I've always been that corny kind of dad, the guy whose daughters are embarrassed to bring around because they never know what jokes I'm going to subject them to, but realize it's all endearing anyway. This is likely why my eldest daughter, Katie, had kept her friends at a distance for much of high school. Or maybe it's because, if I'm being honest with myself, she didn't want to bring them around to a home that was simmering with tension between my wife and I. We eventually, mercifully, divorced when Katie was in her final year of high school, and then things around the place seemed to calm down and become that much more welcoming. Which I guess is why Katie's best friend Jenna started becoming more and more of a fixture around the house that year.
I'd know Jenna for years, ever since her and Katie had become fast friends in junior high, but it wasn't until a combination of things -- my wife leaving, me realizing I had more room to breathe as a father and a man for the first time in ages, and of course the simple math of years going by and people growing up -- that I noticed how stunning she had become. Frankly, she was fucking hot as hell. Barely over five feet, she was petite but with the tightest little body I'd ever seen: firm B-cup tits always seemingly held inside a bra that was either purple or pink (as the straps showed, always, through her tight t-shirts), a tight ass that regularly peeked out of her cut-off jean shorts or school skirt (important detail: I sent my daughters to a local Catholic school, maybe, if I'm again being perfectly honest, because it gave me access to legions of girls in that uniform), and dark, wavy raven-black hair. She wore dark-rimmed glasses, which I found completely enchanting for some reason, and was still sporting braces at her age -- she had started late to fix some seriously misaligned teeth -- which I found, well, I'm not sure what the right kind of word is here. But there was something about her that was both mature beyond her years and immature at the same time.
More radical honesty: her body was almost the spitting image of Katie's, even if my daughter had dirty blonde hair instead of black, and never needed either glasses or braces. Okay, enough about that.
Every time that Jenna and Katie would go swimming in the backyard pool (Jenna had an unbelievable polka dot bikini that never managed to hide how hard her nipples got from the water that I'd keep a little cooler than I should have), or have a slumber party, or just hang out on the couch rotting away like teenagers do, I stole more peeks than I should have. I couldn't bring myself to jerk off to an image of Jenna, it just didn't seem right, but she always got my cock hard.
I think that Jenna began to notice how I was noticing her, too, given that I swore she was giving me more knowing looks and winks over the past few weeks. Putting a hand on my arm while asking how I was doing with the divorce, or just nodding suggestively when I said it's tough to be lonely, but it's far better than being married and feeling alone. Maybe I was reading too much into it, and Katie would seem to always cut the tension before it even really began by going, "Dad, stop boring Jenna to death" and then pulling her away. I mean, I'm a nice-looking guy for my age of 45, if I do say so myself: sure, i'm bald, but I've embraced that, and I have a decent body with a hairy but not unwieldy chest that's just above the "dad bod" average that I hang around with. And while only my wife knew how big my cock was, anyone who might see it today might be impressed with its 8-cut size, girthy but not too thick, with a nice mushroom head that, back in the day, girls (and maybe one or two guys during my experimental college days, sure) would go crazy for.
Any way. All of my interactions with Jenna felt both innocent and just my mind getting away from me until one night two months ago, when everything changed in ways I'm still trying to wrap my head around. It was a weekday night, and Katie had volleyball practise at the school in the evening -- Jenna had been on the team for most of the year, too, until she sprained her ankle and took a breather. It was pouring rain outside, and I was waiting for Katie's customary call to pick her up when I heard a knock at the door. It was Jenna, soaking wet. She asked to come in and wait for Katie, and I could tell something was wrong. First, why no umbrella?
"I threw it away walking over here, I was so upset, Mr. Hansard!" she yelled. Her black hair was soaked, and I was trying to listen to her and figure out what was going on, but I couldn't get over the image of her in her tight white t-shirt and short athletic shorts. I could tell what brand and color her damn bra was, and it was revealing her midriff, the top pink strap of her panties poking out from the top of her shorts. And her glasses were fogged up from the rain, which was a cute touch. I was instantly hard, but trying to supress the outline of my cock from showing up under my jeans.
"Upset about what?" I asked.
"Kyle, that asshole!"
Oh, of course. I had overheard that Katie had been seeing this guy Kyle for the past few weeks, and from what i could tell, he was a dumbass. Just one of those guys that strings girls along until he got what he wanted. I let Jenna ramble on for a while, as she moved without invitation from the front door area to the kitchen. I let her go on about how he sent her some kind of shitty text or some teenage bullshit -- hey, it happens to us all -- while I went to get her a towel. I put it around her and she flopped over to the couch.
"These boys can be just such immature assholes, right Mr. Hansard?" she said to me, almost pouting. I sat down next to her and explained that they can, yeah, but eventually some of them grow up to be alright guys. It just takes some patience, is all.
At this point, I looked at her straight in her green eyes, and noticed something. She was staring right back at me, so intently, with this kind of piercing but curious gaze that I hadn't been on the receiving end of in a long, long time.
