Subject: Second Summer Sex Party
Story Codes: MF FF F-solo group oral
Diary Date: July 15, 2005
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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My first sex party of the summer was just two weeks ago so I was a bit
surprised when my best friend Beth invited me to another one soon
afterwards. While these parties were interesting, to say the least, they
really weren't the type of thing I wanted on a regular basis.
Fortunately, as things turned out, this one worked for me.
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 - Sex Parties
Chapter 2 The Week Before the Party
Chapter 3 Beth Picks Me Up
Chapter 4 The Party Gets Started
Chapter 5 Fucked While Cleaning Up
Chapter 6 Gangbanged
Chapter 1 Sex Parties
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At was just last summer that I first became involved with the local sex
party scene. My best friend Beth was responsible for this as she was the
one with a "lifetime membership" and had invited me along as her guest.
In all, I attended four of these extremely private affairs last summer.
While overall I found them to be fun and arousing, from an emotional
perspective they left me with a rather empty feeling. I mean, in most
cases I didn't even know the guy's name yet I gladly allowed him to fuck
me and even let most of them cum inside of me.
Even though Beth all but begged me to attend more of them, I decided to
limit myself to these few. They were more for the occasional "fun"
factor than anything else. Sort of a been there, done that type of
thing.
This summer I had no sooner returned home from school for summer break
than Beth was already urging me to join in again. I put her off at first
but finally gave in around the beginning of July. As before, the party
itself was fun while it lasted and while I'm definitely not sorry that I
did it, it wasn't exactly an emotional rollercoaster. As far as I knew,
Beth was aware of my true feelings about the parties and so in the past
she had always waited for a "cooling off" period before she invited me to
the next one. Knowing that, I was a bit surprised when barely two weeks
later she was on the phone trying to convince me to join her yet again.
"Oh c'mon Kelly," she implored me, "You had such a great time at the last
time... oh admit it you slutty girl, you know you did!"
"I don't know Beth," I answered, trying to stall for time while I debated
it inside my head, "It's not like I'm hurting for sex or anything. I'm
pretty satisfied I guess."
Indeed, so far this had been the best summer in my life so far as sex
went. Even better, much of it had been something new or unusual which
always turns me on. A fun day at the lake, the wedding of the first guy
who fucked me (back when I was just fourteen), the father of one of the
kids I baby-sit, and several family "adventures" to mention a few. Also
included in the middle of it all was the first sex party of the summer,
just a couple of weeks earlier.
"Don't even TRY to pull THAT one on me, sister," Beth chastised me with a
hint of laughter in her voice, "Like, I've never seen you 'satisfied'...
not ever."
Well, she had me there so what could I say? It's not like I am a drug
addict or anything, I just happen to enjoy sex a LOT. Some people have
accused me of being a nymphomaniac but I honestly take exception to that
characterization. Like, I don't HAVE to have sex, I just enjoy having it
as often as possible. Personally, I think most people would have it more
often if they could and so they look at people like me and get jealous
which leads them to criticizing my lifestyle when it's their own that's
the problem.
The next party wasn't until Friday night which left me a couple of days
to ponder it. About all the wait did was give me time to imagine what
MIGHT happen. Every one of these I'd been to was unique in its own way.
I can still remember my first party vividly, like it happened yesterday.
You can imagine my surprise when I learn that I had to be "initiated".
Actually, it wasn't all that bad so far as initiations go. All I had to
do was let the host fuck me in front of everyone to start off the party.
In the end, it turned out to be a great way to let everyone get to know
me right off the bat, and I really mean "know" me!
Chapter 2 The Week Before the Party
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Thursday night before the party I was watching TV with my parents in the
family room. There wasn't anything on that interested me so I was just
laying back on the couch, daydreaming about nothing in particular when my
thoughts turned to the upcoming party.
Probably one of the craziest things I've done at one was last summer.
There were twelve guys there and I let them fuck me one after the other,
almost like an assembly line. A guy would fuck me until he was ready to
cum and then I suck his cock until he came while the next guy in line had
a go at my pussy.
It was the most guys I had ever been fucked by right in a row like that.
None of them fucked me all that long so I wasn't sore afterwards, but my
stomach churned a bit which I guess was a result of all the cum I
swallowed. As if I needed to be told, I was sure that I never wanted to
be porn star! Even though I probably will never do such a thing again,
it's still gets me off to think back about it.
Being it was after supper and I wouldn't be going anywhere else that
night, I had already changed into my standard evening wear one of my
dad's clean and pressed dress shirts stolen straight from his closet. It
was a pale blue with long sleeves and tails that that hung down to my
knees when I stood up. Usually I would fasten a few of the buttons in
the middle just to keep it from flying around and then roll up the
sleeves.
There was no need to wear panties around the house and it felt good
anyway to be bare-ass under the loose-fitting material. Actually, I
normally only wear panties when I'm having a heavy flow or wearing an
outfit that is too short to get away without them. About the only
exception is when I'm out on a date and I want to tease the guy a bit by
flashing him my panties. The same principle applies to bras. Unless the
outfit and circumstances demand that I wear one, they are more for show
and teasing than anything else.
The more I recalled the memories of that night, the deeper my
concentration became and the more I tuned out what was on the TV, not to
mention my parents who were kicked back in their matching Lazy-Boys. I
wiggled my butt a bit to settle into the couch better and next thing I
knew my hand was between my legs. Honestly, I couldn't even remember
putting it there; it was just an instinctive reaction. The shirt tails
parted and fell to the sides of my hips, leaving me with easy access to
my shaved pussy.
At first, I just held my crotch in the palm of my hand, pulling upwards
on it to put a little pressure on me. Damn I was warm! A tingle ran
through me raising goose bumps all over my body in its wake causing me to
tighten my legs together to further squeeze my hand up into my crotch.
Mmmmmmm, I could tell my naughty pussy was hungry from the way I felt it
throbbing under my hand and fingers. My middle finger pressed in harder
and worked its way between my pussy lips until it was just inside of my
pussy hole, which was getting wetter by the second. My finger then
pulled out, dragging the wetness up along my pussy slit. I repeated the
process until my entire pussy and clit were covered with my pussy juices.
My head was filled with memories of anonymous cocks slipping in me, of
hard dicks attached to guys I didn't know and never would. I moaned
softly to myself as my finger pressed itself into me further, reminding
me of how their cocks felt as they slid into my swollen cunt one after
the other. Once again I shifted my ass around to try to get more
comfortable and finally I just gave up and draped my inner leg up onto
the top of the couch, exposing myself even more to make it easier to
masturbate. Mmmmmmm, this was MUCH better!
With my free hand I quickly undid the few buttons that were done which
allowed the shirt to fall to my sides, exposing my breasts and nipples
which had already hardened into bullets. One at a time, I caressed each
with my hand, pulling gently on the nipples and then letting them slip
between my fingertips until they suddenly let loose and snapped back.
God I loved to play with my boobs, especially my nipples which were
easily aroused and so sensitive once they were.
My eyes were shut all this time and in my mind the guy fucking me was
about to cum so he pulled out from me and immediately shoved his swelling
cock in my open mouth. I took my finger from my pussy and started to
suck on it, savoring my pussy the same as I had on his cock that day.
Damn it tasted so good!
Since I first tasted my pussy back when I was a little girl, I have
always loved the smell and flavor of it. My mom use to have to warn me
at times when I first started doing it, telling me to stop fingering
myself and then sucking on it in public. Looking back, I was lucky that
nobody actually ever saw me doing it besides her. Imagine the reputation
I would have already had before I was even ten!
