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FRIDAY NIGHT AT MELISSA'S
By Art Martin

(Mf, cons)

"Can I spend the night at Melissa's?" asked Brenda.  

Her mother thought for a moment and answered, "Sure, if it's okay with her parents."

Brenda giddily spoke into the phone, "She said, yes!  What time should I come over?"  Brenda
listened and then shouted to her mother, "Mom!  Can you drop me off at Melissa's around
seven?"

Carol brushed her chestnut hair from her face.  "Sure Honey.  Ask Melissa if her mom or dad can
come to the phone."  

Carol took the receiver from her fifteen-year-old daughter. "Hello, this is Carol Morgan,
Brenda's mom."

"Hello Carol," a pleasant man's voice said,  "I'm Jack."

"Jack, I just want to be sure if it's all right if Brenda spends the night."

"No problem Carol. No problem at all."

"You're sure she won't be a problem? "

"No, none what so ever.  She's always a delightful girl."

"She's stayed at your house several times in the past month and I just want to be sure it isn't an
imposition on you."

 "It's always a pleasure to have her over."

"You plan to be home all evening?"

"Oh yes, of course.  I'll be here. I like to give the kids a safe, secure place off the streets were
they can be themselves."

"You're really very kind.  Well, I just needed to check.  You know kids.  I try to keep a pretty
tight rein on Brenda.  I figure as long as I know where she is and whom she's with, she won't be
getting into any real trouble.  What time should I pick her up tomorrow?"

"There's really no rush."

"Okay, well I'll drop her off at seven and I'll pick her up tomorrow at eleven."

Jack laughed, "They probably won't be awake by eleven.  How about one?"

"Okay, one o'clock.  Thanks again Jack for having her."  Carol hung up the phone.  'Great,' she
thought.  'One o'clock.  I'm free to go out and get laid and I don't have to rush home in the
morning.' She stirred the pot.  "Brenda!  Supper will ready in ten minutes.  Come set the table."

"Aw, do I have to?"

"Yes, young lady you do and when we're finished, you get to do the dishes."

"M-o-m!  I've got to get ready!"

"So do I.  It won't take you but three minutes at the most, so quit griping."

"I've gotta call Jeff."

"Why?"

"To tell him I'll be at Melissa's tonight."

Carol rolled her eyes.  "You always seem to have an excuse, always trying to worm out of as
much you can.  Set the table!"

"I'll just take a minute, p-l-e-a-s-e."

As usual Carol gave in to her capricious daughter. "Okay, but be quick." 



Carol was dressed to kill when she dropped Brenda off at seven.  Brenda slowly turned her head
side to side, "Mom, do I look okay?"  

Carol wasn't too happy with her daughter's dress, short-shorts and a belly shirt, but she had
already lost that argument at home.  Carol checked her make up, it looked just fine, not too
much and her long blonde hair was as lovely as ever.  "Yes, baby, you look just fine.  Listen, be
ready tomorrow at one when I come to pick you up."  She kissed her daughter and watched her
as she bounced up the walkway to the big house.  

Brenda knocked and was let in.  Several of her girl friends were already there along with a
couple of guys.  The pretty little blond was soon talking and laughing with her friends. The party
migrated out poolside, with friends trickling in until everyone who was invited was there.  

Sitting in a chase lounge, Jack sipped on a club soda while he watched the teens interact with
each other.  He watched the little blond pull off her shorts and take off her belly shirt, revealing
a bright green string bikini that accented her bright emerald eyes.  The other girls followed suit
and soon there was lots of young flesh for Jack to ogle. He loved these parties and the
opportunities they presented him. Nearly every Friday there was a party. Even when the weather
was bad, he encouraged Melissa to invite friends over. 

The house was perfect for parties.  Downstairs there was a large kitchen with an adjoining den
and bath.  In the dining room he had set up a pool table.  Upstairs, there were four bedrooms,
sharing two baths in a Jack and Jill arrangement.  One bedroom was set up as an office, but the
other three each had a king-size bed.  The master suite was downstairs off the entrance foyer and
it had a separate sitting room, bedchamber and luxurious bath.  