"Not like you, right?" she asked. Then something shifted in her energy. She let the towel fall off her, and inched closer to me. Before I knew what was happening, she had her left hand on my thigh, and the other had found the outline of my hard cock. "You're not like them, right?"
I tried to stammer, and I would like to say that I got up right then and there and told her she had things confused. But I was entranced, and maybe felt like I had willed this into existence. It had been so long since any woman -- no wait, she was a girl, wasn't she? 18, sure, but still a girl I had known for most of her youth -- had given me any attention like this.
"Listen, Jenna, you're a good kid, and Katie loves you, but..."
It was of no use. She was determined to make something happen, and I was determined to see where it went, to see how far I might go.
She leaned into me, gripped my cock tighter, and went in for a kiss. Fuck, I had never tasted any mouth so sweet. Her tongue twitched with this curious energy that only a teenage girl could have, searching and desperate and hopeful all at once. I put my hand to her cheek and her skin was so goddamn soft, still a bit slick with rain but unbelievably pure.
"I'm not sure we should....we can't..." I said, but I cut off my own words by kissing her deeper, more intensely. She moved back a bit, and I thought it might be over, but it was only so she could strip off her shirt, revealing a beautifully firm set of tits held together in her lacy pink bra. I practically buried my face inside of them, letting my body take over, unhooking the bra like I was back in high school myself.
The next sequence of events happened almost wordlessly between us, the only sounds our deep, wet kissing, my occasional grunts, her soft moans. I pushed her down onto the couch, with a forcefulness that must've surprised her, given her slight yelp. I ran my tongue over her beautifully small nipples, so perky and untouched, my hands alternating between squeezing her bare back and reaching down to pull off her shorts. I let my fingers wander and found her cunt, which had just a thinly manicured landing strip of dark black hair, perfectly sopping wet. She was practically dripping with juices, her body so excited and ready for what was to come.
And then I lost control. I liked to consider myself a patient, gentle lover -- at least in the early days with my wife, sorry, my former wife -- but with Jenna I became an animal. Seeing how many fingers I could get into her as she yelped. Squeezing her tight little ass so hard that my hands left a mark. Then pushing her to her knees while I threw off my pants and presented her with my throbbing cock. She barely had time to look amazed at its size and power before I found myself grabbing her head and violently face-fucking her little braces-covered mouth. She immediately started to gag and try to pull back, but I knew she wanted it just as badly as I did, and I kept pushing myself deeper and deeper into her little mouth, her spit and my precum forming a pool of liquid that dripped down from her lips.
"Mr. Hansar...cough...Mr. Hansard...oh my god...." she said, clearly turned on by the force and might of an older man, someone who had watched her blossom into this slut kneeling before me.
"Call me Daddy," I replied, then quickly pushing her down onto the floor, ass up, and spreading her cheeks wide open. Allowing myself a little taste of her pussy -- the sweetest goddamn thing I'd ever tasted in my life -- I then proceeded to slip in my wet cock, then began thrusting. First gently, to break her seal, which she greeted with an ear-piercing "Fuck!!" that I'll never forget till my dying day. Then just a series of moans, guttural and deep, as I began to increase speed and pound the living shit out of her hole. "Daddy, fuck me daddy!!!" she managed once I finally relented and pulled out for a moment, needing to give myself just a quick breather so I could go that much longer.
"Daddy will give you what you deserve," I replied, before lifting her up and throwing her tiny little body over the couch, so I could stand up and plow into her cunt with that much more brutal, unrelenting force, one hand holding her tiny waist steady, the other pulling back her hair so she never forgot who exactly was in charge. We must have stayed in that position for a good 20 minutes or so, the room beginning to smell more like sex -- sweat and spit and precum -- until I felt almost ready to burst. "Cccccuuuuuuuummmmm in meeeee...." she moaned, in a voice that suggested I'd broken something inside of her brain, that she had uncovered a new layer of herself by submitting to me.
And I would have, then and there, if I hadn't just then heard the front door open.
"Jenna, what the fuck?!" It was Katie, who evidently made her own way home from practise after i failed to pick her up, and was dripping wet herself from the rain.
I must've had four heart attacks at once, but I somehow composed myself enough to say, "Katie, sweetheart, this isn't ..." but I couldn't finish the goddamn lie because at that moment my cock was still nestled inside the soaking cunt of my daughter's best friend.
"Katie, I'm sorry...I knew..." Jenna muttered, taking several breaths between words from sheer exhaustion. "I knew we...."
Every part of me was in pure panic mode, yet I only felt my cock getting harder and harder, if that was even possible. Sweat was dripping from my brow, and everything seemed to be happening in both slow motion and super-speed at once. Which is when Katie dropped her bag, stripped off her uniform, and gave Jenna a sly wink.
"You know the plan was to wait for me, you stupid little slut..." Katie said.
And that's when the night got really crazy.