Anya and Emily

Contains themes of incest and sexual assault.

Emily sat down on the city bus. She was very short and had her auburn hair pulled up into two little buns sticking diagonally from the sides of her head. She wore a blue and white one-piece cheerleader outfit with a skirt so short that her butt sat right against the seat. A girl in the seat in front of her was looking at her.

"How old are you?"

Emily stared at her for a second.

"18."

"Are you wearing panties?"

Emily closed her legs a little tighter.

"Can I see?" Several boys on the bus were looking now. The girl hadn't been very quiet. "Here," she said and moved into the seat with her. "Just show me. Don't worry about them."

Emily looked down in embarrassment and brushed some stray hairs behind her ear. She looked at the boys. They couldn't see. Emily turned towards the girl a bit more, just in case, and spread her legs. The girl rubbed her clit softly through her panties. Emily flinched, but didn't stop her.

"Does that feel nice?"

"Yeah..." Emily breathed heavily and grabbed the girl's arm for support as the bus jolted around.

The girl kept rubbing up and down, then in little circles, until she felt a nice wet spot on Emily's soft white panties.

The bus stopped and opened its doors.

"Can I have these?" Emily nodded, then slipped her undies down her legs and over her chucks.

The girl smelled them quickly, then folded the panties and put them in her bra.

"Thanks. What's your name?"

"Emily."

"Hi Emily, I'm Anya." Anya kissed her then got off the bus at their university's stop.

They saw each other again during lunch and decided to sit together in the caf.

"We have bio together, right? How come you like, never show up?" Anya held Emily's thigh as she asked between spoonfuls of pudding.

"My dad always makes me late."

"Ooh what does your dad look like? Is he cute?"

"I don't know..." Emily played with her food.

"Why, does he fuck you or something?"

"Yeah."

Anya dropped her spoon and grabbed Emily's arm.

"Really?! GRRR that's so fucking hot. God... fuck, I'm so jealous. Is that why you're always late? He fucks you every morning?"

Emily nodded.

"You lucky little bitch," Anya smiled.

They sat in silence for a moment. The time came for their next class, and they started to get up.

"Hey, could I sleep over tonight?" Anya asked. "I wanna watch if he decides to play with you."

Emily blushed. "I could ask."

Anya squealed. "Fuck, you're the best. You're my new best friend, and I am not fucking kidding. Gimme your number, bitch."

Anya licked her lips as she put in the digits. "I love you!" she kissed Emily again, but this time squeezed her naked ass too. "See you tonight!" Anya called as she bounced down the hall.

Later in the girls' locker room, Emily was trying to scavenge a new pair of panties as the other cheerleaders changed before practice. Most of the girls were too busy chatting to pay Emily any mind. A few of them were getting felt up or bent over benches by the football players who always sneaked in, one of which overhead Emily.

"I can't just borrow them till after practice?"

"Hey Emily, you're not wearing panties?"

Emily was notorious for wearing her outfit all day when there was practice, so she didn't risk pretty boy jock spies seeing her changing. So far that had kept her in their peripheral vision, but now she'd been caught. Emily didn't respond. The pretty boy jock stopped bouncing the cheer captain on his dick and stood up, naked and hard and very big.

"Come on, let's see it," he smiled cutely. Emily blushed. Most of the other girls were looking out of the corners of their eyes; they were curious but trying to stay out of it.

Emily turned around hesitantly. She had been anxious of this moment ever since she became a cheerleader. Emily bent over low. Her skirt was so short that she didn't even need to lift it for everyone in the locker room to see her precious girl parts.

"Oh, my god." It was the cheer captain.

Tyler the pretty boy smiled hugely. He squeezed Emily's ass then stuck a finger in and out of her narrow cunt. She shook but stayed put. Tyler aimed his thick cock into Emily and squeezed her cheeks while he pushed all the way in. Emily tried to stay quiet but it felt so good. Her legs were tensing as she stood on her tippy toes and took his thick cock over and over. A few minutes passed, and Emily couldn't take it a moment longer. She moaned, though as softly as she could manage as she reached orgasm, just before Tyler pressed his dick in Emily as far as it would go and followed suit, spurting lots and lots of dirty jock cum inside her without a moment's warning or two words asking consent. Then Tyler left quickly. Apparently his girlfriend was also a cheerleader. He was only in their locker room today because she was running late today. Emily found this out later, during practice.

Emily was standing in a huddle with the other girls, but her legs were crossed tightly. Tyler had left a lot of cum in her too soon before practice started, leaving Emily no time to clean it out of her pussy. So she suffered.

Emily lasted surprisingly long without needing to separate her legs for too long. She was the lightest, so most of the time the other girls were just throwing her around. Emily ended up tossed to the second level of a pyramid of fit, peppy girls. The cheerleader holding both her feet rather than one like usual was getting tired of her thighs being pressed together.

