Episode 84: Grace with benefits

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Episode 84: Grace with benefitsI woke up in this strange bed – it’s definitely not my bed and I’m naked – where did my pyjamas go? I feel my tiny budding breasts and slide one hand between my thighs to check out pussy. She feels fine, a bit slippery and kind of yearning for a good hard fuck. Hell, why is Dad in bed with me? His erection is pressing into my side.Oh now I remember: the shopping trip yesterday into Plymouth to buy me a sexy black bikini, where we met that gorgeous sales girl Amy and had that half-naked picnic in the park. Then back to Dad’s flat with those funny paper panties that don’t really cover anything when Daddy chews through them and the all-night anal fucking because he’d run out of condoms.I checked my butt – it was still sore, even with all that lube. He hasn’t got a massive cock, but it went in deep every time – he loves making me scream. But right now what I needed was some breakfast and that lovely erection inside me (not necessarily in that order). But he’d promised Mum not to get me pregnant, we both remember that scare with my big sister Alia when he pulled out too late. It left her pussy lips coated in sperm and worried for weeks that some may have reached its target.“Wake up Daddy – you need to get some condoms – there’s none left and I need a proper fuck. How could you run out of condoms, with three hot girls coming over for the weekend?”“Grace, baby – where am I supposed to get condoms – its six o’clock on a Sunday morning”?“I know Daddy”; I grabbed his phone from the bedside cabinet and squealed “Siri ! – where can we buy condoms – lots of them”.There was a long pause ‘Please confirm you are over 18 – the minimum for age-related products in your territory’.“They’re not for me you idiot” I replied “I’m a ten year old girl – well nearly eleven actually”.Dad took the phone, laughing and just repeated the query “Siri – I’m 29 – where can we buy condoms on a Sunday morning”?‘The nearest all-night chemist is 3.12 miles away – I know your car is broken– shall I call you a taxi”“Twenty nine” I exploded “Dad you’re a lousy liar – Alia is sixteen, so you must be at least 50”My phone went ‘bong’ from somewhere under the bedding – Amy had sent me a new selfie of her butt with a lipstick kiss on one cheek – obviously from her live-in girlfriend.I messaged back my desperate need for sex and the lack of condoms and the no-pregnancy thing.Alia replied ‘try the pub’ – I had forgotten we set up a WhatsApp group last night – she sent me a typically disgusting selfie, holding her pussy lips apart, with the caption ‘Fuck This’.Down the PubDaddy found me Alia’s old school blazer and skirt in a box of her clothes to put on for the short walk to The Sycamores. She must have shortened that skirt so often it barely covered anything anymore, and the blazer was missing a button, so gaped open, threatening to expose my bare baby tits. We only saw the paperboy delivering the Sunday papers– he nearly fell off his bike when I flashed my bare butt in his direction. The front door of the pub was still locked, but Dad said the back was always open – it wasn’t, but he was desperate, so we stood outside until the barman noticed us. Dad dashed in to the Gents toilets to find the condom machine as soon as the barman opened the door. I sat primly on a bar stool, trying to ease the skirt hem down to avoid exposing too much. The barman hadn’t taken his eyes off my legs since we arrived – suddenly he was standing really close easing my knees apart, checking out my lack of underwear.I undid the one remaining blazer button and leant back against the bar, happy that he liked my newly-measured AA-cup breasts. I explained our shopping trip yesterday for a new bikini and how we met Amy the lovely bi-sexual shop assistant in Primark, but didn’t mention the sex picnic in the park afterwards.The barman’s hand was now firmly between my thighs – I could feel a thick thumb brushing across my clit “lucky your Dad was desperate for the toilet – gives us time to get introduced. My name’s Brian, and I love the way you’re going to cum for me”.“I’m Grace” I squeaked as more fingers penetrated my young cunt “but Dad needs all the condoms for Amy and my sister Alia – they’re cumming over for lunch”.Just at that point Dad returned from the Gents, looking angry, Brian tried apologising for the lack of cleanliness, but Dad cut him off: “It took my money and there’s no fuckin’ condoms in the machine”. He noticed my bare canlı bahis tits, but fortunately couldn’t see Brian’s hand up my skirt “how am I supposed to fuck this little beauty without getting her pregnant?”