I met my new boyfriend outside my house in the morning on my way to school.

“Morning,” he said as he leaned in to kiss me.

Was he going to be here everyday? He was a nice guy but day two of dating him and I hadn’t had a moment alone since. He walked me home the day I told him I’d date him. Met me the next morning and followed me around all day. Even walked me to class between one of my classes because his was close to mine.

I started walking to school. He talked to me, mostly about football. A few times he asked me questions. I answered but didn’t talk much more, I felt like I’d told him everything about my day. In fact, I was sure even the stuff I told him about he was there to know it happened.

When we got to school he was still talking. I had to stop him. He was driving me crazy. I wanted to yell at him. Then in the distance I saw Mark. Oh no, he’s even worse to be around.

I waited for a little pause then kissed Jake on the lips. “Let’s go to the make out hide out.” I offered. Mark wouldn’t follow us there, would he? Oh crap, my heart was racing.

He nodded and turned me toward the bushes on the other side of the school. The best I could tell Mark wasn’t following us. We walked into the bushes and it was empty. I was worried someone else might be there. Guess not that many people came to the bushes in the morning. There was practically a line at lunch and after school.

We crept into the deepest corner and curled into each other’s arms. I kissed him, he was a very good kisser. We kissed more and more. He put his tongue in my mouth and slipped his hand up my shirt.

He was no longer talking and I couldn’t help thinking how nice it was. He was a really good kisser. Then I heard footsteps. I turned and looked.

It was Cynthia followed by Joe. My heart raced faster, if that was possible. Visions of Cynthia with Mark, Jake and me having a make out session at my house. Only this time no Mark! Thank god.

Without a word, or even a kiss, Cynthia started yanking Joe’s pants down. I couldn’t help watching out the corner of my eye as his massive dick was uncovered. My mouth dropped as I saw it, his meat was bigger than my dad’s! I thought my dad’s replica cock was big. This had an extra two inches on it, at least.

I couldn’t believe Cynthia hadn’t mentioned how big it was. I got a good view of it as Cynthia worked it in her hands. I wanted to grab it too! Oh damn I thought I wanted to fuck Joe before, now I wanted to rape him. Oh my god! What would that thing feel like?

I hadn’t realized I was rubbing jake’s dick through his pants. I stopped just long enough to pull my shirt off. I needed a dick. No, I needed Joe’s huge cock! I glanced over at him again and saw him watching me as Cynthia put part of his cock in her mouth.

I wanted to thank her, sucking his dick gave me a better view of his shaft. I pulled Jake’s dick out too. I pulled back his foreskin and sucked him into my mouth too. I wanted to fill my mouth with dick.

As I worked his full length down my throat I turned my head to the side to look at Joe again. Cynthia had turned around now and Joe as ramming her from behind. I could see everything! Oh that bitch, showing off. God damn it. I’ve had to watch her take two cocks in her hole and all I’ve had was plastic! So what if one was Mark and he hardly counted.

I kept sucking Jake. He was groaning as I rubbed his cock in my mouth with my tongue. Suddenly I heard a loud grunt from Joe. Jake’s cock popped out of my mouth as I turned to see.

Joe had his dick buried deep inside my friend. He held it there shaking with each burst as I watched him fill Cynthia’s pussy. I jealously pumped Jake’s hard pole. Damn Cynthia. I couldn’t help feeling unattractive.

How could she have sex with Mark and Joe?! That’s so unfair. As much as I hate Mark he was good looking and the best football player in our school. All the girls wanted him. Then there’s Joe! Me and Cynthia had always joked with each other growing up about Aida’s big brother. He was nice and good looking.

I was abruptly broken from my thoughts as something hot blasted my face. My eyes refocused on the teen hose just as a second rope fired out onto my face. I did the only thing I could think of, I stuffed Jake’s pulsing dick in my mouth. I was ready for the next few bursts as I smoothly swallowed each one.

When he was done I licked his top clean and saw Joe and Cynthia watching as they casually pulled on their clothes. Some cum had dropped down my face on my tits and bra, I left that and wiped the rest off my face. I’d have to stop in a bathroom to make sure I didn’t miss any.

