Subject:     Neighborhood Block Party 
Story Codes: Mf inc father daughter niece exhib
Diary Date:  August 10, 2002 
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary
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Block parties are sort of quaint rituals that most teenagers try to 
avoid.   Well, they aren't all that bad if you have the right outlook.

Table of Contents
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   Chapter 1 – A Little Background  
   Chapter 2 – Pleasing My Dad the Morning of the Party  
   Chapter 3 – Getting Ready With Kristi  
   Chapter 4 – Teasing at the Block Party  
   Chapter 5 – The Firemen  
   Chapter 6 – Back Home After the Party


Chapter 1 – A Little Background
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Every year the various neighborhoods in our town will barricade off a 
street and have what we call a “block party”.  Giant grills appear out of 
thin air, everyone brings a covered dish, and it’s generally just an 
overall good time for all.  Next door neighbors who might otherwise go 
all year without even talking to one another get together and pretend to 
be old friends.  Typically the local fire department sends over a truck 
and I’ve even heard of some neighborhoods that go a bit overboard with 
things like pony rides and clown acts.

While I enjoyed these quaint events when I was younger, as I got older 
the block parties became more boring than anything else.   It took a few 
more years for me to mature enough to realize they had more to offer than 
I realized back when I was a little girl!

At this year’s party I was seventeen and my younger cousin Kristi was 
fifteen.  Technically, she didn't live on our street but it seemed 
sometimes that she and her mom spent more time at our house than theirs.  
My Aunt Linda (my mom’s sister) had divorced when Kristi was only a 
couple of years old and we were raised together like sisters.  Thus, even 
though we were two years apart, we shared a lot in common.

To start, both of us lost our virginity when we were fourteen and we’ve 
both enjoyed active sex lives ever since.  Actually, Kristi even more so 
than me although so far as I knew she had no idea that my sexual 
relationships included my parents not to mention her own mom.  

The two of us had started masturbating together a couple of years 
earlier, the first time being at our grandparent’s farm.  We never 
actually touched one another but since then we would often play with 
ourselves whenever we were together and we’ve even shared a few 
boyfriends.

I don't mean to imply that anything kinky happened between us.  Usually I 
would just suck his dick while he fucked Kristi as she figured since they 
were HER boyfriends, she should be the one getting it in her pussy but 
she would switch now and then to keep me happy.

Although I managed to have sex on a pretty regular basis since my first 
time with my boyfriend Steve, even with a two year head start on Kristi 
she’d already passed me when it came to the total number of guys she’d 
had sex with.  As much as I love sex Kristi was at another level 
entirely!  Whereas I’ve tried to be at least a little selective when it 
came to whose cock I allow inside of me, not Kristi.  From what I can 
tell so far as she’s concerned, if it gets hard she wants it and it 
doesn’t matter all that much to her who it’s attached to.

To some extent I can understand her position on sex as I feel sort of the 
same way when it comes to giving blowjobs – never saw a dick I didn't 
want to suck!  Still, I just can’t let just ANY guy fuck me regardless of 
how he looks or acts.  Ok, if I am to be completely honest there may have 
been a few cases when my horniness won out over better judgment, but 
those times are pretty rare for me, definitely not the norm. 

One of the great things about being a teenage girl is knowing that just 
about every guy you meet is undressing you in his mind and wishing he 
could get into your panties.  It may seem arrogant to say this, but once 
I discovered this rather startling truth I quickly learned to use it to 
my advantage.  It never ceases to amaze me what I can make a guy do for 
me simply with a little wiggle of my ass or a naughty look.  

As much as that works, it’s nothing compared to the power I have over a 
boy by tempting him with a blowjob.  I almost – with emphasis on 
“almost”, feel guilty when I see how excited a guy gets if he thinks that 
he has even the slightest chance of getting me to suck his cock, let 
alone get to fuck me.

In the end, I figure if you got it, why not use it?  It’s not my fault 
guys are so easy to manipulate!

Speaking of teasing, one of the “hobbies” Kristi and I enjoy together is 
flirting with our neighbors.  My mom sometimes gets a bit exasperated at 
us because she knows the other women on the block think she lets us get 
away with murder but at the same time she understands it’s all just for 
fun and we don't mean any harm.  Besides, given what I know of HER 
activities at my age, it’s not like she holds the moral high ground.

I would guess that most of our neighborhood adults are well aware that I 
enjoy dressing a bit slutty and certainly the husbands know that I’m a 
terrible tease.  At the same time I’d bet that none of our neighbors have 
any idea what I do in private since I try to be at least a little 
discreet around the home area.  After all, someday I hope to be a teacher 
here so it wouldn’t do to have a reputation as the neighborhood whore! 
Being a slut is OK, whore is not.

It shouldn’t be any surprise that when it came to teasing the guys in my 
neighborhood, it’s like shooting fish in a barrel.  Most of the men on 
our block are around my dad’s age or younger with a couple of older guys 
thrown in the mix.  Even so, it doesn't seem to matter what age they are 
as every last one of them can't seem to be able to keep their eyes off of 
me.  The same applies even more so to my cousin when she is around 
although it’s easier to understand why given she always dresses even more 
sluttier than me.

The most notable neighbors live right next door to us - Kathy and Rich.  
They are a bit unique on our block as they love to throw big parties 
which often end in some sort of risqué activity.  Many a night I’ve spied 
on them from our deck over the garage which looks down on their back 
yard.  I like to masturbate while I watch and dream it’s me in the center 
of it all.  Maybe when I turn eighteen they’ll let me join.


Chapter 2 – Pleasing My Dad the Morning of the Party
====================================================

The morning of this year’s block party found me lying in bed sound 
asleep.  Even though the air conditioning was running it had been a hot 
night.  My bedroom was in the back corner of our second floor of our old 
house and for some reason never seemed to get as much cool air as the 
rest of house.  As a result, my covers had long since been tossed off 
leaving me stretched out naked on top of my sheets.

It wasn't anything unusual for me to sleep nude as I’d been since I was 
twelve.  At first it was just part of growing up and wanting to imitate 
my parents but over time I found it to be a much more comfortable way to 
sleep.  On hot nights like this I couldn't imagine even wearing so much 
as a negligee! 

Having just woken up I was in one of those dreamy states where I wasn't 
sleeping but yet hadn’t quite awakened either; just lying there on my 
side with my eyes closed and my outstretched arm hanging over the edge of 
the bed.  Somewhere in my subconscious I sensed someone was in my room 
but I wasn't sure if it was real or just a remnant from whatever dream I 
had just awoken from.