“Daddy, calm down – this nice barman Brian was just stroking my thigh and he hasn’t got his cock out yet”.Brian moved away quickly, wiping his sticky fingers on a handkerchief: “sorry mate – I might have one or two behind the bar for ‘emergencies’”. He couldn’t find any: “the bloke who comes to fill ‘em up should be here soon – why don’t you give him a ring”. While Dad was outside phoning the condom rep; I showed Brian Amy’s selfie of her succulent tits, hoping mine would grow to that size soon. He flipped through the photos on my phone, stopping at the open-cunt shot of my big sister Alia: “wow – she’s gorgeous – not surprised your Dad is desperate”. This time he lifted me bodily off the stool over the bar, to sit open-legged between the phallic beer pumps, wondering what he had in mind. I lifted the skirt, he pushed his head between my hot thighs – his beard tickled until his long tongue penetrating my lips took me right up to the edge. My hot minge shook “please let me cum” I pleaded.Brian just increased his pace of licking, grappling my tiny tits in both enormous hands, looking at me expectantly “what’s the matter baby girl – you can cum for me whenever you want”.I tried to explain about him needing to bite my neck, but it sounded too much like Dad was a vampire, so I just came anyway, pumping a tiny squirt onto his chin.“OK Grace, now it’s your turn – on your knees – get your teeth around this cock”.I didn’t need telling twice – I’d seen the erection tent in his trousers and wanted to try only my second grown-up cock; the boys at school were all too easy. On the floor, hidden behind the bar it was easy for him to fuck my face while holding a civilised conversation with Dad who had met up the condom man and bought a whole box wholesale. Eventually, after five minutes discussing the football and other rubbish, Dad noticed I wasn’t there, while Brian continued to press his cock to the back of my throat. I gagged on his pre-cum, the rest splashed on the floor, coating my calves and feet.“Holy Shit” I moaned, coming up for air, then “Hi Dad – Brian said it’s drinks on the house – what would you like?”Back HomeAmy messaged to say that she was picking up Alia on her motorbike and they would both be over in 30 minutes; that just gave us time for a shower to remove Brian’s sperm and add some more of Daddy’s.Amy and Alia pulled up outside, parking the motorbike on the drive. Looking out the window, they were virtually indistinguishable in black motorbike full-face helmets; leather jackets (both Amy’s), boots and blue jeans. Inside, after they had pulled off the helmets, jackets and boots, they kissed, topless, rubbing upturned bare breasts together. Dad’s cock sprang to attention in my tiny hands – he really didn’t know where to look: his daughter who he desperately wanted to fuck or Amy who he had fucked yesterday. Alia worsened the problem for him by undoing Amy’s jeans and pulling them off, then dropping to her knees to noisily eat out her new best friend.I was already naked under the big fluffy bath towel, so offered up my tiny tits to Amy, who had measured them yesterday for my new black bikini.“Still AA-cup baby girl, but with a load more sperm we might get them growing”. Dad loved the sound of that, pulling us all to the floor, where Alia sat on his face discarding the last of her clothing.“How about we hold a competition to see who Dad gets to fuck first” I suggested.Out of sight, us three girls all donned a pair of the black low-rise ‘boy-shorts’ paper panties, with a solid centre panel, but all perforated at the sides, showing off lovely views of hips and buttocks. We all lined up on hands and knees, hips touching, arses raised for Dad’s inspection. The game was for him to guess who was who, just by touch, wearing a blindfold and with his hands tied. He nuzzled his face into each backside in turn, trying to make the girl giggle. We all managed to stay very quiet until he bit into the end of the rubber anal plug in Amy’s sensitive arse – she whimpered. He repeated the trick on Alia, tearing through the crotch of her paper panties to grab the plug in his mouth – she was prepared, so stayed silent. I managed bahis siteleri to muffle a scream when he chewed that tender bit of flesh between thigh and buttock, before pulling the plug out with his teeth.