*This is my first adult story, I hope to write more if people like it*

"Could you please wear a bra when my dads around?" Tara asked. The question wasn't directed at me, of course. I'm the conservative one. The innocent one. No, the question was directed at Claire.

"Why?" the blonde girl asked. We all know she knew why. Standing 5'7", with a naturally slim build and shoulder length platinum-blonde hair framing her pretty face, her E cup boobs look almost too big on her. Even as she feigned innocence, I could see her sheer white tank top straining to contain them, her nipples outlined where they poked at the fabric. "Your dad wouldn't look anyway, he's not some creeper."

It was a conversation they had every single weekend. It was a tradition. Every saturday, Claire and I would stay at Taras house. We'd go shopping, take a dip in the pool, watch a movie, play board games, or maybe find something new to do. But every time, after dinner, we'd get changed for bed. Tara and I would put on pajamas. Claire would put on something thin with no bra that showed off her assets, and Tara would ask her to cover up next time. It had been this way since her impressive boobs had started to grow a few years ago. This time Tara seemed too tired to argue. She just sat on the bed, shooting a withering stare towards Claire.

My two best friends are opposites in many ways - Tara is tanned where Claire is pale. She's toned from running track where Claire has the softer look of a girl who doesn't need to exercise to maintain her figure. The tanned athlete tops off her good looks with curly, jet black hair and perky C cup boobs rather than Claires straight platinum blonde and huge boobs. They're both beautiful, and I'm insanely jealous of them.

I always feel like the ugly duckling next to them. A natural ginger, my hair is a waist length mess of wavy red. My skin is pale, with freckles scattered across a soft round face that people always say makes me look like a 'pretty little girl'. I get called "cute". I don't take that as a compliment. I want to be hot. I wish men would want me, not treat me like a child. Even my body is not as nice as theirs. I'm thankful for my flat tummy and thin waist, but my thighs are thicker than theirs, my butt is bigger, my hips are wider. I'm in good shape from years of playing football - soccer, as you might call it - but I can't help but envy my two best friends. Even my boobs are smaller, pointy little b-cups that make me feel like a failure. These girls have bodies to show off, and that they do, knowing full well that their bodies will always be admired. Meanwhile I hide my body. I always wear thick hoodies or shapeless sweaters. I'd rather just look bad than to try my hardest and still be outclassed by my friends. It doesn't help that I'm also shy, quiet and introverted, either. I'd rather be reading or playing videogames than going out to parties. When they do drag me out I usually hide in a corner while they dance and get all the attention.

It's not that I don't want attention. I wish I had their confidence, especially with Claire always showing off to Theo. He's Taras dad. Although he's three times my age I've had a crush on him for years. His square jaw, wide shoulders and long, thick black hair are to die for. He's fit, too, a muscular bull of a man with a the chiseled body of a greek god, thick biceps and a strong chest I always wanted to touch, with lightly tanned skin and a thick mane of wavy black hair that hangs down past his broad shoulders and flows around his thick neck. Although I'd deny any interest if I were asked, he's given me thoughts I'd be ashamed to admit.

On top of all that, he's an amazing chef. On that night he'd cooked his delicious greek style lemon chicken, and made an amazing rich cheesecake for dessert. He'd said he was trying a new recipe, and it was delicious. I still felt terrible though - Id been so full that I had given most of mine to Claire and Tara.

It had been a big day, so it was no surprise that we decided to sleep early. As we said our goodnights, I didn't think much of it.

I didn't know what time it was when I woke up. From my place on the fold out futon I shared with Claire, I could feel myself lying on my side, my back pressed against the wall. A crack of light had appeared at the bedroom door past the slumbering shape of Claire, but my eyes were so heavy...

"Girls!" came Theo's hushed whisper from the doorway, rousing me from sleep once more. I opened my eyes just a crack, and could see the handsome older man standing in the doorway. It was open all the way now, and there was enough light to make everything visible - including Theo, who stood shirtless in the doorway. It wasn't the first time he'd checked on us in the night, and I'd admired his muscular body more times than I would ever admit, but this was somehow different. His tone was different. Dangerous. It was the type of tone I'd imagined him using as he took me, in my wildest fantasies. I squeezed my thighs together and kept my eyes open only a crack as he crept further into the room towards his daughters bed and gently shook her by the arm. "Tara, are you awake?"

She didn't respond, and he stood once more. I was expecting him to go, but instead he moved towards the futon. What on earth was he doing? I knew I was in the darkest corner, but still I pretended to be asleep. As he moved closer, I noticed he was wearing only a pair of thin boxer shorts. He leaned down over Claire, his large hand on her shoulder, and shook her as he had Tara, gently calling her name.

As my mind moved back and forth between tiredness and this unexplained excitement, I found myself wondering why they didn't wake up. But as he moved around the futon and leaned over to give me a quick shake and call my name, I too stayed silent. Not because I was alseep, but because the feeling of his large, calloused hand and his voice calling my name in the dead of night bought thoughts I'd rather not face, and a tingle to my loins.

He straightened, moving back towards Claire, then paused. He cleared his throat, and in a clear, strong voice, barked "Girls!"

I would have jumped if he hadn't cleared his throat first. He looked at each of us, then reached for the lamp on the shelf above the futon and turned it on. Bright light flooded the room, and I squeezed my eyes shut. The light seemed to dim a moment later, and I opened my eyes just a crack to see that he had turned the lamp, moving it so that it pointed directly at Claire. She lay still at the edge of the bed, her large chest rising and falling with the stay breaths of a deep sleep. But my eyes were on Theo. He towered over her, his broad and muscled body appearing to gleam in the light, his eyes shining with a predatory look that I had never seen on him. It excited me, and felt the heat growing between my legs. I wanted to touch myself. But more than that, I wanted HIM to touch me. But as usual, I was ignored. His gaze was fixed upon Claire.

