They rang the bell. It was half past one in the morning, but Stasia, her friend, was absolutely convinced that we could stay the night at her dad's. She said that he had promised her so many times that she could come to him if it was too late at night after a night at the disco and it was too unsafe to drive home. If she brought someone with her, that wouldn't be a problem. Well, we'll see!

They rang the bell again, they rang like crazy. "Stasy, let it go, it's too late, your dad has been asleep for a long time. And besides, what will he say if you have me in tow." It was cold and they hugged each other to warm up a bit. Sonja kissed Stasy. "Besides, I want to have some sex with you. Let's go to Joe's." Joe was a guy from her group, he lived a little further away, but that wouldn't be such a big problem. At least she thought it was possible, although... They weren't that clean anymore. Stasia had 4 or 5 whiskeys in her, a joint and had peed her pants a little on the way here. Sonja wasn't far off either. She was only wearing tiny panties under her miniskirt. She tickled her friend, maybe she could get her to pee herself. She giggled and tickled back. Well, a few more squirts went into her pants... Sonja grabbed her crotch, pulled her panties to the side and let it run. The hissing sound animated Stasia, she leaned against the wall and peed her pants. A huge puddle quickly formed under the two girls.

The intercom cracked. "Hello...?" came the rather sleepy reply. Stasia slurred, "Dad, it's me, open up! Can we come to you?" "What's wrong?"

"Stasy, your daughter. And Sonja... "

It took a few seconds, then the door opener buzzed. Sonja pushed Stasia through the door, somehow she wasn't feeling so well anymore. She also didn't know exactly where her dad lived in the house and they wandered around for a while. "Dad" Stasia called out now and then to get her bearings. It was pretty loud in the hallways. They had finally found the apartment. Stasia's dad stood in the front door wearing pajama pants and was amazed when he saw the two girls in disco outfits with wet legs and shoes staggering towards him through the hallway. They weren't quiet either. "Hey, I'm Sonja," Sonja said politely to him. "I'm sorry we're ambushing you like this." "It's OK!" he murmured.

Stasia threw herself at her dad's neck. "Dad, you know, we were at Joe's 18-year-old party. Now we're finally all 18! Isn't it great?" "Well, you've only been here for two weeks." "After all!"

Her dad obviously only had eyes for Sonja, and she was pretty good that evening!

She had tied her shoulder-length wavy brunette hair into a ponytail and with her almond-shaped eyes, Sonja looked very exotic. Her miniskirt showed more than it hid; Stasia had said that half of her buttocks were hanging out and her top was just as revealing. But nothing moved in his crotch. Can men be too tired to get an erection? Even when such a delicious girl comes into their field of vision? Even when this girl is already pretty wide? Or maybe because of that. "Would you like something to drink?" "What do you have? A whiskey would be good." He took his daughter in his arms and sniffed her. “How many have you had?” “Oh, not much, maybe 2 or 3.” He looked at Sonja, “Would you like that too?”

“Yes, you can call me >you<.” “Ok, then I’m Hank.”

He obviously didn’t want to seem too conventional. He poured three whiskeys and drank brotherhood with her. Stasia lounged on the couch. “I wet myself, Dad, is that bad?” she slurred and hugged Sonja.

 “Are you a couple?”

 “No, just temporarily,” she said. “We sometimes have sex. Now that you and Mom can finally stop telling me what to do, I’ve got myself a girlfriend.”

“I wouldn’t have told you what to do anyway,” Hank said.

“Not you, but Mom.”

They talked about which clubs they had spent the evening in so far and that they thought it would be great to stay with him for the rest of the night. “We’ll leave on time tomorrow, Dad, I promise.” Stasia was slurring her words and slowly slumping down.

“Take your time, I don’t have anything else planned. I know that >on time< means something like >at noon<.”

“You can sleep here on the couch, it’s a bit cramped, but I’m sure you’ll cuddle together.”

“That’s great, really great, it’s fine,” said Sonja. “Looking at Stasy, there’s no more cuddling!”

He gave them blankets and pillows and went back to sleep. Sonja tried to make herself as comfortable as possible. Stasia just crouched next to her and stared into space. She was done.

"Are you OK, love? Are you going to throw up?" She shook her head.

"Now lie over there and try to sleep." Sonja pushed her onto the couch, where she had arranged the blankets, and took off her wet rags. Sonja threw the clothes into the corner. Then she let herself fall onto the blankets and curled up like a baby.

>Now you have no room,< Sonja thought. She took off all her clothes except for her panties and bra. She had swung her miniskirt into the corner with the other clothes. She definitely didn't want to sleep on the floor, but Stasy's dad must have a wide bed, she thought to herself, he won't sleep alone all the time. All the drinks were slowly going to her head and a bit of a lie down would be nice. He's actually a really cool guy, she thought and remembered the non-existent bulge in his pajama pants. Maybe she could do something about it and a little fuck would be possible? She was pretty wet by now, well. Not from urine this time.