“Amy, then Alia then Grace” he declared correctly; we all swapped position before the erection lunged forward to impale his chosen ch1ld – me. It slid straight in cuntally, safely protected by the first of the 50 assorted colour condoms out of the box from the pub. Alia wrapped her legs around Amy’s head, rubbing her hard clit against Amy’s nose until the juices started to flow as Dad pounded my cunt from behind, lifting me off the floor on each thrust.The next time I opened my eyes Alia and Amy were locked together at the cunt, black panties ripped aside, tribbing furiously against each other’s thigh – Alia on top, Amy underneath – they looked gorgeous. I so wanted to join in, but first had to get Dad off my back. I dropped my head, pulling out the anal plug, giving him the perfect angle to fuck my arse. The one thing I knew Dad cannot resist is a gape – he thrust it in, deeper than I imagined possible – his balls slapped against the back of my thighs. I could feel the juices in my pussy bubbling – I so needed someone to suck them. Even before Amy climaxed around Alia’s leg, she was crawling across the floor to lick my cunt. She gently lifted my face from the floor and slid underneath; her hands pulling my thighs further apart to reach my slick pussy. She licked mine as I licked hers; Dad still pounding my arse, Alia just watching, masturbating.Baby OilAlia had a bright idea: “Dad- have you still got that old ground sheet from camping? Stretch it out on the floor and we can get oiled up for a massive girly orgy – you can just watch. Grace, baby, you fetch the Baby Oil and Amy has the strap-on dildos – we are going to have the best slippery fuck ever”.Amy lay on her back – I gingerly poured Baby Oil onto the dildo, sticking straight up from her crotch, then oiled my arse before riding her. Leaning back, she grappled my tiny tits as I watched Alia oiling up her dildo to slide it up between my thighs. Oh Shit – they were double-fucking me; I could feel the two plastic cocks clashing together in my insides – one up the arse, the other grinding my cunt. Amy was quite careful and slow – thrusting deep from underneath, whilst Alia seemed to be in a racing hurry to introduce me to lesbian lust. Dad was beside himself – watching his two daughters and their new lesbian lover covered in Baby Oil, fucking themselves stupid for his arousal. I reached out for his cock – sliding one oily hand up and down his shaft – I thought he was going to cum straight away. He was rock hard – quite frightening really – there was only my mouth available – would he face-fuck his baby girl? He had other ideas, watching Alia’s arse bouncing up and down, framed by the strap-on straps was clearly too much. He knelt behind her and entered her guts without even asking. She screamed, trying to beat him off – we all hit him, but it only seemed to make the situation worse. He was fucking her – she was fucking me and so was Amy –all slithering around on the ground sheet coated in Baby Oil. It was very difficult to say who came first – I think it was Alia – from the way she suddenly pulled back and stopped pounding my cunt. Dad delighted in filling her arse – no condom for her – then I came – my legs and tummy going into spasm as Amy continued fucking my arse through the pain and pleasure.We all slowly recovered, wiping the oily bodies on my towel: “who wants to go to the pub for lunch”?Oh Shit – I knew what Brian the barman would have in mind.The Pub GardenWe pulled on the least amount of clothing that was approaching decency in public. Alia found two old pink tee-shirts in the clothes box amongst all her first bras and panties: “Dad you are really a pervert keeping these”. Amy pulled one over her head – it was pretty tight – snagging against her hardening nipples: “I know – get me some scissors baby girl – I’ve always wanted one of those weight-lifting tops where you can see a girls chest through the arm holes”.Alia sliced away pink cotton fabric until a short front panel just covered Amy’s tits, but the sides were completely exposed when she lifted her arms. She trimmed her own top to a ragged edge just below the nipples – Dad was rock hard in my hands again. The matching high-waisted pink lycra shorts already displayed bahis şirketleri a good slice of buttock, but also fell prey to the scissors removing the top three inches, so the girls had to hold them up using what was left of the pockets. Alia and Amy