Bethany had never felt as innocent and pure as the night she sat in a circle with her girlfriends taking the Are YOU a Good Bad Girl? quiz. Allison Sweets had found the quiz online and read the questions and multiple choice answers out loud. The quartet of girls howled with laughter as they worked through the quiz.

"Question #3: You're on a first date with that cute guy you've lusted over for months. You know the one, the guy with the big package inside the front of his pants. You have one chance before he's gone forever. Do you A) Unwrap that package the first chance you get. Christmas is CUMMING! B) Wait until he makes the first move before mounting that horse hung stud? Hi-yo Silver! C) Keep your legs crossed. There's big and then there's too big. Or, D) Time to grab the wide-angled lens because this needs to be documented and shared with everyone!"

"I'm not putting any pictures online," Tina Greggs said. "But I'd ride the hell out of it!" Her answer was shared by Wendy.

"Fuck it, if he's that hot and leaving town? Christmas is cumming early for me and HIM!" Allison squealed and laughed.

Last again to answer, Bethany shrugged. "I guess I'd wait for him to make the first move," she offered.

"That's the one you always choose," Tina challenged.

Bethany blushed, hoping the next question would be better. It was.

"Question #4: It's a rainy Saturday night and you ain't got nobody. Do you A) Pop some popcorn, raid the freezer for some Ben & Jerry's and plop down in front of Netflix for an Orange is the New Black marathon? Or B) Curl up with a good book and your favorite stuffed animal. Sometimes, it's okay to take a night off from the constant party of your life? Or C) Time to exfoliate your face, deep condition your hair and shave down there so you're ready for tomorrow night! Or D) Time to change the batteries in your vibrating buddies. They're getting a work-out tonight!" Allison finished reading the question, looked at Bethany and asked, "A or B?"

"D," Bethany replied with a relieved smile. Finally a question that didn't make her sound like prude.

"Bullshit!" Wendy Wilson cried before she started laughing at Bethany. "Do you even know what they mean by vibrating buddies?"

"Yes," Bethany said with an exasperated sigh and an eye roll. She was tired of her good girl persona. "And for your information, my favorite one doesn't buzz."

"Oh really?" Wendy's eyes went wide as she smiled. She grabbed a handful of her curly blonde hair, tossed it over her shoulder and asked, "How many vibrating buddies do you have?"

"How many do YOU have?" Bethany asked, turning the question back around without an answer.

"One, but I never need to use it," Wendy said, putting her pointy little nose in the air as if she was too good for a vibrator.

"If I had one, I'd used it," Tina said.

"You should get one," Allison told her. She received a surprised look from Wendy. "What? It's fun and sometimes it feels good to do it yourself. Right Bethany?"

"I think so," she replied, unsure if she was being set-up to be the butt of another joke.

"I have two and they both buzz," Allison confessed. "One is really big and the other is a little pocket rocket that feels really good back there, if you know what I mean."

"Oh yeah," Bethany giggled. "That feels really good!" Most of all, Bethany loved the shocked look on Wendy's face. Who was the good girl now?

"Have you ever allowed a guy, you know . . . back there?" Tina asked them.

"Wait, I have a question for that!" Allison said, flipping the page. How many questions did she have? "Okay, Question #22: Your backdoor, is it A) An exit only? B) Open only for love? C) A great way to avoid getting pregnant? Or, D) There's a reason why it's called the Hershey Highway?"

There were protests about the terminology before Tina said it was an exit only. Wendy agreed with her. Allison shrugged as she struggled with her answer. "I don't like any of those choices, so I guess B) Open only for love? I mean, I'll do it and not just for love, but, well, you know, right?" She looked gave the pretty redhead, Bethany, an expectant look.

"I guess it's D for me," Bethany revealed, feeling empowered by Allison's early comment about how Allison used her sex toys. "I do it a lot on my own." She blushed but smiled, too.

"Well, okay," Allison laughed. "Ready for Question #5? It's a short one: Spit, swallow, wear that spunk like something from Proud Mary or he's not getting that until he puts a ring on it?"