Sonja looked for the bedroom door in the dark, found it ajar and opened it a little further. Hank jumped up and looked at her. "What's wrong?"

"Stasi takes up so much space on the couch, it's super uncomfortable. I can't fall asleep, can I lie down next to you, er... you?" He paused. "Well, for her sake, but then please be quiet." He moved a little to the side and got into bed.

"Can I have some of the blanket too?" she grumbled because he had everything on his side. He moved a little more and gave her half of the blanket.

It took a few minutes, then she whispered "I'm cold, can I come closer?" and cuddled up. He turned to the side so that they had more space under the blanket and lay in the spooning position. Sonja noticed how he sniffed the scent of her hair. She moved her bottom a little but didn't feel any real movement in his crotch. Unfortunately, he was still wearing his pajama pants. She hoped he didn't really want to sleep now.

"Do you have a hard-on?" she whispered unnecessarily. "Now be quiet." She reached behind me with her hand and tried to stroke his penis with her finger, which was now becoming a little noticeable.

Aha! He put his arm around Sonja's shoulder and stroked her neck. He did it gently and as if by chance. And it excited her. His fingers wandered gently from her neck to her earlobes and remained there for a while, then he pressed a gentle kiss on her shoulder and continued to play with her earlobes. He put his arm under hers so he could caress her breast. Sonja had wonderful, firm breasts. Small, but hot. He gently traced the contours of her breast and undid the clasp of her bra. She took it off and took off her panties too. Then he turned his attention to her nipple. She breathed out and moaned a little. How nice that was. Her nipple reacted to his touch and he took it between his thumb and forefinger to massage it gently. He had discovered one of her erogenous zones. Then he kissed her shoulder again and ran his tongue over her skin. Sonja stretched herself comfortably.

"Do you like that?" "Yes, very much. Keep going," she breathed. He explored her stomach and her belly button while she snuggled closer to him and felt herself getting wet. While he circled his fingers in and around her belly button, she tried to turn her head towards him. "Kiss me..." His kiss was gentle and insinuating.

He pressed his closed lips to hers. She had already opened her lips expectantly and was feeling his lips with her tongue. They remained closed and he left her mouth again. She trembled. "Are you cold?" She shook her head. "No, not at all..." she moaned. Instead of a passionate kiss, he bit her earlobe and then moved lower to her breast. She turned onto her back and he caressed her nipples with his tongue and teeth. Sonja felt a tingling sensation from her chest through her stomach to her pussy and she twitched. Her hand reached into his crotch again. Aha, there was something there! While he bent over her and used his tongue to caress her breasts and then lower down her stomach, she reached into his pajama pants and felt for a penis. He stopped his caresses, pulled off his pants and threw the bed covers to the side. She saw his penis, not the biggest in the world, but it could certainly hold its own.

Meanwhile, Hank had sent his fingers on an exploration tour again and had reached her pubic hair.

He gave them blankets and pillows and went back to sleep. Sonja tried to make herself as comfortable as possible. Stasia just crouched next to her and stared into space. She was done.

"Are you OK, love? Are you going to throw up?" She shook her head.

"Now lie over there and try to sleep." Sonja pushed her onto the couch, where she had arranged the blankets, and took off her wet rags. Sonja threw the clothes into the corner. Then she let herself fall onto the blankets and curled up like a baby.

>Now you have no room,< Sonja thought. She took off all her clothes except for her panties and bra. She had swung her miniskirt into the corner with the other clothes. She definitely didn't want to sleep on the floor, but Stasy's dad must have a wide bed, she thought to herself, he won't sleep alone all the time. All the drinks were slowly going to her head and a bit of a lie down would be nice. He's actually a really cool guy, she thought and remembered the non-existent bulge in his pajama pants. Maybe she could do something about it and a little fuck would be possible? She was pretty wet by now, well. Not from urine this time.

Sonja looked for the bedroom door in the dark, found it ajar and opened it a little further. Hank jumped up and looked at her. "What's wrong?"

"Stasi takes up so much space on the couch, it's super uncomfortable. I can't fall asleep, can I lie down next to you, er... you?" He paused. "Well, for her sake, but then please be quiet." He moved a little to the side and got into bed.

"Can I have some of the blanket too?" she grumbled because he had everything on his side. He moved a little more and gave her half of the blanket.

It took a few minutes, then she whispered "I'm cold, can I come closer?" and cuddled up. He turned to the side so that they had more space under the blanket and lay in the spooning position. Sonja noticed how he sniffed the scent of her hair. She moved her bottom a little but didn't feel any real movement in his crotch. Unfortunately, he was still wearing his pajama pants. She hoped he didn't really want to sleep now.

