The "dads" have plans for their girls at Jeff's Sunday afternoon football gathering...
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I rose sort of late, but I beat my folks out of bed. My ass still throbbed, but it was a pleasant reminder of all the fun I'd had the day before. I set about making breakfast, frying up bacon, scrambled eggs with cheese, and toasted English muffins. I had even made a pot of coffee, but I think I might have used too much coffee, as both my mom's and my dad's eyes widened upon taking a sip.
Mom was really appreciative of my efforts though. Mom and Dad were so cute, snickering whenever one of them whispered something to the other. Breakfast done, I washed the dishes while they retired to take a shower and get dressed for the day. They took a long shower.
Eventually they made their appearance once again. Mom in particular looked to be very happy, but Daddy was grinning too.
After a bit, I got a call from Jenny. I went to my bedroom to talk, so that I'd have a little privacy.
"Are you coming over for football?" she asked.
"I dunno. I'll have to ask."
"Well, ask!" From the tone of her voice I knew something was up.
"I will, but what's up?"
"Daddy wants us to waitress... topless."
"What? You're joking!"
"No, I'm not joking. Judy and her dad are coming over. Daddy says we'll make gobs of money from tips."
"He wants us to go naked?"
"No! Just topless and in a thong."
"Gawd, that's almost naked," I said keeping my voice down and not believing what I was hearing. But then again, after yesterday, it was very believable.
"Yeah, but not totally naked."
"Who's going to be there?"
"All the regular guys, Mike, Jim, Dale..."
"Are we supposed to fuck them?"
"No, no, no! It's all going to be hands off. Look, but don't touch. We're not whores, you know."
"After yesterday, we are whores," I replied with a snicker.
"Maybe, but Daddy's not going to let things get out of control."
"I'm still having my period, you know."
"Don't sweat that. You're not fucking anyone, just showing a some tit."
"And my ass," I added.
"And our asses," Jenny corrected with a snicker.
"So, do you want to come? Bill will be there and so will Mr. C. Nothing's going to happen other than giving the guys a thrill. So, are you coming?"
"I got to check with the 'rents. I'll call you back."
"Mom? Can I go to Jeff's this afternoon?"
"Is Jenny going to be there?" she asked.
"Of course. She just needs some company."
Mom looked at Dad. I could tell they were communicating by telepathy. Smiling she turned back to me. "That will be fine, dear.
"You want your dad to drop you off?"
"That'll be great!" I replied not expecting this offer.
"Well, then you'd better get ready. Your dad and I have plans for today."
"Okay, Mom."
I dashed back to my room and called Jenny. "They said, yes!"
I no sooner hung up and Daddy was at my door with his keys in his hands. "Ready to go?" he asked.
Ready to go? No, I wasn't ready to go. I needed to do my hair, and put on some make up and... 'I can do all that at Jeff's,' I reasoned. "Yes, Daddy, I guess." I was about to ask him what was the hurry and then I realized what the hurry was... they wanted to fuck! Fuck all day and fuck all night if they could. Boy, things had really changed since I gave them hell the weekend I became Bill's Sweet Tart.
I quickly grabbed some makeup, a thong, and some hair stuff and stuck it all in a backpack. In minutes Daddy was taking me to Jeff's where I was going to waitress practically naked for a bunch of men. If he only knew!
He dropped me off and drove off before I was even at the front door.
"You're here all ready?" Jenny said answering the door. "The game doesn't start until 1 PM."
"You're naked!" I said.
"Yeah, Daddy likes me naked. So does Bill."
"Bill's here?"
"No, he just left ten minutes ago. Went to make a beer run and pick up the snacks."
"Judy?"
"No, she won't be here until around noon."
Jeff made his appearance. He too was nude. "Hi, Benda babe," he greeted. "How's your ass today?"
"Still a bit sore," I answered tartly.
"Well, give it a rest today," he replied.
"Did Jenny fill you in on today's plan?"
"She told me that you wanted us to waitress nude for the game."
