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It was Friday, the weekend was before us, and my friends and I were having fun. Her tongue thrust into my mouth as my fingers fumbled at her blouse, working to open her top.Rita’s rump rubbed on mine through my pants as she moaned behind me. She was kissing Tammy. The four of us had been friends for years and years. As our bodies developed, and our hormones surged through us, we fell into fooling around with each other. It was a way to be good, Christian girls and not lose our virginities to any boys.Especially when there was a man whom I wanted.Courtney whimpered into my mouth, her lips so hungry. I was so wet. All day I had this itch in me, and now it was finally able to be scratched. My fourteen-year-old body trembled as I undid her next button, my hand working higher and higher up her blouse.Her fingers worked on mine. Rita’s bed creaked as the four of us squirmed on it. Each of us moaning. Courtney kissed me harder. Our lips nibbled on each other. Our tongues dueled. I whimpered. We strolled in to see daddy with a semi limp dick and this very young girl with nice round perky nipples. She seemed to be embarrassed, covering herself. Daddy introduced her as Lindsy. I put my hand out and said I was Lori. I introduced John to daddy and to Lindsy. I told daddy that I was getting my things together, so I can move in with John. I had excused me and John as we went down to my room. Once in my room, I turned to John and began to undress him. I told him when I saw daddy fucking Lindsy, I began to get wet and wanted to grab him right there to suck his dick. John smiled at me, then led my head towards his dick.It didn't take me long to have him moaning and fucking my face, while he held handfuls of my hair and pumped his dick further into my throat. When he finally let me up for air, John turned me around, lifted my skirt and rammed his throbbing dick deep in my pussy. I lifted a leg to the edge of my bed as he rammed me hard. A quick slap on my ass made me.
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