Subject: Second Sex Party - Unemotional Sex
Story Codes: F-solo MF group exhib inc father daughter
Diary Date: June 5, 2004
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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My last sex party had turned out pretty well, especially when you
consider that it was my first one. Now that I no longer the “new girl”,
it was time to see what other opportunities awaited me. What I found was
that while casual sex with people you don't know can be physically
enjoyable, there is also something important that is missing. Any ideas?
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 – Sweet Memories
Chapter 2 – My Dad Interrupts
Chapter 3 – The Party Gets Started
Chapter 4 - Enjoying the Party
Chapter 5 – Back Home Again
Chapter 1 – Sweet Memories
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Until this summer I’d never been involved in any sort of group sexual
activity outside my family. Even that’s a little misleading since it’s
not like our family typically engages in wild orgies or anything like
that. It’s just that outside my family I’ve always had a tendency to
stick with single partners.
That all changed when my best friend Beth invited me to a private sex
party a few weeks after I got home from college for my first summer
break. Needless to say, it was a new experience for me starting right
off at the beginning. When we arrived I was informed that since it was
my first time I would be required to take part in an “initiation
ceremony”. Well, the so-called “ceremony” turned out to be nothing more
than an excuse for that night’s host to be the first guy to fuck me - and
in front of everyone else at that.
Before the party was over, I was fucked a couple more times by guys whose
names I didn't even know. I’d had sex with guys I didn’t know all that
well before but to do it with a total stranger and know NOTHING about
them was a new experience for me.
While all of this was incredibly sensual, for me the most erotic part of
the evening was having sex while being watched by strangers. My mom
liked to watch my dad fuck me and while that’s always been a turn-on for
me, doing it in front of a bunch of people I’d never met before was yet
another entirely new and different experience.
Later, after I’d had some time to reflect on what I did at the party, I
found myself questioning whether or not I wanted to do it again. Even
though I’d blown nearly every boy who dated me and even let some of them
fuck me on a first date, was having anonymous sex with multiple partners
in front of people I didn’t know crossing some sort of fuzzy moral line?
The numbers alone were enough to raise a red flag. During the entire
four years I was in high school, despite my reputation I’d only been
fucked by a total of eight guys and here in one night three of them did
me. I wouldn’t argue if someone called me a teenage slut given that I
long ago lost count of the number of cocks I have sucked. If anything,
I’m sort of proud of the title as it identifies me as someone who enjoys
having sex - primarily for my own enjoyment, but also to please others as
well. The more I thought about my actions at the party though, the more
I wondered if I wasn’t going from being a slut to becoming almost a
whore. Granted, I wasn’t paid anything, but the fact I just allowed
myself to be used by anyone who wanted me was not the same as putting out
for a cute guy on a date.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t regret for a minute going to the party
because otherwise I would’ve always wondered what it would’ve been like.
However, when Beth called me to ask if I wanted to go to a second party,
well just say I was a bit reluctant but in the end I decided to go. At
least this time I knew what to expect and besides, as much as it made me
feel a bit dirty, there were a few things I wanted to try that I hadn’t
done the first time around. I guess you could say curiosity and
horniness won out over self-image! To ease my conscious, I rationalized
that I was only doing this for the experience and not to establish a new
lifestyle.
Unlike the first party, this time there wasn't a sense of angst over what
to wear as I knew what was expected. I had quickly learned that the key
was accessibility – no sense in fooling around making it hard for the guy
to get to me. After all, it wasn't like I was going out on a date where
I was planning to tease a boy, making him work just to get a feel, and
then MAYBE put out.
In any case, it really didn’t matter what I wore as I most likely
wouldn't be wearing it for very long once things got rolling. At my
first party I wore my hair back in a simple pony tail and as things
turned out, it was a great decision. It was so much easier not having to
worry about brushing it out of my face all night while I was sucking the
guys. It also had the added benefit of making it easier for people to
watch me sucking the guy’s dick.
The evening of the party finally arrived and the closer the clocked
ticked towards the time, the more my doubts and concerns faded away as my
horniness level skyrocketed. My pussy was already so wet from dreaming
about the events to come that I decided to take a hot bath instead of my
usual shower. Shower massagers can do the trick when you’re in a hurry
but nothing beats a warm bath when you’re horny as hell with nobody else
to take care of you.
As the tub filled I laid on my back and moved up to the faucet with my
legs spread to allow the falling water to strike directly on my pussy.
The heavy stream of water cascaded off my clit and I could feel the water
running down between my pussy lips. God it felt so damn good to feel the
warm water massaging me!
Closing my eyes, I started to reminisce about the events of the first
party. As the new girl the host, Pete, had fucked me in front of
everyone to start things off. As much a shock that had been for me (Beth
hadn’t bothered telling me about that little detail when she invited me),
what really surprised me was when Beth started to suck my boobs while
Pete was ramming himself deeper into me with every stroke. My fingers
played over my wet clit and a soft moan escaped from me as I felt myself
cum, just like I had when Pete was fucking me. I let out another moan,
louder this time, as the intensity of my orgasm grew like a fire burning
and spreading through my entire body.
Chapter 2 – My Dad Interrupts
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My eyes were shut tight while I was cumming and my moans were so loud
that I didn't realize anyone else was in the room until I heard a chuckle
next to me.
“Damn Kelly, you must really be dreaming of something good! Mmmmmmm, I
just love watching my little girl masturbate. You know, from the looks
and sound of things I bet you could use the real thing about now; what do
you say?”
Naturally I was a bit surprised to be interrupted so I opened my eyes and
there standing over me was my dear old dad, stroking his hard dick just
inches from my face. He was really hard and just as horny which was just
the way I liked him to be when he looked at me this way since it was
proof that I was turning him on. In such a situation no words from me
were necessary. Face it, it wasn't like I didn't know what he wanted!
Well, if that’s what he wanted then as his daughter who was I to say no?
I believe that a good daughter is always willing to submit to her father
for his pleasure and I liked to think of myself as a VERY good daughter!
It wasn’t any sex-slave thing or anything else perverted like that, it
was just the proper thing for me to do as his daughter.
I turned my head so he could more easily guide his swollen hot cock into
my open mouth. The water was still playing on my pussy, keeping the last
vestiges of my orgasm going as I started to suck my dad’s incestuous
cock. His hands held my head still as he began fucking my mouth, slowly
working his wonderful cock in and out as my warm lips slid over his
smooth shaft.
“That’s it Kelly, suck my cock,” he groaned when he pushed it all the way
in my mouth. “Oh yeah... just like that you little cocksucking slut...
Mmmmmmm, you suck your daddy’s hard dick so damn good.”
My eyes looked up at him and I smiled. Well, I smiled as best I could
with a mouthful of dick. It always makes me feel good when my dad gets
turned on enough to talk to me that way. His lust-filled eyes met mine
and a big smile appeared on his face.
“Don’t you DARE tell her I said this now, but you suck cock even better
than your mom.”
Now THAT was quite a compliment, even more so than you might think. My
mom had taught me a lot about sucking a guy’s cock back when I first got
started and I guess like anything else, with enough practice you start to
get the hang of it. Even so I’d seen my mom in action with my dad and
she was incredible! To even be compared to her, let alone be told I was
better than her, was one of the highest compliments my dad could pay me!
“God... don’t stop now,” my dad groaned, his head back, “Christ... I’m
goin’ to give you an appetizer before your party tonight! ”
Try as I might, there was no way I could answer while his cock was
gliding in and out of my mouth so I let my tongue do the “talking” , it
twirling it around his cock while he continued to fuck my mouth. Our
eyes were fixed on one another as he slid rapidly in and out of my mouth.