As my eyes wandered his body, I had to catch my breath as I noticed something completely new. He wore thin black boxer shorts, and beneath then I could see a huge bulge, sticking out just inches from my sleeping friends face. She was completely oblivious, still sound asleep, lying unconscious on her back. He stepped closer to her, his bulge now almost touching her. One hand reached down and I watched, wide eyed, as he began to stroke her large breasts, gently pinching her nipples through the fabric of her sheer white top.

I knew it was wrong. Everything I'd ever seen or heard told me that I should be terrified. Disgusted. My friend was fast asleep, not three feet away, while the father of another friend - a man I had known since childhood - molested her in her sleep. But all I felt was arousal... and jealousy. You see, it's true that everyone I knew saw me as the innocent one, uninterested in sex. But they didn't know my thoughts. Nobody knew that I fantasized about sex, or that my disinterest in boys was only because I was so interested in older men. And nobody ever would have guessed my secret fantasy of being molested, even raped.

So I guess most girls would have found this challenging for different reasons. My eyes were open just a crack, but I could see him reaching down with his other hand now, pulling her top up. His hand slid along the pale skin of her flat stomach, stopping as he reached her large breasts. Most girls might have been scared, and struggled to resist the urge to scream, or to cry. But as he pulled the top further, Claires large breasts spilling out of her too-small shirt, I instead struggled with my own jealousy. I wanted to be his target. His victim. I wanted to beg him to touch me as he now touched her. But I couldn't. I was terrified of what he would think, that he would be angry at me for being awake, or - even worse - that he would simply reject me, that he would not want me to watch.

While his left hand continued to squeeze the flesh of her huge boobs, his right reached down to his shorts. He reached into his shorts, and then pushed them down, and his organ sprang free. I squeezed my legs together, my mouth opening slightly as his thick, veiny cock was revealed. Maybe it was the lighting. Maybe it was the excitement. Maybe it was simply because I'd never seen a grown mans dick in person before, but it looked huge. Not cartoonishly huge, but far bigger than I'd expected, a thick, heavy chunk of meat that seemed far too big for the hand that held it. The big, bulbous purple tip glistened in the light, and even through my half closed eyes I could see the thick pulsing veins that covered the broad shaft, giving it a mean and dangerous look, like something that existed only to dominate. I squeezed my thighs together, transfixed as I felt excitement coursing through my body. I'm sure my face must have been flushed red, but still he paid no attention to me.

He held it in one hand, and slowly lowered it until it rested on Claires face. His other hand squeezed her breasts on more time before moving up to her chin, and he pushed his cock against her lips. He shoved it closer, his free hand holding her dainty chin and moving her mouth apart. I heard a groan as Claires mouth opened around him, the tip of his organ disappearing between her lips. He pushed in further, forcing her mouth wide, until the sleeping girl made a soft choking sound. Then he pulled back, his glorious cock glistening with her saliva. He began rocking back and forth, one hand going back to fondle and grope her larger breasts while the other cradled her face. The motion was almost hypnotic, a smooth rocking of his hips, his thick shaft sliding in and out of her mouth, just a few inches of the thick organ sliding in and out between her lips as the rest of his length lay torturously untouched. The soft cushions of the futon moved in time with his movement, and I felt as though I was part of it. Theo had his head back now, his eyes closed as his thrusting slowly became faster.

Claire was making sounds now, and yet she still showed no signs of waking. A wet squelching sound came from her mouth, and the occasional gagging sound as his thick veiny cock thrust in and out of her mouth. I briefly worried that he would choke her, but noticed he was still only using the tip of his cock.

He groaned loudly, and thrust himself deeper. Claire gagged as he held himself in her. Theo twitched, letting out one last loud groan as he pulled out of my sleeping friends mouth until his twitching cock was pulled free. A glob of thick cum spurted forth, landing on her cheek. Another followed, then another. He tried to catch it with his hand but a thick glob of it escaped to land on her face, and a few drops had landed on the bed between us.

Theo turned, grabbing a handful of tissues from the box Tara keeps on her nightstand, and quickly began wiping Claires face, his thick cock still hanging from his shorts, glistening with cum and spit. He finished cleaning her with a wet wipe, and quickly dabbed at a spot that had landed on the bed. I watched greedily as he tucked his thick beautiful dick back in to his shorts, turned off the lamp and hurried out the door.

I was in awe. I had never been so turned on in my life. I was shaking like a leaf from the combination of fear and arousal, excitement and jealousy. I sighed in disappointment before reaching between my own legs to touch myself at last.

 

Thanks!

 

Nicely written I want to hear more

 

***New part is up. No smut in this bit but its setting up for the next part I'll put up over the next few days which will have a little more action***



It had taken me hours to fall asleep after what I had seen that night. My mind was reeling, a swirling storm of emotions. I had watched my friends father - a man I had secretly admired for years - come into our room at night during our weekly sleep over and molest our other unconscious friend as she slept. I had seen my first real cock. I had witnessed my first sexual assault. I had seen cum for the first time, watching as his thick cock had spurted it on my friends unconscious face. I spent the next few hours going over it in my head.

Why had Claire and Tara not woken up? I realised it must have been the cheesecake that Theo, Taras handsome and apparently sexually deviant father, had made for dessert the night before. I had given my share to my friends when Theo was out of the room, having filled up on dinner and not wanting to hurt his feelings by refusing it.

Had he done this before? I realised that the week before last he had waited to give us dessert until we had finished our after dinner movie,. We had gone to sleep soon after, and woken feeling particularly groggy. I had been worse hit, feeling a little sick the next day. But before that we had never eaten and gone straight to bed, so I decided it was unlikely he had drugged us before then.

Was he only interested in Claire? I briefly wondered, hopefully, if he was interested in me in the same way. But no. I was the "cute" one of our little trio. Claire was the tall, slender pale blonde with the enormous E cup breasts who walked around without a bra before bed time. Tara was the tanned, sporty, fitness model looking girl with the perfect body. I was just the nerd. Boys called my friends hot, but the best I got was "cute". The little freckle faced ginger who looked 5 years younger than the others and dressed conservatively, hiding beneath baggy clothes while the others showed off their assets. And of course Tara was his daughter so that was unlikely - although I felt a brief flash of excitement at that taboo thought. But no, he had gone straight for Claire, pulling up her shirt, playing with her large breasts and raping her mouth while she slept.