Of course, the one thing my finger couldn't do was cum like their cocks
had cum in my mouth. Instead, I put my finger back into my pussy,
reminding myself of the next guy in line who was now entering me and
getting himself off by violating my body. My tongue wet my lips which I
then unconsciously licked as I remembered how good it felt and tasted
when the cock in my mouth exploded with sperm. The gooey mixture would
fill my mouth and cover my tongue, sometimes even spilling out over my
chin and cheeks.
Of course, everyone was watching us and I loved the look in the other
girls' eyes when they saw each guy take his turn in my mouth and then
cumming in my mouth. By the time I was done, my face was covered in cum,
despite my best efforts to keep it in my mouth as much as possible.
By now, one finger in my pussy wasn't enough so I pushed a second in
alongside the first. I slowly pumped my fingers in and out of me, as
deep as I could press them inside my cunt. God I wanted to be fucked so
badly but with a real cock! Gradually at first, and then faster as it
seemed to gain momentum like a snowball rolling down a hill, I felt my
orgasm building in me.
Sometime when I came, it was out of the blue, like stepping in front of a
Greyhound bus and suddenly being smacked hard from out of nowhere. In
those case it was generally incredibly intense, like fireworks that rose
quickly and then flared brightly in the sky. Just as the fireworks
display dies away quickly, so usually did those type of orgasms making
them extremely intense but relatively brief and fast to fade away. I
would say these types of orgasms were the most common for me given the
forms of sex I tend to have. When a guy fucks you there isn't a lot of
time to savor a long orgasm and a quick, intense one works out best in
most cases.
As it turned out, the "fireworks" version of my orgasm was NOT on the
menu today. Instead, I could tell this one was going to of the more rare
"smolder and burn" styles. The best way I can describe it is to compare
it to starting a fire with flint. A spark starts ignites a small flame
that has to be nurtured and then gradually builds and becomes a strong
fire. Like a fire compared to a firecracker, this orgasm burns in me
much longer and then gradually dies away, leaving its embers to smolder
long afterwards.
Most of the times when I make myself feel this way is when I masturbate
as it is then that I have the time and patience to touch myself in just
the right way to trigger things. Other than masturbating, the vast
majority of these are associated with my mom and aunt, two older women
who know how to treat me the way a woman loves to be treated.
It was like a fire was now in my pussy, spreading out across my entire
body until every pore on my skin seemed to be dripping flames. I was
driven to drop my leg down from the top of the couch and then turned on
my side until I was facing the couch, in practically a fetal position,
with my hand still between my legs. During the whole time, I never
stopped rubbing my hardened clit and fingering my wet pussy.
My thighs were now pressed tightly together with my hand squeezed between
them, my fingers doing all the moving between them. The sexual pleasure
within me was becoming so intense I wanted to cry out to tell the whole
world how I felt. Instead I bit my lower lip and moaned so softly that I
doubt anyone could hear me more than a few feet away. My free hand was
soon on top of my first, pressing the inside hand even tighter against my
crotch.
The sheer bliss of my orgasm at this point was almost unbearable. It was
one thing to run up the mountainside, hit the peak, stay there briefly
and enjoy the view, and then quickly climb back down again. It was
another thing to ride the slow chairlift up, and then spend the afternoon
at the high altitude before a leisurely paced trip back down. Just as a
person can get lightheaded if they remain at the mountain peak too long,
so it was with an extended orgasm. For a moment I thought I might even
pass out as my vision narrowed and things went out of focus.
It was like fighting the devil and angel in each shoulder. My little
devil was forcing my hand to keep touching myself, prolonging the agony
of such incredible pleasure. At the same time, what was left of my
consciousness, as represented by my angel, was screaming at the top of
her lungs at me to stop before I blacked out or worse.
What made it more interesting was that anyone watching me probably would
have thought that I had fallen asleep. I was laying on my side, curled
up tightly like a baby, with my head tucked in against the back of the
couch. The only clue would have been the way I periodically jerked
reflexively as a spike of pleasure nailed me and then quickly ebbed away.
Perhaps if they were close enough they might hear the almost constant low
moan that was coming from somewhere deep down inside of me. If they were
REALLY observant, they might even see the small but steady flow of pussy
cum that was draining from me and down the back of my ass onto the couch.
Slowly, ever so slowly, such that it took me a bit to even realize it was
happening, the fire in me began to consume its fuel and gradually died
down. At this point I wasn't even moving, holding my head steady against
my pussy, peeling the rapid pulse of my heart as it pounded inside my
chest. It was like I was floating down from the peak on a balloon with a
slow leak, gradually descending until finally I was back safely on the
ground.
Back on earth once again, I heaved a heavy sigh and then turned onto my
back. I stretched my arms and legs out straight in front of me and shook
off the last feelings of the incredible orgasm I had just had. God I
felt so damn good! My nasty pussy was still throbbing and pulsing, even
without me touching it. Trust me on this one, had a guy been there with
a real cock to fuck me, I probably would have hit the ceiling at the
first feel of his cock pushing itself inside of me.
Eventually I opened my eyes and from the TV I could tell that I must have
been at it for longer than I thought. The show we had been watching was
long over as well as the one after that! Damn, it hadn't seemed that
much time had passed when I was masturbating but there was no disputing
the evidence. I turned onto my side such that I now facing away from the
couch and saw my parents were still in their chairs. It may seem odd to
some people, but the thought never crossed my mind the entire time that
they might be watching me.
My dad was the first to notice that I was looking at him and he just
flashed a grin back at me. With his leg rest up and laying back the way
he was, I couldn't see his crotch which meant I couldn't see whether he
was hard or not. Somehow I suspected he was and in fact, I would have
been more than a little disappointed if he wasn't.
My mom was working on some new crocheting project but she must have heard
me stir as she was looking over at me as well. Unlike my dad, she didn't
really seem all that interested in what I had been doing. I guess over
the years such a thing becomes less newsworthy the more you see it done
and this wasn't by any means the first time she had seen me masturbate.
Heck, she was the first one to teach me!
"My, looks like someone's pretty worked up tonight. So what's the story
miss horny?" my mom asked.
I was speechless for a second as I hadn't really expected her to say
anything since she typically didn't under such circumstances. Usually it
was my dad who was the one making the sly comments with the sexual
innuendos mixed in.
I told them both about the party I was going to the next night and my mom
just rolled her eyes and went back to her project. That didn't bother me
as I knew she would be first in line when I got home tomorrow night to
hear all about my adventures.
My dad, on the other hand, had his interest peaked and he asked me a
number of questions about the party, none of which I really could answer.
How many people would be there? No idea. What was the theme? No idea.
How many guys did I plan to let fuck me? Again, no idea.
My dad looked at me with a questioning gaze and I could almost hear him
asking me, "Well, what DO you know about it?"
The truth was, like all of the previous parties, I had absolutely no idea
what was waiting for me. Actually, that was what was part of the appeal
for me, the suspense and thrill of the unknown. Would I be fucked by
just one guy or twenty? Would they fuck me alone or in a group or
both? Would I just be with guys or would maybe some girls want me as
well? Well, there was only one way to find out go!
In the end I just shrugged my shoulders with a blank look on my face. My
dad looked over at my mom who shrugged her shoulders as well. He seemed
to give up on the subject and went back to the TV program he was
watching, leaving me alone to my own devices (literally) on the couch.