Then I felt something brush against my cheek and forehead and I stirred 
slightly.  Whatever it was then pressed up against my lips.  They felt 
dry so I licked them and in doing so I felt my tongue touching something 
warm and smooth.  My groggy eyes opened just enough to see what it was 
and there right in front of me was my dad, standing naked at the side of 
my bed with his semi-erect cock in his hand.  What I’d felt against my 
lips was his smooth cock head and I smiled up at him as I blinked to try 
to clear my vision. 

“Good morning baby,” he said to me with a grin, “I thought you might like 
breakfast in bed.” 

I grinned at him and without a word I opened my mouth wide for him, 
silently inviting him to push his cock into it.  He didn't waste any time 
as he leaned forward and soon I felt the warmth of his dick filling my 
mouth.  He was still pretty soft but I could already feel the pulsing of 
the blood that was quickly filling it, making it harden and swell in my 
mouth.

Still barely awake, I just laid there with my head on my pillow and my 
eyes half-closed as he slowly worked his cock in and out of my mouth.   
At first he only pushed it in an inch or so at most, making it easy for 
me to accommodate him. I could feel the ridge of his cock head as it 
brushed over my lips and though I couldn't hardly see it with my eyes all 
but closed I imagined how it must look to him as he watched his dick 
sliding effortlessly in and out of his daughter’s hungry mouth.

I knew it turned my dad as much to watch me suck his cock as anything and 
doing it now with me half asleep and helpless must have been really hot 
for him.  My motto was “If daddy likes it, let him do it.”  After all, 
isn’t that what an obedient daughter is suppose to do?  I can’t say I was 
always the perfect daughter, far from it actually, but when it came to 
satisfying my father’s sexual needs, I NEVER said no, a point I was quite 
proud of.

“Mmmmmmm, looks like someone’s hungry this morning,” he murmured, more to 
himself it seemed than me.

I opened my eyes again and looked up at him and tried to smile as best I 
could – something that’s not all that easy with what was now a thick hard 
cock in my mouth.  My dad put his hand on the back of my head and pulled 
me forward as he pushed himself deeper into me.  His pubic hair brushed 
against my face as he stroked in and out of my mouth which tickled me in 
a nice way.  I could smell the male scent of his crotch which was made 
even stronger by the musky odor of his sweat that mixed in with it.  My 
outstretched arm, still hanging over the edge of the bed, brushed against 
his leg and I instinctively grabbed him with my hand and pulled him 
towards me. 

“Ahhhhh, she wants it deeper,” he said softly.

My response was to lift my head to meet his inward thrusts which allowed 
him to drive his incestuous cock even further into my mouth.  He moved up 
until he was right on top of me, forcing his warm cock into my teenage 
mouth until it hit the back of my throat.  My automatic gag reflex 
started to kick in but I had long since learned how to deal with THAT 
problem!  My throat relaxed sufficiently enough to allow him to push 
himself down into it like a tight pussy.  He then thrust himself in until 
the base of his cock was solidly pressed against my face and then pulled 
it out just a bit to allow me to catch my breath.

Over and over my father slid his cock into my mouth, but now it was all 
wet with my spit and it fit easily in my throat.

“Oh my god!” he moaned, “You know Kelly, you’re one incredible 
cocksucking slut.” 

He didn’t mean that in a bad way.  Indeed, whenever my dad called me a 
slut I knew he meant it as a glowing compliment so I didn't mind it in 
the least.

It felt wonderful to just lay there, sucking my dad’s cock, knowing that 
he loved it when I sucked it.  More than anything else in the world I 
wanted to please my father and if that meant giving myself to him 
physically, well then I would do whatever he wanted.

I LOVE giving head but giving my dad a blowjob was a completely different 
experience compared to how I feel when I suck other men’s cocks.  To be 
perfectly honest, with other men I’m being utterly selfish in that I do 
it for MY pleasure more than his.  I love the way a man will plead with 
me to suck him.  I love the power I feel holding his tender dick between 
my teeth.  It makes me feel sexy feeling a cock harden in my mouth, 
knowing it is ME that is causing the reaction that he can’t control. Then 
there is that incredible thrill I feel when he spurts his cum against the 
back of my throat and on my tongue, knowing that I have pleasured him 
using nothing more than my mouth and tongue. 

Some people claim that a girl is being submissive when she sucks cock but 
in reality I get a feeling of empowerment and total control when I have a 
guy’s dick in my mouth.  From my perspective I OWN him and indeed, when 
you consider that I have one of the most sensitive parts of his body 
between my teeth – I DO! 

With I suck my dad’s cock it’s completely different.  I suck my dad’s 
cock not so much for my own pleasure (although I DO enjoy it immensely), 
but instead I want to demonstrate to him in a physical way just how much 
I love and appreciate him.

To clarify things, just because I’m his daughter he certainly has no 
“right” to have sex with me no more than he has a “right” to have sex 
with any girl.  Thus for me to give myself to him, to willingly submit 
myself to him in the most intimate and loving way that a daughter can to 
her father, short of letting him fuck me it’s the ultimate sign of my 
love for him.

To clarify again, when I say “love” I don't mean anything weird or 
perverted like taking him as a lover.  He’s my father and I could never 
see him as anything other than that.  What I’m trying to say is that as 
far as I’m concerned, sucking my dad’s dick is my way of giving him a 
sign of my love for him as his DAUGHTER. 

As these thoughts went through my mind I could feel my dad stroking 
faster and his breathing was getting more labored and intense.  I knew 
from plenty of past experience what was about to happen and sure enough, 
a few seconds later he gasped and shoved himself into my mouth about half 
way as his cock erupted like a sperm volcano.  A stream of cum struck the 
back of my throat as my lips clamped down on his cock in an effort to 
keep it all in my mouth as one load after another of his sperm emptied 
from the end of his cock.

When the last burst of sperm erupted he shuddered and held my head 
against his crotch.  As it often happens, my efforts to contain his cum 
within my mouth failed and I felt a little of it leak past his cock and 
drip down the side of my face but I managed to keep most of it in my 
mouth.  My dad pulled his spent cock out of my mouth and put his hand 
under my chin, lifting my flushed face up to look at him. 

“Open your mouth and let me see,” he commanded me.

I did as he told me and he looked down at the sight of his fresh cum 
pooled on my tongue.  “God you look so fucking hot with my cum in your 
mouth.  Now swallow it.” 

I obediently swallowed most of it down with one gulp and then used my 
finger to wipe the part that had dripped down my face into my mouth and 
swallowed again to get the remainder down.  I looked up at him and smiled 
as I finally said my first words of the morning. 

“Mmmmmmm, that was the best breakfast in bed I could ever have asked for 
daddy!”

My dad grinned and then a look came over his face as if he just 
remembered something, “Oh yeah, almost forgot... your mother sent me up 
here to say breakfast would be ready soon.” 