It seemed with each passing minute that his groans were getting louder -
obviously he was loving the blowjob I was giving him.
“Oh yeah girl... suck me Kelly, that’s it... suck me harder,” he
commanded in a forceful tone.
As usual, the closer he got to cumming the more he went on and on about
how much he loved me to suck him off. It was the last in the standard
sequence of phases he usually went through as we had sex. Typically he
would start out as the protective but proud daddy, almost treating me
like a child. As we got started, he would then treat me almost like I
was just an anonymous slut, someone to talk dirty to and act out his
fantasies about being with a young girl.
Finally, usually just before he came, he was the proud father again but
this time in a more lustful manner, often proclaiming how much he loved
having sex with his daughter and what it meant to him. Somehow or
another, I think by ending that way it helped us to maintain the proper
father-daughter relationship which was also important to me to maintain.
Despite what some people assume, I have absolutely no desire to be his
whore or lover. All I aspired to be was nothing more than his loving
daughter, one who would do anything to please her father – and I mean
anything.
I was recently asked if I would really do anything my dad asked me. At
the time, we were discussing anal sex so I assumed the person was leading
up to whether I would do anal if my dad asked me to. My answer was yes,
yes I would do anything he asked me. The key is that he is not just some
horny boyfriend who might just ask me something like that. The truth of
the matter is that he’s my dad and as such I trust him explicitly. I
know that I can yield to him and be totally submissive to his will
because he would never ask me to do anything I really didn’t like, such
as anal sex.
“Oh God I want to cum in my daughter’s mouth,” he said as his voice got
hoarser and more forced. Yep, phase three was in full swing! “Shit, I
want my little girl to swallow her daddy’s cum... show me what a little
cum-sucking daughter you are... show me how much you love sucking your
daddy’s cock.”
He movements were getting faster and his groans louder so I knew he would
soon be giving me my hard-earned reward. Sure enough, suddenly I felt
his cock swelling just slightly and at the same time, he pressed himself
even deeper into my mouth until his cock was partially down my throat.
With his musky crotch pressed tightly to my face, my nose was covered by
the thick pubic hair that was also tickling my cheeks.
“Oh my God Kelly, here it cums,” he gasped, “Oh fuck! I’m gonna fill your
mouth.”
His cock jerked in my mouth and I felt a warm stream of cum splash
against the back of my throat. Fortunately, being forewarned I’d just
enough time to pull back enough to where it didn't shoot directly down my
throat or I would have surely gagged, no matter HOW prepared I was for
it.
My father’s hands pulled my head tightly into him making his cock press
deep once again as he sprayed his loads of warm cum in my rapidly filling
mouth, again and again. With my mouth full of his cock, it rapidly filled
with his cum and despite my best effort, some of it leaked out and I
could feel it dripping down my chin. Finally he just pushed in deeper
and shuddered as if he was outside in the dead of winter as the last
burst came into my mouth. His arsenal exhausted, he pulled his cock out
of my mouth and lifted my chin up to face him.
“Sweet Jesus, you have such a talented mouth,” he complimented me, “Damn,
what more could any father ask of his daughter than to get a blowjob like
that one! You’re incredible.”
I looked up at him, holding my mouth open and sticking my tongue out so
he could see his cum on it along with the rest of what was now dripping
off my chin onto my chest. He let out a deep sigh and smiled at me with
that fatherly look I so adored.
“Shit, I love that look on you Kelly. I gotta say, nothing beats seeing
your daughter smiling with her daddy’s cum fresh in her mouth.”
I closed my mouth and swallowed a couple of times to clear my mouth of
his cum. Using my finger, I tried to clean off the cum on my chin and
chest, licking it off my finger after scooping it up. As I did, he
started to move towards the bathroom door where he stopped and turned
back to face me.
“Well, you have yourself a good time tonight. Remember, I want to hear
all about it when you get home. ALL the details.”
I hadn’t said a word yet so I just smiled sweetly as he walked out. He
wasn't kidding about wanting to hear about it when I got back. Both of
my parents seemed to be reliving their teen years vicariously through me.
My dad, as you might guess, was usually jerking off as soon as I got
started and more often than not I never got to finish my account of the
evening (I am sure you can guess why).
On the other hand, as usual my mom typically displayed more self- control
than her horny husband and usually managed to listen quietly while I told
her about my date. Even so, there were more than a few times I caught
her subconsciously rubbing herself before I was done.
When I came up with the idea to take a bath, my intentions were to
masturbate a while and hopefully relieve some of the tension that had
been building up in me all day. Instead, now that I was finished I found
myself even hornier than ever thanks to my dad’s little intervention. It
seemed that all I could think about was how many more cocks would be
cumming in my mouth before the night was over!
After I dried off and fixed my makeup, I got dressed and with no time to
spare as it turned out. Just as I was going down the stairs I heard Beth
honking so I quickly went to the kitchen where both of my parents were
sitting and to give each a kiss goodbye.
My dad couldn’t resist a quick squeeze on my ass under my skirt and then
his hand moved between my legs and explored between my bare pussy lips as
he kissed me long and hard. Finally, he leaned back, looked at my
nipples that were already poking through the thin blouse I was wearing,
and grinned like a mischievous teenage schoolboy.
“Hey girl, aren’t you missing something under that outfit?”
I pretended to be shocked at his comment and protested, “Daddy! You know
perfectly well I never wear them! I don’t even wear panties to church so
why would I wear them tonight?”
I felt his finger press against me and work its way just inside of my
pussy. I couldn't help but squirm a bit and my mom looked over the table
to see what was going on.
“Oh John, leave the poor girl alone for crying out loud. You don’t want
her to be late, do you.”
My dad pushed it even further into me, as if daring my mom to stop him.
“OK, so maybe that was bad wording on my part,” my mom said to him,
shaking her head in mock disbelief. She got up and moved over next to
me. She reached under my skirt and pulled his hand out and then sucked
on the finger that was wet from my pussy juices. She reached out to my
dad’s crotch and started to rub his obvious hard-on through his pants.
“Why don’t we say goodbye to Kelly and let her go have her fun while we
have some fun of our own?” she asked seductively.
My dad grinned and started to unzip his pants. Suddenly it was if I
wasn't even there so I just rolled my eyes and headed to the door. My
last view as I closed it behind me was my mom sucking my dad’s cock.
Well, I hoped they would have a good time while I was gone!
Chapter 3 – The Party Gets Started
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I ran down the sidewalk get to Beth’s car. I tried to open the door but
she had it locked still so I pounded on the window and she stuck her
tongue out at me but at the same time hit the button and unlocked it for
me. I got in the front seat and Beth drove off.
“So what was THAT all about?” I asked, the first thing to come to my
mind.
Beth explained it was her parent’s new car and she still hadn’t figured
out the automatic door locks. We both laughed and then she gave me the
once-over.
“Well Kelly, are you ready more this time than you were the last time I
picked you up for one of these?”
I gave her a wicked grin and replied, “You better believe it girl.
Tonight I plan to REALLY have a good time.”
Beth cocked her head and grinned back saying, “Well, you seemed to have a
pretty good time at the last one so I can only imagine what’s up your
sleeve this time!”
We both laughed again and it wasn't long before we arrived at the house
where the party was being held this time. It was in a completely
different part of town than the last one so I imagined there would be a
different host. I guess that meant if there was a new girl this time
that I wouldn't be seeing the guy who did me for my initiation in action.