My pussy was still throbbing like crazy. In a way, I was a little
disappointed as usually when I would masturbate like this in front of my
dad he would get hot and horny, providing me with a great opportunity to
satisfy him. Evidently, whatever he was watching on TV must have been
more important than fucking me so I decided to go upstairs and take care
of myself in private so I wouldn't distract him from his precious TV
program. I guess when you're not in the mood, you're not in the mood and
this was one of those rare times when my dad wasn't.
I gathered up my dad's short around me and announced I was heading up to
take a shower. Neither of them even bothered to respond so I just rolled
my eyes and huffed dramatically before walking up the stairs. Outside
the bathroom I let the shirt slide from my shoulders and I gathered it up
in a ball and dropped it in the laundry chute which emptied out in the
basement by the wash machine. Now that I was nude, I stepped in the
bathroom and turned on the light over the sink along with the overhead
fan.
The loud rustle of the fan always annoyed me and this time it seemed
especially loud and squeaky for some reason. As much as it was a pain in
the ass, my dad was a stickler for using it as he claimed the damp air
would damage the wallpaper unless the fan was running to take it out.
Well, maybe someday he would replace this old clunker and then my mom and
I wouldn't mind running it as much.
I slid the door aside on the shower and reached in to turned the knob to
HOT. Our water heater must have been in the next county or something
because it always took ages for the water to heat up and then when it
did, you could have cooked lobsters with it if you weren't careful. The
instant the water started to heat up, I quickly dialed back the
temperature until it was nice and hot, but not TOO hot.
Gingerly I stepped over the edge of the tub and carefully planted my feet
on the bottom of the slippery porcelain. Sliding the glass door closed
behind me, I turned and let the water cascade down from my head, over my
shoulders and down my back and butt.
One of my favorite household "appliances" has got to be our shower
massager. With more settings than anyone could possibly ever need, it
was attached to a long stainless steel clad hose that allowed it to be
detached and pointed anywhere you wanted and I do mean anywhere. When
we were in the store looking to buy our latest version, my dad was
teasing me about never getting out of the shower if we bought this one.
To my utter amazement, the teenage clerk who was trying to "help" us
started going on about how good it felt on your back. The clueless kid
looked totally confused when both my dad and I started laughing. Somehow
I had just assumed that everyone knew why women wanted one of these
babies in their shower. We didn't want to embarrass the poor boy so we
never told him the real reason why we were laughing. Oh well, maybe
someday his girlfriend will tell him the facts of life at least so far
as shower massagers are concerned.
My pussy still hadn't completely calmed down from my earlier adventures
and I could almost hear it calling out to me, "Kelly... I want a
massage!" Well, who was I to say no to my own pussy? After all, it never
tells me no when I want something from it! Turning around, I reached up
and pulled the massager from its holder. It was still set on a steady
stream, like any normal shower head would provide, and I directed the
stream down between my legs. The hot water struck my crotch with a firm
but gentle force and almost instantly I could feel that familiar tingle
returning.
Under the circumstances, the easiest position for me was to lean against
the shower wall tile, using opposite the side of the tub to brace myself.
My right foot was planted on the bottom of the tub and I lifted my left
up to rest it on the edge against the shower door track. This left the
shower controls to my right which made it easy to let the hose drape down
and gave much better access to my aching pussy. With my left hand I
reached down and caressed my poor pussy, rubbing my fingers over its wet
surface to start. Even though I knew it was coming, when my fingers
passed over my sensitized clit I couldn't help but jump and let out a
gasp. God I was still so responsive! Was it EVER going to calm down?
Closing my eyes to allow me to concentrate better, I used my fingers to
spread apart my pussy lips and then directed the flow of water directly
against my exposed cunt. The sensation of the hot water flowing over me
was incredibly and almost immediately I felt myself building up once
again. Between my fingers rubbing myself and the water streams striking
me, it was like instant orgasm. No long buildup this time, no gradual
rise until the bonfire was lit. Nope, this was automatic ignition time.
One second I was the quiet rocket on the pad, all ready to go. The next
instant the countdown went to zero and my pussy erupted like it was being
launched to the moon.
The transition was so sudden, so unbelievably strong, it was like someone
had punched me right in the stomach. My first instinct was to bend over
as I was unable to even breath for the first few seconds. Someone
looking would have probably thought a bad cramp had just struck me which
was exactly what I would have thought had it not been for the incredible
pleasure I was also feeling throughout my entire body.
If there's one thing that truly defines the sexual differences between
men and women (besides the obvious physical ones), it has to be the way
we each orgasm. Admittedly, I don't have a penis and so I have no first-
hand experience as to how it feels to get an erection and then spew out a
stream of cum, but I have witnessed hundreds of men go through the
process, usually with me as their incentive.
From my perspective, men are like balloons. Sometime I wonder if that
isn't where the term "blowjob" really came from. Basically, sucking on a
guy's dick has the same effect of blowing into a balloon, it gets bigger!
I don't know if the balloon necessarily gets anything out of it, but men
certainly seem to enjoy the process! If I stop any time before he cums,
he just stays the way he is and then gradually shrinks back down again.
However, if I "blow" him long enough, then it's like blowing into a
balloon too long and suddenly it explodes, usually without a lot of
warning.
Once it explodes, there's no going back. To carry the analogy to
completion, the explosion doesn't last very long, especially when you
compare to how long it took to get there. Once it's done, it's all over
with a bang.
It's the same with guys. Once you reach the point of no return, they're
cumming and there's not a damn thing in this world that can stop them,
not even if their mom shows up just at that moment (trust me, I know!).
Considering all the buildup, the grand finale is really short, a few
quick spasms, a load of cum and game over. In the old days you lit up a
cigarette but today he typically just rolls over and sleeps.
Even though most men claim to realize that a woman's orgasm is a lot
different from a guy's, you wouldn't know it from the way they act.
Attention Guys!!! Unlike you where the end justifies the means, for the
girl the buildup IS the mean. The anticipation, the thrill of being
naughty, the emotions, the circumstances, all of it contributes.
I find it hilarious the number of books and article written on the
subject of why so many women never reach a true orgasm. Obviously,
nobody asked them because the answer is really simple. For many women,
just the buildup is enough to satisfy them. Ask a man if having a girl
suck his cock and then stopping just before he cums is enough to satisfy
him. If my experience is worth anything, the answer is pretty obvious.
Unfortunately, because men are unsatisfied when events don't lead to an
orgasm, they incorrectly assume that it's the same for a woman. The
worst part is that many women are made to feel guilty if they DON'T cum,
as if it's some failure on their part. What makes it so sad is that many
of them would be perfectly happy if the guy didn't made a big deal about
whether they came or not. Is it any wonder so many women faking an
orgasm? They don't do it for themselves, obviously, it's all to satisfy
the fragile male ego!
That said, while for many women the buildup is great and satisfies their
sexual needs, for those like me it's not always enough. An orgasm is one
of the most incredible experiences any woman can have to the point they
can become almost addicting. Sometimes I feel an actual physical NEED to
have one. Although I have never done drugs, I imagine it is like the
difference between having a headache and taking an Tylenol or cocaine.
One makes you feel better and if you didn't know any better, you'd be
satisfied with the results. However, once you've had a taste of the
"real" stuff, then you realize just how good you CAN feel and you want
more and more of it to the point where you become addicted to it.