We both laughed at his “forgetfulness” and he leaned over to kiss me on 
the forehead.  Then he left to get a robe from the bathroom as I pulled 
put on one of his shirts that I had been wearing the night before.  Much 
to my mother’s chagrin I typically just pulled it over my head when I 
undressed to go to bed, leaving it buttoned.  Usually I forgot all about 
it later when I threw it in the wash and she was always complaining how 
she had to unbutton them all the time for me.  It made it easier for me 
though in the morning like this when I would just pull it over my head 
and didn't have to bother with the silly buttons all over again.

My dad’s dress shirts were my favorite thing to wear around the house 
followed by a variety of t-shirts and sweatshirts (more in the winter). 
His shirts were so comfortable and one of the side benefits was that I 
never had to wear anything underneath even if someone came to the door 
delivering something I was still mostly covered by the long shirt tails.

Heading downstairs I found my dad was already seated at the table and my 
mom was setting out some pancakes and sausages for breakfast.  She looked 
at me as I entered the breakfast nook and gave me a knowing wink and a 
smile. 

“Well, do you still have an appetite for breakfast?” she teased me as she 
looked at my dad out of the corner of her eye.

My dad was just grinning like the Cheshire Cat and didn’t say word.  My 
mom looked at him and just shook her head adding, “Well, I guess I should 
have known better than to send your horny father up to wake you!” 

I just grinned along with my dad and reached up to kiss my mom.  I hadn't 
brushed my teeth after blowing him so I knew she had to be tasting her 
husband’s cum on my mouth.  Her tongue extended to meet mine and we 
kissed in front of my dad for what must have been several minutes.

Finally our lips parted and when she pulled back she had this naughty 
grin on her face and she licked her lips like a cat after a good meal.  
She didn't say anything about his cum other than a wink at my dad so we 
all sat down to eat breakfast without another word about it.

Our discussion soon turned to today’s block party and my mom mentioned 
that her sister and my cousin were coming by to join in the festivities. 
My heart skipped a beat as I hadn't seen Kristi in a few days and my 
pussy tingled a bit as I remembered our last time together when we shared 
her latest boy toy.


Chapter 3 – Getting Ready With Kristi
=====================================

After we finished breakfast I returned to my room to get dressed and 
ready for the remainder of the day.  Judging from how high the 
temperature was already this early in the morning, I had a feeling that 
it was going to be a typical Pittsburgh hot muggy August day so I picked 
out a pair of short denim cutoffs and a pink bikini top to wear to the 
party.

The cutoffs weren’t my most risqué pair as not even my parents would’ve 
allowed me to wear them around the neighborhood.  They literally 
displayed half my ass and there was barely had enough material in the 
crotch to keep it from becoming a skirt.  When I stretched or leaned over 
in the least the crotch material would pull up between my pussy lips, 
even disappearing if I went far enough!  Shorts like these were reserved 
for around the house or when I was with a guy at his house.

The shorts I chose were more suitable for public consumption – maybe a 
PG-13 bordering on R rating if they had such things for shorts.  They 
still barely covered my butt and they were cut short enough that the 
pockets hung out the bottom but they didn’t cross the line to being 
arrested for public indecency, at least not quite.

Similarly, the bikini top was sort of middle of the road, at least based 
on my standards.  It tied behind my neck and in back and actually covered 
most of my boobs.  The thin material allowed my nipples to poke through, 
especially if I got a little excited, but no differently than a tight t-
shirt would have.

I had a pair of pink sneakers to match along with a pair of short white 
anklet socks.  Wearing heels would have been sexier but walking on the 
brick roads and grass lawns could be dangerous if I wasn’t concentrating 
all the time so the sneakers were a sensible choice.

With my outfit laid out on the chair by my desk, I pulled my dad’s shirt 
up and over my head, throwing it under the bed where most of my laundry 
was hiding.  My mom was always pestering me to put them in the clothes 
chute which was just outside my door in the hallway but it was a lot 
easier to just pitch them under the bed.  As I said, I wasn't ALWAYS 
obedient!

I stood still in the middle of my room nude and stretched my arms over my 
head as a big yawn escaped.  I’d gotten to bed late the night before and 
had planned on sleeping in later than this but my dad had other ideas.  
Oh well, it was well worth being awakened early today! 

Thinking again about the quick blowjob I’d given my dad earlier made my 
pussy tingle a bit and I reached down to cup my crotch in my hand.  Oh my 
God! Suddenly I felt so horny it was if someone had physically struck me.  
My hand pressed tight against my crotch and I literally doubled over as 
my pussy cried out for attention.

In two steps I was at my bedside and I fell over backwards onto it with 
my legs hanging over the side, my hand never leaving my pussy in the 
process.   My legs spread apart as I put both hands between my legs, 
pressing one finger into my pussy hole and rubbing my clit with the 
other.  Incredibly, my pussy was already soaked which allowed my finger 
to slide easily up into me.  I pulled it out and wet my clit with it to 
make it more slippery as my other hand rubbed it.

Closing my eyes, I stretched my head back as I masturbated as if I hadn't 
done it in a month.  Actually I’d done it last night before falling 
asleep but that wasn’t helping now!  It wasn't like my pussy was a bank 
and if I made enough deposits in it I could get by when times were lean.  
All I could think of was being fucked by one guy after another, each 
stroking his dick with his hand until he was good and hard and then 
ramming it into me, fucking me as if I was his whore.

I kept playing with myself as I fantasized that one after another guy 
fucked me and came inside of me until my pussy was literally overflowing 
with warm sperm.  As horny as I was, it wasn't long before I came, 
lifting my hips up against my hand as I humped my finger like it was a 
little cock.

I gasped as goose bumps raised over my entire body and my chest flushed 
bright red.  From the heat I felt on my face my cheeks must have been 
flushed as well and my entire body felt incredible in a way that just 
can't be described in words.  It was like my pussy was an erupting 
volcano with huge lava flows of pleasure pouring out and covering me with 
the heat of wanton passion.  

It was good but not enough - God I needed to be fucked so bad! 

As my orgasm slowly, very slowly, died down I collapsed on the bed while 
my body unwinding as it recharged from what I knew was not going to be 
the only orgasm I’d be having.  My breathing was heavy as if I had just 
run a mile and my hands were still, pressed against my soaking wet cunt.

Suddenly I heard something rustle at the door and I turned my head to the 
side to see my cousin Kristi peeking in on me!  Once she saw that I’d 
finally noticed her, she stepped into my bedroom, grinning at me like a 
cat who had just caught a mouse.