walked in front, stopping every few yards to kiss and fondle; somehow we arrived at the pub without them actually having sex on the pavement. All of the Baby Oil had turned my new black bikini almost transparent – but who cares. Dad and I went into the bar to order lunch, while Alia and Amy found an empty picnic table in a quiet corner. Brian the barman was most amused to see us again – I flashed him my best smile as Dad tried to remember the various demands for burgers or hot dogs with extra chips and mayo. I’m sure he added a shot of vodka to our Diet Cokes – it certainly had the right effect on our young libidos. By the time Brian brought the food out, we were all very relaxed – Amy and Alia were kissing and rubbing. Dad was stroking my thigh, Brian looked around before brushing his thumb across my lower lip: “Hello baby girl – I love the bikini”.”Hello Brian” I replied, opening up to suck his thumb.Amy almost choked on her hotdog “You never said Brian was so fit” she said admiring his ripped torso.“or so Black” added Alia “I adore BBC – sorry Dad” checking out the package in his trousers.“You never asked” I replied, smiling innocently “he tastes really hot – sorry Dad”.“Shuffle up girls” Brian sat between the two hottest teenagers in the pub garden.“So, you must be Amy with the gorgeous tits” he said lifting her top; she looked puzzled.“and you kitten, must be Alia – with the ‘Fuck This’ pussy; Grace showed me your photos”.Amy and Alia turned pressing their bare breasts against his powerful arms – his hands hidden below the table – probably exploring their shorts. Alia took turns between feeding Brian with chips dipped in mayo and dropping her head to his lap, sucking in his Big Black Cock. Amy just brazenly kissed him open-mouthed, while his hands explored her tits inside the cropped tee-shirt. Dad was still massaging my cunt with two fingers when his thumb hit the end of my anal plug “what’s this baby girl” he asked in mock surprise. I lifted my butt, so he could pull it out – he licked the sticky end and dropped it into his nearly-empty pint glass. It quivered, floating on the beer remains, looking absolutely disgusting – Daddy’s fingers penetrated my arse as I sat back down on his hand.Brian looked from me to Alia and then to Amy “I bet you’ve both got these too – out with them!”I thought Alia looked a bit guilty pulling the plug out of her butt, dipped it into her Coke and offered it to Brian to suck clean “wow you taste gorgeous little girl – do you want me to lick the real thing?”“No Brian – I want you to fuck it”, Alia clambered onto Brian’s lap, taking his erection between her cheeks. She sat very still as his frankly enormous cock penetrated her damp arse through the open leg of her cut-off shorts. Alia was already breathing heavily before Brian held her under the arms, raising and lowering her entire body, balanced on his cock. Amy leant over, one hand playing with her friend’s tits, the other between her own legs, moaning in unison, until suddenly Alia stopped moving. Her whole body went rigid as litres of spunk filled her arse, taking her over the edge.“My turn now” demanded Amy “Dad give the man a condom – I need a proper fuck”.I took one out of Dad’s pocket, climbed up on the table and sucked Brian’s cock clean before stretching the bright red condom over the black tip. I couldn’t believe how quickly he recovered from fucking my s1ster’s arse – he was rigid and throbbing in my little hands.“Thank you baby girl” said Amy “I can handle him from here”. I watched as she dropped her shorts and straddled Brian, facing him – her cunt automatically opening up for his hardness. He held her firmly by the butt, fingertips pressing against the anal plug as he fucked her slowly and deeply with passion – her breasts mashed against his chest.I was still kneeling on the table when Dad parted my buttocks and pushed in his tongue; Alia leant forward pressing her tits coated in onions and tomato sauce into my face. I bit her right nipple hard – she slapped me, just like when we were little.“Daddy make her stop – she’s bullying me again” He looked up from between my buttocks at his two nearly-naked daughters play-fighting, but did nothing – I think he quite enjoyed it.Meanwhile Amy was still riding her favourite BBC and Brian’s hands were now playing between Alia’s cheeks; there was a good chance the three of us could synchronise our orgasms in the pub garden.

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