"Uhhh gawwwd, Daddeee!" sang the 18 year old brunette, her eyes closed, her head dropped to her father's bed sheets as she stuck her small ass in the air more, spreading her knees wider, feeling that awesome erection probing her shaved cunt from the rear, "fuuuck meee, pleeease Daddeee, fuuuck meee!"
Fallon was slobbering into her Daddy's bed sheets, her mouth still flavored by the taste of his amazing, huge penis she had been sucking only a few minutes earlier, but now that was plunging with full fury into her tight, teenage cunt. The long-haired brunette was grunting hard, feeling her cunt being stretched open, while her father's powerful, middle-aged body was slamming into her petite, skinny, tanned frame harder and harder. The massive size of his dick -- eight and a half inches long, and fatter than her fist -- was already making her wail in delicious pain, feeling her cuntlips stretching open to accommodate it, and the pressure was mounting deeper and deeper in her pussy, as he shoved more and more of his dick into his daughter.
"Daddy, yesss -- fuuuck meee!" She was so fucking glad her mother decided to go shopping this summer weekend morning, leaving her alone at home with her perverted father so the two of them could resume their recent, incestuous affair. Ever since an insanely sexy game of strip poker turned into an orgasmic foursome a week earlier, she couldn't stop fucking her father -- in the morning, when he got home from work, late at night. Anytime they could get alone without her bitchy mom figuring it out, even when she was doing laundry in the basement. Fallon had quickly grown an insatiable appetite for her daddy's penis. Shrieking as the gorgeous dick drove into her pussy deeper and faster, the daughter screamed out her passion for him. "Daddy -- I love you -- I love your huge cock, fuuuck meee!"
She heard him snicker, while his powerful hands gripped her naked, soft buttcheeks more tightly, holding her hips in place while he pounded his pelvis against her ass and thighs rapidly. She could hear the squishy noises of her vagina being penetrated by her father's huge shaft, and the smacking of his sweaty skin against her young body. "I'm sure," her father teased, "you say that to ALL the married cocks you've let fuck you this summer!"
Indeed, there had been a lot -- ten, in just a few months since school ended. She loved fucking every one of them, even the ugly, fat guys like her father's friend, Mark. He was a great lay, even if he wasn't much to look at, as she discovered earlier in the month....
CHAPTER 7: Saturday, Aug 3
For the first two months of the summer, Fallon had gotten good at finding the married men at the pool with no morals, who were more than willing to stick their married dicks into her teen cunt. But there were only so many men at the pool like that. She continued to lust for hot men to fuck her that summer, but she realized, she might have to find a different source of those men.
She hadn't thought about her daddy's friend's.
Her father was pretty athletic, and liked to hang out with his buddies on weekends. Fallon had met some of them -- Mark, Mike, Derek, others -- and, to her, they had always just been "daddy's friends." They were all married, most had kids. Some were nice to look at, others not so much. She'd never thought of them as potential boyfriends or, at least, fuck buddies; but in the midst of this particular summer, things were changing for her.
It happened by accident, really. She was at home on a Saturday morning, she'd woken up late (past 10 am) after going to a party with teen friends the night before. She had to be at the pool at 1 pm for the mid-afternoon shift, so she was killing a couple of hours lounging around the house doing nothing. She was still dressed in her clothing she'd slept in -- one of her daddy's long sports jerseys, which hung loosely on her and was more comfortable than her nighties. It fell halfway down her thighs, and underneath it she wore only an old pair of pink cotton panties. Her long, dark hair was mostly still tangled, she hadn't showered and didn't have any makeup on at all.
On her back on the sofa watching TV, she heard the doorbell ring. Fallon at first ignored it, but it rang again. "Fuck," she muttered, forcing herself to get up and answer it.
It was one of her father's friend's, Mark. He was a pretty nice guy, with a soft round face, big blue eyes, and a receding hairline of dirty-blonde, close-cut hair. Mark had kids and a wife, and had only said maybe ten words to Fallon his entire life. He wasn't the kind of guy she'd seek out, either, not even when she would be on the hunt for married men. He was definitely overweight, with too much of a belly, and a flabby chest and thick thighs. He wasn't huge, like some disgustingly fat pig; but he'd let himself go, and his looks didn't impress her at all.