“Hey cuz!  Looks like someone’s horny this morning!” she giggled, looking 
me over as she did.

We’d started masturbating together years ago so it wasn't anything for me 
to be embarrassed or ashamed of but I was still caught off guard.  Well, 
at least she hadn’t caught me sucking my dad’s dick. 

She glanced down at my crotch where my hands were clasping my pussy and 
exclaimed, “Well, don't let ME stop you.  Damn girl! Judging from the way 
you just came you’ve got to be wanting more!” 

I was still so damn horny I didn't even answer her as all I could think 
about was how bad I wanted a cock in me.  For just a brief moment I 
wished my cousin was a boy – god it seemed like all I could think about 
was how I needed a good fucking!

Kristi was wearing denim cutoffs similar to mine but instead of a bikini 
top she had on a tight white cami which she must have outgrown two years 
ago.  It was almost sheer and I could clearly see the dark outline of her 
nipples underneath. Most of her flat midriff was exposed, her belly 
button easily visible.

I liked to tease and think of myself as a slut - but in a good way.  
Kristi, on the other hand, WAS a slut in every sense of the word.  Every 
guy in school knew what a date with Kristi meant – he was going to get 
lucky!  Sometimes I wondered if there were any guys in her class she had 
NOT fucked at one time or another either individually or as a group at 
party in some back bedroom.  

We’d never even so much as touched each other’s boobs but many a time we 
would watch each other masturbate and get off seeing the other coming. 
When we shared one of her boyfriends he invariably wanted to see us 
getting it on but we never did.  I don’t know exactly why but I guess 
maybe it was because she was my cousin and other than our mother’s and my 
mom’s best friend I’d never been with a girl before.   There were times 
when we almost did it but something always seemed to interrupt us just 
when one of us had almost worked up the courage.

By now I had regained my composure but I still felt as horny as ever, if 
anything even more if that was possible!  Kristi, never one to miss an 
opportunity to masturbate, quickly stripped off her shorts and hopped on 
my bed, leaving her cami and sneakers on as she sat at the top of my bed 
and pushed my pillows behind her for support.

Kristi laid back with her knees up and spread wide apart, allowing each 
of us to look at the other’s open pussy.  Kristi had always been small 
for her age – most guys figured her for two to three years younger than 
she actually was, and her pussy was trimmed up a bit but still mostly 
covered with blonde fuzzy hair. It just made me all the hotter to see her 
masturbating as we both kept our eyes fixed on one another.  Although her 
boobs barely made a rise in her cami, her hardened nipples poked out 
through the thin transparent material like little pencil erasers. 

The two of us masturbated like that for what must have been almost an 
hour.  I have no idea how many times each of us came but by the time we 
finished my finger was certainly tired! I wondered sometimes when she 
would cry out as her body tensed with her orgasm what she was dreaming of 
but we both respected the other too much to interrupt and ask.

My room must have smelled like some sort of sex pit with all the pussy 
cum soaking my bed sheets! Finally we both just couldn't take any more 
and she moved to the side of me and we hugged.  I felt her boobs pressing 
against mine through her cami top and for a moment wondered what it would 
be like to have sex with her the way I did with my mom – and hers! 

“Well, well, and what do we have here?” a sweet voice interrupted our 
moment together.

We both looked over to see our moms standing at the door, smiling at the 
two of us like the proud parents they were.  My Aunt Linda had asked the 
question and then mine chimed in saying, “Good grief Linda, we leave them 
alone for just one hour and look what happens!” 

Aunt Linda chuckled saying, “Sort of reminds me of when we were that age, 
doesn’t it Mary.” 

Kristi and I both looked at them and then at each other and smiled.  I 
knew my mom had masturbated with her sister as she had told me as soon as 
she found out that Kristi and I were doing it together.  Besides, 
masturbating with other girls was not really a big deal – I did it with 
most of my friends at sleepovers and sometimes just when we were visiting 
and the conversation would get going about some hot guy at school.

It’s funny how when I talk to guys they all seem repulsed at the thought 
of masturbating with one of their friends yet most girls I know don’t 
seem to have any problem with it.  I guess it’s sort of like dancing 
where you see girls dancing together all the time but never a group of 
guys.  Oh well, that’s their problem.

‘C’mon you horny little sluts, that’s enough fun.  Now clean yourselves 
up and get dressed – we have work to do,” my mom called out as they left 
and retreated back downstairs.


Chapter 4 – Teasing at the Block Party
======================================

For a moment I wondered where my dad had gone – it wasn't like him not to 
at least peek in when Kristi was over as he knew what it usually led to. 

As it turned out my dad was out on the deck cleaning the grill before 
carting it off to the street in front of all the neighborhood.  It was a 
sharp stainless steel model that he had begged my mom to let him buy.  
She didn't understand why he needed to spend over $1,000 just for a grill 
but eventually she relented.  It wasn’t just coincidence that before she 
did they had one hell of an afternoon in bed!

Kristi and I ran to the bathroom to wash ourselves off, threw our clothes 
back on and fixed our hair by pulling it back into ponytails.  Ponytails 
were easy to deal with and were also nice and cool for a hot day like 
today.  As an added bonus, I knew it turned on the guys in our 
neighborhood when I went out with that “girl-next-door” look.  Downstairs 
our moms were fixing some dishes to pass at the party later and we joined 
in to get things done. 

Noon arrived before we knew it and as my dad dragged out the grill the 
rest of us brought out the food, plates and the rest of the usual picnic 
stuff.  People were starting to gather now and the police has just 
arrived to erect the wooden barriers at each end of the street.

Our neighborhood had quite a mixture of people – some young couples as 
well as older, babies and teenagers, straight and even one couple we all 
called “the gay guys”.  Over the years I had babysat for quite a few of 
them and I knew most of them at least by face if not by name.

It was obvious from the start that Kristi and I were getting more than 
our share of attention – particularly from the guys and even, much to my 
amusement, from some of the younger boys.  Kristi was thoroughly enjoying 
the latter group as she had always had a thing about younger boys.  Well, 
at fifteen she could still get away with most anything and I knew that at 
more than a few occasions she would have definitely raised some eyebrows 
if people knew more about her history.

As for me, I thought the boys were cute but I actually prefer older men 
who just seem to be nicer overall and tend not to be so self-centered as 
a rule.  The nice thing was that between the two of us we just about 
covered the age spectrum so I guess as a pair we offered something for 
everyone! 

I think what really got me off as much as anything though was seeing the 
looks from the women, especially the wives.  Needless to say, most of the 
wives didn't seem overly thrilled when their husbands glancing (in some 
cases more like staring) our way and on more than one occasion I got a 
glimpse of a couple exchanging some sharp words.  Hopefully it was about 
us given the way she would look our way and frown.