The next question was, would he do it again? I saw no reason why not, and I began planning, thinking of ways I could stay awake to see more next time, hoping to see him escalate and do more to my friend. Hoping that maybe, eventually, he would even tire of her and turn to me.
Despite my inexperience, I had always secretly fantasised about things my friends would call sick. Things like rape. So this night had been a dream come true, even though I was sick with jealousy that, as usual, Claire was chosen instead of me. I began playing with myself, confident that my friends would stay asleep and a little excited by the thought. I began treating myself a little more roughly, pinching my nipples and playing with my breasts as he had played with Claires. I stroked myself, imagining it was his thick fingers instead of mine. I put three fingers into myself, treating myself more roughly than ever before as I fantasized about Theo coming back in for more, only to find me playing with myself and turn his attentions to me instead. Perhaps he would grab my head and force his thick, veiny cock into my mouth? Or perhaps he would climb on top of me, and take my virginity? My thoughts became increasingly perverted until I brought myself to climax, and sank into a deep and restful sleep.

***

Despite the others having been drugged, I was the last to wake. I guess staying up so long had hit me hard. Tara shook me awake, already bright and chirpy, and I sat up slowly. I thought back to the events of the last night, and told myself it must have been a vivid dream. I sure didn't feel like one, but it made more sense.

"Come on" Tara said cheerfully "You don't want to miss breakfast!"

We took turns getting dressed in Taras bathroom, and I used the opportunity to splash my face with water while I thought everything I had seen - or dreamed - last night. We went downstairs as a group, and there stood Theo, smiling happy at us from the stove as he friend up a batch of pancakes.

"Just in time! I hope you're all hungry!"

"I'm starving", Claire replied "Plus I have kind of a weird taste in my mouth."

A look of concern crossed the mans handsome face. "Oh? Are you feeling ok?"

I bit my lip, suddenly terrified he would be found out, but Claire just smiled, eagerly replying "Nothing pancakes can't fix!"

"I'm glad to hear it", he said with a cheerful laugh, sliding a pancake from the frying pan onto the plate in front of Claire before turning to me. "And what about you, Amy? You look a little pale, did you sleep at all last night?"

"Yes!" I answered a little too quickly before catching myself and forcing a smile of my own "I'm just a little groggy. I just need to wake up a little."

Theo nodded thoughtfully as he tended to the pancakes. "Well, I hope you feel better soon. We wouldn't want you getting sick."

And so the rest of the day went much as usual. We went swimming, we had lunch, watched movies, and talked about boys. But the entire time, I couldn't stop thinking about Theo. His body, seeing his dick, and certainly the fact that he had drugged us in order to use my friend as a sex toy. I went home at about six, and still it was all I could think about. From then on, I was obsessed. I started looking up rape porn, I read stories of people who had been drugged and assaulted, I read up on various drugs used, and I looked for ways to counter them so I could see it all again next week. I also started thinking of ways to pretend to eat it, or even to throw it up afterwards.

It dragged by, but I was so excited. We did all the usual things, but all day I kept thinking about what I hoped to see after the others went to bed. But disaster struck - Claire ate too much for dinner, and when Theo came in as we finished watching a bad horror move to give us homemade Mousse, Claire set hers aside. She only ate a fraction, while I watched Theo try to hide his disappointment. Normally I would have assumed it was because he wanted us to enjoy his creations, but of course now I knew better. I doubt the others noticed, but I saw his eyes linger on Claires impressive chest where the dark outlines of her nipples poked at her usual sheer white top, her enviable breasts once again straining at the fabric as she sat back on the sofa, as she apologised and turned her focus back to the terrible movie we had been watching. His disappointed expression told me that my own hopes for that night had just gone out the window. I ate my own, knowing that he wouldn't be stupid enough to take the risk now anyway, and that it might make him doubt his whole plan if I didn't, and we slept soon after.

My sleep, while certainly deeper than what I would get at home, was not as deep as it had been that night a few weeks ago when I suspect we had first been drugged. I was the first to wake. As I lay in bed thinking, I realised that Theo had taken care to give me a specific dessert. Had he given me a smaller dose, due to my grogginess those past few times? I started thinking about how I could use that to my advantage, and when the others woke, I pretended to sleep a little longer. I felt wide awake, but I acted a little groggy.

When we went downstairs, Theo was making breakfast again.
"Good morning, girls" he said with a smile "Did everyone sleep ok?"

We nodded and gave a chorus of yes, and he looked to me "And you, Amy? I know you've been feeling a little off in the morning the last few times you've slept over."

"A lot better this time", I said, intentionally making myself sound just a little groggy "But still not a hundred percent."

"Hope it's not a reaction to something I use to cook. I'll try something different next time, I think I know the problem."

"I look forward to it", I said with a very genuine smile, hoping that meant a far weaker drug. I still wasn't confident disposing of his food without being discovered, and I suspected I could find a way around a weaker dose.

The rest of the day was normal, once more. We swam, we went shopping, we had lunch, and then I went home, frustrated and horny. I continued my research, and even started playing with makeup. Could I get him to look at me like that? Could I get him to touch me next time, instead of Claire?

I continued to plan, and to dream.

 

*Just finished the new part, let me know if there are any mistakes I missed bc I'm tired*

Another week dragged by. Another week of school, meaningless chatter and all the things I usually enjoyed but couldn't. I found myself even more jealous of Claire, and it bothered me every time a male checked her out. I had trouble focusing on studies, and my usual TV shows, youtubers and games seemed bland and disinteresting. Instead I sunk myself deeper into my obsession with sexual assault, spending most of my time looking up poorly acted rape porn, talking on forums or roleplaying with strange men in chat rooms.

