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Night out
"You're not fucking going out like that, you slut!" Screamed Bunny's mum as she made her way to the door of their small flat. "You look like a fucking whore!"
"Oh fuck off, Mum!" Bunny screamed back at her mum. "I'll wear what I fucking like!"
"Or not wear! Don't you have any fucking knickers? Or are you gonna show your cunt to every fucker?"
"Fuck off!" Sneered Bunny. "You can't tell me what to fucking do or wear!"
She glanced at her image in the hall mirror, half of which was obscured by piles of old magazines her mum hadn't bothered to chuck out. Her face was heavily mascara'd and her lips were painted a very deep purple, but no amount of make-up could disguise the dark freckles around her nose and forehead. Her light brown hair was pulled off her face and held back by a large clip. Although they couldn't be seen in the mirror, she sported brown, rubber-sole boots laced half-way up her calf. She also wore a black sleeveless tee-shirt with the word 'CUNT' artistically arranged in the middle of it, but it wasn't that which annoyed her mum. It wasn't her fault if the old cow couldn't keep up with fashion, but Bunny knew that if you didn't flash the gash in this neighbourhood you were fucking nobody, girlfriend! And it wasn't as if she shaved it like some tarts. She kept the hair long enough so you had to get real close to be sure you could see the lips and clit and all. And her inner lips didn't drop out like some fucking inner tube like some sad bitches.
"Don't be back late!" yelled her mum, as Bunny slammed the door behind her and made her way out of the estate, past the graffiti on the walls and discarded needles and rubbers in the gutter, towards the spot by the park where she and her gang would meet for their night out. And there they were, or at least some of them, hanging out by the park bench near the lamp post where they'd carved their gang's initials.
There was Puss, with her shaved gash, fat-thighed Rosanne and skinny, hairy twatted Dilly. The three girls sat around bored and sullen, knickerless, booted and with similar sleeveless tee-shirts. Puss looked up from her desultory stroking of the smooth shaven skin of her crotch and smiled at Bunny as she approached.
"Yo, Bun! Give it up, Girl!"
"Hey, girlfriend. Wassup?" responded Bunny kissing Puss on the cheek.
"Tongues, slut. Giss the tongues. Then I know you love me!"
"Just the tongue?" wondered Bunny, but giving Puss the full-on tongue to tongue that marked the gang's closeness. The warm, liquid, toothy taste of burger. She pulled Puss to her as the two battled their tongues together.
"Hey, tart! Don't you love me, too?" asked Dilly, pushing her face into the melee. "Giss tongue!"
And there the three were, watched by Rosanne who liked a bit of tongue but not so much as the others, as they took tongue to cheek to tooth, and rubbed each others' backs as they did so, hands under each others' tee-shirts, until, a few minutes later, their tongues sore from the probing, they pushed each other off and sank back onto the park bench.
"So, how's it, Bun?" asked Rosanne, puffing on her joint. "Good day at school? Fucked any good boys?"
"Wouldn't you fucking like to know, Ro?" Bunny replied. "My cunt's so fucking sore and so fucking dripping you couldn't tell it apart from fucking brillo."
"Yeh. Right!" Rosanne agreed, not pursuing the subject further.
The four girls squeezed together on the bench staring out across the park as the shadows grew longer over the grass, the odd glint reflecting from the discarded condoms and broken glass. It was gonna be a normal night out tonight, Bunny could see. Her and her gang, and maybe the other girls, Snoot and Lizzie, out in the park with a few beers, a few boys and a few laughs. But just now there was nothing much to do. No drugs, 'cept the blow that Dilly passed round, and no sex, 'cept the tongues that didn't really count. Fuck it! If it weren't in the twat, it weren't nothing.
"Hey, Bun! Girlfriend! It's lager time," Dilly asserted. "We want some amber in the long tubes. And sweetheart. Hey. Don't you know it? It's your turn!"
"Oh fuck it! I'm sure it was last time."