I yanked on my shirt and turned to leave. Joe was watching me, “great let’s do this again tomorrow morning.” He said it loud enough for everyone but he was looking at me.

I was a little surprised. Jake actually laughed, “yeah sounds good.”

I smiled thinking about ways I could let Joe see my pussy tomorrow, “I’ll be here.” I looked at Cynthia and winked, we were going to have a great week at this rate.

I watched as Cynthia’s face darkened. She looked extremely upset now. Her heated gaze turned to Joe as she said, “Sorry I have tutoring in the morning tomorrow,”

With that cold reply we all just made our way out. The boys split up going different ways. I ran to catch up with Cynthia even though my class was more in the direction Jake went.

I turned back briefly and waved bye to him as he looked back at me. He probably just realized I wasn’t with him. He just smiled back and waved to me too.

“Hey, you aren’t mad at me are you?” I asked when I was next to her. She didn’t speak. “Well things must be better with you and Joe.”

“Yes and no. I mean it’s something I’ll have to work out…” So she was still talking with me. I was worried she was giving me the silent treatment.

“Can you come with me to the ladies room?” I asked her. She nodded and we went in.

“Don’t blame this on me, you did it on your own this time,” Cynthia said referring to the blow job.

“Well, do it once you might as well keep doing it. It’s what they expect.” I said referring to all men.

Tommy expected me to beat him off again after I’d done it for him once. Not to mention his dad who went berserk when I wouldn’t go down on him anymore.

“Don’t I know it! You know Mark came over last night for another romp!” She said angry and a little embarrassed.

“Really?” I asked surprised. “What did you say to him?”

We walked into the restroom and she started to cry. “I let him in…” She sobbed. “And he was being forward and aggressive…” She was crying so much it was hard to understand.

“You let him in? In your house?” I asked trying to understand.

More sobs, “yeah, and then we started doing it!”

“Oh no, honey it’s ok. I won’t say anything to Joe about it.” I reassured her.

“He caught us!” Then the crying became so high pitched it hurt my ears. She was still talking while she wailed but I couldn’t understand any of it.

I just hugged her. “Cynthia it’s ok, he clearly isn’t mad at you.” Why wasn’t he mad? I was sure he’d be completely enraged if he knew. Shows what I know.

Damn I wish Aida was here. Growing up she had always been the one to comfort whoever was hurt. “Ok honey we have to clean you up and get you to class,” I told her pulling her with me to the sinks.

I could hear people in the halls, you can always tell when the tardy bell is about to ring. Kids start moving faster and voices get louder even though there are fewer of them. Based on that alone I figured we had about one minute left.

I grabbed some paper towels wet them and whipped her tears and cheeks. Then I wet my hands and washed my face. I would have to put on my foundation in class, no time now.

I looked at her, she was a friend. I’d wait to put on make up in a minute… She, probably would not, not in her current state. I reached in my bag and pulled out my makeup bag and put a few quick touches on her.

As I finished up she looked in the mirror, her eyes widened and she actually smiled. She looked at me and hugged me thankfully.

“I owe you big time Jeanette. You’ve always been there for me and helped me out,” she said perking up. She grabbed her own bag and threw it over her shoulder and walked to the door. Before she left she turned back and said, “If you ever want or need anything just ask.”

The door shut behind her and I thought, ‘I want to fuck your boyfriend blind!’ I sighed and looked at myself quickly. Oh hell, I looked like crap. I washed my face again to get the dried cum off.

As I dried my face the tardy bell rang. Too late now. Might as well fix my makeup right now.

At lunch Cynthia sat with me and of course Jake. He was attached to me now forever it seemed. Aida never came, it seemed to bother Cynthia at one point she left. I saw her going to the math building. A little while later she came back.

“Maybe she had a doctor’s appointment or she’s sick,” I suggested.

“She didn’t mention anything all day yesterday,” Cynthia replied.

They were very close. I decided then and there, I had to make up with Aida once and for all. My friends were more important than boys. I had to give up my fantasy of Joe fucking me silly. I had a boyfriend now and I didn’t want to be seen as a slut. Even thinking it called up images of his hot long shaft.

