1. Morgan's Mounds 2 - Menage a Trois


    Date: 1/2/2016, Categories: Fiction Blowjob Male / Female Teens, Male/Teen Female Teen Virginity Young Author: DaSpark, Source: sexstories.com

    ... hoped so. Sure I didn't want to go to jail, but what I really hoped was that Morgan would come over, that I could have her. . . again. She was the only thing on my mind all day as I did some yard work and then cleaned the pool. I had gone in for a drink when I heard the garage and saw Chelsea was pulling in, too fast for me to see who it was in the passenger seat. My cock jumped just a little thinking Morgan had come back to me. To take me back to heaven. The door to the house opened, "Hey Dad. Jill's gonna spend the night ok?" "Sure, sure. Hi . .Jill." I tried to hold the disappointment out of my voice. Jill was a good girl, a great girl. Just not a hot girl. She was a slow developer and she was skin and bones, flat as a board, and a bright orange very pale ginger. My dick was soft right away, probably for the best. I was glad Chelsea brought someone home. She had seen me for sure, I had seen her. I was afraid it would be awkward, between us, but Chelsea was a smart girl and Jill was a great go between until it felt like old times. Just a little family secret, all families have some kind of secret, don't they? Not all involve fucking a high school friend of your step-daughters, but secrets none the less. My disappointment continued, as Morgan was a starting cheerleader on varsity all ready. No big surprise with those assets. I even found myself having some pretty good sex with Carla, most of the time hate fucking to the thought of some shithead jock fucking my Morgan. I bet ...
    ... she was fucking a different kid every other day, and it pissed me off, and turned me on at the same time. Weeks went by, enough that the weather was crisp, the leaves had fallen off the trees and the standings in the NFL were taking shape. I hadn't seen my love in so long. Not once since our night. I was starting to loose the crispness of the memories. I needed another experience, another tryst, another hard fuck of that tight little twat! So I nearly yelped when I heard my daughter say, "Mom, this friday there isn't a football game, can Morgan spend the night?" "I have to go out of town sweetie, you'll have to ask Dad." "What do you think dad?" Chelsea was starring right at me. I fell my ears flush. "Uh sure, no problem sweetie." I could scarcely keep my composure. She would be here. Just to see her, see her breasts in person, under clothing was fine, just to see her! It felt like the longest week of my life. Until finally Friday arrived. It was about six when the girls got home, first Chelsea and then . . . Morgan. Oh god, she was in her cheerleader outfit! Oh Jesus, she couldh't have been more of a cliche fantasy. "Hi Dad." "Hi Mr. H!" Morgan smiled as she and Chelsea went to the kitchen her face was all smiles and her hair in a pony tail. I couldn't help but follow just enough to see into the kitchen. They were putting bags on the counter. "We got chinese food and the first three Saw movies. We felt like a horror night." Said my step daughter. "Yeah, since its cold out we ...
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