There have been people who accuse me of actually being addicted to sex,
or at least to my orgasms, but I don't agree with them. Sure, I enjoy
them a LOT but it's not like I can't say no to myself, I just don't WANT
to.
Earlier I had mentioned the two general "categories" of orgasm I
experience, although that makes it sound all too clinical if you ask me.
What I had just done to myself downstairs in the family room was a
classic example of what to me is the ultimate orgasm - long and drawn
out, like floating in a sea of the most unbelievable feelings of pure
sexual pleasure with waves of animal lust breaking over you.
Once again, that brings up another difference between men and women. If
a guy had just cum as hard as I had, he would probably be sleeping now,
or at the very least his sexual needs would be temporarily met. Not me.
Even after such an incredible orgasm I still wanted more.
Truthfully, I can't think of a single time when just having an orgasm
eliminated the feelings of need in me. In other words, while I love them
beyond words, orgasm are no "cure" for horniness. Many times I've
masturbated after being well fucked by a guy. Out of courtesy I usually
try not to let him know, as most guys take it as some sign that they
didn't satisfy me. The point is, they made me feel good but no amount of
fucking will ever totally "satisfy" me. It may take the edge off and
make me feel better, but given the opportunity I'll ALWAYS take more!
So you may ask, what DOES satisfy me? Good question and hopefully by now
you realize it's NOT something merely physical. Only by meeting my
physical AND emotional needs can I ever hope to feel true satisfaction.
Sure, an orgasm can help in that direction as the act of getting one
drives much of my emotions, but it's rare that my emotional needs are
fulfilled, certainly NOT by your average horny boy.
So who meets my needs the best? Easy answer my mom. Most people would
have expected me to say my dad given the incredible satisfaction it gives
me to submit to him, but it is mostly by meeting HIS needs that I am
satisfied. When I am with my mom we concentrate on meeting each other's
needs in an equal partnership. Until I'm married, I suppose sex with my
mom is the closest I'll ever come to making love with someone. So you
see, fucking never satisfies a woman. Making love does.
With the remnants of my last orgasm still hanging around, this one was
easy to bring about. Some women claim it is difficult for them to
orgasm. Personally, I think they just don't let themselves go enough to
do it. Once you learn the signs and how to encourage it within yourself,
I think cumming to an orgasm isn't all that hard at all, especially when
I'm as ultra-horny as I was today.
Finally I was able to take in a breath and I let it out again with a loud
gasp that echoed in the bathroom. I turned the shower massager flow to
my breasts and let the stream strike my hard nipples and run down my
cleavage while my hand continued to work my cunt. Like a rocket after
hitting apogee, I was already descending although my breathing was still
like I had just finished running a mile as I fought to fill my lungs once
again. Damn, that was one intense orgasm!
Ordinarily I would have washed myself off, done my hair, and maybe even
shaved. Just as I had replaced the shower massager in its holder and was
reaching for the shampoo, the door slid open and there stood my dad. It
really didn't surprise me to see that he was nude, nor was it any
revelation to see his cock was fully erect, standing out from his thick
thatch of pubic hair like he was pointing a fleshy gun at me. How long
had he been out there? As consumed as I had been with my own personal
agenda, that was hard to tell.
"Well, judging from the sound of it, someone's still pretty damn horny!"
he chuckled, looking me up and down with that "look" in his eyes that I
loved to see.
Every girl in the world learns from the time she enters puberty, and men
start to look at her differently, what that "look" means. Whether they
admit it or not, it means they want to fuck you. For most men, that's
all it is, just a look but I always feel a thrill inside whenever I see
it, knowing that in their hearts they would do me without a second
thought if they could. The reason I loved seeing it in my dad's eyes was
I knew what the results were going to be. My father wanted me; he wanted
to fuck me, and when he wanted me that way I gave myself to him, totally
with no questions asked.
"Oh yeah? Well it's your fault," I teased him.
"Really? And just how did you come to THAT conclusion," he laughed,
loving it when I teased him this way.
"Well, you just ignored me downstairs," I pretended to pout.
My dad just chuckled again and shook his head. "So what do you think,
that every time you get yourself off in front of me that I have to fuck
you afterwards?"
"Well?" I replied innocently, as if the answer was obvious.
My father grinned as he stepped into the shower and closed the door
behind him. It was a little tight with the two of us in there, at least
in the width department and so he moved to face the shower with me in
front of him, the hot spray now striking me in the back.
"Damn, you just never can get enough, can you?" he murmured to me,
running his hands along the side of my face gently.
I just smiled at him, my expression more than enough to reveal my answer
which he knew before he even asked the question. Since he first fucked
me back when I was sixteen, there was never a single time when he
approached me that I had turned him away or refused to do what he asked
of me at least sexually (my bedroom clutter is another issue entirely
and don't even get me started about his credit card!).
His large hands slowly made their way down my bare shoulders and over my
upper arms, stroking me gently up and down with the tender touch of his
fingers. Then he turned his hands palm up and let his fingers drag down
from my shoulders to my perky breasts, his nails running over my rock-
hard nipples, sending shivers up and down my spine. As they dropped off
the bottom of my boobs and onto my stomach, he turned his hands over and
caressed each of my breasts with one of them.
"God, you're so beautiful," he whispered to me, his voice husky and deep
with the lust I knew was building inside of him, just waiting to be
released. "I love the feel of your tits, so firm yet so soft."
"Touch me daddy," I said softly to him, "Just tell me what you want."
"Oh baby, you KNOW what I want."
"I want you to want me daddy... show me how much you want me."
He put his arms around me and pulled me in tight to him. I could feel
his strong body pressing against me, his erect cock digging into my
stomach. I hugged him as well and for a moment, it was like I was his
little girl again, just being hugged by my daddy, feeling safe and secure
in his arms as only your father can make you feel. I loved him so much
and I knew he loved me and would never allow anything bad to happen to
me. No matter what he wanted of me right then, I would have given it to
him without hesitation.
"Suck my dick," he commanded me in a barely audible whisper, "Put it in
your mouth and suck it."
My heart fluttered at his demand. I loved it when he was direct and to
the point, none of this flowery language so many guys tried to use with
me. "Suck my dick" how much more direct and to the point could he be?
What really turned me on, though, was that it was my DAD who was
demanding it of me.
Many a guy has asked me to suck his cock and some even try the domination
thing. In this case, though, the man telling me to blow him was the same
one who use to tell me to clean my room, to look both ways before I
crossed the street, to stop squirming in church. Now to have my dad now
see me in a sexual way, as an object of his deepest desires and lust,
commanding me to perform oral sex for him, made me feel so much more
grown up and mature. It was like the first time he allowed me to drive
the car but so much more satisfying.
"Yes daddy," was all I said, as if I was once again that little eight
year old girl obeying my father's demand that I clean my room. The only
difference was that this time I was happy to obey him!
For the next ten minutes or so, I'm guessing at the time and it could
have been a lot longer, I sucked my dad's cock using every technique I
knew. Frankly, I think I give a pretty damn good blowjob when I set my
mind to it. Some of my skills I'd been taught early on in my sexual
"career" by my mom, but most of them were the results of years of
experience sucking hundreds of different cocks. No two were ever the
same which is what keeps it interesting and fun for me. Of course, the
one I knew the best and blown the most was my dad's I knew exactly what
he liked, exactly how to switch between licking him with my tongue and
taking him in my mouth. I knew how far he liked me to take him in and
when to just nibble on the head or deep throat his entire cock.