"Not totally nude. You're to wear a thong. You girls are going to be a big hit with the guys," he laughed. "I called them all and told them to bring cash, lots of cash, but nothing smaller than five dollar bills. You girls are going to make a ton of money today."
"You told them that we'd be topless?"
"No. They don't have a clue. They just think it's going to be a regular Sunday ball game.
"Now, there will be no touching. They can look, but not touch, except when they stuff bills in your thong. And that goes for you girls too... no touching. Just smile and show off your bodies."
"I need to do my hair and put on makeup," I said.
"Well, you two go and do just that. I don't think I could get it up again, even if I had to." He said that while reaching out and tugging on Jenny's nipple. "Bill's fucked out too, for the time being."
That's when I noticed how engorged Jenny's pussy lips were. The outer lips were red and swollen and her inner lips obscenely hung from her pussy. I'd never seen her pussy look like that and I'd seen her pussy quite often. It was obvious that they had been fucking her since yesterday afternoon.
We retired to her bedroom where she affirmed that they had indeed been fucking her since yesterday, especially big dicked Bill. I offered to get her a cold compress, which she gratefully accepted.
While I tended my BFF's swollen pussy, we had a chance to talk. We always talked, but I never suspected that she was holding back on me. But then again, I held back from her my growing relationship with Bill.
I had lots of questions. Before yesterday, I had a pretty good idea of the nature of the relationship between Judy and her dad, Mr. C. They messed around sexually. As shocking as that was, how much, I didn't know for sure, but now I didn't have much doubt. What I didn't know before yesterday and which I hadn't the faintest idea about was Jenny's relationship with Jeff. Until that naked swim in his pool with me, Jenny, Bill and Jeff, I assumed it was pretty much like my relationship with my dad, a loving, but not sexual one. After the swim, I had my suspicions and when I asked, Jenny got all bent out of shape about it, so I dropped it.
But now, after yesterday's orgy and what was about to happen, I knew there was more to it than just Jeff being her step-dad from when she was two years old.
"Okay, tell me! All of it!" I told her holding the compress to her swollen pussy.
"Tell you what?"
"You and Jeff. You two fuck, don't you?"
"Yes," she openly admitted.
With more prodding from me, she then proceeds to tell me how it all got started. Seems that last fall, her mom, Tracy, got herself a new boyfriend, a boyfriend who stayed over quite a bit when Jenny was around.
Careful not to let Tracy catch him, he began flirting with Jenny. It quickly developed into more than just flirting. When Tracy went out on a trip, they rendezvoused at Tracy's after school and before Jeff got home. She had already lost her cherry during a small party down in Judy's basement and she was smitten by this older man's interest in her. She knew the very first time she met him at her mothers, that he'd fuck her. And, fuck her he did in her mother's bed. Several times a month.
Then early last spring, Tracy had asked Jeff to fix her toilet in her bathroom. He had a dentist appointment and had taken the afternoon off. Having time to fix the toilet issue, he went over to Tracy's while she was out on a trip. Entering the house, he went straight to master bedroom and there found Tracy's current boyfriend balls deep in Tracy's young daughter, fucking her cross eyed.
Needless to say, that caused quite a stir. Jeff ran the fucker off, telling him in no uncertain terms that he didn't appreciate him balling his fourteen year old step daughter. The guy beat a hasty retreat.
Not wanting to interfere with Tracy's sex life, he never said a word to her about it and the guy just disappeared. He also already knew that Jenny was sexually active and on the pill, from both her mother and his friend, Raymond Croft, who related to him what his daughter told him about what went on down in their basement, and if Ray's stories were true, he knew that his Jenny was a promiscuous slut.
He now had the opening to confront Jenny. The result of which Jenny became his teenage sex toy. Jenny, of course, was sworn to secrecy, a secret which she kept from me, her BFF. But now, it was out in the open between the three of us. We were all the willing sex partners to men much older than ourselves, the only difference being I wasn't related to Bill in any way.