"Spit," Tina quickly announced.

"It should be, 'he's only getting it until he puts a ring on it,'" Wendy said. "What about you, pervert?" She looked at Bethany.

"I don't know," she said. She didn't and that was the problem with her playing this game. Before arriving at college, Bethany had been with one guy: Thom Marks. Their first time was their third to last date before heading off to college. It hadn't gone the way Bethany thought it should. Yes, fucking had felt good. She didn't have an orgasm; she never expected to have one on her first time. What had confused her was Thom's approach. They had done it in the missionary position each time. Foreplay had been kissing and caressing but nothing more. Bethany had wanted to try the things she had seen on the internet and read about. She had wanted to find out about oral sex and finger-fucking and everything else. If Thom had been willing, Bethany would have offered her butt to him, too. Two years of dating, kissing and nothing more had grown tiresome. Bethany had been ready to try it all. But too much church had caught up with Thom. After his orgasm he had been filled with shame and insisted they get dressed. That had happened three times between them. As had happened after so many other dates, Bethany had gone home and wore out the batteries on her toys.

"Wait, you'll let a guy fuck you up the ass, but you've never given a blow-job?" Wendy asked, trying to make sense of the redhead's answer.

"I never said I had a guy up my butt."

"You're not a virgin, are you?" Tina asked.

"No, I've done it," Bethany said, hating how she felt on the defensive about it. "And more than once, though all with the same guy."

"That ultra-religious guy?" Allison correctly guessed. Bethany was closer to Allison than Tina or Wendy. Along the way, Allison had heard more of Bethany's stories.

"Thom," she said.

"And that's all you did?" Tina quizzed, looking amazed. "He didn't go down on you or nothing?"

Bethany shook her head and felt innocent again.

"Girlfriend, we've got to find you some real dick!" Wendy crowed. "You're cute as hell. I bet half the guys at this college would want to get some of that."

"What's your answer?" Bethany asked Allison, hoping to push the attention away.

"Swallow or wear that spunk like something from Proud Mary," Allison giggled. "I love the taste of a guy."

"Ew!" Wendy and Tina chimed.

"I'm serious. I'd do just that if it didn't make me so fucking horny to do it," Allison promised.

"Only foreplay for me," Tina insisted. "That way he doesn't expect me to swallow."

"Yeah, good plan," Wendy agreed, high-fiving her roommate before Allison went on with the quiz.

There were questions about positions (Doggie-style? A) Makes me wag my tail? B) Can he be on the bottom? C) No rug burns for MY knees! Or, D) Felching is too embarrassing!). There were questions about guys going down on girls (Answer A) Always better to give than receive. B) Always better to receive than give. C) My girlfriend always does it better. Or, D) Yes! Yes! And HELL YES!). Bethany gave the answers she thought would be true while wishing she knew for sure. The answers the other girls gave painted an interesting picture of them.

While Wendy teased Bethany the most about being innocent and inexperienced, Bethany got the impression that Wendy wasn't that much fun in bed, either. She didn't do it doggie-style. She preferred receiving oral sex to giving it. Wendy said both "cowgirl" and "reverse cowgirl" were too much work. Hand-jobs were a waste of time, too.

Allison and Tina were more experienced. Tina had given the room an awkward moment of silence when she answered the receiving oral sex question with C) My girlfriend always does it better. No one asked a follow-up. Tina scored extra surprise points with the doggie style question by choosing B) Can he be on the bottom? But she was with Wendy when it came to avoiding doing it cowgirl style. Meanwhile, Allison earned the title of "cumslut" because of her blow-job answer and her hand-job answer though that title wasn't bestowed until a later question.

"Question #18," Allison announced. "There's a nice hard one sticking through a hole in the wall, do you A) Suck it for all it's worth. B) Fuck it for all it's worth. C) Stroke it for all it's worth. D) Run away as fast as you can!" Allison was stuck between answering A or C and earned her unofficial title of "cumslut." (Wendy said she would run away. Tina was willing to fuck it. Bethany chose sucking for the experience.)

