Being 18 #1: Being 18 is Really Rough on April

Summary: Her father’s friends from work are coming over and even though she has plans with her boyfriend, April and her mother simply have to entertain their guests. They wouldn’t want to be rude, after all.

Of course, being a polite hostess means making yourself available to the men that visit you in any way they desire. April and her mother are used to being used.

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April brushed her long blonde hair, braided it, rolled it into a cute little bun, and set her bangs so they’d highlight her sparkling blue eyes. Just a touch of lipstick, some no-run eyeliner and mascara, and a bit of blush finished the look.

She’d decided to wear a white sundress with pale yellow flowers that would show off her black underwear when the light hit her just right. Her slender body, taut skin, and perky little breasts were on all display in the sexy little number. Her boyfriend would absolutely love it!

She ran down the stairs, ready to head over to see her boyfriend for a quiet afternoon at his place, watching movies, eating pizza, and fooling around. However, just as her fingers touched the doorknob, her mother called out from the kitchen.

“Sweetie, don’t run off anywhere. Your father’s friends from work are coming over to visit and they’re looking forward to seeing you.”

“What? Mom, I have plans. I told you I’m going to hang out with my boyfriend this afternoon.”

“Now, look here. Your father’s friends are going out of their way to come over to visit us and it would be rude for you to be gone when they get here. I’m sure I raised a better daughter than that,” her mother chided.

“Ugh! Fine! You win, Mom. I’ll just never see my boyfriend!”

“Sweetie, I’m sure there will be time to visit Harold after your father’s friends are done with us. You just call him up and explain that you’ll be late.”

April pulled her cell phone out of her purse and dialed her boyfriend’s number. “Hey. Yeah. I love you too. Look, my dad’s friends are coming over, so- Awe, you’re so sweet. I knew you’d understand. I’ll come over right after they leave.”

The three sharp, loud knocks at the front door came at almost the exact moment April hung up her cell phone. She rolled her blue eyes and slouched on the couch while her mother went to answer the door.

Ever since she turned 18, it was extra rough on April whenever her dad’s friends came over. She wondered which of her dad’s friends and how many had come over.

“Not that it really matters, since they all treat me about the same,” she thought.

April heard her mother open the door, a bit of the normal small talk and then footsteps as the two men stepped into the house and followed Andrea, April’s Mother, into the living room.

“April, sweetie, Mr. Sanders and Mr. Jefferies are here to see us. Isn’t that a nice?” her mother asked.

“Hi, Mr. Jefferies. Mr. Sanders. Just the two of you?” April asked.

“Hoping for more attention than that?” Mr. Jefferies asked.

April figured Mr. Jefferies was in his early forties. His black hair was still pretty thick, but grey was scattered through it. He wasn’t too muscular, but he looked a bit like someone who used to play baseball would look.

Mr. Sanders, on the other hand, had a bit of a beer belly and was just barely taller than April. His bald head seemed to constantly glisten with sweat and his beady brown eyes seemed to look everywhere at once.

“Of course, she’s hoping for more attention. She’s a hot, little, horny, teen slut,” Mr. Sanders said. “Not happy to get whatever cock men decide to give her, like her milf mother.”

Mr. Sanders picked Andrea up and tossed her into a recliner. In a moment he had the thirty-six-year-old woman’s blouse and bra torn apart and her skirt rolled up to her waist, revealing her crotchless panties. Mr. Sanders pulled his thick cock from his pants and shoved it into Andrea’s dripping cunt, pulling a soft squeal of pleasure from her lips.

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