The weekend finally came, and once again I spent the whole day thinking about what I hoped to see or experience. We went out to lunch, we went shopping, and we had had a bit of fun kicking around a ball in the park, with Tara outclassing us as usual. When night came, we watched TV and did a little online shopping. After dinner we got changed, with Tara and I in pajamas and Claire, of course, wearing a loose white sleeveless top that somehow did even more to accentuate her assets than usual. I noticed she also decided to wear a pair of loose fitting cotton shorts tonight.

We settled in to watch a horror movie, and when it dragged on, I started to worry that Theo wasn't going to give us dessert. That he'd changed his mind about his predatory behavior. But as the movie was reaching a crescendo, the music at its most tense, with us all leaning forward in our seats, he leapt around the corner with a shout of "Dessert!" making Tara and I nearly jump from our seats as Claire let out a frightened yelp.

We all laughed, and he presented us each with an exquisite chocolate mousse. I couldn't help but smile like an idiot at the thought of what he meant, and thankfully he took that as a simple eagerness for dessert. He handed us each a specific mousse, and smiled as we dug in. I was sure he had given me a weaker dose of whatever drug he had been feeding us so I made a show of wolfing down my first mouthful and as he turned away, I expertly scraped most of it into a waiting plastic bag that I had placed in my handbag for just that reason. I had practiced that exact move countless times over the last few days, and was proud of myself for pulling it off so flawlessly. By the time his eyes came back to me, I was eagerly scraping the last scraps of it into my mouth.

"Wow" he laughed as I began licking the edges of the small dessert bowl "I think I'll have to make a double serving for you next time."

"Yes please", I practically panted, barely able to hide how eager I was to watch him face fuck my friend in her sleep.

He smiled proudly as he turned to leave, and I saw his gaze linger on Claire, her shirt riding up slightly as she half - lay splayed across the sofa, her legs apart in a most unladylike fashion as she stared intently at the crazed face of the killer on the TV screen. It was a quick glance, but enough that I noticed before left the room and wandered back down the hallway.

"Close your legs" Tara said to Claire.

Claire simply smiled, poked her tongue out and said "Nah", and that was that.

The movie ended just a few minutes later with the main character thinking she had escaped, only to be attacked from behind before the screen faded to black and the credits rolled. We brushed our teeth, and got ready for bed.

I didn't even remember falling asleep. I woke up to his voice, as he called his daughters name.

"Tara!" he urged as my eyes adjusted to the dim light. I could see him there on the far side of the room as he released her shoulder, wearing a black shirt and the same loose boxer shorts I remembered from my last experience.

Apparently satisfied, he stood and made his way to us. He seemed to pause for a moment when he saw that I had taken the side of the futon where Claire usually slept, and barked her name as he gave her a quick shake.

He turned to me, and I held my eyes shut, making sure to keep my breathing even as if I were still sleeping. His hand clasped my shoulder, and I felt a rush of excitement as he barked "Amy!" and gave me a gentle shake. I lay still, and felt him move away from me and back to Claire.

I knew when he had turned on the light, even with my eyes still closed, the sudden brightness shining pink through my eyelids made it obvious, and I could tell he was repositioning it. I opened my eyes just a crack, and could see him once more standing at Claires head, rubbing the growing bulge in his shorts.

"Fuck yeah" he groaned to himself as he rubbed himself with one hand, the other reaching down to pinch at Claires nipples through her top. "Show me those big tits, you little slut."

It was barely more than a whisper, but his words turned me on even more, and I felt the growing heat between my legs as he slowly lifted her top, her large breasts spilling out into the light.

I lay still as I watched, turned slightly to the side with my back to the wall. The lamp above the futon on which we lay shone down on Claire as Theos large hands squeezed and groped at her flesh, tugging and pinching her nipples. The light shining between us made it a little harder for me to see him, but I was thankful that it would likely make it harder for him to see me too.

He continued to talk to her too, his voice a low and husky growl that sent a shiver down my spine as he called her a little tease, complimenting her on her breasts. I watched jealously as he bent down low, his mouth covering one nipple as he sucked and licked them, alternating between them before pulling back, sucking and pulling at her soft flesh. His other hand began to move, and it took me a moment to realise that he was now reaching down into her shorts.

"Lets see if we can moisten you up a little" he murmered as he stood once more, quickly glancing around the room with what I took to be a moment of guilt.

But then he moved, grabbing her hips and turning her so that her legs dangled from the bed. He repositioned her, his thick, strong arm looping under her as he moved her so that her head was resting against my stomach and her legs dangling from the bed. I watched as he got down on his knees, pulling her legs over her shoulder and tugging her flimsy cotton shorts to the side. From this angle, I could just make out a small tuft of her pale pubic hair as he sank his head between her legs. His thick black hair spilled over her pale thighs like a cascade of silk, and I heard her breath begin to quicken ever so slightly.

With the light of the lamp now shining into his eyes, I knew he would be unable to zee me. My envy and arousal were almost overwhelming as he began eating her out, and when I saw one of his hands creeping up her flat stomach to fondle and grope her breasts, I could barely contain myself. I reached down, slowly and carefully, and unbuttoned my own pajama top, and began to pinch and pull at my own smaller B cup breasts, teasing and rubbing my areolae as he did to my friend, pinching and pulling at my own hardening nipples as he did the same to hers. I was not brave enough to reach a hand down my own pants, but I craved his touch, and my own heat and moistness felt overwhelming as I played enviously with my own boobs.

Claire was beginning to breathe more rapidly, letting out the occasional strangled moan, and I could see glimpses of his mouth vigorously licking her as the hand not tending to her breasts rubbed eagerly at her clitoris.

After a few more minutes, she arched her back slightly, a low moan escaping her lips. I quickly pulled my hand from my top, and lay still as he stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his large, strong hand.