They finished the twenty-five question quiz, decided Allison made the best "Bad Girl" and called it a night. Bethany and Allison weren't roommates but their class schedules overlapped and they lived on the same floor. "I'm not really tired," Bethany said as they approached the elevator.

"Me neither. We could visit Café Joe's if you want," Allison said, naming the Starbucks knock-off just off campus that kept late hours. They stopped by their rooms for coats and headed out together.

"I guess I don't make a very good bad girl," Bethany admitted as they walked down the block.

"You're just a bad girl in waiting. Did you notice how Wendy doesn't do anything?"

"Oh-my-God, yes!" Bethany squealed, glad she wasn't the only one who noticed. "She should get with Thom!"

"Why is it the cute blondes with perky noses always get the rich guys?" Allison asked.

"Same reason rich guys are always cheating on those blondes with perky noses," Bethany giggled. "They're boring in bed."

"I can't believe Tina goes both ways."

"Maybe I should hit on her if I want some oral action," Bethany joked. It was easy joking with Allison.

"You would let a girl do that to you?" Allison asked.

"I'd rather it was a guy so I could do it back to him."

"Mm, I love sucking dick."

"Do you really swallow?"

"I love everything about how a guy gets off. I like the way they lose control, how they look at you as if they just won lottery, how they blast off if you get them really excited . . ." Her voice trailed off and Allison shivered. "Okay, now I'm getting horny. There better not be a guy in there I know or he's getting lucky."

"Then I hope there is," Bethany giggled. Why not? Maybe she could learn something about how Allison picked up a guy.

"If I'm getting lucky, then so are you," Allison said as she pulled open the front door. They ordered lattes and picked a booth away from the counter and the few other customers. They giggled their way through the questions and answers everyone gave from the Bad Girl quiz. Allison's raunchy openness kept the conversation funny and crude. "I never pegged you for an anal slut," Allison smirked.

"Never pegged you for being a cumslut," Bethany shot back, laughing and glad they decided to stop for coffee. "Is it wrong if I ask how many guys you've been with?"

"Been with? As in, had sex with them?" Allison qualified. "Only three, but I've messed around with more guys than that." Bethany was confused and it showed. Allison sat facing the door. She glanced around Bethany's mane of fiery red hair before leaning close. "I used to give random guys I met at work hand-jobs in the parking lot." Bethany had known Allison since orientation week. In those four months since becoming friends, she had never seen her cute friend with plain-Jane brown hair blush.

"How would that work? You'd meet some guy, think he was cute and offer to jerk him off?"

"Sort of," Allison giggled. "I mean, he had to be cute and had to flirt with me, first. But if he said something sexual to me, I'd call him on it." Bethany could only imagine the wide-eyed look she was wearing. "Okay, it only happened like five times and it was only during last summer."

"Five times or with five guys?"

"Guys," Allison admitted before giggling again. "It happened more than five times." Bethany was as fascinated as she was willing to believe her friend and she definitely believed Allison. Why would she lie about something like that? Allison explained how the first time it had been a joke. A friend of hers had a girlfriend away on vacation, he made a joke about needing an orgasm, ". . . and we made a joke about how a helpful hand-job would be a community service instead of cheating. The next thing I know, we're sitting in his car, I'm stroking Rob's dick and, well, we both walked away happy."

"Didn't you get horny doing that?"

"Oh-my-God! I got SO horny!" Allison cried out loud enough for the other people inside Café Joe's to turn around and look at her. She lowered her voice for the rest. "That was like the best part, how horny I got and then I had to go back to work and stay that way for the rest of the day until I could get home and take care of myself."

"Why didn't you, I don't know, let them do you or something?"

"I don't know, it was hotter just doing them."

Bethany squirmed without realizing it as she thought it through. Allison caught the wiggle.