I had to serve detention after school so I said goodbye to Cynthia. She had been waiting by the front of school, probably for Joe. I didn’t wait to see him, my dreams with him were only ever going to be dreams. Jake met me just as I was walking into the study hall room.

“Hey, can I come over to your house later?” He asked.

“Didn’t you have enough this morning?” I retorted. “No, I have to see a friend after school today.” I said not giving him time to defend himself.

“I could wait for you and come with you,” he suggested.

Oh my god! I just need time alone for one night, I wanted to yell. “Oh no, that’s ok, it’s going to be some serious girl talk.”

He nodded and gave me a kiss. I turned and served my detention. After my time was up I walked straight to Aida’s house. I tried to imagine what I’d say to her.

I rang the door bell and waited. As I heard movement inside it occurred to me this was where Joe lived too! Oh crap, what if he answered the door? I hadn’t prepared myself for seeing him.

Before I could panic anymore the door opened. It was Aida I was relieved and disappointed. She looked terrific, her dark brown hair was pinned up in a pretty fluff of a bun. She had on some smokey makeup which make her dark brown eyes look sultry. She was wearing a charcoal black mini skirt and a red button up top.

‘Why wasn’t she in school today,’ I wondered in the back of my mind. Instead I said, “I’m sorry Aida, it’s been too long and I miss you so much.”

She looked behind me, “who’s he?”

I turned and caught a glimpse of Jake as he tried to duck behind some bushes in Aida’s front yard. I turned back to her trying to pretend I didn’t see him.

I lowered my voice, “I know you don’t owe me anything but can I please come in?”

She nodded and moved back so I could come in. As soon as I was in she closed the door and turned on me.

“Are you just here because you’re being followed then!” Aida said angrily.

“Oh please don’t, I really came here to work things out with you. But I have this leach of a boyfriend. Ugh! I gave him one blow job and he hasn’t left me alone since.” I answered truthfully.

Her sneer slipped and she smiled at me, then seeing I wasn’t even kidding busted out laughing. “Oh the snobby Jeanette actually gets dirty?” She laughed. “I can’t imagine YOU doing anything on your knees.”

“What? You think I’m snobby? That hurts,” I said back. This girl and I had been really close once. I don’t even remember what had really happened.

She stopped laughing, “well old habits die hard. I’m sorry too. I realize now that I shouldn’t have been so hard on you.”

“No, it’s my fault. I crossed the line and I was too proud to fix it back then,” as we talked I remembered it better.

I had been flirting with her brother and she didn’t like it. Me and Cynthia had both joked about how good looking he was but Cynthia only did that with me. I took it too far by saying things in front of Aida. That was bad but not beyond fixing, what had broken out friendship was the name calling that had followed for weeks after.

“I’m sorry for all the things I said to you, I was just stupid and too proud to back down,” I told her.

Her eyes started to water, “I’m sorry too, I never stopped talking about you behind your back. I was the one that started rumors of you and Tommy.” My mouth dropped but I closed it quickly.

We talked a little more apologizing and confessing all our wrongs. When we both were crying we hugged each other tightly. “Never again,” I whispered to her.

“Never-” she started to say when the front door suddenly banged opened. We both jumped and looked to the hall leading to the front door.

“She’s my girlfriend Joe!” Jake yelled barging into the living room. He looked at me and then at Jeanette, his eyes scanned the room.

“What the hell are you doing?!” I yelled.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” Aida shouted.

I walked over to him and lowered my voice, “don’t you trust me? You need to stop following me and chasing me around.”

His face was beet red, “I’m sorry, it’s just the way you were looking at Joe this morning. I thought you came here to fuck him.”

I could feel the blood leaving my face, did Aida hear him, I’m sure she could. Now I’d have to explain myself to her more. Thinking he messed up my make up with Aida pissed me off more.

“You dumb ass! Stop thinking with you’re dick and use your fucking head! You were there at lunch when Cynthia and I were worried about Aida.” I said pushing him back toward the door. “Now take your empty head home and fuck yourself! Because unless you can trust me I’ll never fuck you!”

With that he stumbled back out the doorway and I slammed the door. This time I locked it. I turned back to Aida.