I heard Bill come in. I expected him to come into the bedroom, but he didn't, except to say hello to me. Then he disappeared while I continued to tend to Jenny's overwrought pussy. By and by the swelling was reduced and the color of her vulva returned to its normal pinkish tone. Her inner lips, however, still hung out of her. Several times I had to replace the ice pack which I had wrapped in a sock.
Around noon, we heard a bit of commotion outside. The bedroom door swung open and Judy came in, all bubbling over with excitement.
"Come on, ladies, we need to get dressed," she announced. She was right, Jenny and I both needed to do our hair and do our makeup. Judy, all dolled up and looking positively whorish in her makeup, was more than willing to help us.
As for "getting dressed", Jenny was already nude, so she just needed to slip on a thong. I stripped down and put on my thong, a black one like Jenny had told me to bring. Except it wasn't the black thong I thought I'd grabbed, but another one, a tiny tinny one that rode really low in the front and hardly covered anything at all.
"You're wearing that?" Judy asked. "It hardly covers anything!"
"I know, I grabbed the wrong one," I lamented.
"I bet!" Judy laughed. "You trying to get fucked?"
"No!"
"Yes, you are, you slut!" she laughed.
Judy, she disrobed down to her black thong. Gawd, she had room to talk! Her "thong" didn't cover anything! It didn't have a gusset, just a string that disappeared between her pussy lips! Then she opened a bag and pulled out black platform high heels, which made her at least six inches taller. They were the sluttiest shoes I'd ever seen. But then she tops it by applying clip-on jewelry to her big nipples.
"Don't you just love them?" she gushed playing with the little danglies ornamenting her tits. As if she needed to draw attention to her hooters.
"Oh, no you're not!" Jenny said. "You're going to hog all the tips!"
"Hey, we'll just combine all the tips," I suggested, "and spit it three ways."
"Good idea," Judy agreed. Then she slips her shoes off and pulls out a pair of thigh high black fishnet stockings. Rolling them on, she put her shoes back on. "How do I look?" she asked expectantly.
"You look like whore," Jenny said.
"You really thinks so?" Judy asked.
"Yes," Jenny and I answered. Judy just grinned. It was the look she was striving for.
There was a light rapping on the door. It was Bill. He stepped in and complimented us on our attire. He especially liked Judy's nipple jewelry and took the opportunity to cop a feel.
"You wear shoes like that very often?"he asked her.
"No, they're my moms."
"Well, your legs and feet are going to be killing you after a while, but do as you like.
"Now here, I have a little present for you girls." He opened a bag and produced three sets of gold hoop earrings. Judy, of course, gushed over them. Jenny and I weren't so sure we wanted to give that look.
"I don't care if you like the look or not," he said in his get-tough voice. "Put them on, Brenda. You too, Jenny." So we put the gaudy, slutty looking earrings on.
Then he pulls out a handful of rings, toe rings. They were so pretty! And Sexy! Jenny and I eagerly made our selections, while Judy stood there pouting. I picked out one with pretty purple stones set on it. Jenny picked out one with green stones. Rather than sliding over your toe, they clamped on, so they fit perfectly. We also picked out a silver ring for the other foot.
"You girls look great!" he said.
"Now, Jeff or I will come get you when we need you. No touching. Jeff, Ray and I will take care of any clowns who get too fresh with you. But we want you to flirt with the guys. Make them cum in their pants.
"Now, at the end of the game, we're going to have a drawing. One lucky guy will get a lap dance from the girl of his choice. He can put his hands on your ass when you dance in his lap and you can rub your tits into his face, but that's all. No pussy touching."
"What do you mean by a lap dance?" I asked.
"You crawl in his lap, facing and straddling him and grind your cunt into his dick and rub your tits in his face. You know, dance and squirm around like you're fucking him.
"Money from the raffle will be split among you girls equally, so don't get in huff if you're not selected. So are you all in? Or do you want to sit it out and let the other two girls split the proceeds?"
No one said "no" to the proposition. Besides, we already knew who would be selected, Judy.