I couldn't help but feel a twinge between my legs as I thought about what 
naughty things these guys were probably thinking about me – including 
what they were thinking about what they wanted to DO to me.

What was even more interesting was the look I got from one wife I’d never 
met before.  She looked to be in her forties and she was actually looking 
at me more than her husband was! It felt a bit strange to be looked at 
that way by another woman but yet it created a stirring between my legs 
that I couldn't ignore.  My hand subconsciously started to reach between 
my legs but just in time I remembered I was out in the middle of the 
neighborhood and I reluctantly pulled it back.  It wouldn't do to start 
playing with myself in front of all the neighbors!

With everyone cooking, lunch was ready quickly and we lined up to get 
different foods from the various grills that were going.  Kristi and I 
just grabbed a hotdog from my dad although some of the guys were grilling 
ribs, chicken, hamburgers and some sort of sausages. Needless to say side 
dishes included some excellent pierogies – a Pittsburgh standard at any 
picnic.

We sat down on the grass with our legs crossed under us Indian style.  I 
noticed Kristi’s shorts had pulled up tight into her crotch creating a 
nice camel toe effect and I looked down quickly at my own and realized my 
had done the same.

I wanted to laugh at the contortions some guys went through in order to 
catch a glimpse of our crotches without being obvious about it.  A couple 
guys even made a point of passing by us several times with some lame 
excuse about needing to get more food but they didn’t fool me. Although 
their eyes were trying to look forward I caught them sneaking a peak 
between our legs every time!

By this time of the summer we both had great tans and our closely shaved 
legs glistened in the hot sun.  Once again I felt the need so badly to 
reach down and start playing with myself for them to watch!  I was sure 
the guys wouldn't mind!  Every guy I knew loved to watch me masturbate 
and more than once I think I narrowly escaped death when a guy was paying 
more attention to me playing with myself in his front seat than to his 
driving! 

“Are you feeling as horny as I am?” Kristi whispered to me after yet 
another guy walked by and looked at us.

“Oh my god, you know it!” I whispered back, heaving a heavy sigh in the 
process.

Indeed, my pussy was practically screaming for attention and from the way 
Kristi was squirming, hers must have been doing the same.  Something was 
going to have to happen and soon or I was going to do it right then and 
there and the hell with the consequences!

We soon finished our food and bent over to get up.  Granted we may have 
taken more time and stayed leaning over longer than required but I don't 
think any of the guys were ready to file a complaint.

Kristi stopped and kneeled down to where a couple of younger boys were 
still eating.  They looked to be about twelve or thirteen, old enough to 
appreciate Kristi but too young to be forward enough to do anything about 
it.  Kristi was bent over, talking to them about something or another.  
The way her cami was hanging down, they must have had a great view of her 
little boobs so I went back and grabbed her by the arm, pulling her back 
up to her feet. 

“Now cousin, behave yourself,” I whispered in her ear. 

“Aw Kelly, I wasn't doing anything!” she protested. 

I just laughed and spanked her playfully on the rear, “Yea sure – not YET 
at least.  Don’t look at me that way. I know you better than that you 
dirty little slut.” 

“I can't take it any more – let’s go to your house for a minute?” Kristi 
pleaded with me.

I would’ve loved to have been the mature older cousin and scolded her for 
not being able to control herself.  Truth was, I wanted it just as bad as 
she did so I grabbed her by the hand and we literally ran back up the 
street to our house.


Chapter 5 – The Firemen
=======================

No sooner than we went through the front door than Kristi was dropping 
her shorts and plopped in the middle of the couch that dominated our 
living room. 

“Oh my god, I don’t think I could have held out a minute longer!” she 
gasped as her hand quickly started to play with her pussy, “I was about 
to do myself on the street!”

I took up my position at the opposite end of the couch and we each had 
one leg up on the couch and the other draped over the side to the floor.  
It was almost like looking in the mirror except she was blond while I was 
brunette not to mention she was shorter and weighed about twenty pounds 
less than me.  I could only imagine what the guys out in the street would 
say if they knew what we were doing now!

“Oh my fucking god... this feels so good,” Kristi moaned as her hand 
moved rapidly over her little pussy.

I grinned at her and teased her saying, “Yeah, I bet you wish those 
little boys were in here now, don’t you?”

“Oh shit, can you imagine what it would be like?” she gasped as she 
strained her head to look out at the front window to look at them.  “God 
I would LOVE to suck their little cocks!”

As much as I knew it shouldn’t, I was getting off listening to Kristi go 
on about how she wanted to suck those young boys and be the first to fuck 
them. Like probably any girl I had the occasional fantasy about such a 
thing but in the end don’t think I could ever actually go through with 
such a thing.  Fantasy is fine but actually DOING something is entirely 
different.  For me, the hotter fantasy involved the older men outside and 
how I’d love to have them fuck me behind their wife’s backs.

Kristi, on the other hand, seemed to be more turned on the younger they 
were.  I knew from personal experience that she’d sucked a boy that was 
only eleven once and God only knew what else she had done babysitting 
that she hadn’t shared with me.  Personally, I would NEVER do anything 
with the kids I babysat, no matter what the temptation and indeed, there 
had been more than a few times when I WS tempted.  I wasn't so sure that 
Kristi had the same ethics.  Actually I was sure she didn’t!

I was about to cum as I watched her looking out the window, no doubt 
imagining how a couple of young boys outside would look with their 
clothes off and what she was thinking about doing to them.  Indeed, it 
was what she did TO them more than WITH them as at their age they were 
completely at her mercy.  Perhaps the control thing was what turned her 
on the most about having sex them.

We both got off at about the same time, if for different reasons.  As 
Kristi came, she started to call out as if they were fucking her, telling 
them to put their little dicks in her pussy and mouth.  Another 
difference between us was that Kristi could be incredible foul mouthed 
during sex!

As for me, I was fascinated at the spectacle in front of me and not for 
the first time I wondered how her pussy tasted when she was cumming like 
this.  Kristi had never shown any interest in doing that with me so I 
just kept it to myself as my orgasm struck me.

I opened my eyes enough to look out through the curtains and I could hear 
the party outside as the two of us masturbated away. It would have been a 
lot more fun to do it on the front porch and we had actually done that 
before but it was at night and not with half the neighborhood in front of 
our house!

Kristi sighed and was quiet for a few minutes as her hand rubbed over her 
pussy slowly.

“Damn I needed that!” she finally said to me.

“Me too!” I agreed.  I was still laying back and was actually thinking 
about going for another round when a siren blew and up the street came 
one of our city fire trucks, manned by a couple of handsome firemen who 
looked to be in their late twenties.

