comments_readers: Kayleigh eventually stopped writing me. I miss her terribly. Just knowing that she was doing what she said with her friend and father made me so randy. Each scene in the story was an email she sent me. I put them all together in this story. This is how some of my best stories are inspired.
Sooooo..... email me if you have an idea for a story. I have not been as inspired as I have been in the past. Maybe your story is something I would like to write.
I showered and I brushed my hair and stood there in the big bathroom wrapped in a towel getting ready for my Dad to pick me up. That's when I heard Sally moan. I walked towards her room and the unmistakable sounds of sex filled the hall. Sally was moaning and I heard a mattress squeaking. I poked my head around the corner and I saw Sally laying on her back on her bed with her legs spread wide and her feet in the air. Her Daddy was holding her feet in each hand and he was pumping his big cock into her pussy.
Sally's eyes were closed and her father was filling her up giving her all she could take. I reached down and massaged my pussy as I watched the scene of my best friend getting fucked by her Daddy. "Oh Daddy, it feels so good. Fuck me Daddy!" she moaned as he fucked her. Seeing him doing that made me realize how tiny she is compared to her 6-foot tall dad. He towered over her and with her legs high in the air she was tiny compared to him.
Her eyes were open now and he leaned over and put her legs over his shoulders and began pumping his entire length into her pussy. She was moaning and grunting as he fucked her and soon I could tell he was cumming. He pumped and stabbed into her and grunted loudly as he pushed all the way inside her. She screamed and cried as he filled her pussy with his seed and was panting heavily as she took it all.
"Uhhhh, uh, uhhh yeah baby! Sooo good!" he yelled as he finished unloading inside my friend. He didn't fall asleep this time. He did lay down with her and kissed her and massaged her flat chest playing with her nipples as she lay with him.
I walked in her room and Sally Mae saw me and smiled. "I need something to wear. Can I borrow some clothes?" I asked.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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