Jennifer - The girl who is no longer your girlfriend.

Disclaimer: All characters are at least 18.

“Yes daddy! Yessss!” You heard Jennifer’s muffled squeals coming from your dad’s bedroom.

You gritted your teeth in indignation, even while a full tent had erected itself on the front of your shorts for the last several hours.

“Ugggggggh! Take it sweetie! Take daddy’s nut!” Your father’s gruff growl emanated throughout the house.

“Ohhhh daddddy!” Jennifer moaned.

Then there was blissful silence at last. It was about time. They’ve been going at it all morning.

You heard the bedroom door open and you quickly pulled a cushion over your erection.

Jennifer skipped out into the hallway, wearing nothing but a short robe. She stopped and gasped upon seeing you sitting in the living room.

“Zack?” She exclaimed, “You’re home from school already?”

“Y-yeah…” you lied. You actually skipped school today, the same as Jen.

Jen looked stunningly beautiful, with her disheveled, long, fair blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and her lily-white skin flushed aglow in pink.

Jen giggled. “You should have said something then, silly. We totally thought no one was home.”

“Y-yeah, sorry,” you said.

“It’s fine,” Jen replied with a cheery giggle as she trotted off into the kitchen.

Jen popped open the fridge and poked her head through it. Her robe was so short that you glimpsed the maddening curves of her lower bubble butt, and a hint of her inflamed, pink pussy when she bent slightly over. She wasn't wearing any panties.

“Hey, do we have any beer left? Your dad would like a cold one,” Jen said, “Oh wait, nevermind! Found one.”

Jen pulled a cold can of beer out of the fridge. “Hey Zack?” She called out.

“Y-yeah?”

“Can you run to the store and get more beer? I’m sure your dad will be wanting more soon.”

You didn’t answer. You still couldn’t believe how your life turned out this way.

You’ve always hated your dad. He was a sleazy dirtbag who would flirt shamelessly with other women, even when your mom was still alive. You’ve always noticed how he leers at your girlfriend Jen and any of your schoolmates as you were growing up. Even Jen had once told you that your dad was such a creep.

Now here they were, barely 3 months after your mom’s funeral, doing their damnest to try and break her bed everyday. The worse part is, your dad proposed to Jen last month and she didn't even hesitate to say yes. The wedding was last week.

You and Jen were still in your final year of high school. People aren’t stupid. Word had spread around that your dad just picked up and hitched one of the hottest girls in school - your loving girlfriend of three years. The wedding band that Jen proudly wore everywhere didn’t help quell the rumor mill either.

“Heeeey… Zack?” Jen blew into your ear.

You yelped and scrambled back.

Jen giggled inches from your face. You can smell traces of her feminine scent, the same scent you’ve learned to grow fond of. Only now, it was tinged with your dad’s raw masculine musk.

“Spacing out again?” Jen asked grinning.

She still looks so innocent. So pure.

“Can you get some beer at the store? Pretty please?”

“Erm, alright,” you said, “But I don’t have any money.”

“Oh, silly me,” Jen giggled. She hopped away and jogged back towards the bedroom, her short robe bouncing precariously up her nubile, fit ass.

After a while, she was back with her purse. She popped open the expensive leather flap and flicked her thumb through the thick stack of cash inside before pulling out a hundred note.

It kills you to see how well your dad could take care of Jen. You’ll never be able to provide for her anywhere near that level. Not even after you worked your whole life.

“Here you go. Keep the change and buy yourself a new video game or something, okay?” Jen said, offering you the money.

You swallowed dryly and took the cash. “Yeah, okay, thanks Jen…” you replied.”

Jen made a face, the adorable disapproving look she has always reserved for you and only you.

“I mean, thanks mom,” you said.

“Tee hee. You’re welcome honey,” Jen gushed and gave you a peck on your cheek.

“Jen! Get back on the bed sweetie,” a deep, booming voice echoed into the living room.

Glancing up, you could see your dad in nothing but boxers, his muscular, hairy body proudly on display, leaning against the wall while watching the both of you.

More heart-wrenchingly, you could see how Jen immediately perks up and flush at the sound of his voice. She twirled around and ran towards your dad, giving him a full blown kiss on his lips before turning to head back into the bedroom.

Your dad gave Jen’s shapely ass a loud smack as she passed him, earning a gasp and giggle from her.

“Don’t even think of taking a dime of my money, punk,” your dad said after Jen was out of earshot, “I expect to see a receipt with the change.

With that, he returned to the bedroom to remind you again of who owns Jennifer now.