Rachel fingers eighteen-year-old Eve

“So, what now?” Eve asked, voice slurring slightly.. “You gonna teach me to be a slut?”

“Only if you want.” She took Eve’s hand, leading her into the couch. She curled herself around the girl, let her hand rest against Eve’s bare thigh. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

A beat of silence. “I-I’ve never…” Eve trailed off.

“Done this before?” Rachel prompted gently.

Eve started. “No, I have!” There was that teenage defensiveness Rachel knew well. That need to prove something. “I’ve been with lots of guys.”

Rachel was surprised. She’d figured the girl was no virgin, but it turned out there was a decent amount of experience behind those innocent blue eyes and blonde pigtails.

“Ah,” Rachel said, “any good ones?”

Eve rolled her eyes. “Guys my age are fucking idiots.”

Rachel snickered, rolling her hand up and down Eve’s thigh in lazy strokes. “So, you’ve never been with a girl then…”

Eve shook her head, but didn’t pull away. “No. You?”

Rachel giggled. “Oh, honey. I’ve been with a lot of girls.” She let her hand slide higher, under the skirt, thumb pressing up against the delicate bend where thigh met hip.

Eve’s breath came sharp, but she didn’t move away. “Would you… show me?”

That permission was all Rachel needed. Her hand crept higher, tracing the hem of the black thong she’d picked out for the girl herself. “You’re so fucking sexy,” she murmured, letting her fingers press just enough to make the girl tense.

Rachel stroked higher, letting her hand nestle against the soft heat of Eve's crotch. The fabric of the thong was already damp, sticky with an arousal that betrayed Eve. Rachel pressed her lips to the corner of Eve's mouth, gentle, but driving.

"It’s no wonder your father can’t stop thinking about you,” Rachel dared to say.

Eve’s eyes went wide, but she didn’t move away. In fact, she parted her legs, just a little, just enough for Rachel to slip her hand between. “What?!”

Rachel took the opening, sliding her fingers beneath the elastic. Eve gasped, a helpless little whimper as her hips jerked up in need.

“Your Daddy has had some very bad desires, Eve.” With her other hand, Rachel handled her phone, swiping in her photo roll until she got to that video. John in Eve’s room, tongue lapping his own cum from his daughter’s ass. She held it up, as her other hand pressed against Eve’s clit, swirling tight circles that made the girl tremble and gasp. Eve breathed heavily, partly from the pleasure in her groin, partly from the video playing in front of her.

The footage played, wet slurps and John’s muffled groans filling the room. “That’s… my dad? In my room?”

“Mm-hmm.” Rachel zoomed in on John’s face buried between those familiar cheeks. “He couldn’t resist. And neither can you.”

Eve melted as Rachel’s fingers slipped inside her cunt. The teenager was tight, so tight and so wet. The sound of it was obscene, the slick little squelch nearly undid Rachel. God, she wanted to ruin this girl. She wanted to make her cum for her Daddy.

Eve moaned openly, eyes glued to the screen. “That’s so fucked up!”

Rachel paused for a moment, withdrawing her fingers. Had she gone to far? Was this too much for innocent Eve?

Eve’s hips bucked involuntarily, craving Rachel’s fingers. “But… it’s fucking hot.”

There it was. Rachel slid her fingers back inside, and Eve clamped down, a wild, involuntary spasm. “Imagine telling him you saw this,” Rachel breathed. “Or better, making him watch us.”
Eve whimpered, her breath coming sharp and ragged as Rachel set a steady rhythm. “He’d fucking freak.”

“He’d cum in his pants.” Rachel upped the pace, fucking Eve with her fingers while her thumb worked the clit in frantic circles. She wanted to see the girl break, wanted to see her lose every ounce of composure. She leaned in, licking the salt from Eve's neck, biting down just enough to leave a mark.

Eve bucked, her core tensing. "Ohmygod," she breathed, the words slurring together. "What are you, fuckkk, doing to me?"

Rachel chuckled, low and sultry. "I'm making you feel good, sweetheart. Isn't that what you wanted?"

That’s when Eve snapped, all at once.

She came so hard it looked like a seizure, her whole body locking up, then bucking wild against Rachel’s hand. Then she screamed, a scream of pure arousal so loud that Rachel wondered if the entire neighborhood would hear. Her back arched, thighs clamping around Rachel’s wrist, so tight it hurt. Even as the orgasm wracked her, Eve was gasping, “don’t stop, fuck, oh my god, don’t stop.” Rachel didn’t.

She worked those fingers through every wave, relishing how slick she was, how easy it was to milk out another spasm, then another, then another. By the end, Eve was limp, eyes rolled up, jaw unhinged in an open O. Rachel pulled out slow, savoring the way the tight little hole clung and then let go with a faint, sweet pop.

Rachel lay beside the girl, brushing her hair with one hand. “You good?” she whispered.
“I think you broke me,” Eve said, shivering then moving closer.

“Eve, I have a question,” Rachel said tentatively. Eve met her eyes, questioning, open. “Did you cum thinking about your Daddy?”

Eve’s eyes fluttered. For a moment, Rachel didn’t think she would answer. Then, “Yes… I did.”
Rachel felt a pounding in her cunt. “Would you like him to fuck you?”