“I have to explain…” I said, she was quiet, waiting. “I went to make out with Jake, if for nothing else to shut him up. He talks too much. While we were there Joe came with… a girl and they started… Well that’s not important. I was shocked and stared at Joe for a little bit but then I gave Jake a blow job.” I didn’t know if Aida knew about Cynthia and I wasn’t sure I should be the one to let that out.

“What girl?” Was all she asked.

“Uh well, I don’t know if-” I started to say.

“If you really want to be friends with me you’ll tell me,” she said impassively.

Oh crap, risk my friendship with Cynthia or make up with Aida. I couldn’t back down now I’d said too much. “It was… Cynthia.”

She smiled big and hugged me tightly. “Thank you.” She was crying. Why was she crying? Cynthia and Aida both crying to me today, it’s like the world was upside down.

I just held her and rubbed her back. After a few minutes she pulled back. She led me to her room. “My mom might be home soon,” she said as she put some ice in a plastic bag.

She laid on the bed and tenderly put the bag between her legs! “What are you doing?” I asked shocked.

“I have to tell you something but this is between me and you.” She waited till I accented. “I had really rough sex, well it was practically rape, but I liked it. Now my stuff is burning and swollen. I feel like it’s on fire.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Really?” Was all I could say.

“I can’t make this up,” she said looking down at the ice pack up her skirt.

“Did you go to a doctor?”

“Oh my god, no way! I just told my mom I had really bad cramps and a lot of pain.” Jeanette explained.

“Can I see it?” I asked, then thought how awkward that was.

She shrugged and moved the ice pack then opened her legs wider and hiked up her skirt. She wasn’t wearing any panties and the light in the room gave me a good view of her bright red swollen lips. Her pussy looked angry.

“Oh shit!” I exclaimed. “That looks painful as hell. What medicine are you using? Did you put anyhing on it?”

“I tried to put lotion but that just makes it burn worse. And I’m taking some pain pills.”

“Aida, honey today is your lucky day. I’m going to fix you up.” I told her getting up and going to the bathroom. I dug through her medicine cabinet and found nothing helpful there. I ran to her parent’s bathroom and found what I needed.

When I walked back in she was in the same position but had put the ice pack back. I handed her two pills, “take these, they’ll reduce the swelling.”

While she was taking the pills I quickly opened a jar of Petroleum Jelly scooped up a generous portion on my fingers and reached up her skirt. I tried to be gentle but I was afraid she’d stop me if she knew what I was going to do.

Sure enough, I barely touched her vulva and she jumped back against the head board of her bed. “What the hell?” She started to ask.

“It’s ok, it will help.” Before she could say another word I resumed rubbing it on her. After only a few seconds she let out a sigh of relief. “Better?” I asked.

She nodded, “oh Jeanette I should have called you to do this for me this morning.”

“Well, hang tight, it’s not quite over yet. There’s a few more areas that need my attention.”

She looked at me confused. I put more of it on and reached down between her legs again, this time I pushed some of the jelly between her slit coating the inside of her lips and the rim of her vaginal opening.

Now she moaned, “oh that feels so good.”

I smiled and kept rubbing even though she was well lubricated already. I could feel my own pussy wanting some attention too. That’s when I noticed her perfectly trimmed bush.

“It looks just like Cynthia’s,” I blurted out.

She looked at me and smiled. “Yeah silly huh? I trim hers and she trims mine. Is that weird?”

I smiled and giggled at that, “that depends, you think it’s weird I’m rubbing jelly on your pussy?”

She looked down at my hand spreading the smooth jelly all over her pussy lips and laughed.

I rubbed her lips some more then slipped my fingers between them and into her hole. There I found what I’d hoped, like me her hole was getting wet. I looked at her face, she had her eyes closed and the expression of someone praying.

I realized she was trying not to enjoy it. She was trying to hold back and act like this was normal. I was pretty sure Cynthia and Aida had been doing this together long ago. Probably how they started to shave one another.

I took my time rubbing her and watched what I was doing. Where my fingers were touching. I noticed a very important spot I had missed with the jelly. It wasn’t red from irritation, that was why I didn’t touch it before. But now this wasn’t first aid any more, I was playing doctor and doctors are thorough.

I scooped up a little more jelly, her eyes opened when I stopped touching her. Perfect. Her guard would be down now thinking I was done.