We both jumped up and grabbed our shorts.  I ran into the kitchen and 
grabbed some dishtowels which we used to wipe ourselves off with.  As 
little as our shorts covered, it wouldn't do to go out with our inner 
thighs glistening with pussy cum!

We no sooner had pulled them on and raced out the door than Kristi sucked 
in her breath as the firemen got out of the truck.  They introduced 
themselves and started to show people the various features of the truck – 
a sort of “your tax dollars at work” sort of thing. 

“Down girl,” I teased her, “maybe we need to call 911 for you!” 

Kristi bit her lip and stared at the taller guy.  He looked like a body 
builder with a nice ass to match that even his baggy jeans couldn't 
completely hide.  Kristi may get off with younger boys but that didn't 
mean she wasn't up for the older ones as well.  Indeed, the boys seemed 
to be more of a hobby for her whereas guys like this got her attention in 
a whole different way.

“God... can you just picture what’s under those jeans?” she whispered 
hoarsely to me.  “Shit, what I would give just to hold that ass!” 

Can you imagine what the poor firemen would have thought had they known 
what the fifteen year-old girl watching them had in mind for them?  Well, 
even though she was still pretty skinny without much on top yet, some 
guys got off from being with young girls so it wouldn’t have surprised me 
in the slightest if left alone with them for a few minutes that she 
wouldn’t have had them both fucking her, even though she looked more like 
thirteen or fourteen years old.  One thing I had learned long ago about 
Kristi, when she wanted a guy to fuck her she usually got her way! 

Kristi grabbed my upper arm and determinedly steered me towards the crowd 
around the fire truck.  We went towards the back where there were steps 
to climb up to where the hoses and equipment were.  Kristi put on her 
sweetest smile and asked one of the guys if we could climb up to take a 
look.

I don’t think he saw her at first and he started to respond almost 
automatically but then he turned to take a look at where the question had 
come from.  His eyes widened noticeably and he smiled telling us it was 
just fine with him but to be careful.  From the way some of the other 
guys were moving towards the back of the truck I had a feeling it was 
fine with them as well!

We reached up and lifted our legs as the first step was quite a distance 
off the ground.  My shorts pulled tight into my crotch as I lifted my 
foot up almost to my waist to get that first step.  Had I not been shaved 
no doubt my pubic hair would have been sticking out.

A pair of hands suddenly appeared to hold my waist and help lift me up.  
I looked back and saw it was one of the firemen.  He smiled at me and 
then did the same to help Kristi up as well.  We both managed to get up 
the rest of the way and although I didn't look back I imagined every pair 
of eyes – at least the male ones, were fixed on our asses and legs.

It was just too easy - like waving fresh meat in front of a lion’s den! 
Kristi and I looked at each other and we both giggled at the same time, 
each of us knowing what the other was thinking.   I couldn't help it 
really and I don't think anyone would blame me for liking the attention – 
after all, who doesn't like to be appreciated?  The only people I ever 
hear claiming that such stares and thoughts “objectify” women are women 
who don’t get the stares! 

We eventually worked our way down and jumped off the back of the truck to 
the ground.  The same fireman was there to be sure we didn't fall and get 
hurt.  He asked us if we had any questions to which Kristi put on her 
best slutty smile and softly replied, “Noooooo, we just wanted to see how 
long your hose was.”

He started to reply, saying something about how many feet of hose the 
truck had on it when he looked at Kristi’s face and suddenly it dawned on 
him that Kristi wasn't talking about anything on the truck.  Well, I 
couldn't believe it but he actually blushed!!  I wasn't sure if it was 
the question itself or the fact that someone her age was asking it.  In 
any case he just smiled at her and went back to answering questions from 
the crowd.

The two of us wandered away and as soon as we were out of earshot I 
smacked her bottom sharply saying, “You little cockteaser, what if 
someone had heard you ask him that?” 

Kristi giggled, knowing full well I wasn't really angry at her.  As we 
talked the fire truck pulled away, I guess they could only stay for 
thirty minutes before they had to go to another block party.

The next couple hours were really pretty uneventful.  We played the usual 
picnic party games – egg toss, water balloons, and such.  Probably the 
only “interesting” moment was when Kristi got smacked right in the chest 
with a water balloon, soaking her cami causing it to cling like Saran-
Wrap to her chest. Her top became practically transparent – something 
that didn't go unnoticed by practically every male set of eyes within one 
hundred feet.

Well, not even my flirty cousin could get away with sticking around in 
that condition so the two of us headed back to my house where she took 
off her top and dried herself off before donning one of my t-shirts. 

We were about to head back out again when my Aunt Linda appeared at the 
door and told Kristi it was time for them to get going – something about 
a date that evening and she wanted to get home to get ready for it.  I 
offered to drive Kristi home but her mom insisted that Kristi come with 
her to help her out with something before her date.  Kristi just rolled 
her eyes a bit but was smiling at the same time.

I asked what was so important that it needed her help and she just 
shrugged and had a funny smile on her face I hadn't ever seen before.  
Now what was THAT all about?  Well, I wasn't going to find out as the two 
of them both gave me a peck on the cheek and then left for home. 


Chapter 6 – Private Party at Home
=================================

Just after Kristi and Aunt Linda were leaving my dad returned.  I hadn't 
expected him so I jumped a little when he suddenly spanked my bottom 
playfully as I was leaning over the sink to get a glass of water. 

“Why are you so jumpy?” he asked. “Hmmmmmm, I think somebody needs a 
harder spanking than THAT after your naughty performances today.”

I turned to look at him, trying to act as if I didn't know what he was 
talking about.  

He just shook his head and grinned at me saying, “Don’t give me that 
‘little miss innocent look.  You know, I bet every guy on the block was 
fighting to keep his pants from bulging uncontrollably when you two 
little foxes were playing on that fire truck together.” 

Then he reached around me from behind and pulled me tight against him.  I 
felt a hard object pressing against the small of my back as he pressed 
against me. 

“I have to admit, you two DID look pretty hot,” he said in a lower tone 
of voice.

“Daddy!” I protested playfully, “Now just what do you have on your mind?

Rather than respond verbally he kissed the side of my neck which was bare 
thanks to my hair being pulled up into a ponytail.  Mmmmmmm, his warm wet 
lips felt so good on me!  I felt a shiver run through me as his tongue 
licked my ear and traced along the outer edge of my ear lobe.  His hands 
moved up and each one cupped one of my boobs and I gasped softly as he 
gently squeezed them through my bikini top.  His warm lips teased my neck 
and I could barely hear him as he whispered into my ear...

“God, you have NO idea how hot I was getting out there watching you two 
teasing everyone.  All I could think about was how much they wanted you 
and that I was the only one that was going to have you today.” 

