"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..."