"I know, makes you all tingly down there, doesn't it?"

"Did you ever do more than just . . ." Bethany made an up and down motion with her loose fist to demonstrate a hand job. It was easier saying the word before she started feeling excited. Just because she had never given a hand-job didn't mean she didn't know how it worked.

"Just hand jobs and blowjobs. Here's the funny part. Ryan? That first guy? We only did it once."

Bethany found herself filled with more questions. How did she find the other guys? Did they all have girlfriends? Wasn't she afraid of getting a reputation?

"I guess I did get a reputation," she shrugged. "But I knew I would be leaving for college, so who cares? I never asked about girlfriends because I didn't care. Besides, guys are horn-dogs. I bet any guy in here would say 'yes' to a no-strings-attached blowjob."

"Yeah, well, I'm not going to give a stranger my first blowjob."

"Why not? Might be good practice," Allison teased before her eyes lit up as she looked at the door. "Or maybe it doesn't have to be a stranger?"

Bethany glanced over her shoulder at the cute guy approaching the counter. He looked familiar but she couldn't quite place his face. "Who's that?"

"Keith from my Econ 101 class. He sits next to me and always asks about you."

"Me?" Bethany asked, surprised. "I don't know him."

"Econ 101 is the class I have right before we do lunch every day," Allison said and Bethany put the rest of it together. She didn't share Allison's Economics 101 class, but she shared the class immediately before it and they usually walked together. "That red hair is hard to miss. Even in here." Looking past Bethany, Allison gave Keith a big smile and waved him over. Under her breath, she mumbled to Bethany, "Ready to get lucky?"

"Hey Allison," Keith smiled as he strolled to their table. He didn't try to sit with them. His smile looked comfortable on his face. He was clean shaven and carried a textbook in one hand and his coffee in the other. When Allison motioned for him to sit, he held up the textbook, "Gotta study."

"You should sit," Allison said, patting the empty space next to her again. Keith's smile grew bigger as he accepted her invitation to sit. Bethany couldn't see Allison grabbing the front of his jeans but she saw how Keith's smile dropped when his eyes went wide with surprise. "Problem?" Allison gigged.

He shot Bethany an apologetic smile, "She's not like this in class." Bethany gave a nervous giggled while convinced her face was red enough for everyone inside the booth. What the hell was Allison doing? He glanced down at Allison's groping hand before looking at the pretty girl with straight, brown hair. "I should warn you I'm on a hair trigger."

"You're big," Allison cooed.

"I'm average," Keith corrected but looked thrilled with her assessment.

"I want this inside my mouth," she purred.

"Can I finish my coffee?" he asked, looking around the store. Keith was as aware of their surroundings as Bethany.

"Why don't you take it with you?" Allison asked.

"Where are we going?"

"Back to Bethany's room. She doesn't have a roommate."

"Are we sure that's okay with Bethany?" Keith asked wide-eyed girl with the curly red hair sitting across from him.

"Should be," Allison said, nudging Keith to the edge of the bench seat. "She's going to help me."

"Help you?" Bethany asked.

"Help? Do it together? Whichever." Allison gave her a big, playful smile. She pulled her friend out of the booth, pushed Keith towards the front door and made sure Bethany followed.

"Can we talk about this?" Bethany whispered.

"No," Allison said, giving Keith another shove.

The walk back to the dorm room felt surreal to Bethany. The cool evening air felt good against her heated, flushed face. Allison wormed between her and Keith and hooked her arms beneath theirs so they walked as a group. "We're not really doing this, are we?" Keith asked, echoing Bethany's biggest question.

"Sure we are," Allison sang as if they were heading to Disney World instead of Bethany's dorm room. "But there are rules. You're getting a blowjob and nothing else. No touching us. And you can't tell anyone what happened, either. Bethany doesn't want a reputation."

"Is it okay if I change your names?" he asked.

"Sure because who's going to believe two hot girls snatched you from Café Joes with the sole intention of giving you a blowjob?"

"Can I ask why you're doing this?"