She stood there in the doorway, listening to him explain how her dad said it was okay to get something from his basement home office, or something. "Whatever," she said, opening the door, and letting him in. He muttered something about not wanting to stay long, and when he found out she was home alone, Mark got real worried. "Shit, I don't want your parents to think I came over when you're alone, damn, let me be real quick, I'll be right out of here, you'll never know I was here, sorry, I had no idea you were here alone!"
Fallon stood in the doorway of her father's basement office, watching Mark look through piles of materials on her daddy's desktop, until he found whatever he was looking for. But when he looked up, Fallon noticed his eyes didn't go all the way to her face -- he clearly just peered at her sexy, thin, tanned thighs, showing below the bottom edge of her daddy's loose jersey she was wearing.
Suddenly, the horny slut had a wish for something married and hard. She didn't much care how Mark looked, or if he was good or not. She had some time to kill, and maybe another conquest would be fun!
The opportunity arose when Mark said he was ready to leave, but she said not to be in a rush -- "No one cares you're here, I mean, no one even knows" -- and she asked if he wanted anything, like from the kitchen? He didn't, but she pushed it. "Hey, I'm alone all morning, it sucks, I'm so freakin' bored -- can't you stay, like, just a bit, please?" And she gave the married man a fake, pouty face, something no male could resist.
"Alright," he relented, "a bit." He looked around nervously, and at her apprehensive, the worry showing on his face.
Fallon led him back to the living room on the first floor, having Mark take a seat on the sofa as she excused herself. "I wasn't ready for company," she explained, hurrying to scamper up to the second floor and her bedroom. Working quickly, she brushed out her hair, put on some lipstick and eyeliner, and stripped nude. She dabbed some perfume on her body, and standing looking in the mirror, she wondered about what to put on. Eventually, she decided she'd better just tease him first, so she put on something her mom didn't even know she owned -- a string bikini and thong, which barely covered her smallish tits and didn't cover any of her ass, really, whatsoever. Then she put on a white robe around it, and bounced down to see Mark again, feeling frisky.
The rotund married man was surprised to see her wearing just a robe, as she came into the room. He definitely didn't relax, when he saw her. Fallon snickered at how she had a married man feeling so nervous, while she was so playful. "So maybe you can tell me something?" She stood in front of him, clutching the robe around her body, completely covering herself up from neck to knees. "I, like, got something my friends told me I look good in, but I don't know -- maybe it's not right for me, I mean, I dunno -- maybe you can tell me what you think?"
She heard him gulp, and he gingerly sat upright, still unsure of being there with her. "Ummm -- I guess -- I'm not much of an expert on teen fashion."
"Oh, well, you're an expert enough," she explained with a giggle, "I mean, you're a man, and all!"
As she said that, she opened the robe and let it fall to her feet, showing off her nearly naked body to her dad's fat friend, clad only in the skimpiest of yellow string bikinis.
His jaw fell open, as he eyes were fixated on the sight of her teen figure. Her bony shoulders, thin waist and slim thighs, all bronzed tan from the summer, were completely uncovered. Her 32A boobies were also almost naked, except the string top of the bikini had two small triangles covering her nipples and parts of her fleshy breasts, but nothing else. The thong's front panel snuggly fit on her crotch, outlining her shaved lips inside, but the string arched high over her hips and showed off every bit of her legs. With Mark staring in amazement, she spun around, showing the backside too. Her entire back and butt looked completely nude, except for the yellow string of her bikini top across her back (and another one around her neck, under her dark hair), plus a "T" shape of the yellow string framing her ass. The vertical string dug into her asscrack, making her half-creamy, half-tanned butt look nude to the man.
Mark was barely breathing, his eyes bulging out, and his face turning shades of red. "Wow -- I -- wow -- Fallon, I mean -- I, um -- I probably shouldn't, you know, be here, seeing you in that -- that's, um -- you're, um, like, not, I mean -- you, I, I shouldn't, like, I should go --"
"Why?" She turned to face him again, hands behind her butt, staring at him. She was arching her back, pushing her boobies forward. "Don't I look good in it? Am I too flabby for it?"
