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Good Old Friday
by Realoldbill (no address provided)
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A lovely young daughter eagerly awaits her father on a
Friday after for their usual fun and games. (MM/f-
teen, ped, inc, threesome)
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I pulled my thong up a tiny bit tighter, wiggled,
enjoyed the feeling and then eased into my oldest and
sexiest jeans, a pair that had belonged to both my
sisters and were new about ten years ago. They were
soft and pale, mended here and there and about two
inches too short for my thirty-six inch inseam, but
they had a twenty inch waist and they looked great and
felt better, especially with that thick seam tight
against my deep butt crack and bulging pussy lips. I
had trouble with the top button, as usual, and cursed
myself for that extra ice-cream sandwich. Then I
threaded in the wide leather belt with the phallic
silver buckle, tossed back my long red hair and looked
in the mirror.
I smiled and palmed my full breasts. It was a great
look, enough to give most boys an erection and older
men evil thoughts and my big nipples were already
getting excited; I pinched them gently, twisting back
and forth. I strode across the room and then back
toward the mirror on my toes, watching my thighs move
and my calves flex as my jugs bobbled. My mound and
pudenda bulged and rippled nicely and when I turned
aside I almost laughed at how well my globular
buttocks were beautifully encased, like a pair of
soccer balls, round and hard.
It was enough to arouse anybody; it even sexually
excited me and I stroked my seething slit and petted
my excited clit as I buttoned the fly, crushing my
outer labia and burying my little button. "Great ass,"
that was the compliment I wanted.
I had gotten off in the shower after school and
cleaned up carefully since I had done two boys that
afternoon, two eager juniors who had been begging for
it, doing my geometry and history projects for me all
semester and slobbering over my pussy. It took less
than thirty minutes to leave them both sobbing and
spent while my favorite teacher, Mr. Robetson, watched
with his big cock in his hand. Then he sodomized me on
his desk as he does almost every Friday after school.
That's the way he likes it and my English grade
depends on it.
I looked at several tops before deciding on the one I
had made from a junior high athletic shirt, tight and
short, baring my ribs and taut belly. It was colorless
gray and completely shapeless, probably washed a
hundred times like the jeans. It looked much too small
in my hands, like a Barbie doll's costume.
I had cut off the short sleeves and then made a crop
top out of it in phases; chopping it shorter several
times until the lower half of my big jugs was
displayed when I raised my arms. Then I sat cross-
legged and worked on the hem, pulling at it, tearing
pieces off, fraying the threads until it was ragged
and soft, clinging to my warm, young flesh like silk
and moving with me, displaying my big tits. I pulled
it over my curly head and drew it down over my fine
pair of globular beauties, pawing them as I did,
tempting myself but resisting. It showed my nipples
wonderfully.
My sisters were both 38D's now and I was sure I'd be
there soon. I seldom wore a bra, worked hard to keep
my pecs in good shape and had nipples that looked like
the first joint of my thumb when they were excited. I
looked in the mirror, grabbed my boobs, held them up
and then let them go; they bobbled but looked great,
the nipples distinct, the cloth stretched between them
but softly clinging. I glanced at the clock. Daddy
would be home soon. It was Friday, our day. I was
eager to feel his mouth on my breasts, his fingers in
my ass and then his big cock tearing me open and
making me scream in whatever hole he wanted.
I heard the car and trotted down the stairs, letting
my jugs bobble freely, bouncing up and down, flapping
the hem of my raggedy shirt about and exciting my
nipples as my Jean's seam excited my whole pudenda. I
waited in the kitchen, barefoot, feeling my vagina
quivering, eager to mate, to serve, to be filled, to
clap and release, to ripple and make him gasp. Most
Fridays Daddy took a good hour to enjoy me in lots of
different ways before he even changed his clothes. I
learned a new position almost every week. I loved to
do it standing up or bent over a chair back and last
week he taught me how to bring him off with my feet.
In he came, smiling but with another man, a young man
right behind him, disappointing me. I pouted. Dad
kissed me quickly, patted my butt and said, "Hi,
Sweetie, meet Bill Young. We just hired him today.
Bill, this is my youngest, Linda; she's starting high
school in the fall."
The handsome young man looked at me like most boys do,
pulled his eyes away from my high breasts and shook my
hand smiling and then licking his lips as I rotated my
hips.
"Friday my wife bowls," he told his new hire. "Won't
be home till six. Come on in and she'll get you a
beer."
They went into the living room and I got two cold
bottles, poured out a bowl of pretzels and took them
in. Dad pulled me down next to him and palmed my right
breast, lifting and squeezing with his hand up inside
my raggedy shirt. "You're looking extra good, sweetie.
What have you been up to?"
I wiggled closer, smiled up at him and sighed in my
best magnolia accent, "Jus' waitin' for you, Daddy. Do
ah have to do him first?"
"Of course," he said, "Bill's company and I've been
telling him all about you. If you'll change your
clothes, after you take care of him, we can go out to
dinner together." He pinched my tit hard, and I
squealed which is just what he wanted.
I nodded and pouted, stroking Daddy's bulging groin
with my elbow. I don't know how many times he had
fucked me right on that sofa, maybe a hundred, and I
screamed and creamed every single time, usually with
both feet up in the air. I was eleven when we started,
and eager to learn. Now I needed it, hadn't done it
with a man except my teacher since Monday when I went
to my brother's scout meeting and did five boys and
the scoutmaster, pulling a train my brother called it,
another first for me.