"Don't fucking lie, you cunt!" disagreed Puss, pushing her pale face into Bunny's. "It's your turn, and you fucking know it. It was me last time. And I still can taste Mo's fucking sperm in my mouth!"
Bunny concurred reluctantly and just as reluctantly made her way to Mo Patel's Liquor Store, a run-down establishment not too far from the park. She hung around outside, puffing a ciggie while Mo served a customer, examining her skinny reflection in the window. Finally, and not before fucking time, the old man Mo had been serving shuffled out, and before the door slammed shut, Bunny burst in, discreetly turning round the card reading 'Open', so that it now read 'Closed'.
"It's tittie time!" Bunny announced, pulling up her tee-shirt to show off her long nippled, but otherwise rather small breasts. Mo, a stout Asian who clearly needed a sharper razor blade with which to shave his chin, smirked at the sight of a girl more than young enough to be his daughter.
"You'll be wanting more of the usual, you rascal?" he asked. "It's not gonna be no cheaper."
"Yeah! Yeah!" agreed Bunny, stepping around to the back of the shop where Mo was leading her, and grimacing as he pulled down his pants and jockeys to reveal a fat, heavy prick already swelling with anticipation. "Let's fucking get down to it!"
And so, behind the bamboo netting which divided the beer cans and packets of Marlboro from those in the store room, Bunny got down on her knees on the rough nylon rug, wiped her lips with the back of her hand and got down to business. A blow job was all it cost for an armful of ciggies and lager, and a blow job was what Mo was getting. He leaned back, supporting his bulk on a chipped, wooden table as Bunny ran her tongue up and down the length of his prick, stroking his balls with her fingers, and watched it grow and swell, the veins pumping up and pressing contours into her lips. And then, mouth fully open, she pulled his prick into her mouth while his heavy, hairy hands groped around her tee-shirt for the tiny titties he so enjoyed massaging. Bunny's mind was as much on this prick as it was on thoughts of her school day and the boys she'd fucked with and how different their younger, smoother pricks were to this old fuck's. And then she felt the spasms of his penis, and knew that she had to move fast to both release Mo's come and to stop him staining her black tee-shirt. She didn't want Mo's sperm on the 'CUNT' on her chest anymore than she'd want it on the cunt between her legs.
And soon she was back with the gang, laden down with Marlboros, Bensons, Kronenbergs and Buds. Snoot and Lizzie had turned up now and were sitting on a patch of grass, passing joints around. Snoot was totally bald, more the result of chemotherapy for her leukaemia than as a fashion statement, and Lizzie was wearing one of her floppy hats which obscured most of her face, and above all the scar over her eye she'd got at that night club once.
"Yo, girlfriend!" Snoot cried. "Liquid refreshment. Gimme! Gimme!"
"Yeah. Wow! Give it up girl!" chorused Lizzie, scratching the ragged strands of her crotch.
And so the evening proceeded, six girls in the park, necking it down, choking on nicotine, phlegming on the tarmac and pissing by the bushes. The blow made them giggle, the beer made them piss and the dusk turned them into shadows.
"Fuck! My cunt itches!" declared Lizzie. "What it needs is a good seeing to! Ain't there no dicks round here when you need one?"
"What you need is the good old lip suction, baby," diagnosed Puss. "I'd do it, but I'm too busy rolling a fat one. How's about you, Bun? D'you need some fish supper after Mo's hot dog and juice?"
Bunny was more than obliging. The taste of cunt wasn't an offer she'd often turn down. "You just hold me off, Puss. There ain't nothing in the world that I couldn't do more with than rock salmon pie!"
Lizzie's wasn't the tastiest vagina she'd ever tongued. That honour was still held by Dilly, but Dilly was never as keen as Bunny was. But Lizzie's was a good one. Still quite smooth lipped, nothing hanging out, and the hair was relatively short so it didn't get up her nose like Rosanne's did. Bunny was on her knees a second time this evening, while Lizzie spread her knees allowing Bunny's tongue full access to the folds and smells of fresh young vulva. As she busied herself, ass out in the air, knees resting on grass, passers-by could easily see what she was up to and discreetly averted their eyes so as not to attract the taunts and insults of the Westmoreland Park Posse.