"Any questions?" No one had a question.
"Well, I have a question," Bill said. "Which of you sluts wants to give me a blowjob?"
"Me!" piped up Judy. Gawd, she's such a slut!
After getting his cock sucked by Judy, Bill slipped out of Jenny's bedroom. Soon we began to hear voices, male voices. The voices got louder and louder as more men arrived for the Sunday football game.
We heard the familiar theme of Sunday football on CBS. Then we waited. Everything suddenly got really quiet. We could hear the talking heads, but the guys were mostly silent. Then we heard Bill talking. I could tell it was Bill, but I couldn't make out what he was saying. Suddenly the guys burst out talking. They went silent and we heard Jeff talking for a moment. Then they got real loud for a moment.
They were still chattering away when Jeff and Bill came and got us. One by one we entered Jeff's living room. It was packed with guys who immediately began hooting it up as we walked in; disbelief was a common expression, disbelief that turned into huge smiles and boyish antics.
Having made our initial entrance, we were sent to fetch beers. Ice cold beers in a bucket. We spread out and began offering brews. No one refused us. Guys scrambled to get out tip money, money they eagerly stuffed into the waistband of our thongs, while other guys begged us to serve them.
At first it was wads of ones and five dollar bills. Some wanted us to break a ten or a twenty, and we let them pluck the change from our thongs.
Of course Bill had to remind everyone to keep their hands to themselves, except when tipping. Someone tried to tip Judy by sliding a five dollar bill between her tits. Then someone slipped a bill into the top of her stocking, his hand "accidently" brushing her pussy as he pulled his hand away.
Believe it or not, some guys were actually watching the game, except when a commercial came on and there were lots and lots of commercial breaks.
It's really all Judy's fault what happened later. After seeing the five pushed between her tits, only to slide out and flutter to the floor, the next guy she served lifted her tit and put his tip under her boob. Well, everyone wanted to do that.
Meanwhile, the guys were getting inventive with me. Forgoing the waistband of my thong, someone slipped a five into the side of the tiny gusset. Then someone stuck his tip down my gusset. Then another guy placed his tip between my buttocks! And someone else tried to repeat the "tip under the tit" trick with me, but I'm not nearly as big as Judy.
Jenny wasn't faring any better than me with the guys. And where was Jeff, Bill and Mr. C while this was going on? Just watching and not at all enforcing the "no touching" rule. Even when someone got the bright idea that it'd be fun to tug on Judy's nipple jewelry. They were just clip-ons, so the next guy who tugged on them ended up yanking them off her tit. Apparently it didn't hurt, because Judy just laughed, but it did make her nipples stand out and she didn't put them back on for someone else to rip from her nipples.
I guess we could have complained, but with our tip bowl in the kitchen nearly full, none of us complained. Which gave our "daddies" an idea. Instead of doing the drawing for a lap dance at the end of the game, they decided to move up the raffle to half time. And rather than just one of us, giving a lap dance, we'd all do it, giving each raffle ticket three chances of being a winner!
Just before halftime, the new rules were announced along with the opportunity to buy addition chances to win. More money flowed into the raffle pot.
Halftime came. Bill instructed us to dance for the guys, so we did for minute or two. It wasn't a strip tease, because we didn't have much to strip off, we just jiggled around to whatever was on the radio. Of course Judy had out do Jenny and I. She hopped up on the coffee table and showing off her big tits, danced rather lewdly.
Then it was time for the drawing. Jenny was put on the coffee table. Poor Jenny, she looked like she was going to die from embarrassment. She drew a ticket from a paper bag Jeff held out to her.
"John B," she called out in a near whisper reading the winning ticket. John B gave out a hoot and Bill escorted her to him. A song came on and she crawled into his lap and began squirming around while he groped her ass cheeks. Of the three of us, Jenny has the smallest boobs, cute little A-cups, not that anyone minded, especially John B who leaned forward and rubbed his face into her tits as she bounced about in his lap.