"Does it matter?" Allison said. Keith shrugged. "Okay, because Bethany's never sucked dick and wants to try it."

"Wow, really?" Keith asked, sounding more surprised by that tidbit of information than what was happening to him.

"Really," Bethany flatly assured him as she gave up on her blushing ever ending.

They reached the dorm rooms and took the elevator up to the third floor without comment. Allison kept her arms hooked around their arms and that's how the trio walked down the hallway, too. Bethany fumbled with her keycard before getting her door open. Her roommate dropped out after six weeks and the college never forced a second roommate into her room. Bethany kept the extra bed made and used it as a couch.

Once inside the room, Allison kept control of the situation. She pushed Keith's coat from his shoulders. While he finished taking it off, Allison took off hers and made sure Bethany was doing the same. "Mind kicking off your shoes?" Allison asked. After he did, she rubbed the front of his jeans for a moment before working the fasteners in front. "You didn't think I was kidding about any of this, did you?"

"Maybe," he said looking as if he still had doubts.

"Still think that?" she asked, pushing her hand inside his open pants.

"Not so much," he grinned. Bethany was impressed with Keith's ability to maintain his composure. It wasn't until Allison began pushing down his jeans that things became serious. A quiet hush fell over the room as Allison began caressing his exposed cock and balls as if everyone was holding their breath. She pushed him backwards on the empty bed.

This year he'd splurged and gone for the villa rather than a caravan on the beach; they could afford it, and this place would be so much more private.

They needed privacy.

When Eammon's feet crunched over the gravel, with the high gate gliding shut behind him, a woman appeared at the front door."

"Hello, Dad," Melissa said, smiling. "Good flight?"

"The best Ryanair could offer. Do you know how much they want for a beer on those flights? What a rip-off!"

Melissa chortled, stepping back to allow her father to enter the cool interior.

"This place is lovely, Dad." The girl's tone lowered to conspiratorial a level. "Completely private. Just like they said in their ad. Nobody overlooks us at all."

"Which is handy," Eammon replied, nodding at his daughter's nakedness. "Where's my bedroom?"

Melissa laughed at the nod.

"I've got that room." Melissa pointed to a door after Eammon had followed his daughter's rump up a curving staircase. "Mum's is this one." She pointed to another door further along the wide, tile-floored corridor. "And you're in here."

Eammon walked into a large room made bright and airy by virtue of walls painted a startling white and open double doors leading out to a wide balcony. Gauzy curtains billowed when a breeze wafted in through the open doors. Eammon sighed, the stresses of work and an early flight melting away.

He placed his bags onto the floor, again tiled like the rest of the villa.

"Each bedroom has a big bed, Dad," Melissa said, pointedly. She took a step towards her father, hands going to the buttons on his travel-creased shirt. "Good idea for sleeping arrangements, eh?" The shirt slid over Eammon's shoulders. "We can just laze around by the pool and read; we can sunbathe; we can drink red wine and get nicely squiffy." Eammon's belt buckle chinked; Melissa unzipped him. "You can sleep with me if you want, you can sleep with Mum if you want..."

Eammon found himself feeling slightly ridiculous, standing there with his jeans and underwear pooled around his shins; a feeling that was short-lived when Melissa pressed her body to his.

"...And Mum and I can sleep together if the mood takes us." The girl's fist cranked her father's erection. "Perfect, eh? No jealousies because you're sharing with Mum all the time." Melissa giggled, adding, "And the place is so secluded, Dad, that we can fuck outdoors, too. I think I'd like that."

Melissa stood on tip-toe and kissed her father's mouth. She heard his moan and worked her hand faster to coax more sighs and gasps from the man.

"Couldn't you at least let your father unpack and shower before you jumped on him, Mel?" Julia, naked and tanned, walked into the room. "You're such a cock-hungry little madam." She reached the couple and kissed Eammon on the lips. "Hello, darling, I'm so glad you're here at last. We've missed you."

