DaughterSwap – Naive Teenagers Fucking Their Step Dads
The tawdry taboo tale of DaughterSwap – Naive Teenagers Fucking Their Step Dads begins in the most innocent of settings – a suburban neighborhood block party. The bright sun shimmers off the manicured lawns as carnival music floats through the air. But beneath the radiant facade, dark desires stir.
Cadey Mercury, a lithe nymphet no more than 18, giggles as she bites into a juicy turkey leg, her pert breasts straining against the thin fabric of her crop top. Her Pretty Little Liars tresses sway gently in the breeze. Unbeknownst to her, several pairs of lustful eyes are glued to her barely legal form – her very own step-dads who gathered round, biding their time.
At the gazebo, the men huddle, sipping cold beer and eyeing their charges; Lily Jordan, Raven, and Cadey, who were raised as their beloved “daughters”. But as suitors hovered, they knew their claim to these teens was slipping away. Subtly, they hatched an improbable yet sinful scheme – to swap their young “step-daughters” for one hot, steamy night.
The method of propositioning the girls was as devious as it was perverted. Raven struck first, sidling up to her father’s best friend. “Knock, knock?” she purred, placing a finger to her lips. “Which door are you thinking of entering tonight?” Before he could respond, she sashayed off, her platform soles practically retching in the grass.
Cadey hardly needed encouragement – her gazpacho-gulping had already given her an amorous appetite. As music pumped from the boombox, she did the obvious – she gyrated obscenely, her modestly-clad ass in her step-dad’s unseeing face. Lily, strapping and bold, simply took her man, pulling him by the tie into the shadows toparts unknown.
The swap complete, the mood shifted from hygienic to HINT – less innocent, more insatiable. In the familial den, Cadey reclined sexily on the sofa, stroking her taut thigh. “Come make me a woman,” she giggled, hopping on the eager lap of her step-dad. Lily, her top louched low, diddled herself on a stack of Father’s Issues magazines, waiting impatiently for her new lover.
Raven, however, had little patience. She yanked her new man into the study, slamming the mahogany door. “You’re going to alter me,” she cooed, jerking his belt buckle. “This one’s for the boys at college.” Her petite fingers wholly gripped his engorged pillar before he could object. But objections were useless. The sin was in session.
The girls, all clueless doves against the men’s salacious designs, entered eagerly into the debauchery. In the living room, Cadey, now buxom in a Bible Study tee, bent over the armrest, her tiny panties yanked aside. “Teach me to worship the Lord,” she squealed as her new flesh-companion plowed her raw. Down the hall, Raven lay splayed on the waffle-weave comforter, her slender legs splayed. “I’m ready-made for spring break!” she beamed as a serpentine tongue made her squeal.
For Lily, strapped over her “father’s” knee, the spanking was just beginning. But not of the sort she’d had as a young girl. As the paddle rained down on her whistle-bare ass, she crooned, “I’ll be your little toy boy!” Her virgin jade was soon pumping amber oil. From the study -24K.
As the sun dipped low, their steamy tryst came to its climax. Cadey clutched her knee socks, posing with her new sugar daddy’s seed splattered prettily on her youthful cheek. “Time to send my cherry to Sunday school,” she said between giggles and squirms. Lily, sticky and sated, snuggled up to her deflowerer, a facial buddy who didn’t need a face replace. “You’re the man I’ve been praying for,” she smirked, her eyes aglow.
Only Raven remained unsatisfied, her little button unflicked, so to speak. Until, from the study, emerged her big poppa, his loaf yanked out of its package. “Baby, I’ve got your black board, right here,” he teased as she arched her back against the headboard. “I’m one lucky Z teor!” she squealed before being stretched over and over on the study. “Get. Ready. For. COLLEGE!” her fake daddy huffed as she nearly perished with pleasure.
It was a night of wild, wanton declarations and sinful sacraments. But above it all was a sense of fatherly hope – that they’d make these pure pussies Yearbook ready for the hordes of horny boys circling their prey. “Your bodies are sacred, girls,” one half-husband grunted. “Respect that. So I can steal you back each spring break.” The moral message was well-received. As sexual spouse swaps tend to be. The End… Until the next block party…