Best of all, I could recognize the signs of when he was getting close to
cumming and know how to either back off enough to keep him aroused or
when to finish him off for the grand finale. Privately, my dad has told
me that I blow him even better than my mom, which is about the greatest
compliment he could ever give me!
Several times he almost came and I tasted his precum. I knew if I kept
pushing it that sooner or later he wouldn't be able to stop and I had
more ideas of what I wanted to do with my dad than just a BJ. Holding
his cock in my hand, I stood back up. My dad had turned off the water
shortly after I had started sucking him which made it easier for me so I
no longer felt the heat of the stream against me. I looked up at him
with my best "innocent little girl" look I could muster.
"Don't you want to fuck me daddy?" I asked him softly.
My dad hugged me tightly once again and again I felt his dick digging
into me, even more so this time if that were possible. His hands reached
around and grabbed my firm ass, one butt cheek in each of his large
hands. I felt him squeeze my ass and pull my naked body in even tighter
against his.
"Oh baby
.you know I do," he replied, just a gentle whisper in my ear.
"Tell me what you want daddy," I begged him, wanting to hear him say it.
I knew perfectly well what he wanted of me at that moment but it still
thrilled me to hear him say it, no matter how many times I had heard him
repeat it before. It was a little game I played with him at times and he
usually went along with it to make me happy.
"Oh Kelly, I want to fuck you so bad," he said, a little louder as his
lust grew even stronger. "I want to feel my daughter's pussy around my
cock. I want you to do be a good girl, to do whatever your father tells
you to."
"Then fuck me daddy," I pleaded.
My pussy wanted his cock so bad I thought my crotch was going to explode.
Masturbation's great and all, but nothing beats having the real thing
inside of you, especially your dad's. "Please daddy, PLEASE fuck me."
Really, what father would turn down his daughter's plea to fuck her, even
if he hadn't already made up his mind to do so? I was more fortunate
than most girls in that I knew my dad was going to fuck me from the
moment I saw him standing there nude outside the shower so all this was
just a little fun game for us. How many fathers who hadn't given in to
their private lust for their daughters would really say no if she came to
him and begged him to take her? Not many, I would bet!
There was something about hearing his daughter beg to be fucked that
always seemed to turn on some sort of sexual switch in my dad's brain.
Sure he was already horny and already lusted for me, but the expression
on his face and the intensity of his eyes as they stared at me suddenly
took rose to another level entirely, like some sort of sexual afterburner
had just kicked in. Up to this point, I could look at him and see a
horny dad, turned on by his slut of a daughter. Now it was more, MUCH
more. Now I saw a man totally consumed by his most deepest and base
hunger. It was like I wasn't even his daughter anymore but more like a
lamb alone with a starving wolf.
Although I could never imagine wanting to turn him down at this point,
sometimes when I look back at these times I have to question whether he
would even allow me if I did. A darker force was now in control and he
was going to not just fuck me, he was going to mate me like some wild
animal in heat. My heart pounded as I waited for him to make his move,
both from the excitement of the moment and perhaps even a little bit of
fear if I was to be perfectly honest with myself. I trusted my father
explicitly and submitted myself totally to him because of that. Even so,
that look like the one he now had was sometimes a bit intimidating!
Without another word he turned me around and pushed me forward such that
I was leaning against the back wall with my ass sticking out for him like
some bitch in heat, presenting herself to her mate. He was completely in
charge, putting me in the position he wanted. As horny as he was, I knew
he wouldn't take much longer to enter me and sure enough, within seconds
I felt his hand opening me up and the head of his incestuous cock was
pressing against my pussy.
As soaking wet as I was, it was easy for him to enter me and he quickly
plunged his dick deep inside of me. I groaned loudly as my pussy was
finally filled with a cock, just as I had been fantasizing so many times
earlier today.
"Oh daddy, that feels soooooo good," I moaned softly, although it was
considerably amplified in the confined quarters of the shower.
Dad didn't say a word but just went to work stroking himself in and out
of me slowly, as if he was savoring each inch of penetration. It felt
like a bow being drawn across a tight string on a violin as his hard dick
rubbed against the sensitive inner lining of the opening to my pussy.
When his head would almost come out of me, the increased diameter would
stretch me out just enough to send a chill through me until he re-entered
me again. God, this was what I had been wanting all day and I was
finally getting it!
"Fuck me daddy, fuck me faster," I pleaded, rocking my ass back and forth
in time with his strokes.
"Oh yeah," he groaned, "God I love fucking you, fucking my little slut."
Between my blowjob and now the feeling of my tight pussy around his cock,
I knew my dad wasn't going to last long and sure enough, I could tell
from the way he was pounding himself into me and the frequency of his
strokes that he was ready to cum.
"Cum in me daddy... I want to feel your cum inside of me."
One of the things I loved about fucking my dad was he wasn't into the
"cum all over the girl" thing like porno movies seem to have convinced
guys that girls supposedly love. While most girls I know, including me,
put up with it and pretend to like it because we know it turns a guy on,
the reality is that I would much prefer it go where God intended it my
mouth or my pussy. Cum is a mess to clean up, especially when it gets in
your hair and besides, it just feels good when a guy cums in you.
I heard a loud gasp from my dad and he pulled me back into him as he
drove himself forward, trying to penetrate me as much as possible. I
knew what that meant, he was cumming any second now.
"Oh god, here it comes," he groaned, "Take your daddy's cum you little
horny bitch."
He didn't have to tell me that as I already knew what I wanted. I wanted
my dad to cum in me, to release his sperm into me, to complete the
ultimate act of incest with me the act of mating his own daughter. I
mean, he wasn't just cumming in his wife, lover, or just any old girl.
No, he was now shooting load after load of his cum into his own daughter,
the one girl in the world that he was most responsible for taking care of
and protecting. How could he possible demonstrate his love and respect
for me more than what he was doing at this very moment? What more could
I as his daughter ever ask for?
He may have been my father but he was still a man, That meant his own
orgasm didn't last long and it was over quickly. Just like a man, when
he was done, he was done. Being he IS my dad, he did try to make an
effort to appear interested in me after he had cum but I knew the truth.
A few more jerks and he let his last load loose in me and it was all
over. Holding himself in me for a few moments to savor our time
together, he soon pulled out and gave me a kiss before exiting the tub.
I stood up and watched him dry himself off. When he was done he turned
to me and smiled.
"Shit, you really ARE something else, you know that don't you?"
I just smiled as if I was embarrassed by the attention although my heart
was swelling with pride at being able to take care of my father in this
way.
"Well, I hope this helps you to just remember your dear old dad tomorrow
when all those guys are fucking you," he said with a grin as he left to
get dressed again.
It certainly did! As soon as he was out of sight I turned the shower
back on. For a moment I started to reach for the shampoo but my pussy
was feeling so hot and bothered after just having been fucked that it
wasn't ready to quit!
"OK, one last time and that's all you hear?" I jokingly said to my
pussy. With that, I went back to work yet again. Yep, like my dad had
observed, there are times when I just can't get enough!
Chapter 3 Beth Picks Me Up
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Friday night eventually arrived although all day I could have sworn
something had happened to the space-time continuum or whatever as the
clocks seemed to grind to a halt. Beth picked me up before my parents
got home from work (late as they usually were) and we set off for the
party, wherever it was going to be this time as I had no idea.
"Well, well... someone looks like she's been getting some," Beth teased
me as I settled into the passenger seat.