With that, I went in again. This time I went straight for her button, that sensitive spot I hadn’t touched. As my jelly filled fingers made contact her eyes widened and locked onto mine. Her mouth opened and sucked in as much air as she could. When she could fit no more air in her lungs she held it there.

I swirled my fingers around her aroused clit and gave it little brushes with the tips of my fingers. I repositioned my hand a little to continuously stimulate her clit but also so I could maneuver my thumb around her tender pink lips.

Her eyes never left mine. She still held her breath. I knew she couldn’t hold it much longer. The strain was clear in her unblinking eyes. Slowly… Very slowly and deliberately I pressed my thumb between her smooth red lips all the while rubbing her clit.

I saw her mouth move. “Please,” she mouthed without any sound escaping. With that I quickly thrust my thumb as far into her hole as I could. That was all she could take, simultaneously her body erupted! I could feel her juices burst out on my hand and the bed sheets below. The air she held back now released in a, “ahhhh!”

A tear dropped from one eye and she sagged on the bed from the force of her orgasm. Slowly, tenderly I pulled my thumb out and released her button from my fingers.

“I’ve thought of doing that with you for a long time,” I told her. She was my dream girl. Cynthia was gorgeous, Aida was heavenly perfection. I wanted to be pretty like Cynthia but I dreamt of being as perfect and gorgeous as Aida.

She had it all, great breast like Cynthia, almost identical from what I’ve seen. She had nice hips and a perfect round ass. Not to mention now that I’ve seen it her pussy was like the sunshine! She had pretty eyes, great brown hair that went halfway down her back, when she didn’t put it up. She had the whole package.

I felt good for getting her off. We had barely talked to each other in over a year and now we’ve made up in a big way. I hoped this wasn’t a one time thing.

“Let’s keep this just between us,” she said quietly. Perhaps too soon to hope for her to return the favor?

“Of course,” I casually reassured her.

“Do you and Cynthia do this too? Is that why she’s been hanging out with you so much more lately?” She asked figuring me out.

I had already thrown Cynthia under the bus about Joe. “What kind of girl do you think I am? Geez, do I really want to know all the rumors you’ve been saying about me?” I was desperately deflecting.

It worked, “I’m sorry it’s just you did it so well. Like you had a lot of practice.”

I laughed. “Uh hello?” I said putting both my hands around my crotch. “I’ve had a life time to learn.”

We both laughed then. “Well, I won’t ask how you knew to take care of my little problem. I just want to say thanks, it feels a lot better.”

I could take that two ways but I guessed she meant it in the ‘innocent’ first aid I’d given her. “Sure, one thing don’t put on panties with that stuff on you, it will leave a dark stain. Shower first. But I think you’ll want to air it out a bit longer anyway,” I told her smiling. “Oh and hold off on the wild sex for another day at least.”

“Thanks doctor Jeanette,” she teased.

I looked down at her sweet pussy once more then stood up. “I better go, see you at school tomorrow?”

“Definitely, thanks to your hands,” she said then laughed. “I mean, well you know.”

I laughed too and walked home. I wonder where Joe was this whole time? Could Aida and I be friends the same way I was with Cynthia? I suddenly started to imagine Aida having sex in front of me like Cynthia has done. She’s so beautiful, I’d love just watching her fuck.

I thought of Aida half the way home. Thoughts of Aida naturally turned into thoughts of her brother. By the time I got home I was so horny. I was home now and knew I needed release, I’d have to be quiet since my father was already home.

I went to my room barely taking the time to pull off my clothes. As soon as I could I started to work on my hungry hole. I rubbed, flicked and fingered my pussy. I was dripping wet but no closer to release. I closed my eyes and imagined Joe.

After a few minutes I knew my pussy wanted something bigger than my tiny fingers in it. In frustration I got up to go to my parent’s room. Just one more time, I thought to myself. I listened at my doorway, from the sound of ice meeting glass I knew he was in family room at the bar.

I went in their room and pulled out my moms toy, excitedly carrying it back to my room. I laid on my bed and rubbed the large tip against my lips. I examined my juices building up on it. With one hand on the base I used my other to rub my slick pussy wetness all up and down the dildo.