He was damned lucky to still have the place.  Two years ago things between his wife, Jo Ann,
and him had become very strained, and it was a growing certainty that they were headed for a
divorce.  Then she was killed in an automobile accident.  While waiting at a traffic light at the
bottom of King's Hill, a loaded dump truck lost his brakes and literally ran over her Toyota,
killing her instantly.  She had left the house only five minutes before, in a rage after finding him
with their daughter's lips wrapped around his cock.  She was not only going to divorce him, she
was going to prosecute him for sexual assault of a minor.   He stood to loose everything,
including his freedom and yet in five minutes, he was scot-free.

He really didn't hold any animosity towards Jo Ann, and truly regretted her death.  Still it solved
a big problem for him, and it really wasn't his fault either.  He had come home early that day and
found his fourteen-year-old daughter fucking three guys in the living room.  He was very cool. 
He calmly told the guys that they needed to go home.  Melissa was terrified.  He'd never hit her
and it had been years since he spanked her, but still she was terrified.  She was trembling as she
followed his instructions to sit naked on his lap.  Cum, leaking from her cunt soon formed a wet
spot on his pants leg.  

He was lecturing her on how natural sex was, safe sex practices and sexual propriety when his
right hand, as if it had a mind of its own, settled on her developing left tit.  Next thing he knew,
his pants were down around his ankles.  Kneeling before her father, Melissa took his cock into
her mouth.  What was he supposed to do, refuse her? She had just started sucking him when Jo
Ann walked in, home early from work. 

Jack looked about from his chaperone's chair. The kids laughed and horsed around in and around
the pool, the girls being careful not to get their hair wet.  Kids wandered in and out of the house.
Jack smiled knowingly as he watched yet another couple disappear upstairs. Before the party
was over they would all make three or four trips up those stairs.  

There should have been about a dozen kids altogether, but only eight or so were in or around the
pool.  Jack scanned the guys.  They were the usual bunch, no new faces and that was good.  They
all knew the rules.  New kids could be a problem; they seemed to think that there were no rules. 
He scanned the girls.  They too were the usual bunch of sluts.  He focused on the new little
blonde, Brenda.  She'd been over a few times.  Shy at first, she soon loosened up and in more
than one-way.

The rules were simple enough.  First and foremost, no alcohol.  Last thing Jack needed was some
kid getting in a wreck after drinking at his house.  No thanks!  No alcohol.  If caught with booze
or dope of any sort, everyone understood that not only would you be asked to leave, you would
never be allowed back. 

Second, be discrete.  No making out on the sofas or out by the pool, go upstairs, use Melissa's
room or one of the guest rooms, and lock the door.  No one ever saw anything happening behind
a locked door. 

Third, be safe, and always use a condom.  Jack expected the boys to bring their own rubbers, but
if someone ran out, Melissa showed them her stash in her nightstand. 

Fourth, when the party was over, go home.  Jack didn't want parents calling him looking for their
kid, as he nearly always had better things to do.

Melissa, Brenda and Emily, a ravishing, big-titted brunette walked over to talk with him. They
all chatted for a while, laughing at Jack's witty jokes.  As he amiably chatted, he wondered
which girl had Melissa brought him.  Rule five, he flirted, but never openly made a move on a
girl during a party.  Either Melissa brought them to him or they came over to him on their own.
Jack, with no hint of discreteness, checked out the bodies of the two young girls and made a few
racy remarks.  'Too bad about the braces,' he thought as Brenda grinned broadly at his thinly
veiled innuendos, 'but in a year, she'll be perfect.'  

As Melissa and Brenda walked away, he heard Brenda exclaim, "Your dad is soooo cool!"  He
couldn't help but smile.  
  
Emily thought the smile was all for her, and why not, she had one of the best bodies around.  The
yellow bikini, contrasting with her natural olive colored skin, stunningly displayed her
36D-28-36 seventeen-year-old body.  She flashed her big brown eyes at him and whispered, "I'll
meet you in five minutes Poppy."  Then she got up and headed for the house.  

He watched her ass swaying sexily as she walked away, fueling his growing lust for her nubile
flesh.  After five minutes, Jack got up and nonchalantly walked to his bedroom suite.  He locked
the door to the sitting room behind him as he walked in.  Then he opened the door to his
bedchamber.  Emily was waiting for him on his bed, her yellow bikini carelessly discarded on
the floor.  

He lifted her right foot to his mouth and began sucking on her toes while his hand ran up and
down her long shapely legs with a light touch.  She liked that.  None of the boys ever sucked her
toes, but Jack did, and she loved it.  Emily thought Jack was the best lover in the world, all the
girls did.  Unlike the boys, he took his time, slowly building the sexual tension.  He would caress
every inch of her body before he ever touched her pussy.  By that time, the ache and throb of
carnal desire was nearly unbearable so that she almost came at the first touch of his hand or
tongue on her sopping sex. 