He began to adjust Claire once more, her head sliding from where it had been resting on my stomach, but stopped, his eyes falling on me. I froze, closing my eyes fully and reminding myself to breathe. Had he seen me? The light was still between us, and I had mastered the trick of keeping my eyes open only a little, but why had he stopped? I kept my eyes shut, waiting for a sign of what to do next.

"Well shit", he said to himself, a hand tugging at my top. I felt it fall open where I had unbuttoned it, and his fingers released another button, then another. I felt cold air wash over my chest as he pulled the fabric away, and goosebumps spread across my bare, pale skin. I'm sure my cheeks were red with humiliation, but he wasn't looking at my face. He would surely be so disappointed. He had just been so interested in Claires perfect chest, her big bound E cups that drew the eyes of every man even if she wore a sweater. Surely he would be disgusted by mine, my pointy little B cups with areolae I always considered a little too big.

"Looks like cute little Amy has some cute little tits" he muttered softly, a surge of excitement shooting through my body as his large, warm hands cupped my breasts and squeezed them. Surely he was just horny and liked anything in front of him after seeing Claire, but still I found his touch to be the most electrifying thing I had ever experienced, and struggled to keep my breathing as his thick fingers rubbed circles around my nipples as he had to Claire. I let out an involuntary sigh as he pinched my nipples and pulled, and he chuckled. Then his hands were gone, and I almost cried out in anguish to feel his touch once more.

I felt a weight come down on the end of the bed, and his hands grabbed my hips as he pulled me towards him. What was he doing? His hands rubbed my skin, and I felt weightless in his arms as he moved my hips to the edge of the bed. For a moment I was bent uncomfortably at the weist, and had to will myself to remain limp and unresponsive. I felt my legs dangling from the bed, and I knew I must now be side by side with my still unconscious friend. Was he about to do to me what he had done to Claire?

He tugged at my pants, pulling them down to my knees, and suddenly I felt self conscious again as he continued to remove them, pulling one of my limp legs free with some difficulty. I didn't think I was doing a good job of sleeping, but thankfully it must have been enough. Suddenly goth my legs were free, dangling from the edge of the bed.

I'd been carefully shaving between my legs every morning for the past two weeks, and I was proud of how smooth the skin down there was.

"Oh that's a nice little pussy" he hissed, his fingers gently stroking the freshly shaven skin, teasing at my inexperienced little slit. I couldn't help but exhale, my own arousal driving me crazy as he simply laughed.

"Fuck, you're so wet" he said in that same husky growl he had used with Claire, his fingers teasing at me "Cute little Amy's a secret slut, huh?"

Unable to resist, I parted my still dangling legs slightly, and I sensed him stepping back. Had I been discovered? No. I felt him shifting Claire around on the bed once more, and I was briefly disappointed, sure he had gone back to his favorite. I felt something resting on my bare thigh, and a second later he grabbed me again, shifting me back and lifting my legs, positioning me so that my legs were spread wide apart on the bed.

I dared to open my eyes just a crack, my breathing still heavy, and realized he had us both side by side with our legs apart, our thighs touching, while he stood back looking down on us. His thick cock was in his hands, hard and mean looking. It stuck up and out between his legs, a solid rod of muscle criss-crossed with angry, throbbing veins, the bulbous purple head exposed as he rubbed up and down the length with his strong, powerful hands, glaring down at our exposed pussies.

I watched in awe as he picked up the pace, tightening his grip. His large hand could barely close around the thick organ, and I longed to have it inside me.

He reached down his free hand as he worked his shaft, the hand on his cock now a blur. The bulbous head now glistened with precum as his free hand went between Claires legs, and I felt her writhing next to me. It seemed like forever before his hand left her and a thick finger slid teasingly along my virgin entrance. I closed my eyes, and allowed myself a soft moan.

"Mmm, such a tight little slut" he groaned as he slowly stroked my labia, his touch as light as a feather.

He was breathing heavily now, and I could hear his hand working at his thick cock. When I no longer felt his touch, I opened my eyes once more, and I could see him standing there, his large shape looming over us as his hand worked furiously at himself.

He let out a low grunt, then another as he came, spurts of cum landing on Claires flat stomach. There came another, and another, and he turned slightly, the last spurt landing on my stomach and slowly running down to my belly button. I flinched, but thankfully he didn't seem to be paying attention.

A look of guilt or regret appeared on his handsome face, just for a moment. He turned and produced a wadded bunch of sanitary wipes before quickly and methodically wiping his cum from both myself and Claire, the wipes cold on my skin as he cleaned his leftover fluids from me.

He slid my pajamas back onto me with practiced expertise, giving my right nipple a soft pinch before buttoning my pajama top once more.

Then he turned to Claire, and I felt a brief rush of intense jealousy as I watched his hands roaming her body, sliding between her legs before straightening her small cotton shorts, fondling her large breasts as he straightened her sheer white top.

Next we were moved, his strong hands shifting our limp bodies back to our positions on the futon before he cleaned up the last scraps of evidence and left the room, leaving me with my heart pounding hard as my fingers at last reached between my legs to tend to my own overpowering desire.

 

Are you sure this is your 1st grown up story? Other than a couple of typos/spellcheck errors your story is erotic, sensual, and gets me horny as hell. Looking forward to MANY more chapters ......

 

Very good story

 

Thank you for this, beautifully written.

 

I love it @UntouchedRed .

 

Love your story - erotic - drop me a line perhaps we can chat roleplays .....

 

*Part 4 is here! Might be a few more mistakes than usual that I'll get to later, I'm tired af right now*

When he left the room, I couldn't control myself. As soon as he the door clicked shut behind him, my fingers were inside myself as I pulled at my nipples with my other hand, pinching and twisting them as he had while I punished my virgin pussy as I wanted his cock to. I attacked myself, venting my frustrations and punishing myself for not being his favourite. When I came, moaning into a pillow to silence myself, I couldn't help but go again. I was gentler the second time as I struggled with my own guilt, my own perverted arousal.

