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Originally posted by souratu

fantasy: hope this turns into a young teen sleepover neither will soon forget!

Oh, they'll certainly never forget it.

Halfway through the sleepover, they heard funny noises in the hallway. The girls quietly set out to find the source of the odd thumping noise. As they crept down the dark hallway, they encountered Mr. Crane, Elisha's father, standing at the far end of the hallway, pants around his ankles, waxing his carrot with the turkey-baster from the kitchen firmly lodged up his ass. Mr. Crane was in a trance-like state, preoccupied with his own gratification, when the hallway-night light illuminated the approaching girls. So startled was he, as he turned to make his way back to his bedroom, he forgot about the pants around his ankles. In one swift movement, Mr. Crane was tripped by his own pants, causing him to fall forward into the east-wall of the hallway. It was at this moment the girls noticed him, although due to the dark hallway and the unusual appearance, they were unable to quite discern what was going on down there. All the while, Mr. Crane bounced off the east wall and fell backward, landing on the turkey baster, which then lodged itself uncomfortably further up his rectum.

The girls, by now, had approached, and just as they were getting a clearer picture of the situation, and as Elisha's stomach started to turn at the sight of her half-naked father in the hallway with a minuscule erection and turkey baster emanating from his rear, there was a piercing roar as Mr. Crane reacted to the searing pain in his bowel caused by his falling on his stimulatory device. This roar, a manly guttural scream, in turn frightened the curious girls, causing them to scream out in fear and retreat down the hallway back to Elisha's bedroom.

As Mr. Crane laid prone, half naked and impaled in the hallway, he watched the girls retreat back to their bedroom and once again noticed, as he had earlier in the afternoon from his bedroom window, three stories above the backyard pool, that Elisha's friend, Jacqueline, had an exquisite arse. Again, as earlier in the day, despite the pain and his embarrassing position Mr. Crane felt ashamed yet aroused at the thoughts of his daughter's friend. This arousal caused him to again, reach down to his genitals, and, while lying on the floor, impaled and internally bleeding, whack his bag to the point of ejaculation. His seed was spilled onto the carpet. After a few moments of basking in the post-orgasmic stupor, Mr. Crane's arousal subsided, leaving him only with shame, and his knowledge that his wife would be home from her evening shift at the hospital in a few moments, his daughter was likely scarred for life, he had stained the carpet, and he was likely bleeding to death internally. And yet, despite these dire realizations, Mr. Crane's only real regret was that he wouldn't live long enough to enjoy Elisha's next sleepover. He slowly lost the strength to keep his eyes open and his mind focused on the tragedy that had befallen him. He laid his head back, on the carpet, and closed his eyes, the life draining from his body, just as Mrs. Crane turned the key in the front door, moments away from discovering the horrific sight at the top of the stairs. It was a night none of them would soon forget.

fantasy: hope this turns into a young teen sleepover neither will soon forget!