"So, girlfriend. What's it tonight?" speculated Puss, lighting up her joint. "Cod? Haddock? Roe?"
Bunny raised her head: saliva and warm cunt juice trickling down her tongue. "Nah! It's the finest caviar! You can see the little black eggs in there!"
"I fucking hope not, Bun!" exclaimed Lizzie. "I ain't had nothing wrong with me down there for weeks. And I ain't never had warts neither. Not like fucking Snoot."
"They weren't warts!" Snoot disagreed. "I don't know what it was, but it weren't warts!"
And then the girls were back together huddled in the dark, jeering and laughing and cackling and puffing and swigging. Bunny was feeling a little shagged. A blow job and a tonguing and she was already a bit tired. Her mouth ached, but her cunt itched, so she knew there was more to do tonight to satisfy her urges.
"Oi!" shouted Puss. "If it ain't that fucking prick tease Stephanie Dolores!"
Bunny looked up from the top of her bottle of Becks that she'd been contemplating the past ten minutes. Indeed there sh
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something is wrong
Mike wasn't sure if it really happened last night. He thought it did, but he wasn't sure. He had been drinking pretty much all night and he was really into it with Lisa. Then when she was sucking him off and he blew his load..... Could it have been possible that Amy was really watching? Did he really see her or was it a combination of alcohol and fantasy? He wasn't sure, but he needed to know. It was Saturday morning, and as usual Lisa was up and gone for most of the day by the time Mike awoke. He did seem to remember something about a blow job around 8:30 that never actually was finished and a kiss on the cheek with a wisper in the ear saying, "I'll finish what I started later..." She was always up early on Saturdays and never home before 3 or 4 in the afternoon. First she would go to the Health Spa to keep that nice tight ass of hers which I spoke of earlier; nice and tight. Then she would get her nails done and go shopping with one of her girl friends. Mike liked it because he got a little time alone or to spend with Amy and Kelly (Amy's 13 year old sister) and basicaly just to kick back from the weekly grind. Today may be different though. There was a note on the table from Lisa saying that she had taken Kelly with her to drop her off at a friend's house where she would be spending most of the day. Also in the note Lisa said that she may be latertoo because her and Karla were planning on seeing a movie after shopping and instead of 3 or 4, she wouldn't be back until 7 or 8 that evening. Mike reached down and adjusted himself as he felt his cock start to swell a bit as he thought about the possibilities of what may lay ahead.
Amy awoke early to the noise and scuffle of her sister and mom getting ready to go. She remembered her sister saying something last night about leaving with her mom this morning to go to her friend's house. It was now about 9:30 or so and she just layed there with her eyes closed reliving what she seen last night. She couldn't believe it, but what she couldn'tbelieve more was that her father allowed her to watch and didn't say anything. Did he really see her? He had to of, she thought about it and wondered what kind of trouble she would get into for her curiosity. She knew her dad had been drinking alot last night, she could tell by all the bottles of beer all over the place last night, with any luck maybe he didn't remember. Then again though, she wished he did....after seeing her father do that, fuck her mom like that, she longed for that feeling too. She could only imagine how it would feel. She came harder last night watching than she ever had before when she would get herself off. She could only imagine what it would feel like if her father was behind her pounding her like he did her mom. With that thought Amy's hand slid under the covers and inside her panties where they began to explore as she closed her eyes and thought of her father losing all track of time and place....
Mike was about to head to the bedroom to relieve his "pressure" when he heard Amy call his name. It wasn't very loud and if he wasn't in rout back to his bedroom from the kitchen and at the base of the stairs, he never would have heard it, but he did.
"Daddy....Daddy, don't stop..." Amy was not being loud, but she was not whispering either. She was in a transe, she was slowly getting there...
