I was just putting the books away when I heard the door to the house shut.“Steve?” Trudy called out.“In my room,” I called back and walked out...into the hall.“I saw your car outside. Is everything OK?”“Yeah, I was at home. I assume you saw my sister in church?”“I did. And Larry was there, too. I guess your friends were in church or at school.”“Yep. I’m going to take Stephanie to dinner in a bit.”“Want to take a sauna? I didn’t get one earlier.”I smirked and nodded, then turned and walked back to. Fuck her Daddy, fuck her good."At that moment Missy erupted in a powerful body wrenching orgasm. The pretty petite teen slammed her tight twat back against my deeply drilling dick, and yelled out in pleasure, "Fuck me Daddy, I'm cumming, you're making your little girl cum so hard. Oh Daddy, you've made me such a slut. I love it when you fuck me. I love being your slut"Even before Missy's orgasms ended, Jessie had gotten into position on her hands and knees next to me. "Fuck me now," she. The boys of our college used to call her “slut” among themselves, but it was just based on her appearance and attitude. Nobody knew much about her character.The real story broke lose when we were in our 3rd yr. She was in the 2nd yr then. News was coming from all corners of the college that she has sexual affairs with nearly 6 or 7 guys from all departments and even with a 1st yr junior. Most of the level headed guys like me did not believe this first, but when a guy from our same class showed. Short brown hair, dressed terribly in a t-shirt with a fraying hem and khaki pants. His face was round with fat, but his eyes were this intense, piercing blue. And his voice. A commanding bass, that vibrated through your body and reached into your soul and you became putty in his hand.I was growing wet just thinking about Mark. Ever since I made love to Cynthia in the Starbucks, I realized that I was a lesbian. I was raised a pretty conservative Calvinist and never thought I had a gay bone in.