "I told him that I needed to talk to him and asked if it was okay if I came in. He said yes, and let me in. We came over here to the couch and sat down, him on one end and me on the other, and he asked me what it was I needed to talk to him about," she said.

"And what did you say?" Lori asked.

"Well, you're not gonna believe it, but I came straight out and told him that I wanted to fuck him!" Stella said, grinning.

"No! You didn't!" Lori said, returning her grin.

"Yes, I did!" Stella replied, her eyes sparkling. "I thought he was gonna faint at first, and then he asked me if I was serious, just as you did," she said.

"So what did you say?" Lori asked.

"Nothing! I got up, walked over to him, sat down on his lap facing him, and planted the biggest, wettest, longest French kiss ever right on his mouth!" Stella said, beaming.

"And did he kiss you back?" Lori asked. She was surprised to feel a familiar tingling 'down there,' deep inside her mound. The thought of Stella French-kissing her dad was starting to arouse her, and she could feel it in her pussy.

"Did he ever!" Stella said, "And boy, Lori, can your father kiss! Holy shit!"

"Then what?" Lori asked.

"Well, like I said, I was sitting on his lap facing him, which meant I had one knee on the couch on either side of him and was literally sitting right on his cock! And as we were kissing I felt it start to get hard under me, right there with me sitting on top of it!"

"No!" Lori said.

"Yes!" Stella replied. "So I kissed him for a moment or two longer, and then I slid off of his lap and got down on my knees in front of him between his legs, and then I...well, I unzipped...hell, Lori, I gave your dad a blowjob!"

"Holy shit, Stella, you didn't!" Lori gasped, the twinging in her pussy getting stronger.

"Holy shit, Lori, I did! And man, does your dad have a nice cock!" Stella said, giggling.

"Really?" Lori said. "Is it...well, what does it look like?" she asked.

"It looks like a cock, that's what it looks like!" Stella replied, grinning. "A nice, hard, throbbing, beautiful, circumcised cock!"

"But is it...how big is it, I mean?" Lori said.

"Six inches at least, maybe seven," Stella said.

"And you got it all in your mouth?" Lori asked, and Stella nodded as she replied.

"Yep, I sure did!" she said, bragging a bit. "So I'm down there on my knees sucking your dad's cock as hard as I can, my head bobbing up and down on it, and you'll never guess what happened next!"

"What?" Lori said.

"This is where your dad got aggressive! He reached down, grabbed me by the hair, and face-fucked me!" she said, grinning broadly.

"No!" Lori said, surprised. She knew that Stella loved to be face-fucked, so she imagined that Stella had really enjoyed it.

"Yes! He grabbed me by the hair and shoved my mouth up and down on his dick, fucking my slut mouth as hard as he could! I thought I was gonna cream right then and there, I was enjoying it so much!" Stella said.

"Then what?" Lori asked, her arousal growing. She could feel her pussy starting to get wet at the thought of her father face-fucking her instead of Stella.

"Well, after face-fucking me for a few minutes he let go of my hair, then told me to get up and get out of my jeans and shoes," Stella explained. "So I got up and did just what he said to do as he did the same thing. As soon as we were both naked from the waist down he grabbed me, spun me around to face the couch, and then bent me over at the waist. I put my hands on the back of the couch for support, and then your dad grabbed me by the hips, put his cock against my pussy and shoved it all in!"

"Damn!" Lori said, the mental image clear in her mind. She felt her pussy flooding at the thought of her dad doing that to her.

"I was so fuckin' wet he slipped right in with no trouble, and for the next five minutes or so your dad pounded me hard, doggy-style! He had both hands on my hips and was ramming his cock in and out of me so fast! I could feel his big, heavy balls slapping against my clit, and it turned me on so much! He had me cumming all over his cock in a matter of minutes!" Stella said.

"Then what?" Lori asked, her voice husky.

"Then he spun me around to face him and pushed me back onto the couch. He grabbed my ankles and put my legs up high, then shoved his cock back into my pussy and fucked me hard and fast, right here on the couch, fucking me until he came inside me!"

"He came inside you?" Lori asked, surprised. "You let him cum inside you?"

"Yes he did, and yes I did!" Stella said, grinning. "I'm on the pill, so why the hell not? I came right along with him, too! He made me cum at least twice, maybe three times, and when he came he came buckets! There was so much cum that it ran out of my pussy and there was nothing I could do to stop it!"

"Then what?" Lori asked, her own pussy soaked by now.