Judy was up next, the guys all hooting at her as she was once again on display on the coffee table. Her dad held the bag for her to pick a winner. She trotted over to the winner and when a song started, she went in for the kill, thrusting her tits into the guy's face while she dry humped him. He too had his hands full of bare buttocks, but as she pummeled him about the face with her tits, he managed to grab on with his lips and began sucking tit. Judy didn't object. Indeed, once he let go, she offered up her other tit for him to suck. The guys watching went crazy.
That left me. Up on the coffee table the guys leered and made rude comments. "I'd fuck that!" one guy said.
Bill rejoined, "Her cunt's my private stock, so that ain't happening!" Nothing like letting everyone know that he was having sex with me! But I think everyone had already figured that out.
I picked a ticket and climbed on board. This guy wanted to suck tit too, but I successfully kept his lips off my nips throughout the dance, but he dug his fingers deep into my ass cleft. Then as I was about to dismount, he shifted his hands to my hips. It was only as I got up off his lap, did I realize that he'd hooked his thumps under the waistband on my thong and as I rose, he yanked down my thong.
"Nice pussy!" he declared to the laughter of the guys.
I, of course, hastily pulled my thong back up, not that it covered much.
Halftime over, Bill began promoting a new raffle to take place at the end of the game. Money poured in again.
I was serving up finger sandwiches when I felt the string of my tampon being tugged on. "Toot, toot!" the merry prankster hooted. Me, I wanted to die. Apparently after my thong had been pulled down, things down there got jumbled around, including the tampon extraction string.
I ran back to the kitchen, dumped the tray of sandwiches and slipped into Jenny's room to check things out. I had been near the end of my period that morning when I inserted a fresh tampon. Now I took it out and after nearly six hours, there wasn't a trace of blood. It was done and over with. Disposing of it, I put my thong back on and went back into crowd of horny and now drunk men.
After the halftime lap dances, all pretenses of no touching were out the window. We were now openly groped. More than one guy pulled me into his lap for a nipple kiss. There seemed to be a hand on my ass at all times. But the tips kept flowing in and I just smiled and made light of it.
At long last the game was over, not that anyone gave a shit who won or lost because it was lap dance raffle time again. Like before, Jenny was up first. The guy actually had his dick out and was rubbing it on her pussy as she gyrated in his lap. I thought she was going to be fucked, but it never got that far.
Judy got up on display, cupped her tits and shook them, a move that caused a commotion. Before drawing her winner, she bent down and whispered something to her dad. Mr. C nodded, then held his hands quieting the mob.
"My slut daughter has a suggestion." He actually called her a slut in front all these guys, but then again, I think they all knew she was slut by then, as well as Jenny and me. "The winner has an option, his choice. Either a lap dance or... a titty fuck."
I'm sure the clamor l could be heard out on the street, "Titty fuck! Titty fuck! Titty fuck!"
She shook her tits again, then drew a name. The guy leapt to his feet crying out, "Tit fuck! I want to fuck her tits!"
Judy now took charge. "I want you naked. Totally naked."
"Okay, by me!" the guy replied and he stripped off.
"Oh my god," Jenny said to me, "she's going to get fucked!" I believed that too, because knowing what a slut she was, we both knew that she'd want that cock somewhere besides between her tits. And once that happened, we'd all be gang fucked.
Mr. C then extracts from his pocket a bottle of AstroGlide and squirts it between her tits. At that point it was obvious that they had planned to do this all along, or why would he have had the lube, ready to go, in his pocket?
She lay upon the coffee table with her butt at the very edge to give the guy some room. As the crowd drew in a tight circle to get a good view, he straddled her. Laying his hard-on between her tits, she pushed them together, encapsulating his dick with her tits. He began humping. Over and over, his angry looking cock head appeared and disappeared between her soft breasts while the crowd cheered him on. A couple of guys had their cocks out whipping away.
With the hours of sexual tension building, it didn't take him long to erupt, shooting his junk all over her upper chest, neck and on her face. Sated he climbed off. The two guys wanking it stepped up and let loose on her as she lay below, covering her with more cum while she laughed and smeared it into her tits.