“Do you have a hard-on?” she whispered unnecessarily. "Now be quiet." She reached behind me with her hand and tried to stroke his penis with her finger, which was now becoming a little noticeable.

Aha! He put his arm around Sonja's shoulder and stroked her neck. He did it gently and as if by chance. And it excited her. His fingers wandered gently from her neck to her earlobes and remained there for a while, then he pressed a gentle kiss on her shoulder and continued to play with her earlobes. He put his arm under hers so he could caress her breast. Sonja had wonderful, firm breasts. Small, but hot. He gently traced the contours of her breast and undid the clasp of her bra. She took it off and took off her panties too. Then he turned his attention to her nipple. She breathed out and moaned a little. How nice that was. Her nipple reacted to his touch and he took it between his thumb and forefinger to massage it gently. He had discovered one of her erogenous zones. Then he kissed her shoulder again and ran his tongue over her skin. Sonja stretches herself comfortably.

"Do you like that?" "Yes, very much. Keep going," she breathed. He explored her stomach and her belly button while she snuggled closer to him and felt herself getting wet. While he circled his fingers in and around her belly button, she tried to turn her head towards him. "Kiss me..." His kiss was gentle and insinuating.

He pressed his closed lips to hers. She had already opened her lips expectantly and was feeling his lips with her tongue. They remained closed and he left her mouth again. She trembled. "Are you cold?" She shook her head. "No, not at all..." she moaned. Instead of a passionate kiss, he bit her earlobe and then moved lower to her breast. She turned onto her back and he cared for her nipples with his tongue and teeth. Sonja felt a tingling sensation from her chest through her stomach to her pussy and she twitched. Her hand reached into his crotch again. Aha, there was something there! While he bent over her and used his tongue to caress her breasts and then lower down her stomach, she reached into his pajama pants and felt for a penis. He stopped his caresses, pulled off his pants and threw the bed covers to the side. She saw his penis, not the biggest in the world, but it could certainly hold its own.

Meanwhile, Hank had sent his fingers on an exploration tour again and had reached her pubic hair.

"Did you like it, sweetheart?" she heard his voice from afar. "Simply awesome" was all she could say. When she had calmed down a bit, she turned to her side towards Hank. In the pale twilight that fell through the window, she could see his eyes. Blue and infinitely deep. She gave him a kiss. "Thank you. Do you know," she whispered excitedly, "that you are the first man to bring me to orgasm." "You've never had an orgasm?" he asked doubtfully. "Yes, but never with a man, only with myself or with a friend. That was wonderful with you, Hank."

"You're a great woman, Sonja, and you can fuck. It was just great."

Sonja let her hand slide down and felt how his penis was still stiff. "Do you think you can do it again?" "You can do it, I trust you!" She wanted to justify the trust and started to jerk his penis, slowly and then faster and faster. The thing knew what was expected of it and was quickly rock hard. "Uiii... that's something," she said happily. She turned me back on my back and spread my legs. Hank lay between her thighs and she helped him insert his cock. "Hank, I'm not fragile," she whispered, "You can go a little harder..." The first thrust brought tears to her eyes, she thought he was thrusting through her. With the second, she forgot to breathe and then she sank into lust and excitement. She dug her claws into his back and bit his shoulder to keep from screaming out loud. When he came, they both exploded and Sonja thought her heart had stopped. She stretched her arms and legs out and waited for her to come back down to earth.

He rolled off Sonja and lay next to her, his cock still standing straight up and looking at her.

"Again?" She shook her head and gasped "You're insatiable, I'm dead, Hank."

He had also shot a good load, it dripped from her pussy onto the sheet. She dipped her finger into the puddle of cum and licked it off.

"Mhmmm, so that's what 'Hank is satisfied' tastes like!" She took the fingers of her other hand and wiped through her slit. I held out the finger with her pussy juice to Hank.

"What is that?" "'Sonja is satisfied', especially for you." He brought her finger to his mouth and licked it thoroughly.

"You taste good... so good." Then he hugged her tenderly and pulled her to him. "You were... unbelievable. Awesome. Sonja."

"Thank you, that's nice of you. She'd like to do it again with you." she whispered. "I've never told a boy that." She kissed him again, passionately and for a long time, as confirmation.

"I think the risk of it happening again is 100%, darling!"

"That would be great..." she whispered and snuggled up to him. That's how they fell asleep and woke up again. Naked, of course.

Stasia stood next to the bed and pulled the covers away. "Say, what is that? Did you fuck last night? Dad, you fucked my girlfriend. Tell her it's not true!" "What's wrong? Am I your property?" "Property!" She hit her with the pillow. "You slut!