Mike slowly krept up the stairs. Amy's room was on the right, just at the top of the steps. The door was open at least half way and although she was covered with blankets he could tell by the movments under them and the quiet moaning what was going on. Again his name escaped her lips.
"Daddy...." she was really into it, she was close he could tell. "That's it, that's it....right there, oh Daddy, oh...ohhhhhhh"
Mike had just watched his daughter have an orgasm. His dick was so hard it felt as though it was going to rip through his pajamas. He wasn't sure how to approach the situation, if he was wrong, if he messed up....Not only could he lose his wife, his job, but he could wind up in prison. He had to be careful. He decided to go the "Fatherly" rout.
"AMY WHAT ARE YOU DOING?", knowing damn well what she was doing.
Brought back with a crash, she opened her eyes to see her father standing at the foot of her bed with a angry look on his face. What could she say? She had no idea, she just started to cry as Mike walked around to the side of the bed she just leaned over to him wrapping herself around him reapeating over and over again how sorry she was.
Mike didn't know what to do. He loved her as a father and he wanted her as a lover. But to see his litle girl crying and reaching for him he just wrapped his arms around her and held her to him, telling her that it's ok.
"But Daddy, you seen me, you heard me....and last night, you seen me there too. You caught me watching you and mommy. I'm so sorry dad, you must think I am horrible. Daddy I have never even been with a boy, I don't knowwhat came over me."
He was glad to hear tht she was still a virgin, he wanted to take that himself. "It's ok Amy, but we need to talk.", he said as he held her tight 14 year old body in his arms and felt his cock start to stir. "I've noticed some things and I want you to be honest with me.", he said to her as he sat down next to her and they sepperated as she sat up and wiped her eyes nodding and assuring him that she would tell the truth.
"I've noticed you acting a certain way, dressing a certain way around me when your mom is not around, accidently touching me, showing me your body and things like that, have you been doing that on purpose Amy? Tell me the truth, I want to know."
"Yes Daddy, I don't know why, I just like the way it makes me feel, I like the way it makes you....you know...."
"Go ahead, tell me", Mike said hoping for what he wanted to hear.
"I like the way it makes you.....makes you hard. I know I shouldn't, but I like it. Are you going to tall mommy, she will hate me Daddy, please, please don't tell her Daddy, I'll do anything, I'll do what ever you say Daddy, I promise.
This was it. He had what he wanted. "Take a shower Amy, go to the restroom, brush your teeth, and take a shower. I will do the same and once we are both awake and have a little time to think we will talk about this some more.", with that Mike got up and headed down stairs. Amy did as she was told.
Mike was finishing up, just walking out of the masterbath into his bedroom with nothing but a towell around him. Amy was sitting on the foot of his bed with a tight pair of knit shorts on and that favorite thin white tank top that Mike had grown to love. He instantly began to get hard, and Amy noticed.
"You do want me, don't you Daddy? I know it, I can tell by the way you look at me, I can tell by the way your penus ets hard when I brush by you, when we lay on the couch together, and like....like.....now ."
"You know this is wrong Amy, what your saying, what I am thinking? You know it's all wrong don't you? I could go to prison, they would take you away from me. No one can ever know."
"I know all that Dad, I'm not stupid."
"Stand up Amy, pull your shorts off, leave your panties on, then lay back on the bed." It was happening now, no turning back. She did as she was told. He laid down next to her leaving the towel wrapped around his waist. "Close your eyes Amy, don't be scared, I promise to make you feel wonderful, I will take my time, I am going to treat you like an angel Amy. He breathing increased, her nipples hardened, she was already moist.....
He started by running his hand slowly up her inner thigh and just barely brushing against her panties and touching her teenage mound as he noticed her white cotton panties start to darken with moisture showing her wanting slit. He was down with his face resting on her tummy, he had the perfect view and he could smell her sweet freshly cleaned pussy which was starting to swell now with anticipation. He breathed ever so slightly over the top of her. Goosebumps enveloped her body, she let out a sigh.
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