"Emily, spread your fucking legs," Karen snapped at her. Then she turned to another cheerleader and made a nasty comment on Emily's lack of panties, and Emily apparently being such a "filthy skank" that she "threw herself" onto Tyler, Karen's boyfriend.

Emily's legs started to tremble with fear of being dropped now. And she felt warm cum begin to run down her thigh because of it.

If I can't hold it in anyway,

she figured,

I might as well spread my legs and finish the formation.

So Emily did, and a lot more cum than anticipated drained out as a result. It didn't trickle gently down her thigh like she expected, and instead flushed en masse right into Karen's face. Karen gasped with a wide open mouth that then caught more semen. It was all over her face and the blue of her cheerleader outfit.

"Is this... cum? Is this my boyfriend's fucking cum?"

The girl next to Karen stifled a laugh as best she could.

"HE DIDN'T EVEN USE A CONDOM, YOU BITCH?"

The entire pyramid broke out laughing and fell apart. Emily was bright red with embarrassment. She discreetly slipped out of the crowd to dash back to the lockers.

The bell rang at the end of Emily's last in-person class of the day. She grabbed her things from her desk and put them into her backpack.

"Emily?" her professor called. Mr. Lowrey. He was nice. She looked up to see what he needed. But he waited until the last student left to speak.

"You know I love your good habits as a committed student. But please, if you're not going to wear panties in a skirt that short..."

Emily slammed her legs closed.

"...don't sit in the front row. It is very distracting." Emily was bright red as an apple again. She nodded quickly.

"See you tomorrow," he smiled and handed her back a quiz with "100%" written proudly on the front.

"Emily!" Anya called from behind her. Emily paused getting on the bus while she urgently ran over. "Heyyy <3"

Emily smiled briefly and continued up the steps of the bulky city bus. Anya bit her lip as she watched up Emily's skirt. They picked a seat in the very back. Emily took the window.

"Soooo what'd your dad say? Did you ask him?"

Emily nodded.

"I texted him. He said you can spend the night."

"Did you tell him I'm sexy as fuck and in love with his daughter?"

Emily smirked politely and hugged her backpack a little tighter.

"No, you're right. He might not fuck you while I'm there if he knew that. Do you live with anyone else? Mom? Siblings?"

Emily shook her head.

"They're only half siblings, so they went with Mom when she left."

"How old? Did they 'play' with you too?" Emily didn't look like she wanted to answer that one.

Anya sighed and put her head in Emily's lap. Her heels rested on a boy on the other side of the aisle who didn't seem to mind at all. A few minutes passed. Emily tapped Anya's shoulder. She looked up from her phone.

"Isn't this your stop?"

Anya leaned up a bit to look out of the window. "Yeah but I'm going home with you, remember?"

"Now?"

Anya laughed. It was a very cute, flirty kind of giggle.

"You're fucking adorable," she sat up and leaned in close to Emily's pretty face, then kissed her. Passionately. Holding her soft lips in place against Emily's. Emily closed her eyes.

Anya turned both of them until she was lying on top of Emily against the bus seat.

She teased Emily's thigh with soft tracings of her polished fingernails, making their way north suspensefully. Anya kissed her neck and Emily moaned, then she slid her middle finger halfway into Emily's little pussy. Emily was dripping thick grool down her ass and onto the bus seat. She stopped Anya's hand as it started to push deeper, and held Anya back by her chest. Anya opened her eyes and looked at Emily. Her breath was heavy and she was sweating and looked overwhelmed. Anya smiled. She opened her mouth, and leaned through Anya's hand of protest to French kiss her. Anya's finger was still unmoved in Emily's little pussy. But then she started to push deeper again. Emily tried to stop her, pushing back uncertainly with both hands... but Anya was bigger and stronger. She forced Emily's tense little legs further apart with her hips, and slipped her finger in and out whether Emily liked it or not.

"White Street," the bus driver called out and opened the doors, unnecessarily announcing where he hoped the two troublemakers would both get the fuck off his bus. Anya smiled and sat up. She clawed Emily's thighs playfully, then ruffled her hair.

"Cmon cutie," she pulled Emily up and took her backpack. "We've got us a daddy to meet."

A short Asian man was preparing food in the kitchen of his apartment when the front door opened. He was only wearing loose black joggers, and had many scars on his tan bare chest.

"Hey, dad."

He glanced up, then did a double take as a new face crossed his living room. She was young, but older than his daughter. Maybe 19 or 20. Her skin was dark and her face flawless, taking flirting glances through wavy hair as black as night that reached her cleavage. Her dress was black and spotted white, and high enough to show off very short denim shorts. Emily squatted down to untie her sneakers as Anya bent over at the waist to unstrap her heels.

