Missy: Day Three


It was raining when I woke up the next morning. The rain tapped gently against the windows in my bedroom, wind shaking the trees in the backyard. It was one of those days where I wanted to curl up in bed and read, cozy and warm under the covers. But unfortunately at eighteen I still needed to go to school. As quickly as I could I scurried into the bathroom and turned on the shower, closing the bathroom door to keep the steam in. Hopefully it would heat the room up a little and take away my chill.

I showered quickly, knowing Mommy well enough to know she didn’t like to drive in this weather. She would want to leave a few minutes early for the drive to school. I dried off, the soft cotton of the towel rasping against my skin. For a change, I braided my hair, Katnis Everdeen style. I knew my curls would be no match against the rain and dampness all day. Throwing on a cleanly washed and ironed uniform I walked down the stairs.

This morning there was no goodbye blow job at the bottom of the stairs. Instead I found Daddy alone, searching for ‘the good umbrella’ in the coat closet. Today he was wearing a slate grey suit and a dark blue shirt, setting off the color of his eyes. He was so handsome. The suit fit him just right, tight in all the right places. The way it cupped his ass had me tilting my head to get a better eyeful as he rummaged in the closet.

“C’mere pretty girl, Daddy’s in a rush this morning,” he said, hand outstretched towards me.

I skipped to him, leaning against his body when he pulled me close. He leaned down and placed his lips on mine again and kissed me. He wasted no time this morning easing me into it, thrusting his tongue in my mouth, dueling with my own. I whimpered into his mouth when I felt his hand slide under my skirt to cup my ass. After what felt like a few minutes he gave it one last squeeze and pulled back.

“I don’t want to hear about you not tending to your cunny all day again, do you hear me young lady?” he said sternly.

“Yes Daddy!” I replied earnestly, “I’ll be good, I promise!”

He nodded and I watched him jog to his car quickly through the rain. It was really coming down out there.


At school that day I learned about how Christopher Columbus really wasn’t that great of a guy in History and then about how AP Statistics would help me throughout my whole life. So far this year we had heard more about how useful statistics were than actually learning how to use them. By lunch time the storm had gotten worse, the lights flickering occasionally at the school. Word spread that there might even be an early dismissal, but I was no stranger to those types of rumors. Unless the buses couldn’t drive on the roads and the lights were off, we’d be leaving at our regular 3:30pm dismissal time.

I was pleasantly surprised to find that gym class was canceled. We clearly couldn’t go outside to the soccer field as planned and the boy’s gym class was using the weight room. With an assembly going on for the 9th graders in the gym, ironically on sex education, we were stuck being ‘supervised’ in the girls’ locker room. By supervised they meant that Mrs. Davis would sit in the office attached to the locker room and watch The Bachelor while we hung out until the bell rang.

My pussy was starting to itch from not having attention all day so I went into the bathroom area, choosing the last stall in the back. I sat on the toilet, pulled my panties down and lifted up my skirt. I had just started to reach down to finger my clit when I heard moaning coming from another stall. Was another girl masturbating too?

“Oh yea, do it harder!” I heard, the voice breathy and high pitched.

“Yea pump it! Pump it good!” it continued.

I licked my fingers and felt my cunny, hot to the touch as I tried to place the voice.

“Oh my Goooood! You’ve got four in! Oh God it feels good. Keep going!” the voice said.

I knew that voice. It was Amelia! My FRIEND. She was clearly being fingered, and with four fingers no less!

“You’re going to make me cum,” she said desperately. “Oh God you’re gonna make me squirt!”

And then a gasp that I thought was the start of her climax changed to a cry of protest.

“No, no! It won’t fit! Don’t! Don’t push it in—uuuugggghhh!”

She was grunting and crying out, I couldn’t tell if it was from pleasure or pain. Either way, I rubbed my clit faster, my pussy positively soaked.

“Ugh! Fuck bestie! Ugh! You’re! Ugh! Fisting! Ugh! Meeeee!” she squealed.

