DISCLAIMER: No, this story is not real. Hell, it might not even sound realistic. The people are real (although the names have been changed), but that's about it. I'm not big on build-up or character development, so if that's what you're looking for, prepare to be disappointed. I hope you enjoy it, but if you don't I probably won't lose any sleep over it...
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Greg was in his bedroom, reading a book as his stepdaughter, Serena, and her friends gathered downstairs. He had forgotten all about the sleepover the girls had planned until Serena and her best friend, Erin, had mentioned it after he had fucked them both earlier in the day.
In addition to Serena and Erin, there were three other girls over that night: Amber, the tall, slender redhead; Tammy, the short, curvy blonde; and Carly, the petite brunette. The girls had all gone to school together for years, and were all about the same age. Erin was the oldest, her nineteenth birthday coming up in just two weeks, and Carly was the youngest, just a month or so past her eighteenth birthday. The idea of having five hot eighteen-year-olds in his house was distracting him from his book and making his cock throb constantly. Part of him wished that his wife was here, so that he would have someone to fuck in order to take his mind off the girls. The bigger part of him, however, was happy she was out of town, hopeful that he might get to fuck at least one more of his stepdaughter's friends.
Greg was too distracted to bother continuing with his book, so he made his way down to the kitchen to get a drink. There, looking through the kitchen cupboards, was Tammy, dressed in a pair of jeans and a cami-style top that emphasized her large breasts and relatively narrow waist. The shirt also made it clear that Tammy wasn't wearing a bra underneath.
"Oh, hi Mr. Meyer!" Tammy said as she spotted him. Greg had told all of Serena's friends to call him by his first name, but they all insisted on the formal 'Mr. Meyer.'
"Hi Tammy, are you looking for something?"
"I can't seem to find your wine glasses," she said.
"That's because they're over here," he said, pointing toward the custom bar at the far end of the kitchen, where several wine and cocktail glasses hung from a stemware rack.
"Okay, now I feel stupid!" she said, laughing at herself.
"Aren't you girls all under legal drinking age?" he said, his gaze slightly accusing.
"Carly's older brother picked up a couple of bottles of wine for us," she replied. "I'm sorry, I guess we should have checked with you to see if we could drink here."
"It's okay, I was only teasing you," he said, smiling. He tried not to stare at her chest, but he didn't think he was very successful.
"So is it okay if we use some of your wine glasses?" she asked.
"Of course," he replied. "Just make sure everyone's careful not to spill anything."
"I'll keep everyone under control," she said with a flirtatious smile. She picked five glasses off the rack and proceeded down to the basement where the other girls were all talking. Greg watched her voluptuous ass jiggle as she walked away, then opened the fridge to pour himself a glass of juice. He had just taken a sip and put the glass down on the counter when Tammy came back around the corner from the top of the stairs.
"I forgot the corkscrew," she said, striding towards him. Just then her foot hit the leg of one of the chairs and she fell forward. He reached out and managed to catch her, keeping her from hitting the floor. In catching her, however, his left hand wound up grabbing her left breast. He helped her to her feet and she stumbled backwards against him, her ass pressing against his crotch. She looked over her shoulder at him and they both froze. "Thank you," she said, breathlessly. She made no attempt to pull away, so he slid his other hand to her right breast and then leaned down to kiss her. Her lips opened wide and her tongue came out to explore his mouth. She turned to face him and they continued to kiss, groping each other. Greg pushed her back into the fridge and lifted her shirt up over her breasts, then began to kiss and suck on her nipples. She reached down and rubbed the bulge at the front of his pants, then they were interrupted by a voice.
"I was wondering what was taking you so long."
Both Greg and Tammy looked over to see Serena standing there watching. Tammy quickly pulled her shirt down over her breasts.
"It's okay," Serena said. "I'll just tell the girls that you hurt yourself and that Daddy's taking care of you. Have fun." With that, she turned and walked away.
"That didn't make any fucking sense!" Tammy said.
"I'll explain later," Greg replied. "Why don't we go upstairs?"