"Why do you say that?" I responded, trying to act innocent.
"Ohhhhhh, you just have that glow about you," she giggled, "You know,
that 'I've just been fucked' look."
I just grinned and kept my silence but she wasn't going to let it drop
that easily.
"Let me guess... Daddy?" she teased me, "C'mon, fess up... did Kelly
get it from her daddy recently?"
I reached over and slapped her leg playfully. She was wearing something
that was suppose to be a skirt, I think, but it was so short it wasn't
easily identified! That was OK with me as Beth had some of the greatest
legs of any girl I knew. Looking her over quickly, the blouse she was
wearing obviously had no intention of staying on too long either given it
was almost sheer with only a couple of the buttons done up.
I've been jealous of Beth's boobs since I was fourteen and trying to
convince my mom I was ready to move up from a training bra while Beth was
already a B cup and almost a C. These days they were at least a D and
probably more likely a DD, that is, if she worried about what bra size
she wore. Most girls with boobs her size wore a bras as much out of
practical necessity than anything - but not Beth. She loved to bounce
and jiggle and it was amazing how firm she was given the size of her
boobs.
"Alright, so don't tell me," she huffed, "But don't think I don't know!"
We both laughed at that. If anyone would know, it was Beth. Although
I'm not the least bit ashamed of it, incest is not exactly the type of
thing you advertise to the world so as a general rule, I don't discuss it
with anybody outside my family. It's actually one reason I like to write
about it and publish my diary as it's the only opportunity I have to
really discuss it with people.
Beth has been my best friend since I can remember, yet it actually wasn't
until last year that we played around together sexually. Perhaps it was
the closeness of our relationship that prevented us, I don't know but
anyway, even now we didn't fool around with each other all that much
other than maybe masturbating when we were together. As a result, Beth
was like another member of our family so even though it shocked me at the
time, I guess it was inevitable that she would someday be fucked by my
dad.
I say I was shocked because if anyone knows anything about me and my
parents, they know that we believe in the sanctity of marriage. My
parents have never cheated on one another in over twenty years of
marriage and I can't believe they ever will. Both of them are in love
with the other even more today than they were on their wedding night. To
commit adultery, even if one of them gave "permission", was something
neither of them could ever condone.
So when I watched my dad give in one day and fuck Beth in our hot tub
while my mom watched from my bedroom window, you could say I was more
than a bit surprised. Although he has only done her twice, and probably
never will again, I guess I have rationalized it as she is "virtual"
family given our close relationship over our lifetimes.
Although Beth wasn't exactly thrilled by it at the time, I later returned
the favor and seduced her father until he fucked me as well. I was
pretty proud of myself, actually, as he didn't want to do me at first.
Well, I was sure he WANTED to, it was just he didn't think he should.
Judging from the way he avoids me now, I'm pretty sure he regrets doing
it but that doesn't matter to me, I got what I wanted out if it and I
know he loved it at the time.
So again, if anyone knew how I was feeling, it was Beth!
Chapter 4 The Party Gets Started
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It didn't take long to get to the home where the party was being held.
It wasn't anything out of the ordinary, your standard brick Pittsburgh
house with a slate roof and manicured lawn. A couple of cars were
already in the driveway so Beth parked on the street.
Getting out of the car, I noticed a neighbor across the street watching
and so did Beth. The natural tease in her took over and when she got out
of the car, she let her skirt, what there was of it, ride up and reveal a
thin black thong. It was nothing but a few strings in the back and in
front it barely covered her pussy but it was still technically a thong.
I'm sure the old fart got a good view of her in the remaining sunlight
and she made sure he did before pulling the few inches of material down
to cover herself.
The two of us held hands as we walked up to the home. Someone must have
been watching because before we could knock the door opened and a cute
couple, a blonde and rather handsome guy, greeted us. The girl looked
familiar but the guy was a total stranger to me. Since I didn't make
many of these parties and I knew the attendance varied, that wasn't
surprising.
Beth and I stepped in and as I passed the guy, I felt a hand grab my ass
and playfully squeeze it briefly. I ignored it and acted as though
nothing had happened but I would have loved to have known who it was that
had grabbed a feel him or her?
So far it appeared not many people were there yet. There were two other
guys and one other girl that I could see as we walked down the entry hall
and into the living room. So far it looked like I was the only one not
in a skirt. It's not like the shorts I was wearing were exactly
conservative my dad referred to them as "Kelly's streetwalkers". I was
wearing a tube top that helped to emphasize what boobs I had. They
practically screamed "she's not wearing a bra!" from the way my nipples
poked through the material.
Like the other girls, I was wearing strap-on heels although mine were
only about four inches whereas some of the others were almost qualified
to be called stilts. All said and done, the dress code today seemed to
be slutty skirts but someone apparently forgot to send me the memo. As
for the guys... well, they were dressed like guys. Jeans and t-shirts
were the order of the day, apparently without a whole lot of attention to
fashion. I suppose in the end it didn't matter since I doubted they
would be wearing them for long, but a little class sometimes goes a long
way for me.
Beth and I took a place on a love seat that was unoccupied and I was
pleasantly surprised when one of the guys offered to get us something to
drink. Beth asked for some white wine while I stuck to my usual Diet
Coke. I've never been much of a drinker, not out of any moral or ethical
concerns, but mostly because I simply don't care for the taste. Beer,
especially, is vile so far as I am concerned.
Now and then I might have a nice glass of wine with my parents along with
dinner but that's about it. Not many people can say they've never been
drunk in their lives, but I'm one of them. If other people want to
drink, that's their business but nothing turns me off more than a drunk
horny guy!
At first you would've thought we were at one of my parent's bridge clubs
or something. We introduced ourselves, discussed the weather, local
events and such without anyone committing to anything serious. About ten
minutes after Beth and I arrived, two more people showed up, a guy and
girl, leaving the count now at four guys and four girls. Typically,
attendance at these events ran about twenty or more in total so I
wondered where everyone was.
Mike stood up at this point and got everyone's attention. Knowing his
name was actually pretty significant. Normally there were so many people
it was impossible to even think about remembering anyone and typically we
never got around to any type of introductions in the first place. With
only eight of us, by now each of us knew the other's names which already
made this a little more personal for me than any of the previous parties.
Everyone there had apparently been at one of these before so Mike
announced that there would be no initiation ceremony. A collective sigh
went up and we all laughed at our simultaneous response.
Understandably, Mike and Tanya especially looked disappointed since as
the hosts it would have been their responsibility to "initiate" the
newcomer in front of the rest of us to kick things off. I remember when
it was my first time and I learned that I had to be initiated. My first
reaction was to run out, my second was to slap Beth, but then finally I
said "What the hell?" and let him fuck me in front of everyone. It
turned me on and actually was a great way to get yourself involved when
you were new and unsure of yourself.
Without an initiation to get things rolling and start the juices flowing
(literally), it seemed a bit awkward at first, especially with a group
this small. Other than Mike and Tanya, there didn't seem to be any other
"couples" in the group so there was no natural pairing off or anything at
first. This was exactly why I've not always found these parties to be my
favorite thing to do. I couldn't help but feel like I was some cheap
whore at a club waiting for a guy to pick me out from the crowd so he
could fuck me in the back room.
Beth, bless her horny soul, wasn't about to wait for anything and so she
took some initiative and went over to where two of the guys were drinking
beers. Although I couldn't hear what she said to them, from the grins on
their faces I could easily imagine. The three of them walked out towards
what looked to be the kitchen where I was willing to bet that Beth was
going to be finding something good to eat pretty quick.