Shouldn't I be disgusted at what he had done? I should at least be disgusted at him molesting my friend in her sleep - I knew she would be. Somehow a part of me just found that even more arousing, knowing my friend had been degraded, even violated. It made me think I deserved the same treatment, and I began punishing myself again, knowing I'd never get the punishment I deserved, or even craved. Even if Theo turned his attentions to me it would be less than I deserved. I wanted it, so it would never be such a betrayal for me. No, I deserved something horrible, and the thought only excited me more.

I don't know how long I spent pleasuring myself, but I do remember feeling tired. I fell asleep eventually, and it felt as if no time at all had passed when I woke up to the sound of Claires phone buzzing.

We got up, had breakfast and did all our usual things. Every time I looked at Claire I imagined Theo, and I could think about little else. When I finally got home I went straight to my bedroom to pleasure myself again, and that was how I spent much of my home time throughout the next week.

Much to my disappointment, we went to a party the next weekend. Claire and Tara took the plunge and decided to sample some alcohol someone bought, and it seemed to take hold quite quickly. They ended up passing the night dancing and flirting with the popular boys while Jonas, a nerdy boy from the school, sat and talked to me about our mutual love of horror movies. I should have appreciated someone paying attention to me at all, but all I could think about was Theo. When Claire ended up making out with a boy from class on the sofa, I found myself hoping they would do more - after all, I thought, if Claire had a boyfriend perhaps she would miss our sleepovers and Taras father would have no choice but to turn his attentions to me.

But it was not to be. Tara dragged Claire away from him and we left the party, myself sober and rather annoyed while my friends were being drunk and annoying. They insisted on sleeping at my house since it was closer to the party. It was also convenient that my parents work nights so they wouldn't be around to get angry at Claire and Tara for their underaged drinking.

So another week passed. Another week of sexual frustration punctuated by memories of Theos touch. When Saturday finally came, I was excited. I enjoyed spending time with my friends, and of course I was eager to see what the night would bring. It was a nice day, so after shopping we went to the park to kick around the ball again. Once again, Tara completely outclassed us, and seemed to be in a particularly show-off mood. When we decided to leave she was still full of energy and ran to vault over the fence, but her foot slipped and she fell, one leg on each side of the fence as she came down hard.

The look on her face was priceless, and Claire and I had to stifle our laughter at her shrill cry of pain. I know we don't have balls, but a hard impact to the groin hurts us too. She toppled to the grass and lay on the ground for a moment as we expressed our concern, but soon she was up and limping again, her sporty nature making sure she was too proud to admit how much it hurt. But it made me think again about something that had been worrying me; what if Claire woke up feeling the aftereffects of Theos touch? I hadn't noticed anything that would have stood out if I hadn't been aware of what he was doing, but he focused more on Claire. If she woke to aching nipples and a sore vagina on top of the occasional sticky skin and wet patches in the bed, how long would it take for her to suspect something? Thankfully she'd mentioned night sweats last time, but surely she would start to suspect something if he kept escalating.

Regardless, we made our way to Taras house, and when we explained why she was limping to her Theo, I managed to steer the conversation to waking up sore, hoping he would get the idea and be careful. I didn't want our fun to end in disaster.

As day turned to night, the thought kept bothering me, but I couldn't ignore my excitement. After another delicious dinner, I decided to get changed last.

Tara emerged from her bedroom in the usual pyjamas, with a button up blue top and matching pants that hid her lithe athletes' body but accentuated her olive tanned skin and the thick black hair that framed her fine boned face.

Claire emerged from the bathroom in a top so typical of her, a sheer white T shirt just little too tight and a little too thin so that her impressively sized boobs strained against the material, her nipples clearly outlined where the nubs poked through the fabric. She wore pyjama pants this time, and I hoped that Theo might not focus so much on her tonight if it was a pain to remove the pants from the slender platinum blonde beauty, but I knew that may be a bit much to hope for.

I excused myself and moved into the bathroom as soon as Claire was out, telling my friends that I needed a shower and to start the movie without me. They barely even noticed, Tara already beginning the traditional lecture for Claire to cover up so that Theo wouldn't see the blonde girls impressive assets.

As soon as the door closed, I stripped off and looked in the mirror. I knew I didn't have the sporty models looks of Tara, or Claires natural pornstar body. But Theo paying attention to me last week had helped my confidence immensely. My boobs, smaller than those of my friends and slightly pointy, had still grabbed his attention when he thought I was sleeping, and he had seemed quite happy with my pink, virgin slit and the fact that I had taken to shaving it regularly. With my red hair, my freckles, the little bit of remaining baby fat around my soft face I had always been looked at as "cute", as the childlike nerdy one of my group, but his looks and touch had made me question that.

I turned to double check that the toilet seat was down, then sat naked on the cold surface, my legs apart, and pleasured myself thinking of the older man downstairs, who even now was cooking up some delicious dessert that he would drug us with so that he could touch us in our sleep, to molest and abuse girls just a third of his age.

The thought got me off quickly, and I had a hurried shower before drying off and slipping into my own sleepwear. Tonight I had decided to break tradition. I had bought an adorable pink summer pyjama set, with a button up silk Tee and small, loose fitting, matching silk shorts. I had chosen them specifically to give Theo easy access, and they looked great as well.

When I walked into the room, Claire and Tara instantly began gushing over them. I suppose it was a big change, seeing me wear anything nice rather than the same old cheap and shapeless stuff, and we had a long conversation, ignoring the movie while I showed them more like mine on the stores facebook page. We just ended up talking for a long time, and suddenly the movie was over and Theo was giving us each a carefully selected slice of delicious homemade red velvet cheesecake.

It was a shame to sneak so much of it into the little baggy hidden in my handbag as I had been practicing, but I knew I wanted to be fully awake for tonight, even if he was sure I was asleep. Seeing him casually eyeing us before he left gave me the motivation I needed though, and soon we were all done and crowded around the sink brushing our teeth before I took a quick bathroom break to flush the evidence of the tragically wasted dessert.

Then it was off to bed.