Nobody answered the door right away so we just walked in. Once inside,
there was no doubt we were in the right place judging from the people who
were already there. I recognized only a couple of people from the last
party; almost everyone else was new which was fine with me. After all,
that was the whole point of all of this, to have the thrill of being
fucked by someone you didn’t know, someone who you probably wouldn't even
know their name when the night was over. Someone just to enjoy for the
evening and then never have to worry about again.
While the best part of a party like this was the anonymity, the worst
part was also the anonymity. It’s hard to get very emotional when a guy
fucks you with all the passion and concern he would give a plastic sex
doll. I often say I enjoy casual sex as having sex for the sake of sex
is fun. This was going too far in that it was 100% sex for the sake of
sex whereas most casual sex I have been involved in included SOME
emotional element – a husband cheating on his wife, a new guy trying to
get in my pants, public daring, and so on.
Here I had no feelings whatsoever for the guy doing me, it was just me
getting laid in some manner I had never been before which was all I got
from it. Granted, that wasn't ALL bad – not by any means. After all, if
I hadn’t gone to the last one I would never have been fucked by a
stranger in front of eighteen other people!
As I said, this time I wasn't the new girl so there were no surprises
like being told I had to undergo an initiation. Fortunately there WAS
another girl who was there for the first time. Her friend that had
brought her introduced her and I watched closely as she whispered
something in the new girl’s ear. Knowing how I’d felt when Beth broke
the news to me about having to be initiated, I knew exactly what was
going through her mind when her jaw dropped and her eyes grew like small
saucers. A look of panic came over her and for a moment I was sure she
was going to bolt – like a real-life version of a runaway bride.
Her friend and the host tried to calm her down and gradually she stopped
shaking. Apparently she had never been fucked in front anyone before,
let alone a crowded room of strangers. At least I’d been watched by
other people before so it hadn’t been quite as big a shock to me as it
seemed to be for her.
I had to say, though, that she showed spirit along with a positive
attitude so once the idea grew on her, in the end she took to it like she
had done it all her life. Once things got started it was if she forgot
all about her audience and fucked him so hard I was soaking wet by the
end of it watching her obvious enjoyment of it all. In fact, if she
didn't have a huge orgasm in the middle of it all she was a better faker
than me!
As she was wiping his cum from her face (unlike me she obviously didn't
mind letting a guy spray it all over her), it was time for the party to
get started.
Chapter 4 - Enjoying the Party
==============================
Lo and behold it wasn't even two seconds until the guy next to me was
putting his hands up my skirt and groping my boob! Nothing like getting
right to the point! He’d come in during the middle of the initiation
“ceremony” and I was too focused on what was happening in front of me to
take much notice of him when he sat down next to me.
I turned to look at him and saw a good looking guy probably about thirty
or so. He appeared to be in great shape and obviously worked out but
without getting that muscle- bound look that some guys seemed to think
made them look sexy (not!). His head was shaven and I suspected it was
due more to pre-mature balding than fashion judging from the hint of a
receding hairline. The thing that captivated me wasn't the muscles in
his arms or the solid jaw though; it was his eyes that mesmerized me.
They were bright blue, almost like neon lights, and I swore there was a
twinkle there that helped to soften the rather clumsy fondling moves he
was making.
Actually, I was a little surprised as at his age I would have thought
he’d been a little more “experienced” in his moves. Although young guys
are fun given their quick recovery and enthusiasm, I’ve always been drawn
to older guys. Maybe it because I am so much younger than they are, or
maybe I remind them of their daughter or niece; whatever it is they treat
me with more respect and seem to be more concerned about meeting my
needs. Young guys just want to fuck and it’s like they pick me only
because I just happen to be available to satisfy their needs. Older guys
can be just as horny, especially the married ones with bitchy wives, yet
they somehow manage to control it better. THIS guy was more like an
eighteen year-old than someone twice that age so it made me wonder what
his story was.
My thoughts about his background were interrupted when his hand reached
down under my skirt and I felt his fingers caressing my bare pussy. He
grinned like a kid opening his birthday presents when he realized I
wasn't wearing any panties.
“My, aren’t we the naughty little girl,” he said with a hint of a smirk.
“Who’s the naughty one? I’m not the one with my hand under a girl’s
skirt,” I teased him back.
He laughed at my retort and started to work his fingers between my pussy
lips. It wasn't difficult as I was already pretty wet after watching the
initiation ceremony.
“Hmmmmmm, I take it you were getting turned on watching their little
show?” he asked playfully.
“Judging from that bulge in your pants, I don’t think I was the only
one!” I replied and then suddenly I gasped as he shoved his finger deep
inside of me. “Now THAT feels good!”
“I bet you’re quite the tease with the boys,” he said as he began to
stroke his finger in and out of me like a small cock.
I moaned softly as he took his wet finger and pulled it out of me to play
with my clit, running small circles around it and pressing lightly on it,
almost just teasing it with his soft touch. Then he pulled his hand away
from me and unzipped his jeans. He pulled his pants and underwear down
and took them off along with his shoes and socks leaving him wearing just
a light blue striped dress shirt on. The shirt tails were long enough to
cover his crotch and he pulled them aside to reveal his hard dick. It
was about average in my opinion, nothing to write home about but adequate
to get the job done just fine. What was best was that he was nice and
hard. He didn't have the kind of dick that pointed upward when it was
erect but rather stuck out parallel to the floor from his crotch.
“OK, time for you to quit teasing and suck my cock,” he said in a matter-
of-fact tone, like he was just announcing dinner time or something.
What could I say? The whole reason I was there in the first place was to
do just that – suck cock and get fucked. He knew it as well as I did so
could I really blame him for just assuming he could demand it and I would
comply? In a way it was sort of refreshing not to have to play the
little games you go through on a first date and get right down to what
you both know you want. Usually I have to be the aggressor as most guys
are too shy on the first date to go for it. My philosophy is why waste a
perfectly good night out just to set the stage for the next time?
I stood up and quickly stripped off my clothes, laying them on the back
of the couch in hopes they wouldn’t be disturbed. Standing there naked
in front of him, he spread his knees apart and I knelt down between them,
placing my hands on each knee to steady myself.
Once on the floor I reached out and took his cock in my hand. It felt
warm and smooth to the touch, really no different than most any other.
Every cock LOOKS a little different but in the end, they all are similar
in terms of taste and feel. Some guys have distinctive shapes ,
especially when they’re hard, and a few are identifiable by their odor
but I think that has more to do with their selection of bath products
than anything else.
Before I went any further I took a quick look around. Beth was nowhere
to be seen, most likely off having fun of her own. One couple was at the
other side of the room sitting together on an overstuffed arm chair
making out like two teenagers in the back seat of his parent’s car.
Remarkably, they were still dressed and seemed to be happy just groping
each other for now.
At first it might seem like one for the shrinks but if you think about
it, it makes perfect sense. If they HAD been teenagers and having sex is
taboo and hidden, he would have been trying to strip her down poke her as
fast as possible whereas in a situation like this, where anything was
allowed and neither party was about to say “no”, it was more controlled
and enjoyable for everyone. I’ve always contended that if sex was
treated more openly and in a mature manner that many of the “problems”
with sex offenders and teen pregnancies would disappear at the same time.
Other than them, the room was empty except for a single girl who had made
herself comfortable on the love seat across from us. She hadn’t moved
from there since the party started except to strip off her clothes and
now she was leaned back against the side with her feet up on the
cushions, playing gently with herself as she watched us and the other
couple. I hadn’t seen her at the previous party, or at least I didn't
remember her, but she didn't have to be “initiated” so she must have been
here before.