Julia glanced at her husband's stiffness in Melissa's fist. She faced her daughter, smiling as she said, "How about we leave your father alone so he can at least shower? A few more minutes won't hurt."

Melissa nodded. "Okay," she replied with a nod and released the angry length of male gristle.

"We'll be down by the pool, Eammon," said Julia as she squeezed Eammon's hard-on. "Both of us, both of your girls." Man and wife kissed with passion, desire flaring between Julia's legs while Melissa looked on.

The kiss broke, leaving Eammon yearning for more.

"Both of you," the man whispered. "Both of my beautiful girls."

Julia stepped to her daughter's side and encircled the girl's waist with one arm.

"You better hurry, Eammon," the mature woman murmured with a smirk. Her head swivelled towards Melissa, and the girl, knowing exactly what to do, opened her mouth for her mother's tongue.

"You teasing pair of bitches," Eammon rumbled, almost tripping over the clothing bunched around his calves when he lurched towards the pair.

Julia laughed and Melissa grinned at the comedy value Eammon provided.

"You love it when we tease," Julia responded. "If you don't get in that shower," she added, "you'll be too late. We'll be enjoying each other too much to bother with you."

"See you by the pool, Daddy," Melissa taunted before both women walked out of the room.

Eammon stood there for several seconds, the after image of his wife and daughter, their hip-swaying gait and tanned buttocks imprinted on his brain.

"Fucking hell," he sighed on a long exhale. And then, galvanised by the promise of the delight of both women together, eager to join them, he kicked off his shoes and scrambled out of his remaining clothes.

There was no need for clothes - that was part of the arrangement, the family would go nude while inside the compound.

Eammon showered; a mere spray, soap and rinse before he raced downstairs in search of the pool.

When he arrived, panting slightly from exertion and keen anticipation, his cock fully tumescent, Eammon found his wife laid on a sunbed, her legs wide while Melissa lapped and slurped at her mother's opening.

Julia's face, shaded by the broad-brimmed incongruity of a large yet elegant straw hat, turned towards Eammon when he appeared.

"Oh goody," the woman said, her voice thick with lust. "A big cock. Look, Melissa," she added. "Daddy's here ... And he's brought a gift."

"Oh Jesus," Eammon breathed. He boggled at the two women, his girls, momentarily stunned.

His wife was so ripe and delicious, her face slack with pleasure while his daughter - lithe and firm - threw a quick grin at him and then lapped at Julia's sex again.

Eammon, unable to resist, stroked his erection.

Julia beckoned with a lazy wave of one arm, a languid gesture that suggested they had all the time in the world.

"Don't wank it, darling," the woman crooned. "Come here. Let me suck you while our darling daughter licks my pussy." Julia's back arched and she sighed. "Oh, Mel, darling ... That's nice. You're making your Mummy feel very good. Keep licking, me, sweetheart. That's it, suck my clitty..."

"Suck it, Mum," Melissa said during a brief pause in her oral attentions upon her own mother. "Suck Daddy's big one. But leave some for me." She stared at her father's cock distorting her mother's face, the girth stretching Julia's lips. "Oh fuck," the girl moaned, "I'm so glad Daddy's finally here."

Silence except for moans and gasps and the liquid slurp and juicy smacking of Julia's lips and tongue sucking and slobbering over her husband's dick.

"I don't think I can keep this up for long," Eammon rasped through gritted teeth a few minutes later. "It's been two weeks and I can't help it."

"Let me have a go before he spunks all over the place, Mum," squealed Melissa. "Don't be such a greedy cow."

Julia's head jerked back and her husband's cock sproinged from her mouth. She wiped the back of a hand across her smeared lips and said, "I want first fuck when he recovers. Is that a deal, Mel?"

The girl looked doubtful for a moment before responding: "I get to sleep with him tonight. That way I can have it first thing in the morning." Melissa moved to a neighbouring lounger and settled into it. She opened her legs and pointed to her sex. "Lick me, Mum. Get me there while I suck Dad off. Then we've got a deal. You fuck him first."