I had planned ahead for tonight, going for multiple drinks of coke through the night and multiple bathroom breaks. I asked Claire if she could sleep against the wall tonight so that I could have the outside of the futon we shared in case I needed more toilet breaks. She hadn't even questioned it, and now I could make myself more accessible for Theo.

It didn't take long for Claire and Tara to fall asleep as the drugged dessert took hold, and their steady breathing was soon the only sound in the room. For me it took forever. Have you ever tried waiting for something without moving? It seems like an eternity. It probably only took about twenty minutes, but it felt like I had waited for hours.

At long last, the bedroom door opened just a crack. I let my breathing become slow and heavy, and closed my eyes most of the way as I so often had. He walked in, his strong chest bare, black hair cascading down to cover his broad shoulders. He wore dark, thin shorts, and I could see there was already a tent in them where his erection strained to escape.

"Girls!" he called out, the usual test to see if we were awake. He was obviously getting far more confident in himself.

As usual, he then made the rounds. First, he shook Tara by the shoulder, calling her name as he did so. But this time he did something different, sliding the blanket from her shoulders before he turned to Claire and I.

He seemed to pause for a moment when he noticed that we had switched place, and I closed my eyes properly as he approached, and braced myself.

"Amy!" he called out softly, his large hand gently shaking my shoulder.

Then it was gone, and a moment later, I heard him calling Claire.

Then the light was on, and I could feel him repositioning the lamp above myself and Claire. I felt that familiar rush of excitement between my legs, and then disappointment as I felt his weight on the edge of the bed. He was reaching right past me, to Claire. How could he not? I could feel him moving around, no doubt lifting her top to reveal her big double D boobs, and more movement as he no doubt played with them. He began praising her, muttering about her "big perfect tits", and I heard the familiar wet sounds of his mouth, no doubt working her nipples.

But then he shifted again. I felt his hands on my body, and my heart skipped a beat.

"And what's this pretty little getup you're wearing, Amy?" he asked, obviously expecting no response. I felt my nipples stiffening as his hands went to my chest, and he seemed to notice, his large hands roaming my body as his thumbs rubbed my nipples through the thin top. "Did you wear this just for me, huh, you dirty little slut?"

I was so excited having him talk to me like that, his hands touching my body. He began to slowly unbutton my top, and I felt him pulling the fabric apart as his hot breath washed over my pale, exposed skin, loins burning with desire as he paid so much attention to my B cup boobs. As he leaned down and took my exposed right nipple in his hungry mouth, the hair of his beard pricking my soft skin, I couldn't help but let out a tiny moan. He laughed.

"Such a horny little slut, aren't you?"

He had no idea, I thought to myself, fighting every part of my being that wanted to simply open my eyes and beg him to take me. I held my breath as his large hand slid down my body, gently pulling aside my small silk shorts to stroke my freshly shaven outer lips, his thick finger just barely touching but sending a shiver of excitement up my spine.

"Let's have a look at this perfect little pussy" he said as he shifted his weight again, his hot breath now directly on my needy, virgin slit, bringing another soft moan from my lips as his finger teased at my moist entrance. "And always so wet. You can tell this one wants it. Don't worry cutie, your time will come, but daddy has something else to do tonight."

And with that, he was up and moving away from me. I wanted to call out, to beg him to come back. Instead I opened my eyes to find him, and was surprised to find that he'd moved back across the room to stand over Tara, his daughter.

What was he doing there?

Then I saw the phone. I was sure he hadn't been holding it before, but all that mattered was that he was now. He must have been recording. I suddenly felt humiliated and ashamed. Had he been recording us a moment ago? The way he was talking, the shifting of his weight... he must have been. Strangely enough, I felt betrayed, and ashamed for feeling that way. What was wrong with me? I was fine with him touching me, touching girls a third of his age, but not with him recording us? He had been molesting my friend in her sleep, but this was what made me feel bad? No, I told myself. I deserved this, and so much more.

So, I watched, curious. He had the phone light on, and seemed to be moving the phone along his sleeping daughters body, slowly panning up and down. His other hand reached down, and I realised he was slowly unbuttoning her pyjama top. His own daughters top. I watched in awe, forgotten in the back corner of the room as he slowly pulled her shirt open, revealing her slender, toned form. Her olive skin seemed to glisten in the light, her perky C cup boobs rising and falling as she breathed deeply in her sleep. His hand squeezed one, then the other, gently pinching her tiny dark nipples as he did, the phone still hovering. I noticed he was keeping it away from her face. A small relief at least.

I looked on in awe as he bent down, his lips pursed, and sucked her nipple into his mouth before releasing it, swirling his tongue around it slowly before slowly kissing his way down her flat, toned stomach. He grabbed her hips, shifting her around the bed until she lay sideways, her legs dangling from the edge. He rested the phone on the bed for just a moment. Then, in a practiced motion he somehow made look easy, he lifted her hips and pulled her pants completely off in one swift moment, leaving her long legs dangling bare. He picked up the phone once more and panned down her body, then used his free hand to pull her legs apart, the phone making its way between her legs.

"God damn baby", he said softly "I really wish you'd take a lesson from Amy down there"

I caught a glimpse of her dark, bushy, pubic hair as he sank down to his knees, and I knew what he meant. I was glad he was ignoring me at the time, or he might have seen me smiling at the compliment.

He began rubbing her gently with his finger, and I crossed my legs to stifle my own arousal as I imagined his touch on me. The phone never left his other hand as he began to rub her vigorously, and I could hear her heavy breathing from the other side of the room as he picked up the pace. Theo continued to mumble obscenities, always referring to himself as "daddy" as he called her a slut and complimented her perfect body.

The older man slid two fingers into my friend - more than he had ever done with me - and I was struck by the absurdity of the situation as I watched my one of my best friends being finger fucked in her sleep by her own father. I had never imagined him going this far, but I was glad that he had. Still on his knees, he bent his head forward, the phone discarded on the ground as his mouth bent forth to his daughter's pussy, one hand still rubbing her clit as the other reached up to squeeze and grope her boobs.