Bestie?! She was taking a whole fist up her cunt?! Her best friend’s fist?! Wow. My mind was in overdrive, pleasure pulsing through my body as I came almost immediately from the thought. My cunt clenched and my clit throbbed. I moaned, riding the wave until my clit was too sensitive. The grunting continued for a few more minutes and then I heard Amelia yell that she was cumming.

“Oh yea, soak me!” I heard, this time from her bestie Lisa.

I took some tissue and wiped my pussy so that my juices wouldn’t chafe my inner thighs and flushed the toilet. I left the stall and went to wash my hands in the sink. Behind me another stall door opened and Lisa came out. She was opening and closing her hand. Spreading her fingers wide and then closing them into a fist.

“She took it, she finally took it!” Lisa said excitedly, raising her fist in the air in victory.

I laughed at her antics and smiled as she held the stall door open.

“Look!” she said, gesturing to the stall.

I moved closer so I could see inside and saw Amelia sprawled on the toilet. Her legs were spread wide, her skirt bunched at the waist and her panties hanging sadly around one ankle. Her head was leaning against the wall, taking deep breaths after what had to have been a monster climax. Her dirty blonde hair was matted with sweat. What shocked me though was her shaved pussy. It was red and engorged, leaking a little clear fluid down over her asshole. Her cunt hole was stretched and gaping so that I could actually see into the small dark tunnel.

“Fuck,” I breathed out as I looked at her wrecked pussy.

“She went fucking crazy for it when I forced it in,” Lisa explained, clearly excited by their accomplishment. “She squirted everywhere!”

Lisa gestured to her uniform which I now noticed was soaked, making her white shirt see through. I licked my lips, her tits looked good. Amelia groaned, distracting me from my thoughts.

“You okay Amelia?” Lisa asked her, kneeling down by Amelia’s side.

Amelia nodded and reached down to feel her stretched hole. She made a whining noise when she felt how open she was.

“What’s the matter? Do you want more?” Lisa asked, clearly ignoring that it was a cry of discomfort and disbelief versus being horny.

Without waiting for an answer from her friend, Lisa made a fist and brought it up to Amelia’s cunt. Amelia started shaking her head no, but Lisa wasn’t paying any attention. Her gaze was fixated on the closed fist pressing into her bestie’s gaping hole. Amelia’s pussy didn’t want to let it in again. Lisa just pushed harder, changing tactics and trying to twist it back and forth to corkscrew it into Amelia’s body.

I glanced up to Amelia’s face and met her pale green eyes. I held them as she stared into mine, grimacing and breathing heavy as Lisa forced her hand inside. Without breaking eye contact I knew the moment it popped inside, her pussy giving up its fight against the large intrusion. The expression on her face changed instantly from one filled with pain to sweet, sweet relief.

Her eyes rolled back and her head fell against the wall. I looked down to see Lisa pushing her fist as deep as it would go, past her wrist and a few inches of her forearm.

“Holy shit,” I said, my voice filled with wonder. “Look at her take it! I didn’t know that was possible!”

“I’ve been trying to fist her for a week now so we can go to the kennel, but she’s been maxed out at four fingers. I can’t wait to go home and make an appointment!” Lisa said excitedly as she pulled back her fist and punched it in again.

She developed a steady rhythm as a I watched, fascinated. I couldn’t believe you could take something so large and so deep into your body. When I really thought about it though Lisa’s wrist was as thick as Daddy’s cock. Was I going to have to take something that size into my body too? Goosebumps broke out over my body thinking about it.

A wet slurping noise came from Amelia’s cunt as Lisa jabbed her fist into her with short jerky motions. Amelia was in a state of constant moaning now, her words more gibberish than coherent thoughts. Her face the perfect picture of the fine line between agony and pleasure.

The wet sounds got louder and Lisa yelled, “Oh yea bestie! Here we go! Cum! CUM!”

She pumped her fist so fast it was almost a blur, her elbow moving at a blinding rate. Just then a clear fluid started shooting out of Amelia’s pussy. Holy crap! Was it so much that she was peeing?