I wondered if she was just a “lurker:, watching others while not actually
participating, or what. Perhaps “peeping tom” would be a better
description except she made no effort to disguise her interest in us. It
wasn't like I minded her watching; if anything I was curious what her
plans were and if maybe she would join in later after getting herself
off. Technically you were suppose to actively participate but I suppose
exceptions were made, especially for hot looking girls.
My attention returned to the thick cock I was holding in my hand, my
fingers wrapped around it gripping it tightly but not hard enough to hurt
him. He was watching my every move and clearly growing impatient with
me.
“Well, you gonna blow me or what?” he asked with a bit of frustration
mixed in his tone.
No sense in answering that directly when I could just let my mouth show
him so I lowered my head to his crotch and slowly, deliberately, took him
inch by inch into my mouth. He wasn’t all that long and so I was able to
relatively easily take all him in until my lips met the base of his cock
and my nose was pressed into his hairy groin.
“Hot damn, now THAT’S what I’m talking about!” he gasped as I twisted my
head around his dick, letting my tongue work around the base of his cock
as I did.
Just as slowly as I had descended on him, I raised my head back up again
until his dick slipped from my lips and stood erect, quivering and
shining with my spit.
“Want more?” I teased him.
“Don’t stop now dammit!” he said, sounding as exasperated as I felt
naughty to tease him in this way.
It made me feel good to have a guy begging for more of my mouth, wanting
nothing more at that moment than to feel my lips and tongue caressing his
dick, driving sensation through him that left him needing more and more.
I must have sucked on him a good ten minutes or more and I was actually a
bit impressed by his control. Most guys would have cum in the first five
minutes and it was a rarity for anyone to last more than ten, at last the
first time. It made me start to wonder if he had masturbated or fucked
someone before the party. All in all, it was probably for the best as
somehow I had a suspicion he was probably only good for one big load
before having to rest and recover. It was just a feeling I had, no hard
evidence but I was usually correct in my assessments when it came to the
staying power of a man.
Well, if he was only going to be a one-shot wonder then I’d better plans
for where the event would occur so I got up off of my knees and placed on
leg up on the couch beside him, leaving myself standing on the other.
The result was he was positioned under me like a missile ready for
takeoff except in this case the target was just inches above it – my
pussy.
I was wet enough by now that I wasn't worried about taking him in.
Reaching between my legs, I held the tip of his cock with my fingertips
and guided it to where my pussy was impatiently waiting for him. Feeling
his cock head pressing against me, I dropped down at him just as his dick
moved into position.
My pussy tried valiantly to resist him, which always seemed to be a bit
counterintuitive to me. All I wanted at this moment was to feel his dick
inside of me yet the same pussy that craved it always seemed to want to
play hard-to- get. In a way I was proud of my pussy for being so tight,
despite the number of guys who had violated it, but yet at the same time
it didn't have to be TOO tight! In this case with my full weight on him
my pussy was clearly overmatched and relented quickly, allowing his head
to penetrate and disappear inside of me.
“Damn your cunt’s tight!” he hissed at me, groaning as his cock recovered
from the strain of pressing itself into me, “How does a fucking slut like
you still have such a tight cunt?”
Once his head was in me the rest of his cock slid in easily after it so I
waited to answer until my ass was planted on his lap and his cock was now
completely absorbed within me.
“Do you know what’s going to happen if you keep calling me a ‘fucking
slut’ and my pussy a ‘cunt’?” I asked him, acting as if I was irritated.
He just looked me in the eyes and grinned, not fooled a bit by my
supposed protest.
“Oh? And just what would that be, little miss princess?” he teased me
back.
I couldn't keep a straight face at that point so I broke out laughing and
slapped him playfully.
“Well, I guess I’ll just have to fuck you like one then,” I answered,
giving him my naughtiest expression.
We fucked like that for a while and then eventually he moved me into a
doggy position with my feet on the floor, bending over on the chair, and
then again I rode him except this time with both feet on the floor,
facing away from him.
It was interesting at that point as I could see the others in the room.
The one couple had finally gotten past third base and a were fucking like
I knew they eventually would. Nothing wild or actually even very
interesting there, just typical missionary style on the floor. Our lone
“lurker” was still watching, playing with her pussy almost
absentmindedly. From what I could tell, she hadn’t gotten herself off,
at least not yet, as seemed content just to watch me and the other guy
fuck. No sign of any interest in her part in joining in either. Oh
well, her loss.
In the meantime my guy, who was making a remarkable display of stamina
that extended WAY beyond the average, finally reached the point where he
was ready to cum. With both hands, he pushed my ass upward and off his
dick so violently it almost sent me sprawling forward.
“Get on your knees – hurry!” he gasped, stroking his cock quickly.
Based on the urgency in his voice, there wasn't any time to argue, so I
complied with his demands and kneeled down in front of him. Personally,
I’d hoped he would cum in my pussy but better to get it in my mouth than
none at all, which is what would have happened if I’d led a protest. In
addition, I prefer to be the one getting him with my mouth or hand and
not just sit back on my knees and watch him stroke himself until he cums.
Apparently this guy had been watching too many porn movies and now he
wanted to act out his masturbation fantasies with me as he pushed my hand
away from his dick and proceeded to finish himself off while I watch.
“Open your mouth,” he said urgently, “Stick out your tongue.”
It was like a scene right out of one of my dad’s stupid porn movies but
what could I do? I watched him take another stroke and then his hips
thrust forward and I saw the first ribbon of cum stream from the end of
his cock. Do I even need to say that it missed my mouth by a mile? Only
six inches away and my mouth spread wide open, how can you miss? It hit
me in the forehead instead, and left a track down over the brow of my
nose, just missing my eye and onto my cheek.
The next shot was just as much off the mark but this time hit the side of
my face and then moved to my chin and a little to my neck and chest.
With the two biggest blasts out of the way, he held hid cock so the head
was resting on my outstretched tongue and fired away his next couple of
shots, forcing it back along my tongue until it dripped down into my
throat and forming a pool on my tongue. I had to quickly swallow a
little or else I would’ve gagged, giving him an excuse to let the rest of
it loose on my cheek and chin.
“Oh yeah,” was all he could say, wheezing and gasping for air.
I grabbed his cock from him and used it like a squeegee to scrape
whatever cum I could from my face into my mouth. Then I spit his cum
back out so it draped over his cock like creamy sauce on a hotdog.
Leaning forward, I took him back in my mouth and used my lips to pull it
all back into my mouth again before sucking on just the head like a
popsicle.
“Damn, that feels fuckin’ incredible,” he groaned, his sensitive cock
twitching as I sucked on it.
I didn't actually have much in my mouth, just my lips doing the work,
which allowed me to swallow the cum remaining in my mouth. I let him
loose and looked up, opening my mouth wide to show him I had swallowed
it, like a child proving to her mommy that she had taken her medicine.
With that, I just winked at him and turned to walk away. The girl that
had been watching was getting herself off now, she must have been waiting
for him to cum on me before she did. It wasn't like I had never seen a
girl masturbating herself to an orgasm before so I left the room to find
the bathroom so I could clean myself off.
I’d been told earlier that the bathroom was at the end of the hall so I
went to the closed door and knocked, expecting it to be occupied – for
one reason or another. Surprisingly, it was empty and I looked at myself
in the mirror and groaned. The bastard had sprayed me even more than ‘d
realized – getting it into my hair even which really upset me. Cum is a
pain to get out of your hair, especially if you let it dry, so I found a
comb and tried my best to get it out while it was still fresh. I’ve
mentioned this before and so someone once wrote me an e-mail to say that
the best thing to get cum out of your hair was piss. Well, don’t hold
your breath waiting for me to try THAT piece of advice!