I slipped it in my slit and pressed the tip against my tender slot. “Oh fuck I need this!” I called out as I closed my eyes and pulled the toy slowly into me.

“Oh sorr- what the fuck!” My dad’s voice shifted from embarrassment to anger as he stood in the doorway.

I pulled the toy out of me as he walked up and grabbed it away. His other hand throwing his rocks glass to the wall. He examined the toy for a second and his eyes narrowed. “Do you know what this is?”

“I’m sorry, I just… It feels so good… I mean, daddy I’m sorry.” I couldn’t get my thoughts together. My dad caught me masturbating with his replica toy cock. Maybe I wanted him to, I hadn’t even bothered closing my bedroom door.

His eyes looked at me, they looked at all of me, naked on my bed in front of him. It was then that I noticed the blood-shot red in his green eyes, indicating he had been drinking. Heavily from the looks of it.

“So, you like it?” He said lifting his replica up closer to me. “Let’s see you enjoy it.”

“Daddy-“

Without another word he lowered the dildo back to my middle. Rubbed it down to the gap between my legs. I squeezed my legs together slightly but that only angered him.

He got up and pulled my legs apart. He sat between them pinning one with his knee and the other with his body. Again he put the dildo between my legs. Then he began to slowly rub me with it.

I felt him press it into me hard. I heard myself moan as it hit bottom. My dad worked his replica cock in and out my hole several times.

“Please daddy, I’m sorry.”

“What’s the matter? You don’t like a toy cock?” He asked, with a deadly silent voice.

“I won’t use it again,” I promised, knowing I couldn’t keep that promise. The feel of his replica cock was too good to stop. I didn’t even care that this was my dad.

He pulled it out, “your right because now you will get the real one.” He pulled down his pants to his knees. Oh thank you, I wanted to scream.

I couldn’t help looking at his dick. The color was red and fleshy not pale white like the toy. As he climbed on top of my spread body I reached between us and felt it. Warm no, more like hot.

“Oh fuck, this is really happening!” I said suddenly aware of what was about to happen. Would he stop realizing he was going to fuck his little girl? No, I could smell the liquor on him he probably wouldn’t stop for anything. To be sure I pumped him a few time to keep his attention between his legs.

Part of me was disgusted, this was my father! The other part was excited, I would get some real cock at last! I would know how that toy was supposed to feel.

The reasonable half of me made one last attempt to stop this, “daddy, no…” I whispered. My mouth said no but my hands pulled his red hot mushroom up against my hungry hole.

With his heavy cock on my slit he pulled my hand out from between us. Pinning it down on the bed by to my head. I felt him fumble for my other hand to pin it down against the bed on the other side of my head. I closed my eyes a small part of me not wanting to see. My body wanting it all, opened up for him, legs spread wide for my daddy.

My legs wrapped around him invitingly as he filled my craving for cock. Even with my eyes closed I could only imagine my father. I opened my eyes to see a look of ecstasy on his face as he drove his hot rod into my burning tunnel.

In no the time he was moaning about how great my pussy felt. He moved his arms to lift his body up and drive his cock deeper into me. I put my freed arms around his waist pulling him harder into me.

“Damn you’re such a good fuck!” He grunted as he pumped my pussy. I could smell the alcohol on him, it was like cologne for my father. He almost always smelled of scotch.

With him lifted up like this I looked between us and was rewarded by the sight of our fuck. His long shaft buried into my tiny teen slit then as if in slow motion, I saw it pulling out. I could feel my wet hole tighten around the last half of my dad’s long hard pole. I didn’t want to let go of it. My arms pulled against his body.

He groaned happily but continued to pull more of his length out. My eyes fixated on his sex. Just as the ridge of his tip slipped out from the folds of my pussy, I could feel myself tightening and closing around the void left by my father’s cock.

Craving his meat I dug my nails into his back and I pulled with all my strength, my legs bent so my heels where driving him down on top of me from behind his ass.

“I need more daddy!” I begged.

“Jeanette, I…” He started.

Finally he’s resistance gave in and he allowed my arms and legs to drive him back into his little girl’s hole. I rocked my hips under him in small circles. I didn’t want to lose that much of his cock again.

