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Spitroasting My Teenage Daughter With A Family Friend, by Jezebel Rose

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My daughter was supposed to be going on a romantic date tonight, but she’d been stood up by her boyfriend. The prick! So, my best friend and I decided to cook and host a romantic meal in our back garden to make her feel better… though, I could’ve never anticipated what happened next.

… I mean, how many fathers can say they’ve spit roasted their own daughter with their best friend?

”Daddy!” My eighteen-year-old, very British-sounding daughter said from somewhere over my shoulder. I could tell straight away she was upset just from the sound of her voice. I turned around, feeling my face soften, and looked to see where she was.

Victoria stood in the door in an incredible yellow dress, which hugged all of her soft, round curves as tightly as possible. Her curves were definitely her mother’s, and the way her dress held her body made me think of all those early dates her mother and I spent together, some twenty-something years ago.

But unlike her mother, Victoria had one of the tiniest waists imaginable and one of the greatest asses on the planet. It was one of those asses that came out of nowhere and took you by surprise. You’d never see it coming if you met her from the front. Her face sweet and innocent, make-up simple and pretty, mannerisms nothing but posh. But then she’d turn around, and you’d be struck dead by it. Sitting there temptingly in some dress or other, making up at least thirty percent of her body mass.

She was also dressed in yellow slip-ons, with her hair done back and her eyes shadowed by dark make-up. My girl looked incredibly refined. Besides the tears, of course.

”Ah, what’s the matter then, darling?” I said, immediately empathetic, because I loved my teenage daughter to bits. I stood up from the couch and Tony, my best mate, looked around also, giving my daughter the old once-over. I didn’t see his eyes lingering, but they did. I wouldn’t have blamed him though. My daughter was a piece, and his daughter definitely wasn’t. No surprises there though. Tony looked like a rottweiler. It was only natural his daughter would look the bloody same!

”It’s Harry, Daddy! He set me up! Hasn’t even bothered to show. … Oh, Daddy!” She cried melodramatically, then fell into my arms and started to cry.

I rubbed her back while she sobbed, holding her soft, supple body close to mine, surprised at how good she felt, how incredible she smelled, how much I wanted to reach down in her moment of vulnerability and feel her up. Easy, I thought to myself. Remember who she is…

But I just didn’t get it. My daughter was a peach. I’d have killed for a girl like her at eighteen! How the fuck did this Harry have the audacity to stand up my daughter? I thought. Did he think there were better options out there, or something? There was no way! Victoria was so close to being jailbait, having just turned eighteen, she was almost irresistible. He must’ve been soft in the head, this lad!

Tony tutted from the couch and turned back towards the football game. He continued nursing his beer, while admiring Victoria’s reflection in the living room mirror… humming to himself, ‘’What a pity; pity, pity, pity…’’

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