Jack licked up her leg along her sensitive inner thigh and skillfully bypassed her shaved vulva,
licking and kissing her lower abdomen, and nuzzling his nose in her patch of soft pubic hair
before he descended back down her left leg to her other five toes. His hand ran up her leg to the
crease between her thigh and her vulva, but no closer.  Then he kissed and nibbled his way back
up her legs, past her now aching pussy, up over her navel, past her magnificent tits, up her neck
and to her lips.  

She kissed back hard, driving her tongue deep into his mouth.  Jack let her tongue-fuck his
mouth for a minute while his hands explored the firm globes of her big tits. His tongue flicked
her tongue and her lips.  He kissed up her jaw line to nibble at her fleshy earlobe and then down
from the nape of her neck to the puffy, rich chocolate brown aureole of her right breast. Emily
moaned as first one, then her other sensitive nipple vanished into the older man's experienced
mouth to be lovingly caressed. 

Her hips writhed in lewd anticipation as her nipples seemed to sparkle with sheer carnal
electricity as he suckled and chewed.  Just when her nipples became too sensitive for any
additional oral play, he deftly kissed down her belly to the prize waiting between her legs. His
tongue circled her dark vulva, teasing her steaming slit; she wantonly bucked her hips into his
face.   

A wave of salacious sensation rippled throughout her entire young body as his long talented
tongue dipped between her hot labia and into her silky moisture.  Jack peeled apart her pussy
lips and gazed lustily into the bright pinkness.  Her inner lips were already engorged and he idly
wondered how many boys had already fucked her tonight. He put his lips over her clit.

Emily's eyes shut tightly as the pleasure welled up deep inside her loins.  His wonderful tongue
swirled around her swollen clit, sending jolts of pure pleasure from her cunt to her fevered brain
where she floundered in a vortex of sexual delirium, the jolts merging as a mammoth climatic
wave began to build and build, until it crashed over her, sweeping her away in total orgasmic
bliss.

Jack withdrew his glistening face from the folds of her pussy.  He stood up and calmly selected a
condom from a pile scattered on his nightstand.  He selected an extra thin, maximum sensitivity
rubber and rolled it over his steel hard seven-inch dick.  Grasping her legs, he lifted and pushed
them forward until her feet were behind her head, rotating her cunt and ass off the mattress.  He
slowly sank into her deep, until his balls rested against her asshole.  

She began working her kegel muscles like he had taught her.  She was, without a doubt, the best,
most responsive fuck out of all of his daughter's friends.  He relished the sensation of the tight
young cunt squeezing his dick.  Slowly he withdrew, completing his first full stroke and then
slowly drove back in.  He thrust her slowly at first, before he picked up the tempo of his deep
fuck, slamming his cock head into her cervix with each and every penetration. 

She cried out, "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh sweet fucking mercy! Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!  Harder
Poppy!  Harder!  Harder!"  

He rolled them both over, still joined in coitus.  Sitting up in his lap she fucked him slowly,
grinding her clit into his pubic mound.  With increasing urgency she rose and fell on his cock. 
Her body began to tremble, rippling with the first stages of her climax.  Gasping with little
squeaking noises, her vagina clasped his dick like a slippery vise as she came again hard.

The spasmodic squeezing of her velvety cunt on his prong sent him over the top.  "Agghh! 
Aggghh!  Aggghh! Aggghh!" he cried out in sweet agony as he exploded over and over into the
reservoir tip of his condom. "Fuck!  Fuck yeah!"  He panted and gasped, spent for the moment,
as she collapsed on top of him.  

"Oh baby, I do love your pussy!" he murmured in her ear.

"Hmmmmmmmm," she moaned basking in the afterglow of great sex.  "That was good, so very
good Poppy. I love the way you make love to me."

"Anytime Cupcake, you're always welcome in my bed for a screwing." 

He abruptly rolled her off and stood up.  Looking once more at the ripe flesh of the naked girl in
his bed, he then stooped down and picked up her bikini and tossed it to the seventeen-year-old
vamp.  He pulled on his own swimsuit and told her he had to get back out and supervise the
party.  "I don't want you kids to get into any mischief.  What would your parents think?"



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