“Oh, yes daddy!” I moaned. “Daddy you feel so good inside me! Do you like this daddy?” I asked as I worked underneath him.

His eyes were shut, each time I called him daddy they tightened. Was he regretting this now? Did he suddenly sober up enough to realize he was really fucking his daughter?

“Fuck me,” I encouraged. Slowly, he started moving out and back in. I laid back and arched my back as he began pumping me harder.

I was so wet! This is what my teen pussy needed all month. Why couldn’t I get more dicks into my hungry hole? Oh fuck it felt so damn good! I wanted to fuck him and Joe and Jake!

“Oh fuck!” I cried out as I could feel myself getting closer to climax. “Don’t stop! Oh yes! FucKkkk!” My nails dug into my father’s back as all my muscles contracted pulling him deep into me.

Slowly the convulsions slowed and I looked up at my dad’s face. He had his eyes closed still, he was turning red from the strain.

“Give it all to me…” I asked quiet but urgently. His mouth opened soundlessly, his eyes opened and locked on my face. I knew, he was going to cum. He kept up his pace, working my tender hole. “Give me your cum-” he twitched and drove deep into me blasting me with his seed “-daddy.”

I saw his bloodshot eyes suddenly focus on me. It was too late for him to stop the flow of his hot cream filling my pussy. His eyes closed slowly as he drained his heavy balls into me.

When he was finally done he sagged down on me for a minute then rolled over and laid there. I watched him for a minute, his breathing began to slow. He passed out quickly. I sat up and looked at my daddy’s work, his cream slowly dripping out of my happy pie hole.

I got up and dressed quietly so I would disturb him. After dressing I thought of what we had done. I felt guilty, I had basically laid a trap for him. Even if I didn’t actually plan it. If I’d have know how terrific it would feel i would have planned it.

Just thinking about it made me think of ways I could trap him again. For now though maybe I should try to cover it up and make it look like nothing happened, maybe he was too drunk and wouldn’t remember.

I looked him over, his massive penis had shrunk to half its size but it was glistening with our combined juices. I ran to my bathroom grabbed a towel and carefully dried him off. I lifted his limp dick and dried the other side. Then wiped at his wet ball sack.

I couldn’t help playing with it a little. I knew I needed to stop when after playing with it for a while he started to swell again. Time to finish clearing my tracks.

I climbed up on his stomach to get the leverage I needed to pull his pants back up. Fixed his belt and shirt best I could then for the final touch I wrapped a blanket over him.

I Took off down the hall, warmed up some food and ate quickly. As soon as I was done I piled the dished in the sink and sat in front of the TV.

Ten minutes later I heard him stumble out of my room. He looked into the theater and froze when he saw me.

“Hey daddy, you have a good nap?” I asked innocently.

“Uh,” was all he could say.

“Why didn’t you sleep in your own room?” I asked, His face pale still. “I found you there when I got home from my friend’s house. You were so out of it I covered you up and left you there.”

Slowly the color started to return to his face. He seemed a little reassured. “Um… What are you doing?” He asked slowly.

“Just watching tv, you wanna watch something with me?” I asked as I pointed to the other couch.

“…I guess.” He sat down and watched tv for a little bit.

He seemed to have sobered up after his nap. After a little while I got up and went to the kitchen and heated up some leftovers. He ate them and thanked me. It was nice having my dad hang out with me. We hardly ever did this anymore. I’m not sure why, just seems like ever since middle school he stopped spending time with me.

The fun didn’t last, he went to put his plate in the kitchen. He didn’t come back. I went looking for him and he was in his study, scotch in hand, flipping through documents on his desk.

“Daddy?” He looked up at the sound of my voice, “are you going to watch the next show with me, it’s about to start?”

His eyes drifted over my body. As they paused at my breasts he shook himself and turned away. “No. I have a lot to do tonight.”

I went back to the theater but couldn’t watch TV. For a few minutes I thought I had my old dad back but no, he was business dad again.

Guess this is what I wanted, I didn’t want him to remember that we fucked and he was going on like business as usual. Did he think it was a dream, did he remember anything? Surely he remembered something, the look on his face when he first saw me in the theater, he remembered.

I was determined to trap him again.

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