She whispered to Emily, "Daddy's staring... you think that means he likes what he sees?" Emily looked up at him and he looked away. Anya bit her lip. "Show me your room."

Anya did most of the talking. Much of it was about sexual conquests or Emily's dad. Emily did homework, but she listened. The day slipped away and soon Anya was asking if she would be sharing Emily's bed. It was much bigger than a little girl needed anyway.

Anya laid awake cuddling heavy snoozer little Emily. She couldn't stop fantasizing about that sexy mysterious man coming in and raping his daughter in her sleep. Or better yet, her daughter's slutty new friend. Anya wore only panties and a tiny t-shirt borrowed from Emily. She felt so vulnerable. She anticipated the soft creak of a slowly opening door for hours, until finally it came. Anya quickly untangled herself from Emily's little limbs and distanced herself across the bed, hoping to get played with inappropriately, or at least witness Emily getting played with. Anya was a very convincing fake sleeper. She laid completely still on her back, and even let her mouth hang open unflatteringly, but just slightly enough to really sell the lie.

Anya heard him pass her side of the bed. She peeked open an eye. In the dim glow of a streetlight outside Emily's window, Anya watched in pure bliss as the man pulled his daughter's pajamas down just past her ass, and rubbed her little pussy from behind as she slept soundly on her side. Anya was breathing heavily. She was on fucking cloud nine. Drip after drip of cunt slime tickled her thigh down to her ass as she became more horny than ever before to the sight of Daddy fingering his cute little girl in her sleep. Emily gasped. Her ass shook a little, and she moaned so erotically, but she didn't wake; she was used to this. To Anya, just

knowing

that fact was almost as satisfying as actually witnessing the act. Anya pretended to stir in her sleep and rolled onto her side as well, so as to get a better view of Daddy raping Emily.

He's jerking himself too,

she realized.

Could this get any fucking hotter?!

Right on cue, Daddy leaned in to the side of Emily's bed, guiding a pretty cock all the way into her pussy from behind. Emily tensed up and gasped from his girth, luring Anya towards her first ever orgasm without physical stimulation.

"Mm..." Daddy gasped under his breath as he felt his little girl's cunt squeeze him, and Anya felt herself squirt. She had to cover her mouth not to moan, but luckily Daddy was too occupied to notice. He fucked Emily. He fucked her so good. Anya slowly reached between her wet thighs and teased her aching cunt through her panties to this sight.

This is the greatest night of my fucking life.

Then Daddy moaned. He leaned all the way in against Emily's ass, and let out a shuddering breath. Anya had seen that process a million times: Daddy was cumming. Hard. In his daughter's unprotected teen cunt. Trembling and sweating, he pushed a few more times, milking for the last few drops, then pulled Emily's PJs and panties back up and left quickly like she was just some cheap slut to cum in. Anya just about gushed all over the bed, and while replaying tonight's events over in her head and rubbing her clit, actually did. Twice. She was working on a third when she finally reached

fuck it

and sprang impulsively from Emily's bed and through the door.

Heart pounding out of her chest, Anya slowly made her way across the hall to Daddy's door, then opened it silently to find him sitting up in bed watching TV. He didn't see her. Anya froze.

He'll probably be soft for a while. Maybe I'll get him in the morning.

She closed the door expertly and ran back to Emily's bed as she remembered her little pussy was still full of cum.

Anya rolled her recklessly onto her back, spread her little legs, and slowly pulled Emily's pajama pants and underwear down like a starving woman might if she'd just found a silver platter of ice cream in the desert.

Oh. My. Fuck.

Emily was still soaking wet. Her clit was swollen and her juicy pussy lips were oozing fresh Daddy cum. Anya leaned in and took a grateful taste, slowly scooping up different flavors of sex juice from Emily's little hole as she made her way up to her clit. Emily shivered in her sleep when she reached it.

Anya slipped two fingers into her own cunt. She fucked herself while she cleaned Emily's sex parts of her daddy's thick, musty cum, imagining it was him ramming her cunt from behind. She closed her eyes and gave herself to the narrative, pretending he was holding her waist down and fucking her roughly, even though he was too big and it hurt.

She begged him to stop, but he grabbed her hair, called her a bitch and a filthy slut and shoved her face back into his daughter's defiled pussy. Anya felt herself edging but didn't want to climax again yet, so she moved her fingers around to the rim of her asshole.

"No daddy, not there! It's too tight and it hurts my--!"

"Shut the FUCK up and make Daddy feel good."

Anya's fingers plunged into her ass fearlessly.

"Ohhhhh yeah, princess. Your ass feels so fucking tight. Ohhh daddy's cumming."

She held her fingers in and sucked on Emily's gorgeous pussy lips.

"You like that, don't you slut? Feel me pumping cum in your little ass? Wake up your little sister so she can lick your little girl parts clean while Daddy watches."

"Yes, Daddy..."