“Yaaaaaasssss!” Lisa cried, leaning down with her mouth opened wide to catch some of the liquid.

With every thrust of her arm more fluid shot out. It gushed over Lisa’s forearm and down over Amelia’s taint. Once it stopped Lisa slowed her movements down and finally ended her assault, pulling her fist carefully out of her friend. Lisa reached up and patted Amelia’s cheek with her dry hand.

“You gonna make it?” she said with a laugh.

Amelia nodded and started to sit up straight on the toilet, fixing her clothes as best she could. Lisa stood up and once she saw that Amelia was okay, walked over to the sink to wash her hands.

“That was insane!” I whispered to Amelia. “Are you ok?” I asked her.

She just smiled at me.

“That looked brutal but you came so hard!” I said.

She nodded and stood up, her legs a little shaky, still silent.

“Well did you like it or not!?” I said, exasperated.

“You’ll see soon enough for yourself,” she said and winked at me.

Without another word Amelia walked up to Lisa, grabbed the back of her head and crushed her mouth onto Lisa’s. I left the bathroom as they passionately made out, Amelia’s hands reaching up to pinch and twist Lisa’s nipples cruelly. Best friends were weird.


When Mommy picked me up from school I was pleased to be able to tell her that not only did I cum at school, but I also got to learn about fisting. She was pleased and asked me to tell her about it. I filled her in and told her about all the liquid that shot out of Amelia and asked her if it was pee. It didn’t smell like pee, but it was the only way I could make sense of it.

“Oh honey, that’s called squirting!” she explained patiently. “There’s a spot inside your vagina called the g-spot that when you rub it makes you squirt fluid. It’s a clear fluid that’s mostly water. Some say it tastes a little bit like salty lemons.”

“So that’s like a girl’s cum?” I asked, fascinated.

“Yes, exactly baby girl. It doesn’t happen every time but when we go to the salon next week they’ll show you all about it,” she promised.

We rode the rest of the way in comfortable silence and when we pulled up to the house she didn’t pull into the driveway. I looked at her and raised my eyebrows in question.

“Mommy’s going to visit her personal trainer this afternoon and won’t be home until after dinner. Peter had an opening and knew I wouldn’t pass up another stretching,” she said.

I nodded in understanding. Mommy loved to stay trim and fit.

“You and Daddy will have to fend for yourselves for dinner. I’ll be home around 7:30pm, ok?”

I nodded again as I got out of the car.

She waved as she pulled away, I jogged quickly up the driveway and let myself in to the house. I had a couple of hours before Daddy came home to figure out what to make for dinner for us. Another cum and a nap sounded just about perfect right now.



I jolted awake. I blinked my eyes open and looked at the clock on my nightstand next to my bed. It was seven o’clock. I had napped way longer than I meant to.


Daddy was yelling from downstairs, sounding pretty annoyed. I jumped out of bed and quickly rain downstairs, re-braiding my hair as I went. In my sleep it had started to fray and fall apart.

“Hi Daddy!” I said cheerfully, a big smile on my face, finding him in the kitchen.

“Where’s Mommy?” he asked, his eyes roaming up and down my body, staring and not moving from my lower half.

I looked down to see what he was looking at. In my haste to get downstairs I had forgotten to get dressed. When I played with my cunny after school I had taken off my skirt and panties so they wouldn’t get wet and be in the way. Before I fell asleep, exhausted from my cum thinking about the look on Amelia’s face as her pussy gave way to the fist, I had removed my bra but kept my button down uniform shirt on. No girl likes to sleep in a bra.

I was only wearing the short white shirt that came with my uniform. My bald pussy and legs exposed to my Daddy’s stare.

Oh. My. Gosh.

I froze, not knowing what to do. I looked up at him, my face heating with a blush. My nipples tightened and got hard, my cunny started to moisten.

“Daddy?” I asked, trying to get him to meet my eyes.

He hadn’t taken them off of my little cunny.

“Bend over the kitchen table.”

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