

I was tired of seeing all of those cute Dads in the neighborhood getting blown off by their uptight wives. When is the last time most of them got fucked?! Once a month if they’re lucky. So I decided to do something about it.
Those women who pop out a kid or two and then stop trying. Always criticizing their husbands. Would it hurt them to brush their hair or put some makeup on?
It started with just one. Down the street. A flip of my hair. A smile. A Saturday morning when she went off on her 3 hour grocery run. Omg. 3 hours. He fucked every hole like he hadn’t felt the inside of a woman in years. I let him go hard and rough. I moaned and cried out so he knew how good he was. What an unappreciative little twat she was. This Dad was good. Too good to be wasted.
Word got around, just as I had planned. On Sunday, I had 3 texts. Could they tell their wives they were going to the bar to watch the game - but come see me instead. They didn’t want to all take me so they each got 30 minutes. By the time Joe left, my pussy looked like 3 dicks had just pounded me. I don’t know why but only one of them took my ass.
By Wednesday, 6 Dads on my street had started a “softball team.” Yeah honey, we have to practice for 2 hours! Some of them liked to take me together. Others sat around with a beer and waiting their turn.
One night we all had a few too many drinks. Tim blindfolded me and bent me over the kitchen island. They took turns coming into the kitchen and fucking me and making me guess whose dick was in my ass or pussy. They kept going until I got them all right.
I’m still trying to clean up all the cum and pussy juice from that counter.