It made me feel good to hear him say that, to know that he could be so 
confident that I would give myself to him.  I liked the fact that my 
father knew I was at his beck and call whenever he needed me.

Personally I believe that every daughter should give herself to her 
father this way – didn't my father deserve it?  Wasn't it my duty to do 
so?  Didn’t the bible say to honor your father?

I reached behind me and pressed my hand against the firmness I found in 
his crotch.  The outline of his cock was easy to feel through his shorts 
and I could tell he was already hard as a rock. 

“Mmmmmmm, I think something wants me,” I teased him back. 

My dad spun me around and looked me up and down, taking in every inch of 
my seventeen year-old figure.  I may have been technically dressed but 
there wasn’t much left to the imagination.  He pulled me close to him and 
we kissed passionately as he embraced me in his arms.  God I loved it 
when he held me like this! I felt so secure in his arms, so loved and 
honored.

My pussy tingled in anticipation and right then I wanted nothing more in 
the world than to give myself completely to him.   I wanted my father to 
have me, to do with as he pleased.  I wanted so bad at this moment to 
please him and hear him tell me how good of a daughter I was to him.

“Take me daddy,” I whispered to him in a low husky voice, “You can do 
anything you want to me... anything... anything you want daddy.” 

My dad groaned with lust as he pressed his crotch into me.  I could feel 
his erection against my stomach and my thoughts were consumed with 
nothing except how much I wanted to please him.  I knew he needed to fuck 
me and more than that, I wanted him to. I could feel the warmth between 
my legs growing as my pussy became more and more aroused and wet just 
from the thought of his cock inside of it. 

“God I want to fuck you so bad right now,” he groaned. 

“Then fuck me daddy... please fuck me.  Let me make you happy.” 

“Oh yea baby, beg me for it... tell me how much you want my cock.” 

What could I say at that point? I wanted it more than anything else in 
the world.  I would’ve done anything he asked, told him anything he 
wanted to hear, just to feel him slide inside of me and penetrate me with 
his dick.  How could I even describe to him the raging lust in me that 
arose whenever I knew he wanted me?  Well, I had to try...

“Fuck me daddy, PLEASE fuck me,” I whimpered.  “I want to feel you in me, 
feel you love me, to be joined to you... Oh PLEASE daddy... PLEASE fuck 
me.  Let me please you.” 

“That’s it, tell me more how much you want me to fuck you.”

“I want to be a good girl, daddy.. I want to give myself to you... I want 
you to fuck me daddy.... PLEASE!”

“That’s my girl... and yes, you’re a good girl – a wonderful daughter.”

“Oh daddy!  Show me!”

Without another word my father almost ripped my shorts off of me, 
unzipping them so fast that the zipper almost broke and then pulling them 
roughly down to my ankles where I stepped out of them as he dropped his 
shorts and boxers revealing his incredible erection that arose from a 
thick thatch of black pubic hair. 

My father grabbed me by the waist and twisted me around so that I faced 
the counter and pushed my legs apart.  He reached between my butt cheeks 
until his fingers found my soaking wet pussy hole and shoved his middle 
finger deep into my pussy.  I gasped as his other fingers reached my clit 
and played with it as he fondled me just long enough to spread my wetness 
all over my cunt. 

I could feel the head of his cock pressing against my bare bottom and 
then he held it in one hand and directed it to my pussy hole.  Just 
before he entered me he coughed and then finally spoke. 

“I love you Kelly,” he whispered in my ear.  “I love you as I could only 
love my daughter... Now I’m going to SHOW you how much I love you.” 

His cock pressed into my pussy and at first met the resistance of my 
closed pussy lips.  He used his hand to rub the head of his cock up and 
down the slit of my cunt to wet it and make it more slippery.  Usually I 
would have sucked him first and left it all wet but today I could tell he 
wasn't in the mood for preliminaries – he obviously just wanted to fuck 
his daughter and I would never complain about him doing THAT!!

Without further warning his cock suddenly slipped through and pushed its 
way into my waiting pussy hole.  At first he buried just the thick head 
of his dick in me and held it there for a few seconds, using his hand to 
run circles with it inside my pussy. I was SO sensitive there, like I 
have am million nerve endings just at that location so I was standing 
there loving every second of it. 

“You want it deeper baby?”  

“Oh yes daddy, I want all of you in me... I want us to be together much 
as possible.  I want to be joined together with you.” 

My dad’s hands grabbed my bare hips and I felt him pull me back as he 
thrust his incestuous hard cock deeper inside of me.  He didn't stop 
until it was all the way in me and I could feel his hairy crotch as it 
pressed against my ass, the initial force almost lifting my off my feet. 

“That’s it daddy, I can feel you inside of me.  I love feeling you in me” 

That was all I could say as he started to pump his wonderful cock in and 
out of me. It was almost like being spanked the way his crotch would slam 
into my pussy creating a slapping sound as his flesh banged into mine.  
It just felt so incredible!

No matter how many guys fuck me or how often I get it, nobody gives me 
the sense of fulfillment and security that I feel when my father’s cock 
is deep inside of me.  Sure it feels physically good when other guys fuck 
me but then, almost any cock can do it for me in terms of physical 
gratification.

For me it’s all about the emotions that flood me when I feel my father’s 
dick in me and realize what it really means – that my own father loves 
and honors me so much that he is willing to join together with me in the 
most sacred and intimate way possible that a father can do for his 
daughter.

Just as I love the physical pleasure I know it is in part his male lust 
that drives him to want to fuck me but I also am positive that it can’t 
be just that or else he would be fucking every hot girl he could.  The 
main reason that I want to give myself to him because I know the primary 
reason he has sex with me is to share his love and respect for me, to 
show me that as his daughter I am special to him in a way no other girl 
can or ever will be to him.  It wasn’t like I was his lover or his wife 
or anything kinky or perverted like that.  I’ve never felt like anything 
but his daughter and I love him so much for that! 

All these thoughts were spinning through my head as he fucked me standing 
there in the kitchen.  Then without saying anything he pulled out of me 
and I felt this deep sense of loss but before I could protest he was 
steering me to the kitchen table.  Grabbing me by the waist he hoisted me 
up onto the edge so I was sitting with my legs hanging down.  I still had 
on my bikini top but I knew today was one of those days he wasn't 
interested in my boobs – it was my pussy that had his full attention.

As much as I enjoyed it when he played with my boobs, I loved it when he 
got so horny all he wanted was to just fuck me because it meant to me 
that I was sexy enough to make him feel that way. 