"Gawd, she's such a slut!" muttered Jenny. At that moment I couldn't have agreed more.
If that wasn't bad enough, when she got up from the table, Judy preened for the crowd with her hands locked behind her head, her face and body covered in globs of nut juice.
"Who wants to suck my tits now?" she laughed. There were no takers.
I received a stinging slap to my ass. "You're up, slut," Bill said, "so get your ass up on the table."
The only thing I could think of was, 'Oh, my god! Oh, my god! Oh, my god!'
"That's going to be hard to top," Bill told me as I stood waiting my fate, looking at the naked guy who had just put on a show with Judy being congratulated by his buddies.
"I won't let them fuck you," he said, but he'd also said he wouldn't let them touch me and he didn't stop them from feeling up me and my friends.
"Titty fuck! Titty fuck! Titty fuck!"
"You're not big enough to do that," he said, "so how about a blowjob?" I was struck speechless.
"Listen up, guys!" Bill said in a thunderous voice that silenced them. "My Sweet Tart is about to draw the name of one of you lucky bastards."
"Titty fuck! Titty fuck! Titty fuck!"
Bill held up his hands. "Lap dance or... a hand job!"
A general murmur erupted along with nodding heads. I felt a wave of relief flow through me.
"Okay, slut, pick a dick," Bill said holding out the bag of tickets to me and grinning. I reached in and picked a name. It was Mike. He was a good buddy of Jeff's and I'd known him for ages. Despite that he seemed to have no problem allowing me to debase myself in front of this crowd.
"You want him naked?" Bill asked. I nodded. Mike stripped.
Bill had him sit naked on the coffee table and had me kneel between his legs. Reaching out, I took his hard cock in hand and just toyed with it for a while until it began drooling. Mike gasped as I began rolling his cock crown between my fingers. Soon I transitioned to stroking the stalk. Looking up from my task, I could see that Mike was enjoying this.
A strong hand went to the back of my head. I tried to resist, but Bill was way too strong for me and inch by inch, he slowly pushed my face closer to the dick I was stroking.
"Suck it! Suck it! Suck it!" rang in my ears, ears burning in embarrassment.
As the cock touched my lips, I whimpered and let it slide into my mouth. As my tongue caressed the cockhead, all reluctance evaporated and I began sucking that cock like my life depended on it. Mike didn't last long after the transition and he unloaded in my mouth. But I didn't care, I just wanted to please, please Mike and please Bill. From that moment on, there was nothing I would refuse my Sugar Daddy.
Swallowing Mike's copious load, I let his flagging prick slip from my lips. Bill pushed me backwards onto my back on the floor. Guys gathered around, jacking their dicks. Cum began to rain down and splatter on me along with five and ten dollar bills.
Suddenly the cum storm abated and then was over.
"Party's over, guys!" I heard someone call out. "Zip up and get the fuck out of here!" It was Jeff. There was some grumbling about the next game that had already started, but Jeff was calling it quits before it really got out of hand.
"We gonna do this again next week?" someone asked.
"I'll call you," Jeff replied.
"Yeah, let's do this again," someone agreed.
"I said, I'll call you," Jeff said, "but for now, the party's over. Go home."
"Hey, great party, Jeff," another guy said.
Another said, "Let's give these girls a hand," and I heard and saw vigorous clapping from the guys looking down at me with their limp dicks hanging out.
"How much to fuck one of them?" someone asked.
"Their pussies are not for sale," Jeff replied.
"Could've fooled me," said another.
"Out, out, out!"
"Okay, okay," and the crowd dispersed.
I sat up and one of Jeff's regulars knelt down, his eyes roaming across my cum spattered body. He looked up into my eyes and told me, "Brenda, you girls were terrific tonight. This is one party I'll not soon forget. Thanks." Opening his wallet, he pulled out all the cash he still had and dumped it on my lap. Then with the rest of them, he was gone. Gone until next Sunday.