My Best Friend's Dad

I was just pulling on a denim mini-skirt when the doorbell rang. The house was sweltering and I was still damp from my shower but that must be Susan’s dad here to pick me up for the slumber party. Even though I was already seventeen I was nowhere near to getting my driver’s license. I ran down the big oak staircase and threw open the front door.

There stood Susan’s father, Ron Dixon, in two feet of white fluffy snow. His solid frame hunched against the cold and his smooth chocolate skin in stark relief to the world of snow. He was in his 40s and one of the biggest men I knew. Not that I knew him very well, just as my friend’s father.

“Snow! I had no idea it was so cold out. I should change my skirt. Come in, come in!” I motioned for Ron to follow me and he did at a slower pace as I ran up the stairs to my bedroom.

My bedroom was more like a suite with a bedroom set against one wall and some couches, chairs and a low bar along the other. I ran in and spun around to usher Ron in behind me. I led him to a chair right next to the bar and went around behind it. We were alone in my big room.

There was a basket of laundry behind the bar and I sat on the floor and pulled out a pair of jeans. I sat on the floor so Ron couldn’t see me as I started to peel off my miniskirt. I could tell the moment, tho, that he realized what I was doing. His eyes got bigger and he leaned a little forward, as if trying to see more than just the top of my head. My panties got wet at the thought. I gently peeled them off and threw them away so Ron would see them fly through the air. I looked up and met his eyes as I sat there, my legs splayed open to show my glistening pussy to him. His mouth had dropped open a little and he licked his lips.

“Do you want to touch me?” I asked.

“What? No, um, that’s not…” He just trailed off as he stared at my pussy.

“Please, Mr. Dixon, please touch me..” I rubbed the smooth shaved skin with my fingers and let my knees fall just a little wider. “Don’t you want to touch me here?”

“Oh yes,” said Ron in a deep rolling voice. He leaned forward over the bar and touched my pussy with his big dark fingers. They felt fat and older somehow, roughened and toughened by age. My clit was already hard and throbbing as he rubbed his finger back and forth along my slit. I threw my head back and undulated my hips.

“Come here,” Ron said, in the same voice I’d heard him use on Susan when she had something unfinished to do at home. I stood and walked around the bar to him. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his penis. “Sit down and show me that pussy again, would you honey.”

“Ok, Mr. Dixon,” I said as I sat down again, my legs splayed, but this time his huge cock in my face. I leaned forward and took it in my mouth. The head barely fit, he was so big. I licked and swirled the tip in my mouth, hungrily, the musky taste of Susan’s big father on my tongue. I looked up and his eyes had a gleam, as his mouth hung open.

“Lay back,” he commanded me. I immediately obeyed, laying back on the rug, my legs propped up. He pulled his clothes off and then moved down on the floor to kneel before me and gripped my knees. He grabbed his cock and began to slowly insert it in me. I was super wet, and even though his cock was the largest I’d ever seen, it slowly pushed into my body without too much difficulty. When Ron realized this he shoved himself the rest of the way and began to pound into me. I just lay back and moaned as his huge cock slammed into me over and over, his huge dark frame completely covering. I pressed my head into his chest and he began to sweat and our groins dampened with slick juice. Suddenly he pulled back. I looked up to see him kneeling there, his breathing heavy, his face sweaty, and his erection huge and throbbing, pointing at the ceiling. He grabbed me around the hips and flipped me over, hauling me to my hands and knees.

Then his cock was at my entrance again. He big hands around my hips were firmly holding me in place as he pulled back and then slammed forward into me. Then he was just humping me full force. His body lightning quick pounding into my wet throbbing pussy. The force of it would have driven me to the floor if he hadn’t been holding me up and hard against him. His cock was filling me up with each stroke and I began to moan and shake in his hands. He jammed into me one last time, buried all the way, and then I felt the hot cum spurt inside me. I came at the feel of it.

I looked over my shoulder and smiled at Mr. Dixon towering over me. He slowly smiled back down at with a man’s satisfaction. “What a beautiful little girl you are. I’m glad you’re such good friends with my daughter.”

“Thank you, Mr. Dixon, I really did want to make a good impression on you. So I could come over and play.” I said, his cock still in me.

“Oh you can come over anytime you want. Day or night, sugar.” He replied, stroking a big hand over my ass.

“Oh, that sounds nice. This slumber party is going to be so much fun,” I replied.

“Oh yes it is,” and then he slid his penis out of me and sat back. He looked up at me again. “Come here girl, clean up this mess you made.”