Eammon found himself fucking his daughter's face while the girl herself grunted and gasped around his girth.

Julia pulled the sunhat from her head by the brim and sent it spinning, a straw Frisbee across the tiles before, proficient after a year's practice, licked and fingered her daughter closer and closer to orgasm. Silence again save, as earlier, the moans and grunts and occasional swear word as the family enjoyed each other.

"I'm going to come," Melissa whined, her nose wrinkling as she winced with pleasure. She cranked at her father's cock, her fist moving quickly, the pre-cum that had leaked from the man squelching under her fingers. "Finger it, Mum. Right there. Yes, you know just where to get me."

"Oh, shit," Eammon blurted. "I-"

The hot stuff flicked out of him and spattered indiscriminately, gouts of jizm spurting from the single eye in his cock-head that rained down on Melissa, the sunbed and the tiles.

Julia reached for her husband's cock with one hand while she finger-fucked her daughter to a noisy climax. Melissa was too far gone with pleasure, writhing and squirming, gasping her delight, to continue masturbating her father through his orgasm, so Eammon's wife took him between her lips, sucking that domed head as it spurted twice more, the jizm gushing into her mouth.

Julia then moved to her daughter and kissed the girl, forcing cum into Melissa's mouth. The women kissed, Eammon gasping and staring at them while their tongues swirled and they shared his ejaculate.

"Get on your hands and knees, Julia," Eammon growled. "I'm going to stay hard after seeing you two doing that. That's so fucking filthy."

"Fuck me, darling," Julia breathed as she settled into position. The woman's hips rocked side-to-side in invitation. "I'm so wet, Eammon. Just put that thing inside me and really do it."

Eammon moved behind his wife and grabbed her hips. He held his cock in one hand and thrust at her.

Melissa went to her mother's head and kissed the woman again.

"Mum," the girl muttered, eyes bright as she stared into the woman's face. "What a holiday. The three of us ... Oh, Mum, we can be naked and free. We can all love each other." Melissa paused, suddenly overcome with emotion, her chest filled with love for her parents.

How different it was to a year ago. She had changed so much, just like her mum and dad; they were altered too. Eammon was no longer an anal retentive control freak and Julia had blossomed once she embraced the new relationship between Eammon, their daughter, and herself.

"Yes, baby," Julia mumbled. Her eyes widened when she felt her husband's girth stretching her. "We can enjoy this holiday. The three of us," the woman added on a long groan.

Melissa licked a dribble of semen from her mother's chin. She looked along her mother's back and saw the woman's buttocks rippling while Eammon fucked into her.

"I love you, Daddy," the girl breathed. "I love Mum and I love being nude with both of you.

She rose and walked to her father, squatting beside him to watch her parents fuck.

"I love you, too, baby," Eammon grunted, and then set about giving his wife the pleasure she wanted.

His daughter would get hers later.

Please let Kingston get her own Voyager

...I was hoping we would get a reason to why Kingston is here, not transform her into a Mary-sue.

Can't wait for more!

Eh, i'm not a fan of self-inserts (if this isnt one i'm sorry i've just gotten used to them being described like this...infact i've seen 2 Gokaiger SI which were just almost like this opening chapter.) But this one doesnt look too bad.
i mean you had her get tortured in taisen so i'm worried if you're gonna make people love her by kidnapping and tormenting her but that was just one time so it's fine.
Just so you know, you'd probably welcome in the Kamen Rider Fanfiction Archives-i say this because a few reviewers want Parad to be shipped with Kingston, and Gashats are much more easier to create than Kyutama.

Can't wait for more!

Can't wait for more!

Can't wait for more! So who is Kingston's Kamen Rider love interest?

I want more stinger and Kingston interaction

Oh Jark Matter will ruin everything if it is true that they possed knowledge like Kingston. Also I really want more Pallad and Kingston interaction

Can't wait for more!

Great chapter :)

Can't wait for more!

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