Most of it came out and I found a clean washcloth to wipe the rest of it
off my face and body. Undoubtedly I’d missed some – always seemed to
happen no matter how hard you looked for it. More than few times my mom
or dad would roll their eyes when I came home from a date and when I
asked what the story was they would point to a few (or more) drops of cum
on my dress or whatever. Oh well, at least they knew I had a good time!
Finished with all that, I wandered around to see what else was happening.
If there was one thing I knew, tonight I was looking for something
special, something to remember the night by. I’ll always remember my
first party for the initiation, even though I was fucked better later in
the party. What would be my memory from tonight? Certainly, or at least
I hoped, not the first guy. Nothing much different or unusual about him
fucking me. Sure we were watched by that girl but that wasn't all that
different from when my mom watched me and my dad going at it.
From what I could see, at any one time there were three to four couples
fucking with the rest socializing or taking in the shows – or both. For
the most part, there was always something different to watch as different
people would pair up and try different pieces of furniture in different
combinations and positions. A few threesomes, and at one point even a
foursome, got together but for the most part it was one-to-one tonight.
As for me, I really wasn’t interested in having multiple guys at one
time, and this just wasn’t the place where I wanted to be with a girl.
You see for me, sex with a girl is much more intimate and personal than
being with a guy. Face it, with most guys I just want to be fucked and
enjoy the ride! Usually I enjoy giving just as much as I receiving
although I admit to being a bit on the selfish side many times.
Ever since my first time back when I was just fourteen, I’ve loved sex
and I suppose it comes as no surprise that guys are generally more than
willing to take care of my physical needs. Even wanting sex with my own
dad is as much a physical craving as anything although with him, I also
get the enjoyment of pleasing my dad and letting him satisfy his lust
with me. If I am being honest with myself though, I have to admit
feeling a hunger for him that is more than just daughterly love,
especially if I’m horny
Girls, however, are an entirely different story. You need to keep in
mind that my first experience with a woman was a little different than
for most girls, to say the least. The first girl to lick my pussy, and
vice versa, was my mom with her sister being the second not long
afterwards. I don’t know of anyone else (at least, anyone I believe) who
can say that their first lesbian experience was with their mom and aunt!
For the next two years they were the only women I was with in sexual
terms. In high school, I was at a lot of parties and sleepovers where we
played around, sometime with a little Truth or Dare to spice things up.
It wasn't like we were serious about it and other than a few innocent
kisses and mutual masturbation experiences, it was strictly boys for me
outside of my family.
I wasn't until I went to college and met my freshman dorm roomie Brenda
that I did anything that could be called a deliberate sexual act with
another girl. At least, that’s the way I explain it to most people to
avoid the inevitable issues that would arise should I admit who was
really my first girl. In any case, Brenda WAS the first girl I was with
that was under thirty!
As a rule, my female sexual experiences have always been more emotionally
fulfilling, much more tender and loving, than those with the guys. My
mom has never been into anything wild or fast with me, preferring instead
to simply caress and love me as an intimate lover would. My aunt was
much the same way. Even Brenda was usually more into cuddling than
anything else; although there were a few times that got out of hand, such
as when we were both would be in a more horny mood and shared my double
dildo (a high school graduation gift from my dad).
I was daydreaming about all this as I watched a young couple fucking on
the floor smack in the middle of the living room. At the time I was
sitting on the couch, still naked, and was just lightly touching myself
as I watched intently. I couldn't help but jump a little when an unseen
hand started running its fingers through my hair. When I turned around
my eyes focused on a guy standing behind the couch, reaching down to my
head.
I was a bit surprised to see that he was black, not extremely dark but
definitely African-American. Until now, I’d never been with a black guy
before, at least not sexually. It’s not that I have any racial issues or
had avoided it; but more because the opportunity had never presented
itself. Although the couch hid him from the waist down, from what I
could see my guess was that he was nude, or at least not wearing much of
anything.
It was an enjoyable sensation as I LOVE my hair being played with -
almost more than anything else even during foreplay. My only wish is
that guys could understand that they can make me horny as hell and
willing to do about anything if they would just take some time to simply
play with my hair. God, there have been times I have cum just from that
alone! It certainly didn't hurt that I was also watching a hot couple
fucking on the floor in front of me at the same time!
He slowly worked his hands over my face and neck, then gently working his
way down until he was toying with my bare breasts where my nipples were
still rock hard. Then I heard him whispering in my ear, “So... do you
like watching him screw her?”
Playing along, I let out a soft moan and replied, “Mmmmmmm, they are
really a hot couple don’t you think? God, just look at how he moves his
hard cock around inside of her – I just love it when a man does me like
that!”
“Well, if you like it so much, why don’t you lay down next to her and let
me do the same to you.”
One thing people can say about me, I usually don’t need to be asked twice
to have sex! With a parting glance at my potential partner, I got down
on the floor and laid next to her, so close I could feel her warm soft
body against mine. As her man pumped himself in and out of her, I could
feel her moving along side of me, rubbing up against me. My guy walked
slowly around from the back of the couch and stood over me. His dark
cock was hanging down and at the moment was the most tempting thing I
could possibly imagine.
Having never sucked a black dick before, I must admit I’m guilty of the
stereotypical concepts of the supposed size and thickness of a black
dick. It seemed every black guy in any of the porn movies my dad watched
was always a foot long! Then again, most of the white guys were too but
it seemed the blacks were especially long. This guy’s was still
relatively flaccid, his dick hanging down loosely from one of the
thickest nest of pubic hair I had ever seen on a guy. Other than the
skin pigment, it was just a cock to be honest. Same head, same balls,
same shaft as any other cock I had ever been acquainted with. Still,
there was something about sucking a black cock for the first time that
made me tingle with anticipation.
After looking down at me for a few seconds, he knelt next to my head and
let his dick just dangle right next to my mouth, offering it to me
without actually giving it to me. Not one to ever turn the offer of a
dick to be sucked, I dutifully turned my head and started to lick the
head lightly with my tongue. Encouraged by my response, he moved up
closer until I was able to take him further in my mouth. Mmmmmmm, my
first black cock! In a way I was almost disappointed; after all the
buildup and anticipation it felt and tasted like any other cock – warm
and good. Not that it was a BAD thing – oh no, not at all!
As I mentioned, his black pubic hair was not even trimmed and was thick
and curly, more like a brush for my dog than one of mine. As I started
sucking him he leaned forward to allow more and more of him into my mouth
until finally I had him all, my face buried in that wonderful bush of
curly black pubic hair. At first it was relatively easy to take him all
in as he was pretty soft and short. It didn't take long before I could
feel him stiffening as I worked on him.
Feeling a guy’s dick hardening in my mouth is one of my favorite parts of
any blowjob. I LOVE knowing that it is me that is causing it to do that,
that it is me that was making him so horny that his dick extends like a
male animal on heat. As I sucked him he had one hand playing with one of
my boobs while at the same time the other was fondling the ass of the
girl next to me, feeling it bounce with each pump of his cock in her.
She was very small compared to me, and I’m not that big, so her tight
little ass could be held in his hand like a sexy melon.
We went on this way for a while as he did most of the work. My head was
resting back on the floor while he raised and lowered his cock in and out
of my mouth. Finally pulled himself out for the last time, his hand
stroking himself to keep him hard.
“Ok girl, time to put this bad boy to good use now that you’ve gotten him
ready.”
I looked up at him licking my lips. All I had to do was lay there and I
was sure he would have taken matters into his own hand, so what was the
point in saying anything further? Well, that just seemed too impersonal,
even for this type of party, so I looked up at him with a nasty grin on
my face and what I hoped was a sexy look.
