LOGINāOh, Billā¦ā I moan. He pulls down my jeans and panties, quickly, all the way to the floor. I step out of them.Then he presses me to the door as he quickly shoves his cock into my pussy. I gasp. My heart starts to race.He starts to thrust hard into me, almost angrily. I moan loudly. It feels so good. My hands are on the door near my shoulders. He puts his hands over them, holding me tightly there. This is so hot. Almost like heās forcing me, except I want him. Blake never does things like this. I feel like I need it. I am breathing hard as he thrusts into me.I can still hear Blakeās and my moans from the tape. I can hear us getting close to orgasm. Just like Bill and I are doing now. Bill starts to pant and groan with each thrust. I moan loudly as my orgasm builds up. Then I groan deeply as it explodes inside me. It's a much harder orgasm than I have ever had.I feel another little orgasm surge through me right after. I grunt.Bill shakes and gru
āNice cheerleader outfit,ā Blake says, looking me up and down.I smirk at him. āYou know Iām a cheerleader,ā I say.āStill, to see it⦠Wow.āI laugh. I am standing in my bedroom in front of my dresser mirror, brushing my long dark blond hair. I check the eyeliner around my dark blue eyes. Still looks good. My boyfriend Blake is standing in my doorway.āYou know Iām just going to mess it up again,ā he says, coming towards me seductively.āShh,ā I say. āClose the door.āHe chuckles. āErica.ā Still, he humors me. He closes the door and leans against it with his tall lanky frame. He is good-looking. He has short, dark hair, lean muscles, and his arms folded across his chest. Heās in college. Iām in high schoolāa senior. I turned 18 a few months ago. Heās my best friendās older brother.Thatās how we met. I feel my heart rate speed up as I imagine what we are about to do.I set my brush down. He takes a step toward me. I start to shake a little b
āDance lesson again tonight. Right after my business call,ā Daddy says as he walks through the kitchen on his way from the garage to his office.āSeems like heās really into this,ā Mom says as she pours her smoothiefrom the blender into a cup.I shrug, worried sheāll know somethingās going on if I seem excited about tonight.āYouāve been practicing every day,ā she says.āI promised Selma. She doesnāt get along with her stepdad either.āWe have been practicing every day, and while we dance, Daddy slips his hands under my dress. He touches me and teases me until I think Iām going to lose my mind. But Momās been home the past few nights, so while Iāve definitely learned how to jack Daddy off, I havenāt felt him inside me.Mom rolls her eyes. āYouāre calling him Daddy. I think thatās getting along.āāItās sarcastic,ā I reminded her. āWhy do they have to call it a daddy-daughter dance? Why not father-daughter dance?āāDaddy-daughter sounds cuter.
āFuck,ā Daddy groans.I stayed frozen for a moment, trying to determine if that was a good curse or a bad one. Then his hot palms slide up the backs of my thighs.My breath hitches when his finger slips beneath the string that bisects my ass. He tugs at it, causing my panties to pull tight against me. To rub over my clit.I feel the movement of his hand, of his wrist as he slides his finger up and down. It loosens and tightens my panties in the opposite rhythm to my throbbing clit. I shift my hips from side to side, trying to get just a little more friction.āLook how fucking perfect you are,ā Daddy says. āLook how desperate you are for Daddyās touch.āI moan in response.āI didnāt know.ā He leans over me, pressing his chest against my back and his mouth against my ear.āI didnāt know that frustration was born of need or I would have made this happen so much sooner.āāWhat happened, Daddy?āHis finger is still caught beneath the string o
When I step into the room that houses all the workout machines that belong to my parents, I stutter to a halt. Elliot is still in his dress slacks from work, but his jacket and tie are gone. The sleeves of his Oxford shirt are rolled up to his elbows, and heās dragging one machine to the edge of the room.Mom has a ballet bar running along the floor-to-ceiling windows. It was put there by the previous owners for their daughter, but Mom was elated.She used it as an excuse to sign up for those ballet aerobic classes.Thereās always an eight-foot opening in front of the bar, but Elliot has cleared away a few more machines and the mats they sat on, leaving us with a decent-sized dance floor.When he sees me, Elliot gives me a smile Iāve never seen. Itās not the doting smile he gives Mom or the tight smile he usually reserves for me.Thereās something about it that has my spine tingling.āReady for your first daddy-daughter lesson?āIām sure heās teasing
āWhat are you talking about?ā Elliot demands.He uses a different tone with Mom than he does with me. He handles her with kid gloves. Me? Heās always growling at me.āTheyāre having a father-daughter dance at the country club. Brookie found out and was upset that you didnāt mention it or invite her.āI roll my eyes as I hear Elliot snort.āDonāt call her that,ā he scoffs. āSheās not five. Sheās practically grown.āāThereās no practicality about it,ā Mom says. āIn fact, sheās a little too grown. Is that why you donāt want to take her?āMomās voice has gone up. Sheās getting totally worked up. She has no problem telling me I need to lose weight, but she canāt stand anyone else saying it. Like itās okay for her to be embarrassed about me, but no one else is allowed to do it.āSheās been trying to lose weight,ā Mom adds.I roll my eyes. Thatās not totally untrue, but mostly itās she whoās trying to get me to lose weight. I watch what she has to