My dad reached under my legs and lifted them up such that his arms were 
supporting me under my knees. With my legs spread wide he had complete 
access to my wet pussy and he didn't hesitate as I held myself open for 
him and helped guide his glistening cock back inside of me again.

I looked down and watched as his cock disappeared while at the same time 
I could feel him filling me with himself.  Then it would reappear as he 
stroked it out of me, all wet now with my pussy juices.  When just the 
tip of the head was all that was left in me he would thrust it back into 
me, making me gasp as his hairy crotch pressed into me.

I used my hand to rub my clit and I glanced up at him and saw he was 
watching himself fuck me as well.  I wondered how it felt to have a cock 
attached to you and to have a girl’s cunt gripping it and squeezing it 
like mine was doing to him right then.  How did it feel to have the 
warmth and wetness of my vagina caressing him, enveloping him as only a 
girl could do to him?  I would never know but one thing I DID know, - it 
felt fantastic to have him inside of me! 

As he pumped me and I played with my clit I rubbed my boobs through the 
thin bikini top and eventually reached in through the top and cupped my 
breast in my hand.  God my nipple was so hard and sensitive!

I could feel my pussy getting hotter and wetter as my orgasm started to 
rise within me.  Sometimes when I came it was sudden and hard, like a 
truck had hit me, almost overwhelming me at times with the sudden onrush 
of pleasure.  Then there were times like this, where it built like and 
avalanche, small at first but gaining momentum as it started down the 
hill.  My pussy started to squeeze down on his cock and he looked at me 
and smiled. 

“That’s it baby, cum for me... cum for your daddy.”

I was already to the point where my vocabulary was limited to moans and 
groans so all I could do was let out a long soft moan as he pushed 
himself even deeper into my seventeen year-old cunt and help himself 
there motionless while my pussy gripped him and pulsed.

My head went back and my eyes closed as my fingers worked my clit.  
Sometimes I would reach down and feel the base of his cock as it pressed 
against me, bringing the wetness that was pouring from my pussy up to my 
clit to keep it wet and slippery.

Another moan, louder than the first, followed as my orgasm climbed to its 
peak.  I loved the feel when my body reacted this way, when nothing else 
in the world mattered except the pleasure that was pounding me from my 
toes to the tips of my hair. It was like I retreated into my own little 
world, my own sexual haven where all my cares, worries and concerns just 
melted away and all that remained was the bliss I felt from the union of 
my father and me.

I played with my clit like a fine instrument, slowing down at times and 
then speeding up at others to maintain myself on that edge where my 
orgasm was at its peak.  Too fast or too slow and it was like being on a 
mountain peak where no matter where you stepped it was downhill.  The 
trick to a good orgasm was to find that pinnacle where you could just 
keep it going and going for as long as you could physically and 
emotionally handle it.

I have no idea how long I stayed there as time seemed to lose its meaning 
but finally I just couldn't breathe anymore and I just pressed on my clit 
and held my hand still, allowing myself to slowly come down from what has 
to be the closest thing to a drug addict’s high that I could have without 
actually shooting up.  I’ve found that I’m addicted to my orgasms just as 
much as an addict is addicted to her heroin. 

I knew that even after this fucking I would masturbate before I went to 
bed tonight, it was just something I needed to do before I went to sleep 
or else I would find myself waking up in the middle of the night with 
this incredible desire for sex. 

Finally I could breathe naturally again and I looked up at my dad and 
smiled at him saying, “Mmmmmmm, that was so nice... your turn Daddy... I 
want you to cum in me.” 

“Oh yeah Kelly, I’m going to fill your hot little cunt now, fill it with 
my cum.” 

He must have been on the edge throughout my own special time because it 
wasn't more than a few strokes before he groaned and suddenly he thrust 
himself hard into me and held himself as deep into me as he could while 
his cock head exploded and I felt the first of what would be several 
streams of sperm shooting into me. 

“That’s it daddy, give it to me... give me your love.” 

I wasn't sure what was better at this point – the pure animal lust in me 
that craved his cock and the feeling of his cum inside or the way it made 
me feel to know it wasn't just some horny guy dumping his cum in me but 
it was my father instead.  It was the man who helped to create me, the 
man to whom I owed everything I had, the man I wanted to please more than 
anyone else in the entire world that was cumming in me. 

His cum filled my cunt and he held himself in me even after he came.  I 
could feel his cum seeping out of me just a bit as he involuntarily would 
pump me slightly.  He let my legs drop and took me in his strong arms as 
we hugged while remaining joined together. 

“Now THIS is what I call a Kodak moment!” 

We both looked and there was my mom standing there in the hallway with a 
camera in her hand.  Before we could react she snapped a few pictures of 
us there in the kitchen. 

“Damn, now THAT is hot.  I love seeing the two of you like this,” my mom 
said as she approached us. “My God John, you know I could watch you fuck 
our daughter all day!” 

I grinned at her and said, “Well mom, just so you know I wouldn’t mind if 
he fucked me all day!” 

My mom laughed and shook her head before she replied saying, “Sorry girl, 
he’s mine tonight.  After watching this little show I need some of that 
cock for myself!” 

My dad was caught in between the two of us, each wanting him to fuck 
them.  I imagine it had to be a nice feeling to know his wife and 
daughter both felt that way.  As much as my mom and I might tease each 
other, in reality there was no debate.  After all she was his wife and 
his first responsibility was to her needs. As much as he loved me, it was 
the love for his daughter he felt towards me.

I knew there was a special bond between my parents though that 
transcended anything he felt for anyone else.  I could see it in their 
eyes when they looked at each other over the dinner table just as much as 
when they made love.  It was a look I never saw when his eyes met mine 
and frankly I never wanted to see it – not from him at least.

Someday I hope to look in my own husband’s eyes and see it then – knowing 
he is making love to me which is something no man has ever done to me yet 
so far as I am concerned.

My dad started to move back from me but my mom waved for him to stay 
where he was. 

“Don't move yet John, I want to get a few more shots.  We really need 
more pictures of you two like this you know.  You know, someday she’ll be 
all grown up and gone!” 

It felt sort of naughty almost to pose for her, almost like some sort of 
porn magazine shoot or something as she snapped the entire role.  My dad 
positioned my leg so she could get a clear shot of his dick in me, his 
cum oozing out alongside of it.  

She was right, we hardly ever took pictures of my dad fucking me and I 
didn't have any of her and me together.  I have my memories though and 
that is what really counts.

That night I laid in bed and masturbated yet again while I listened to my 
parents making love in the bedroom next to mine.  I felt an inner peace 
and joy, secure in the knowledge that my parents loved one another more 
today than ever before - and me as well.  I was so happy at that moment 
as I once again brought myself to that mountain peak.

Really, what better family could a girl ask for?

THE END