“Oh yeah, I want you to fuck me. Fuck me with that nice big black cock
of yours.”
OK, so it wasn't an original line but at least I’d contributed something
to the situation. After all, what guy doesn’t like to hear a girl ask
him to fuck her? Well, none that I’ve ever experienced!
He moved around until he was between my spread legs. His hands each
grabbed one of my ankles and raised my legs up until my feet were resting
on his shoulders while he moved in closer to my ass. Finally I felt the
touch of his cock as it moved closer to my pussy, and I was surprised
when he didn't just ram it in me the way most guys would have until the
same circumstances. By the time your average horny guy got the point
where his erect cock was poised outside my wet pussy, it usually wasn't
long before I was being fucked!
Rather than immediately trying to screw me, instead the guy rubbed
himself up and down and all over my wet pussy and hard clit. He stroked
himself back and forth except that instead of fucking me, he just rubbed
himself on the outside of my pussy and played with me. Another time and
place, this act of chivalry may have been cute and even a bit arousing,
but not today. Nope, today I wanted to be fucked, without all the
foreplay and crap that usually preceded it!
Finally, my patience reached its limit and so I reached down and grabbed
it, directing it to my waiting pussy hole. Now if THAT didn't tell him
what my expectations were, then he was a lost cause! Thankfully, that
wasn't the case and once I had him lined up he pressed forward firmly
until his cock head disappeared inside of me. I looked down my stomach
and watched as his dark cock disappeared into my comparatively pale pussy
in inch by inch until finally all I could see was a thick bush of black
pubic hair covering my crotch.
I could feel his coarse hair tickling me slightly as at the same time
there was this wonderful sensation inside of me as his cock filled my
pussy. Once buried inside of me, he lifted my legs even higher which
brought my ass up off the floor. This allowed him to press up even
tighter against my ass, driving himself even deep into me until he ran
out of cock and thus was a far inside of me as he physically could be.
Do I really have to say that I love being fucked? God, it felt
incredible as my pussy swelled up as if it was trying to grab him and
prevent him from escaping. I don't think there will ever come a day I
don't just love the feel of a dick inside of me.
After just holding himself still in me for a bit, he slowly pulled out of
me until just the very tip of his cock head was still between my pussy
lips, just enough to be legally fucking me. Then with a sudden lunge, he
rammed himself forcibly back into me and then just as quickly withdrew
again. He repeated this several times, banging himself fully in and out
of until he eventually he stopped with himself back deep in me again.
OMG, did this feel incredible or what?! There are times I think
seriously that I could be fucked all day and not ever get tired of it.
“Leave it in me,” I whispered in a hoarse voice as I played furiously
with my clit, “Don’t move... I’m going to cum!”
Indeed I was. Despite his best efforts, it was impossible for him to
stay completely still in me as his cock would twitch and pulse inside of
me. Even the slightest movement was about to set me off as I felt the
fire beginning to rage between my legs, spreading throughout my entire
body like an oil spill on a lake that had been set ablaze.
“Oh God... I’m cumming!” I cried out, the loudest I’d said anything so
far.
In the background I could vaguely hear some whistles and comments but I
was soon too consumed by my orgasm to hear anything, or care if I did.
There is no greater feeling in the world than to experience an orgasm.
Even the least intense orgasm beats whatever comes in second and when you
get one as intense as the one I could tell was rising in me, there WAS no
second place.
My hips convulsed as I thrust my pussy up tight to him but he had me
pinned down such that I could hardly move. Despite my early orders, he
couldn't hold still in me anymore and started to pump himself in and out
of me like a relentless oil well drilling for oil deep inside of me.
Talk about being “drilled”!!!
Now that I was cumming, his fucking of me just added to the intensity of
the storm that was raging within me. How long this went on for, I have
no idea. Time stands still at moments like this, it is like I am in
another world, another dimension. My eyes were clamped tightly shut and
even if I had opened them I was sure I wouldn’t see anything. I couldn’t
hear anything other than my own moans and cries as the rest of the world
ceased to exist and all I could think about, all I cared about, all I
wanted was the cock inside of me to cum and take me even a notch higher
than where I was.
“FUCK ME!” I cried out as I humped myself under him the best I could,
“FUCK ME HARDER!”
He was pounding me now, literally driving me across the carpet with each
thrust of his hips that served to drive him deeper into me, impossible as
it may have seemed. Each time his groin slammed against my crotch, I let
out a loud gasp as the air was driven from me.
Then it happened, the only thing that could have stimulated me even more
than I was. A hot flash erupted inside of me and I felt him hold himself
tightly against me as his first load of cum shot out of his cock to be
released deep inside of me.
My orgasm, which was just starting to wane, suddenly shot off the charts
as one after another, he unloaded his balls into me. For a brief moment,
much as it later embarrassed me to recall, I felt like some southern
wench in a romance novel being fucked by the big black slave stud,
cumming hard as the forbidden seed was exploding from his lustful cock
deep inside my virgin womb.
For a moment I thought I might pass out and indeed, maybe I did for a
short period as it seemed like suddenly I was back in the world and he
was holding himself above me, panting from the exhaustion of fucking me
like I hadn’t been fucked before.
He was still in me and I could feel him pulsing hard in me, his heartbeat
strong and fast. Now and then he would suddenly thrust himself into me,
like a fish in its final throes before conceding defeat. I couldn't
speak or even make a sound at this point as my sense were still in
overload from the tremendous orgasm that he had unleashed in me.
Just then the guy next to me pulled out of the girl. With effort I
turned my head to watch as he stripped off his condom (thank god my guy
didn't wear one!) with one pull and then a stream of cum came squirting
from his cock. Damn could he shoot his cum! He left a trail that led
from her pussy all the way to her forehead. A bit of it even fell on her
open mouth which she quickly slurped up and swallowed. Somehow I found
the strength to reach over and run my finger over some of it, then
putting my finger in my mouth to taste him. Mmmmmmm, an excellent
vintage!
Apparently, my guy was just as interested in her as I was – and even more
as it turned out. He pulled out of me and joined the guy next to us,
putting his cock into the little girl’s mouth to let her suck off the
remains of his cum and my pussy juices. She eagerly sucked his now
softening cock, cleaning it off skillfully. Looking over at me, she
smiled as best she could with his black dick in her mouth and I wondered
what she thought about the taste of my pussy on his dick.
I was not to find out as it turned out. The three of them got up and
left the room, leaving me in the middle of the living room with a warm
pussy full of cum. Without me being fucked the interest in me seemed to
fade and people drifted off so I finally got up and went over to the
table with the drinks and popped open a can of Diet Pepsi. I was holding
the can and thinking about what had happened when I felt something warm
and smooth pressing against my ass. Under the circumstance, it was safe
to assume that I was feeling someone’s cock up against my butt!
Intrigued, I started to turn around but he grabbed me by head and kept me
facing forward.
“Don’t look back... I’m want to fuck you just the way you are now.”
Well, THAT was certainly the most original one-liner ever for someone to
start out with me! I started to say something but he cut me off rudely.
“Not a word, hear me? Not a single word until I’m done with you. Now
bend over and spreads your legs apart.”
For a moment I wondered just what I was getting into. I mean I’d already
been fucked by a couple of guys who I didn’t even know their names but at
least I knew what they looked like! This, however, was carrying “fucked
by a stranger” fantasy to the extreme. Oh well, I quickly decided that
this was what I had come here for – to do things I would never have done
otherwise and probably never will again.
