Her dad had been using her for years since the night her mother ran off with another man. The first time he climbed into her bed Jordan was still a virgin. She was scared and confused but the loneliness in his voice drew out of feelings of love and compassion and she didn’t say as word when he entered her. Somehow, the intimate act revived the spirits of the devastated man and she knew she had done something good. But now, three years later, it had become a pathetic Saturday night ritual embarrassingly forced upon her, yet she was never brave enough to utter a word to stop it. Jordan knew that tonight, her 16th birthday, she had had enough and things would change. This time she would stop it. This time she would be brave. Things did change tonight, but not at all as she had hoped or expected. When she arrived home she found that her father was waiting for her with a birthday cake and two friends from work. Friends whose wives had also run off. Once more she was unable to offer resistance as he led her to the couch, unclothed her and guided her down onto his engorged cock. He took each of her hands and placed them on his friends cocks. She closed her eyes as their hands groped her breasts and cocks stiffened in her hands. Soon all three men were moaning in pleasure and she realized that a new, even worse, Saturday night ritual had now started. She also knew that she wouldn’t be brave enough to utter a word to stop it.

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