On the couch across from me, Lizzie and Spencer started to make out so it
looked like they would be busy for a while. That left two girls and one
guy, including me, so I wondered how things would match up. My
expectations were that they would approach me for some threesome action
and sure enough, the two of them quickly moved over to stand in front of
me.
"Hi Kelly," Tanya started off, "I remember you from last year the pool
party I think."
She was vaguely familiar but I couldn't quite place her but that really
didn't matter. I didn't say anything so she continued.
"That's so cool because Mike and I first met at that party," Tanya
continued, "He's got a great cock, wanna suck it?"
Well, I guess THAT is what is called getting straight to the point.
Still, I wasn't offended as after all, isn't that why I came?
"Sure," I answered, "You going to help me?"
I reached for Mike's jeans as he moved up closer to me but to my
surprise, Tanya shook her head.
"Noooooo, I'm not really into that," she explained to me, "I just want to
watch."
Well, if that was all she wanted, then that was fine with me. I was just
trying to be polite in the first place when I asked her to share with me.
I didn't blame her at all, I prefer to have a guy's dick to myself also
unless it's with my mom or cousins.
After I unbuttoned his jeans, I unzipped them and pulled them down to the
floor where he pulled his sneakers off with his feet and then stepped out
of his jeans. Another surprise he was wearing boxers. Most guys
didn't bother wearing underwear to these parties, I guess because they
figured it just a waste of their time.
Mike's were black silk so they felt really good in my hands as I pulled
them down and off of him. Again a surprise (when would these end?), he
was still flaccid and small. Wow! Now THAT was self-control! He raised
his t-shirt up and over his head to take it off as well, leaving him
standing nude right in front of me. Not a bad deal for me!
Overall I would have given Mike maybe an 8 of 10 in a body contest. He
was in pretty good shape with just a hint of love handles starting to
show on his waist. As for his age, I was guessing late twenties or early
thirties. Of course, the thing I was most interested in was hanging down
between his legs. Tanya was right, he DID appear to have a pretty decent
dick! He was limp so it was hard to tell what the results would
eventually be but it looked promising.
The one thing that immediately turned me off, though, was that he was
totally shaved over every inch of his body except his head and I do
mean every inch. It was horrible of me to feel this way and I tried to
block it from my mind but no matter what I did, I still couldn't help but
look at his bald crotch. Oh well, it was still a cock so I would just
have to make do.
Reaching out, I took his dick in my hand and pulled on it gently to see
how far it would stretch. It was still pretty limp which gave me hope
that he had plenty of growth potential. Looking over at Tanya, I saw she
had taken a position on the arm of the loveseat and was sitting there
watching us, not doing a whole lot herself. Taking in a deep breath, I
leaned forward and took the head of his dick in my mouth and gently
sucked it, licking the tip with my tongue inside of my mouth.
"C'mon Kelly, suck him," Tanya urged me.
Well, if there was one thing I really didn't need any encouragement to
do, it was to suck a cock, that's for sure. Over the years I've been a
little particular regarding whose cock gets inside of my pussy, but when
it comes to blowing a guy, so long as he's clean that's about all I care
about. Why get all worked up over what he looks like or weighs when all
you care about is his cock? Frankly, I didn't give a damn about Mike as
a person; all I was here for to get a good taste of his dick.
Under the circumstances, my goal was to get him to cum, not to see how
long I could make this last. After all, it wasn't like his was the only
cock around or anything. Holding his balls gently in my right hand, I
started to suck more on his dick, pulling on it gently between my lips
and licking it with my tongue. The response was even quicker than I had
expected as almost instantly I felt his cock begin to grow in my mouth.
Feeling a guy's cock grow in my mouth is an incredibly erotic sensation
for me. It just seems rather surreal to feel this thing in my mouth
GROWING and stiffening. What turns me on more about it was knowing WHY
it's doing it because of me. Some guys take a while to get erect while
others seem to have a pump hooked up straight to his dick.
Mike was definitely one of the latter as his cock seemed to grow each
time my head went down on him again as I did a traditional head bob. Now
and then when I would bottom out on his cock, my face would press against
his bare crotch and I found myself wishing he had that bush of hair to
cushion and tickle my face.
As things turned out, Mike wasn't quite as well-endowed as what Tanya had
led me to believe but he was a respectable five or six inches once he got
erect. Actually, that was by far more typical than all these guys
claiming to have eight inch dicks. One good thing was that while he
wasn't as long as a lot of guys, he as pretty thick and damn hard as
well. Once he was erect it would have taken a vise and hammer to bend
that cock!
I ran my tongue up and down his smooth shaft, looking over at the same
time to see how Tanya was doing. Apparently, quite well for herself
judging from how fast her hand was moving under her skirt. I hadn't
noticed if she originally had panties on or not when we started but she
definitely didn't have any on now. She had a shaved pussy as well which
I guess went along with Mike. I just hoped they both kept themselves
well shaved or the stubble wars might have been hell!
"Cum on her face Mike," Tanya called over to Mike, her voice sounding a
bit strained and I wondered if she was about to cum herself. It wasn't
the advice I would have given but then I was just the girl sucking the
guy's dick so what say did I have in the matter!
Mike must have seen a few too many porn movies because just as I could
feel his dick beginning to swell in preparation for his cumming, he
pulled himself out and grabbed his cock in his hand to finish himself
off.
"Open your mouth," he said quickly, jerking himself off furiously, right
in front of me.
A ray of hope entered my mind maybe he would aim for my mouth and not
get it all over my face? In the end, that may have been his intentions
judging from the way he held himself in front of my mouth.
Unfortunately, it was not the will of the gods apparently as when he came
he jerked so badly that he sprayed himself all over my face, hair, and
body.
God! He was like a fire hose, spewing sperm all over me in what seemed
to be endless streams of cum. Some of made its way into my mouth giving
me a nice taste of his cum, but the majority of it missed and was now god
knows where on me.
"Mmmmmmm, nice job baby," Tanya congratulated him, stepping over to take
him away from me. The she bent over and I thought for a minute she
wanted to kiss me but her mouth veered at the last second and I felt her
tongue along my chin.
"Nice," was all she said as she lifted her head away and I saw her tongue
covered with the sperm he had deposited on me just a few minutes before.
Then she leaned over one last time and kissed me on the lips briefly
before getting back up again.
"C'mon Mike," I heard her say as they walked away, "My turn now."
For a moment I thought maybe she meant with me but apparently she was
looking to get fucked by one of the other guys. I had a pretty good idea
now whose hand had fondled me when Beth and I first walked in.
Chapter 5 Fucked While Cleaning Up
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I need to get his cum cleaned up from me before someone else wanted to be
with me so guessed it was on the other side of the kitchen and so I went
in the kitchen to see. For a moment I had forgotten about Beth but when
I turned the corner it was sort of hard to forget her any longer. She
was naked except for her micro-skirt which was pulled up around her
waist. She was riding one guy's cock who was sitting on a kitchen chair
while sucking the dick of the other. Her ass was facing the guy she was
fucking while he had his hands on her hips, helping her to keep it going.
My timing was perfect as just when I walked in the guy she was blowing
erupted and spewed cum all over her face. Unlike me, Beth loved it when
guys did that and she didn't even open her mouth to let any of his cum
inside. He had a pretty good load himself and I saw globs of it in her
hair. I just shook my head because I could already hear her complaining
later about how hard it was getting it out. Oh well, she asked for it!