Leaning forward, I put the can down on the table and held myself up with
both hands on the table. As he had directed me, I spread my legs apart
and I felt his hand groping between my legs. It was like being on a
crowded dance floor where someone was trying to cop a feel, except in
this case he apparently had plans to do a lot more than just grab a cheap
feel!
“Damn girl, you’re still soaking wet. You know, I was watching you
getting fucked by that guy in the living room and you looked so
incredibly hot I knew I just had to have you tonight.
He squeeze my ass a little harder and moved in closer where he whispered
in my ear saying, “Oh yeah... I’m gonna fuck you like a little whore – no
foreplay or sweet talk, just my hard dick in your wet cunt.”
Startled, I forgot his warning for a second and started to say something
but again he cut me off. “Now, now... like I said, you’re my little
whore so just bend over and take it. No talking and don't you DARE look
back at me.”
My eyes were fixed on the table top in front of me as I felt him
spreading me apart with one hand as he guided his hard cock into me with
the other. As he’d noted, I was still sopping wet and swollen which
shouldn’t have been a surprise considering not more than a few minutes
before I was fucked for the second time since arriving. He easily slid
all of the way into me and then immediately started humping me, letting
his lower stomach and crotch slap against my ass as he rammed himself
deeply into me. A few times he pushed so hard I almost lost my balance
but I held onto the table top for support.
“God your pussy is incredible... how does it stay so tight? That’s it
whore, bounce that tight little ass back against me while I fuck you.”
I almost said something but fortunately, I think, he wasn't finished and
so he cut me off before I could utter a sound.
“I knew from the moment I saw you walk in with that slutty friend of
yours that you love being fucked,” he said with a hint of laughter on his
voice, as if he thought he was being so clever in analyzing me. “Yeah...
you looked like the kind of bitch that just wants her pussy fucked and
doesn’t care how or who so long as she gets a hard cock in her.”
Normally I might have protested such remarks; calling me a whore didn't
normally put guys at the top of my winners list. In this case though, I
had to admit that I was exactly what he was accusing me of being, nothing
more than a horny slut who wanted a hard dick and wasn't very particular
how she got it.
Despite the sideshow of his non-stop yakking, he WAS doing a pretty good
job of screwing me. Although on the one hand I wanted to reach around
and punch him in the mouth, on the other hand my pussy was feeling pretty
damn good with him in it. It made me feel a bit naughty, almost dirty,
because it meant he was so right about me. All I wanted at this moment
was to be fucked and I didn’t give a damn who he was or how he did it so
long as he filled my cunt with his dick. Well, don’t forget he has to
cum in me as well!
I heard a grunt behind me and then he said, “Ok slut, here it is, I’m
ready to cum... Hey, don’t move... just hold still while I cum on your
ass.”
For a second I felt a surge of disappointment. Cum on my ASS? God, all
this just so he could make a mess on my butt? It wasn't like I had any
say in the matter as I felt him pull out of me, leaving my pussy with the
sudden sensation of emptiness. Damn, why couldn't he have cum in me?
My thoughts were interrupted by the warm feeling of cum as he sprayed
himself all over me. I must have been his first for the night as from
the feel of things, he was depositing quite a lot of cum as I could feel
it starting to run down my butt. It didn't take long for him to finish
himself off and then I felt him rub it all over my ass with his cock,
spreading it over my buttocks and even over my asshole.
Any hope of seeing him faded with his next demand.
“I don’t know about you but I certainly enjoyed that!” he gloated, “OK,
now don’t you dare turn around until you count to fifteen – got it?.”
With that he left and I dutifully counted and when I reached fifteen I
turned around, half expecting him to be there still. Wishful thinking on
my part. Instead, all I saw were a number of people standing behind me,
all of whom who had evidently been watching the scene play out. There
was no sign that any of them were the guy that fucked me and nobody
seemed inclined to give me any information that would identify him.
Smiling at them as best I could under the circumstances, I grabbed some
napkins from the center of the table and used them to wipe the cum off my
ass as best as I could. God, I would be needing a shower badly tonight
when I got home!
So far I’d been fucked by three guys and frankly, I was feeling a bit
tired; wonderful and tingly inside but tired just the same. The party
was going full swing and I could see several groups going at it.
Honestly, I’d had enough for one night so I found my clothes and got
dressed. When I looked back one more time before I left, I saw the black
guy who had fucked me was now laying on the dining room floor with a girl
riding his cock, bouncing on it like a cowgirl in a country bar riding
the mechanical bull. Still a bit curious, I looked around one last time,
still wondering who had fucked me that last time but never got even a
clue from anyone. Oh well, that was ok as it lent an air of mystery to
my night’s adventures.
Fortunately, and rather surprisingly, Beth was also ready to leave so she
drove me home. Turned out she had spent the night with several girls and
other than a dildo, didn't even get fucked the entire evening. I just
shrugged it off thinking what was the point ion spending the night doing
something you can do at home when there was enough cock to choose from?
Oh well, to each her own I guess.
Chapter 5 – Back Home Again
===========================
Beth kissed me on the cheek and we said our goodbyes as she dropped me
off at the curb in front of my house. When I went in who did I find but
my dear ol’ dad waiting for me in the kitchen, just as he had promised he
would. I guess I should have never doubted him. He flashed a warm smile
when he saw me walk through the door.
“Well Kelly, how was your party tonight? So tell me, how many lucky guys
got to fuck you?”
“It was fun dad. You know, they’re talking about holding the next one at
someone who has a swimming pool next time.”
My dad got up and walked over to me where he held me. I loved feeling
his body up against mine, his strong arms holding me and protecting me.
As he hugged me a feeling of fatherly love and comfort filled me and it
was then I realized how empty the entire experience had been. Sure, the
party had been exciting but face it, the sex was just sex and about as
devoid of emotion as it could be.
Memories of the last guy came into my head and I realized I could’ve just
as easily been a latex doll for all he cared about me. In a way, I felt
like I did not long after masturbating. There was a sense of sexual
relief and a momentary rush of pleasure but it was followed by a sense of
emptiness, one that was never quite filled unless I was sharing myself
with someone I wanted to give myself to. Tears of happiness came to my
eyes as I hugged my dad as tight as I could, longing for him and needing
him more right then than I could remember in a long time.
“Oh daddy, what I really want is you,” I sobbed, overcome with the pent
up emotions that were suddenly being released. “You’re always there for
me, always ready to satisfy me. After tonight I appreciate more than
ever how you want me but still respect me as a woman and your daughter.”
I looked up at him and our eyes met although mine must have been red from
my sudden and unexpected outburst. God I loved him so much right then.
There wasn't anything I wouldn't do for this man, nothing I would refuse
him. If anything I wanted him to be demanding just so I could submit to
him prove to him that there was nothing he could want of me that he
couldn't have.
“Please take me daddy, I need you to love me,” I begged him.
Yes, after a night of wanton lust and pure sex I needed to be loved. I
needed someone to make me feel special, someone to want me for ME, not
just my body. I wanted to give myself over to him, to let him take total
control of me and do with me whatever he wished. I don’t mean anything
at all like the guy who fucked me from behind did, where he did it purely
for his own satisfaction. The way my father treated me when I released
myself and made myself totally vulnerable to him told me more about his
love and respect for me than any words could ever do.
My dad stroked his fingers through my hair and reached down to kiss me.
As soon as our kips met it intensified into a passionate and lingering
kiss. Finally our lips parted and he looked at me with an expression
only a daughter can see in her father’s face.
“Don’t worry baby,” he whispered gently to me, “Daddy will take care of
you. Let me show you how much I love you.”