"Then we got up, got cleaned up, got dressed, and I got the hell out of here before your mom came home!" Stella said, sitting back now that the tale had been told.

"So you did it," Lori said, looking over at her best friend. "You really fucked my dad, huh?" she said, still not completely believing it.

"You don't believe me," Stella said, a mock pout on her face.

"No, it's not that," Lori said, not wanting to hurt her best friend's feelings, "it's not that at all. It's just that, well, you have to admit that it's kind of hard to think that my best friend fucked my dad - or rather, that my dad fucked my best friend, you know?"

Without a word Stella got up, reached down and grabbed the center cushion of the couch by the edge, then pulled it up to reveal a big stain in the center of the cushion near the edge on the other side.

"Believe me now?" she said, looking down at Lori and smiling. Lori stared at the stain for a moment, her mouth hanging open as the reality set in.

"Yeah," she said softly, looking up at her friend. "Now I believe you," she said.

"Good!" Stella said, putting the cushion back as it was to hide the stain and then sitting back down.

"You have got to fuck him, Lori!" she said, taking Lori by surprise. "I mean, I know he's your dad and all, but holy shit, than man can fuck! I can only imagine what it would have been like if we'd had enough time to really do it right!"

"But like you said, he's my...he's my dad," Lori said, looking at her, the uncertainty plain in her eyes. "That would be so wrong!"

"Tell me you don't want to fuck him!" Stella said, sitting back and crossing her arms over her chest. "Look me in the eyes, right in the eyes, and tell me that you don't want to fuck your dad!" Lori looked at Stella for a few moments, not speaking, then dropped her eyes to her lap. As much as she wanted to deny it, as much as she knew it was wrong, it was true - she wanted to fuck her own father.

Or rather, she wanted her own father to fuck her.

"I knew it!" Stella said, grinning. "I knew you couldn't do it! I knew you wanted to fuck your dad!" she said triumphantly.

"Does that make me a bad person?" Lori asked, looking up at Stella. Stella leaned forward and put her hand on the back of Lori's as she spoke.

"No, Lori, it certainly doesn't," she said, her voice soft as she looked her best friend in the eyes. "It makes you human." The two friends looked at each other for a moment before Lori spoke again.

"Thank you, Stella," she said, her voice soft.

"You're welcome, Lori," she said, smiling. "Just make me one promise," she said, getting up from the couch and picking up her coat.

"Anything," Lori said, also standing up. Stella slipped her arms into her coat and turned to face Lori as she spoke.

"Promise me that you'll tell me all about it when it happens!" she said, grinning.

"I promise," Lori replied, returning her smile. Then Stella turned and walked out of the living room towards the front door and was gone, leaving Lori to her thoughts. Thoughts about her dad, about how much she wanted to fuck him, and about how she was going to pull it off. When her parents came home a few hours later and she looked at her dad, for the first time she saw him not as her father but as a man - a tall, strapping, handsome man that she knew could fuck her into oblivion if he wanted to.

The question was how to make him want to. While her parents were upstairs supposedly sleeping but were, she was sure, having some pretty good sex, Lori was laying in her bed coming up with ideas on how to make her father want to fuck her. By the time she was ready to go to sleep she had come up with several good ideas, ideas that she was sure would culminate with her father driving his hard cock into her tight little pussy just as he had done to Stella the day before.

The last thing she did before she went to sleep was to rub her clit until she came, cumming hard to the thought of her dad driving his cock deep into her pussy.

* * * * * *

After discussing her ideas with Stella via cellphone the following morning and coming up with what they both thought was a pretty good plan, Lori put the plan into action immediately. She had been taking yoga for the past few months and was starting to get pretty good at it, her body toning and firming up nicely. She had always been shy about wearing her yoga outfit around her father; like all yoga clothing, the outfit she wore fit her like a second skin, and she wasn't sure she wanted her father to see every curve, swell, and bulge on her body. But now she was sure that she did, so she made sure to go downstairs in her yoga outfit before her father left for work.

And she made sure that when she went downstairs she wasn't wearing either a bra or panties. She had her mother's genes more than her father's, which in her case meant that she had inherited both her mother's good looks (which included a thick mane of auburn hair and green eyes) and her spectacular bustline. Stella had always made the joke of Lori getting what Stella had missed out on when it came to breast size; Stella was small-busted, wearing a "C" cup bra and even then only barely, while Lori filled out a "D" cup with ease. While in no way huge her breasts were definitely big; the last time she had measured herself with a tape measure her bust came in at a respectable 37 inches.