I found myself reaching downwards to touch myself as I watched, still doing my best to pretend to sleep as my own fingers began to rub my clit. Theo continued to eat his daughter's pussy, and I could hear Taras moans now, building and building until she arched her back and climaxed into her father's hungry mouth.

But it wasn't over.

He reached down, grabbing himself and removing his shorts as he once more reached for the phone.

"Okay, baby," he growled, his voice filled with animalistic lust "Time for daddies cock."

I would have fallen out of the bed if I hadn't been trying so hard to pretend to be sleeping. I knew from late night girl talk that Tara touched herself regularly, that she had used a spare electric toothbrush to pleasure herself, but I had seen Theos cock up close. I doubted she'd ever had anything that large inside herself, and I wasn't sure her accident today would be enough to hide what happened. She had still been limping slightly tonight, but everything I knew about virginity loss told me this was a bad idea.

Theo stood, and stopped for a moment. Without warning, he marched from the room completely naked, his thick cock bouncing as he walked. What was going on? Had he changed his mind? No, Tara was still positioned sideways on the bed, her legs dangling from the edge, and his discarded shorts were at her feet. He returned before I could figure it out, carrying a small brown paper bag. He pulled out a small tube, holding the phone to it for a moment before squirting it onto his sleeping daughters exposed pussy. he put it back into the bag, then pulled out something else. After a little fidgeting, he turned to the side and I realised he was pulling a condom onto his thick, hard cock.

Then he turned back to his daughter, the phone panning up and down her exposed body one more time before he leaned forward between his daughter's legs. He braced himself awkwardly, bending his knees slightly to get the right angle, and I could see the muscles on his broad back tense. I wished I had a better view. I wished I could trade places with her. He groaned softly as he leaned forward, one hand holding the phone and one between his legs to guide himself, and I knew he was in.

He began to rock back and forth, tossing the phone to the bed as he leaned forward and braced himself with one hand. He slid further up the bed, his daughter's legs spread wide around him, and began to pick up the pace. I could hear Tara begin moaning once more, and Theo continued to grunt and talk to her, asking her if she liked daddies cock, telling her how tight she was and that he loved her. He began to pick up the pace, but I could see that he was still holding back. I wasn't, one hand squeezing and pulling at my nipples while two fingers plunged in and out of myself again and again, trying to match his rhythm.

The forbidden nature of the incestuous rape scene playing out before me, the excitement of being in the same room, the risk of being caught and the touch of my own fingers turned out to be too much to bear, and I had a hard time stifling my own climax. Thankfully he was in his own world, the wet smacking of skin on skin, his heavy breathing and Taras own moans keeping him distracted, but I knew he was close. Still he was holding back, fucking her somewhat slowly, but their speed was building. I could hear Taras moans beginning to build as he picked up the pace a little more, and I noticed he was now thrusting deeper as I continued to pleasure myself. I wondered if he was even using his full length, but there was no way to know.

Then it came. I saw Taras legs tightening, her fathers firm bouncing ass moving ever faster as she moaned loudly in orgasm. Now completely on top of her, he grunted, stiffening slightly, and stopped moving. I pulled my hands away from my own hungry slit, and once more feigned sleep as he slowly rose from his daughters sleeping body.

"God baby, you're such a good little slut"

He stood, stretching as he rose, the muscles on his back and shoulders dancing, his dark skin slick with sweat. He pulled what appeared to be wet wipes from the bag, and began to wipe down her body as he'd done to Claire and I in the past, quickly glancing back to check on us before he leaned down to pick up the phone and scan her naked form one more time. He then put his daughters pyjamas back on her and repositioned her in her bed so that she lay as she had when he'd entered the room.

Now he turned to us. I closed my eyes most of the way, a trick in which I was now well versed, and watched. He strode towards us casually, his thick cock still dangling at head height, no longer erect but far from flaccid. My heart sank a little as he reached straight for Claire, the phone still in his hand, and I felt him fidgeting with her. But as he moved, it bought his cock within inched of my face, and that was reward enough. I wanted to reach out, to move my head forwards and take it in my mouth, but resisted the urge.

Then came the light of the torch on my face, and closed my eyes for real as he began to shift and reposition me in the bed, opening my top and pulling my shorts to the side as he positioned my legs wide apart. I heard him shuffling around, and I could see the light from the phone moving around through my closed eyelids. I heard the shutter sound as he took a series of photos, then paused, and took more.

I felt something cold and wet between my legs, on my inner thigh, and almost flinched. I realised it was the condom. He was placing his used condom, still filled with his spent cum and covered in his own daughters juices on us and taking photos. He moved it to my chest, draping it between my breasts. More shutter sounds. It disappeared again, no doubt onto Claire, and there were more sounds. Next it was on my face, on one cheek. I could smell the musky smell of his cum. Then it was gone, and the light from the phone dimmed as he leaned over to Claire once more. When his attention came back to me, I was disappointed to feel him fixing my clothing, covering me up once again before quickly wiping me down with a wet wipe.

A moment later he was gone, taking his bag of naughty tools and turning off the lights to leave me alone with nothing but my unconscious friends, my impure thoughts and my eager fingers.

 

Great story!

 

So just a question. I've had a plan for the ending all along but it's more nasty than the rest of the story. The end is still 2-3 parts away but should I stick with the bad ending or have a good ending?

Should I/Amy be punished how she wants, or how she deserves?

 

Punished the way she deserves.

 

I am going to begin rereading the first story again. I truly enjoyed the amount I came while strok/eading it.
You are a naughty little girl, and you have me as a firm fan.

 

Your gifted in this medium .... if your goal was to arouse and excite, you have definitely succeeded. Hope to see more and more of your story telling ....

 

I'm a sucker for good endings, but I'd be a liar if I said I didn't also enjoy bad ones too. Maybe you could try both? However the story ends though, I'll be happy to see the conclusion. Can't wait to read more from you lass!

 

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