With that, he picked me up in his strong arms and carried me up to my
parent’s bedroom. My mom was already in bed watching TV. She looked at
us and I knew that she saw the way I was clutching my arms around his
neck and could tell that how much I needed him right then, even if she
wasn't sure why.
My mom’s perceptiveness and understanding, especially at times like this,
was one reason why I love my mother so much. She is so incredibly
unselfish when it comes to me and my dad. The simple reason was that my
parents were so in love that she never worried about him fucking me, or
even her sister for that matter, because she knew that it was she that he
truly loved, hat she was his soul mate and that he would always be
faithful to her as his wife. My mom had the confidence that comes with
unconditional love, knowing that her husband could use me to fulfill his
addictions and desires and yet still be her husband. My dad’s heart
would always belong to her and her alone - even if his cock was shared
now and then with me.
Without a word my mom moved over in the bed to make room for us, not
doing anything that might break the spell between my dad and me. I loved
it when she watched my dad take me this way. Not in a naughty or kinky
way but out of my love for her. It was such a wonderful thing for her to
see my father’s expression of love for his daughter and share those
feelings with her. Somehow, if we had done it in my room with her alone
on the bed just listening to us through the thin walls there would have
been something missing. It would have been like we were hiding something
from her when just the opposite was true.
My dad gently laid me on my back and ever so slowly undressed me. He
then quickly stripped off his shorts and sat on the side of the bed next
to me, nude and quite handsome for his age. His fingers slowly ran up
and down the entire length of my body, soothing me and helping me to
relax. He ran his fingers through my hair as I closed my eyes, soaking
up his love. Then I felt his warm lips on mine again and I opened my
mouth in response, just enough to allow his tongue to find mine.
As he kissed me with all the love of a father for his daughter, he lay
down next to me and I could feel his warm naked body pressed along the
length of mine. His incestuous cock was ready for action, already hard
as I felt it pressing against the side of my hip when he moved enough to
rub it up against me.
As his hands caressed my entire body, I played with my breasts with one
hand while I felt his hand work its way down my stomach and then past my
crotch. He played his fingers up and down my legs, working their way to
the sensitive inner thigh regions where I loved to be touched.
Instinctively, like a female dog in heat, I spread my legs apart, making
it easier for him to move his hand up to where my legs joined.
Even though I was prepared, I still jumped just a little when his finger
first touched my sensitive clit. At this point in the evening, even the
slightest touch of his finger on me was enough to send shivers down my
legs and up my spine. He spread my pussy lips apart and circled his
finger around the opening of my pussy, slowing entering me just a little
bit to run his finger just inside of me. God it felt so good when he
touched me right there!
Then he worked his finger all the way into my, like a small cock entering
my pussy. He slipped a second finger in after the first one and then
began to stroke them in and out of me like he was fucking me. His thumb
played with my clit at the same time and I felt like I had died and gone
to heaven! It only took a few moments before I came so hard that I didn't
think it was going to stop.
“That’s it Kelly, cum for me,” he said softly.
“Oh god daddy!” was all I could say in response as he touched me in just
the way he knew I loved to be touched.
While I was still feeling the aftermath of my first orgasm, he moved on
top of me and without further fanfare, my father’s cock entered me. No
matter how many times he does it, I still feel an almost childish sense
of delight whenever my dad’s cock first pushes itself into his daughter’s
pussy. Face it, how many daughters get to experience this? For what had
to be the millionth time, I realized just how lucky I was to have this
type of loving relationship with my father.
My dad was on his knees and he pulled me up to meet his cock such that my
hips were off the bed and resting on his upper thighs. He draped my legs
over his shoulders and began to pump my pussy. I thought about how I had
been fucked earlier and how little it really mattered to me other than
the physical sense of pleasure it gave me. Compared to then, what I was
experiencing was on a completely different level. Sure it was just
another cock in me but in my mind, it was much more than that – it was my
FATHER’S cock, the man who conceived me, raised me, and had given so much
to me over the years. How could I NOT give myself back to him for
everything he had done for me? To demonstrate my love and gratitude in
such as personal matter was the greatest feeling in the world.
Well, speaking of feelings, it wasn’t long before I came again, this time
gripping his cock tightly with my pussy as my juices once again gushed
from me. My dad just kept pumping his cock in and out of me slowly,
driving himself in until the base of his shaft pressed against my pussy
and then pulling out until the tip of his head was just inside me and
then pressing himself back in again. Until now we had both been silent
but finally his passion reached the point where he couldn’t hold back
anymore.
“Oh god Kelly! You feel SO good around my cock... Fuck, I love it when
you cum and get so tight I can barely push myself into you.”
I looked up to see him looking at my mom. I couldn't see her face but I
could imagine the smile that must be there as she watched her husband and
daughter joined together.
My dad kept up his groans and talk almost nonstop. “Kelly, Kelly... I
love fucking you... Oh Mary, I love fucking our daughter while her mother
watches, seeing my cock in your daughter, making her cum.”
I stretched my neck more until I could see my mom and yes, she was
smiling after he said that. I also saw that she had one hand between her
legs – obviously she was enjoying watching us fuck in more than just a
motherly manner! My mom had told me before how her father had fucked her
and so she knew just how I felt when my dad did me. She told me that she
loved seeing my dad joined together with me, knowing that such a close
bond existed between us that it had to be more than just emotional, but
physical as well. Really, how much closer can a dad be with his daughter
than to hold her tight while her pussy is filled with his cock and sperm?
It’s amazing how many thoughts can run through your mind in just a few
seconds. At the same time my dad was pumping harder and faster, like he
was drilling for oil in my pussy. I looked down and with my hips raised
up it was easy to see his cock as it slid in and out of me - not to
mention I could feel him in my pussy one second and then out the next.
“Yes daddy, fuck me faster,” I cried out. I knew he loved to hear me ask
for it. I can understand, I guess, why he feels better when I tell him
to fuck me rather than just allow him to and then he has to assume I
really want it.
“Ahhhhhh, I love watching you fuck me, watching you cock disappear inside
of me,” I moaned, trying to let him know how much I loved what he was
doing but having a hard time putting it into words.
Based on past experience I knew that he was close to cumming so I
encouraged him by saying, “Cum in me daddy... fill me up. Oh daddy!
Fuck me... Fuck me!... Cum!”
My dad groaned like a beast as he his climax approached. Then he
suddenly rammed himself deep inside of me, holding himself there. Damn,
his cock was so hot! I could feel it throbbing in me, pulsing with his
strong heartbeat. Then he gasped and his hips jerked against me as I
felt a warm glow deep in my pussy. Oh my god, my father was mating me!
“That’s it daddy, cum in me. Oh daddy I can feel your cum in me, so warm
inside of me.”
Not to be outdone, my mother was ready to cum herself at that moment.
She was rubbing herself hard and furiously fast with her eyes fixed on my
pussy, watching her husband’s cock as it exploded inside of her daughter.
“Oh honey, I love seeing you cum in her,” she blurted out, “I love seeing
you fuck our daughter and cumming in her!”
The she turned her attention to me and said, “Oh Kelly, Kelly... you’re
so beautiful, so hot, such a wonderful daughter.”
My mother stopped talking and she cried out as her orgasm consumed her.
Between her cumming and the feel of my dad’s cock ejaculating inside of
me I came yet again, a little smaller and less intense this time but
wonderful all the same.
As we lay there later in each other’s arms, the epitome of a loving and
caring family, I knew deep in my heart that this was the way a family was
meant to be; sharing the most intimate and loving moments together. My
dad stayed in me for a long while afterwards, letting me feel him inside
of me as we all kissed and finally I feel asleep.
What a perfect ending to my day!
THE END