Britney 03: The Party at Britney’s - Sex Stories

Britney 03: The Party at Britney’s

... plug in you and went straight to fucking, it would hurt a whole lot more. Say thank you."

Britney whimpered, blinking away tears. "Thank you daddy."

"Good girl." He helped her up, smoothing down her dress. "Daddy will take that out when you're ready. Don't forget, Katie and Uncle Roger will be here soon."

Britney nodded and walked to her bedroom. Trent grinned as he watched, she was still figuring out how to walk with the plug-- it's little butterfly bottom was cute but couldn't be comfortable--tucked in her asshole. He could barely hold himself back he was so excited. He'd been planning this for days, he and Roger had had far too many conversations about how and when they'd each take their little girls' last virginities. Trent could't wait to show off to his friend later that day, he could only begin to imagine how tight Britney's little pucker would be around his throbbing cock.

"Love you, kiddo!" Trent called just as Britney was closing the door to her bedroom.

"I love you too, daddy." She told him, her voice quiet. She'd love taking it up the ass eventually, Trent couldn't wait until she was begging him to fuck her there.

* * *

"So, you did it?" Roger asked as he poured a healthy amount of rum into the blender.

He and Katie had arrived a little while earlier, the girls were out by the pool waiting on drinks promised by their fathers. Trent was pulling out all the sugariest juices he had in the fridge in an effort to hide the taste of the rum. ...

... They had a plan, they'd been talking about it for days. Roger hadn't been sure, exactly, but he confirmed as soon as Trent opened the door to him and Katie. They wouldn't share the girls tonight, it was an introduction: they'd simply treat them each the way they were treated when they were alone, but together. They'd get the girls used to the idea that their daddies were both using their bodies, that they could be used in front of one another--as much as they could handle this early on, that is--and they'd do it by plying the girls' with booze. It was a cheap trick, certainly, but sure to be an effective one.

"Sure did, stuck it right up there just before you two arrived."

"How'd she take it?"

Trent pulled a bag of ice out of the freezer. "Ah, like she usually does, a bit of complaining but she knows not to put up too much of a fight." He scooped some into the blender.

Roger stood back, staring at his friend. "Man, if you'd have told me any of this a month ago..." He shook his head, letting out a laugh. "Anyway, I popped Katie's cherry last night."

"Did you?" Trent smacked him on the back. "Way to go man, how was it?"

Roger grinned. "Tight as all fuck. Best thing I've ever done. I owe you and your dad a real debt."

"She take it well?"

"Well enough, definitely. I'd planned to be a bit more gentle, but..."

Trent laughed. "Just couldn't help yourself, could you?"

"Not at all, I fucked her real good."

"Well I hope you're ready to break her in some ...