Page 4 of Knocked Up by Her Daddy's Friends

“I want you, all of you,” I murmur, looking at each of their handsome faces in turn.

That’s all it takes for them to bridge the gap between us. They surround me, caressing me with their strong calloused hands and expert mouths. Each takes a turn to kiss me hungrily, tongues exploring mine while the others tease and play with my nipples and my clit until I’m dripping and trembling with desire.

“Not here,” I whisper and the strong silent mixed-race one scoops me up and carries me up to the bedroom, laying me on the bed before they all continue their exploration of my body.

Not we’re out of the hallway they too undress and my eyes feast upon their chiseled abs, strong shoulders, and muscular biceps. Their bodies are works of art, finely honed and painted with intricate tattoos. They spring their erections free, and I gasp at the size of them.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” the blond growls, stroking his cock and watching as the leader of the group slowly teases me with his mouth, licking and sucking my clit in a way that makes me yearn for more, the other two each suck and nip at my nipples, making them into hardened pebbles. He moves his cock close to me and I eagerly caress the shaft with my hand before taking it in my mouth, licking the salty precum from the tip as he fucks my mouth.

The two men caressing my breasts now move, hungry for their turn, and I happily oblige, stroking one’s thick erection while the other slides his between the valley of my breasts. I can hardly think straight while the one expertly brings me to the edge with his tongue, teasing my clit while his strong fingers thrust in and out of me, caressing my g-spot.

“Oh my god, I’m gonna cum,” I moan, the words lost as the man who’s cock I’m sucking fills my mouth again.

“Me too baby, god you’re good at this,” he moans.

As I reach my climax, I feel the hard tip of the leader's erection stroking the folds of my slit, I’m wet and hungry for him and he pushes inside filling me completely. I cry out with pleasure as he thrusts in and out of me, my orgasm rippling through me again and again as the blond pumps his hot seed into my mouth. He sits back, satiated, happy to watch his friends fuck me senseless as the other two take their turn. This time I alternate between the two, one in each hand as I stroke the length of their shafts before taking them in my mouth and sucking and licking each of them one after the other.

The leader roars as he thrusts hard, also reaching his climax, making me cum yet again as I scream out, lost in pleasure. My pussy feels deliciously sore, and I don’t think I can cum again, but they aren’t done with me yet. The heavily tattooed and pierced one flips me over so he can take me from behind while I suck the other’s massive cock. Although the other two have already cum, that doesn’t stop them from teasing me, one lazily playing with my nipples and the other with my clit while they watch me being fucked from either end.

Every nerve ending is on fire, and I feel so unbelievably full. My pussy tenses and my body feels alight as I can feel the next orgasm building inside. I can feel that the two men are also close as they groan and thrust with increasing intensity, losing themselves in me. I taste the precum on the one’s cock as he pulls out of me, finishing himself with his hand while he eyes me hungrily. Moments later, I feel the other’s cock spasm inside me as he too reaches climax. This sends me shattering over the edge into yet another mind-blowing orgasm and everything goes dark.

And then I wake up.

I’m alone in bed in the darkness of my room. I’m drenched in sweat, the sheets clinging to me, the space between my legs sticky and aching with unfulfilled need.

Fuck.

I look at the digital display of the clock on my nightstand, it’s 5:14 am, too early to get up and get ready for college, but I know I won’t be able to sleep after that. This isn’t the first time I’ve had this sort of dream since Friday night.

An awkward, tense weekend passed at home following the gala. When Bill came back to the party he immediately set to work doing damage control and claiming that the bikers were trying to intimidate him into relaxing his harsh stance against drugs in our community but that he: “Refuses to be threatened and will do everything in my power to keep our community safe.” A bunch of BS, clearly, but people seemed to buy it. Trust Bill to spin this into a positive for him. At home, it’s been a different story. Bill has been tense, and more irritable than usual. I’ve done my best to avoid him all weekend.

I’m grateful that it’s finally Monday and I can escape the heavy atmosphere at home. I wish I went away for college so I could be out of Bill’s house for good, but he refused to pay for my tuition unless I stayed home and studied nearby. It was his way of controlling me and payback for me choosing to do journalism and not law like he wanted.

I just have to try to distract myself from the thoughts of the bikers before classes. I’m sure these dirty dreams will stop plaguing me once I’m back at college and have my degree to distract me. After all, it’s just a wild fantasy. This kind of thing doesn’t happen in real life. Especially not to virgins whose stepfather is in office. In reality, those men wouldn’t look at me twice, they’ve probably got queues of women lining up to spend the night with just one of them. There’s no way any of them would want me, let alone all four.

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Meghan, Trish, and Lucy are already waiting in the common room when I finally finish all of my classes. We sat next to each other in our first class, and we’ve been friends since, despite the fact that outside of journalism, we don’t have much in common. They’ve got a pitcher of margarita in front of them, every day is a party day in college, and I know full well they’re planning on partying tonight. I’m usually the first to go home, Bill would kill me if I came home drunk or was seen partying too hard, plus I want to focus on my studies. Journalism is my key to escape his household for good.

Meghan is the queen bee of our little group, a blonde cheerleader with a perfect body. She comes from family money and has little desire to become a journalist, she’d rather build her personal ‘brand’ and social media following to become an influencer. Trish is sweet and rather shy, allowing Meghan to boss her around. She’s tall and uncomfortable about it, with the unfortunate habit of stooping. She’s definitely prettier than she thinks. I hope Meghan’s influence might bring her out of her shell and give her some more confidence. Lucy is an international student from Korea who works hard and likes to party harder. She’s great fun, with a quirky sense of style. Today she’s wearing a pair of horn-rimmed glasses and a cute baggy tee shirt dress that hangs off her petite frame. It’s a look I love but could never pull off—I’d look like Winnie-the-Pooh.

“Skye!” Meghan squeals, waving me over.

“Hi guys, how was your weekend?” I ask, sitting next to them.

“It was so much fun! It’s such a shame you couldn’t come to the party, how was yours? Did you meet any rich hunks at your posh event?” Lucy asks with a giggle.

“I heard that some biker gang turned up and roughed your stepdad up, is it true?” Meghan asks eagerly before I can answer Lucy.

The other two also lean forward, keen to hear all about the drama. It’s a small town and news travels fast, especially juicy gossip like this, so I’m not surprised they’ve all heard.

“Well, they didn’t rough him up, but four of the Angels of Havoc did come and demand to speak with him,” I reply.

“Oh my god, what did they want from him?” Meghan asks breathily.

“He claims that they were making threats because they don’t like his war on drugs…” I say.

“But you don’t believe him,” Trish astutely adds.

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