Smiling, feeling my juices flowing, I crawled across
to the lounge chair where Bill Young sat, beer in
hand, my big breasts hanging loosely, moving to and
fro, in and out of my shirt. I looked up at him and
smiled as he spread his legs and reached down to grab
my tattered top and yank it off. I giggled and pulled
down his zipper as he crushed both my mounds. It hurt;
I loved it. His hands were big and rough.
Bill let go, leaned back and helped me get his
swelling pecker out of his pants. It was a good-sized
one and it was hardening fast so I slurped it right
into my mouth, locked my lips on his shaft and got to
work, not taking time to tit fuck him as I had
intended, my right hand holding him down and my left
squeezing his scrotum as I put my tongue to work.
He closed his eyes and started getting longer and
harder. I took a deep breath, opened my throat and
swallowed him. He sat up quickly, dug his hands into
my hair and came, gritting his teeth, squirting
several times as I raked his rigid shaft with my teeth
and let him ease it out. I licked him clean, squeezed
his balls gently and he put his tool away.
Daddy was ready for me, his big ram standing up
proudly, a fleshy obelisk looking a foot long and
impossibly thick. And I stood and stripped down my
jeans and thong and then mounted him carefully, one
knee by his hip and the other leg high, easing down on
his rigid cock because it was so thick, screwing him
in inch by inch, gritting my teeth. As usual, he
grabbed me at the hips and pulled me all the way down
on it. I gasped and he laughed and smacked my butt.
We had barely started and Daddy was just nibbling on
my right tit when I felt another hand on my waist and
then the knob of a cock at my anus. I relaxed and Bill
dug his fingers into my buttocks and let me have it,
about six inches of it anyhow, still slick with my
spit. He and Daddy soon got into a good rhythm, one in
when the other eased out, and the room filled with
grunting and the sound of smacking flesh. Getting
double-teamed wasn't new to me since Daddy had brought
men home before.
Daddy bit me when he came and then the new guy
ejaculated in me too, sobbing with pleasure. I grabbed
my clothes after they pulled free, ran up the steps
and right into the shower. Boy, was I hot. I calmed
myself with my hand sprayer, got into my black
spaghetti strap dress and fuck-me shoes, and we headed
downtown, with me and Bill in the back seat swapping
spit with his fingers exploring my quivering cunt but
failing to find my "on" button.
We had a good meal and then Daddy rented a room and we
went up and wore each other out for an hour or so. Mom
was home when we got back and Daddy introduced Bill
while I hurried up to bed, trying to count how many
times I had been poked, often with one guy in my mouth
while the other got his rocks off in my young body. I
sat at my computer and entered the new guy and
summarized the action.
I'll be fourteen next month, and Daddy says I can
start dating and hooking up with guys if I'm careful.
I've been on the pill for almost a year, since they
caught Uncle Mike and me together in the basement. Ha
ha, that was a really good one.
I've already got a list of twenty potential lovers in
my computer, twenty guys I've done and pictures of
most of them with hard-ons and that's not counting my
brother or the scouts or Bill. And they've got
pictures of me too, my hook-ups, pictures to beat off
by. I just love to pose and show off my tight-lipped
pussy.
Next year it's the high school crowd and then the
community college boys, my ones my sisters always
bragged about.
Oh, about those scouts, since you asked so nicely.
My brother's fifteen and, like my father, well hung.
He and I exercise each other when we need sex, nothing
serious, just suck and fuck, usually from behind
because he seems to get deeper that way.
So it was my brother's turn to have the meeting of
these senior scouts, most of them Eagles. And their
scoutmaster, a tall guy who taught at the middle
school, he saw me almost naked at the computer when he
came in and asked me if I would come down later. I
said sure and after a while went down to the basement
and found that they were doing a unit on sex
education. Well, most of these guys were fifteen and
sixteen, and I guessed that sex to them meant their
left hand since they were mostly dorks and nerds.
So anyhow, the leader asked me to lie down on the
leather sofa and he pulled off my shorts and panties
and did show and tell with my genitals, getting me
pretty excited as he explained how girls work and
pried me open and poked around.
When he got his middle fingers up in my vagina and
found my G-spot, his thumb was annoying my clit, and I
kind of lost it and pretty soon all these guys had
their short or pants off and got in line, I think by
seniority or something. The scoutmaster sat on the big
sofa with my head in his lap, his limp cock lying
across my face, and they took turns on me, all five of
them including my stupid brother; one of them was
pretty big; the others were just average. They all
came in three or five thrusts, the dorks.
Then he made me get face down on the couch with my
rump in the air, up on my knees, and after he humped
me hard while standing behind me, the boys had another
turn, poking me from behind, but no sodomy. Most did
better the second time, but they didn't bring me off.
When they were done, the man thanked me and I wobbled
away with a lot of semen oozing down the inside of my
legs.
When the meeting was over, my brother came into my
room, grinning. "You were great," he said as he
stripped. "I wasn't sure you could do it." He got up
between my legs and went down on me for the first time
ever. No boy had ever eaten me out, but he kept right
at it until I gasped and creamed and soaked his face.
Then he mounted up and rode me again.
I was sore for a week.
END
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real
life" can look forward to many unproductive years
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their
local prison system.
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