Beth looked at me with a nasty grin on her cum-covered face and I winked
at her and kept on walking until sure enough, I found the bathroom.
Looking in the mirror, I realized I was more of a mess than I had
imagined and it wasn't until that moment that I realized that this was
what Beth had seen on me when we were just together. No wonder she had
grinned at me the way she had.
I started to wash myself off when the door suddenly opened, making me
realize that I hadn't locked it behind me. To my surprise, in walked
Mike.
"I figured you'd be fucking Tanya by now," I teased him as he apologized
for intruding. Despite his words, I noticed that he wasn't making any
attempt to walk out either. I also noticed that he was still sporting a
decent hard-on as well. You had to hand it to him, the guy had stamina!
"Oh, she got sidetracked by your friend back there," he responded,
"What's her name... Beth?"
I nodded and he chuckled saying, "Well, your friend is one hell of a
nympho. I don't think I've been to a party here she wasn't there as
well. Tanya couldn't resist joining in with her again, they make quite a
pair you know."
Well, THAT was news to me. Beth had never mentioned anything about a
regular girl-girl gig at these parties. Hmmmmmm, the things you learn
about your best friend!
"So then, why are you in here?" I asked, my eyes fixed on his dick which
he was starting to stroke slowly to keep it erect.
"This IS the only bathroom on this floor, you know," he laughed.
"Yeah? Then why aren't you taking a pee?" I countered.
Mike chuckled and replied, "Well, let's just say we have some unfinished
business."
I looked at him with one eyebrow cocked. What was he talking about? My
expression must have told him that I didn't know what he was talking
about because he then proceeded to explain.
"You DO give one hell of a BJ, you know, but I didn't get a chance to
screw you."
It was a little crude but effective in its own way. Looking at his erect
cock, the prospect didn't seem all that bad to me either. I guess I
could have teased him a bit and pretended to be uncertain but what would
be the point of it all? Frankly, I wanted him to fuck me just as bad as
he did. So I just did what any other horny girl would do under the
circumstances.
"What are you waiting for then?" I asked, turning to expose my butt to
him and then spreading my legs apart and leaning over to let him get an
eyeful of my nice ass and pussy. Despite his bravado, for whatever
reason I seemed to have caught him off guard; maybe he was expecting me
to banter some more with him without giving in so easily. Well, it
wasn't like we were at some church party after all, so why not get down
to what we all came for?
"Well, are ya going to fuck me or not?"
That got Mike moving and he grinned broadly as he moved in behind me. As
for me, I didn't care whose it was, all I wanted was a dick in me, the
hell with any foreplay or whatever. Fortunately, Mike must have been
thinking along the same lines because I immediately felt his cock
pressing up against my asshole. Wrong move!
"Not there," I warned him, reaching between my legs to move his dick to
my pussy.
What is it with the anal crap anyway? I have never understood why any
guy would want to stick in dick in the same hole my shit exits from when
a perfectly good pussy is waiting for him! I have to admit that it feels
pretty good when a guy licks my asshole but I'll be damn if I will even
kiss him afterwards, let alone return the favor.
Fortunately he didn't put up a fuss like some guys have when I tell them
no anal. No sooner than he felt himself against my pussy then I was
almost knocked off my feet as he grabbed me by the hips and rammed his
cock deep into me in one hard motion. For a moment it hurt as his cock
violated me without warning but that was quickly overwhelmed by the
sensations created when his dick began to stroke quickly in and out of
me.
"Damn, you're fucking tight," he said between grunts as he banged his
crotch up against my ass with each inward stroke.
If there was one thing I was proud of about my body, it was the way my
pussy was still as tight as it was back when I was sixteen. My dad said
I was even tighter than Kristi, who was two years younger than me. Then
again, Kristi had probably been fucked twice as much as me and she loved
her big dildos whereas I preferred my own fingers. Still, it was nice to
know I had something about me that was better than my cute cousin.
In retrospect, I'm not sure what this says about me, but at the moment,
the only thing on my mind was the feeling of his cock inside of me. What
would he have said if he knew that I really didn't even care much about
who he was or anything about him other than what he had between his legs
to fill my pussy with? Under the circumstances, facing away from him as
he drilled me from behind was the best position as I wasn't even
interested in looking at him.
Frankly, if there was some way to detach his dick from him and just use
it to fuck me, that would have been fine by me! (Alright, don't say I
should just use a dildo they arent the same as the real thing.)
Mike wasn't exactly doing anything to make this a Kodak moment himself.
He was just fucking me in the purest sense of the word. Neither of us
said a word to the other. This was the epitome of why I tell people I
don't do sex parties that often it was just cold, impersonal sex. Yet
at this moment, that was what I wanted.
When my dad fucks me, I have to be sure that his needs are met, that his
lust is fulfilled in whatever way he wants. That's not to say I don't
enjoy it; of course I do. The point is that his feelings and needs come
before mine. When other guys fuck me, it's just for the sexual thrill
and pleasure but I still can't help but be concerned somewhat about the
guy's needs. If nothing else, I would hope that when we are done his
memories of me are of the best fuck he has ever had. There's also the
little matter that he's certainly going to tell his friends and a girl's
got to think about maintaining her reputation!
This was one of those rare times when I could just let a guy fuck me and
not give a damn about him. This was sex in its purest and rawest form
unemotional and uncaring, each partner only concerned about self-
gratification. The funny thing for me was that as much as I crave a good
orgasm, I wasn't even trying for one now. Was it that I didn't want to
give him the satisfaction?
In any case, unlike him, I don't NEED to always cum to fulfill my needs.
What I DID need, though, was for HIM to cum. What good as it just to
have his dick in me if he wasn't going to fill me with sperm at the end?
What I wanted was to know that me and my pussy could get him to the point
of no return, to that event which he couldn't stop once it was in
progress, all because of sexy little me.
It was a little more than that as well. There is just something that
hits my emotional buttons when a guy cums inside my pussy. I can't even
imagine how much sperm has been released inside of me but it never fails
to thrill me as much as it did the first time my boyfriend came in me
back when I was only fourteen years old.
In my mind I imagine his dick inside of my pussy, the head surrounded by
me, caressed by me and then suddenly I feel the warmth in me and I try to
imagine how it must look when his sperm shoots out from the tip of his
cock and spreads out inside of me. I imagine all those millions of live
sperm, futilely making their way deeper inside of me in search of an egg
that isn't there.
Mike was about at that point now, judging from the way he was holding
himself deep in me, pressing his crotch tight up against my ass like he
was trying to push his dick up to my throat. Then it happened. Mike
groaned as if he was in pain as I felt him jerk behind me and that warm
glow I loved so well swelled deep inside of my pussy. Mmmmmmm, he was
cumming and nothing was going to stop him now until he was finished.
There was something about the finality of it, the knowledge that once set
in motion this wouldn't stop until we were done, that thrilled me. It
would be like watching a tidal wave heading for you on shore, knowing
that it was coming and there was not a damn thing you could do about it.
Considering he had just cum not that long ago, Mike was still able to
give me a respectable load of sperm. When he was done I wondered for a
second what he would do next. God, the last thing I wanted to do at this
point was snuggle!
Mike abruptly pulled his dick out of me and without a word, he turned and
left the bathroom, leaving me bent over with his cum dripping from my
pussy. I stood up and looked in the mirror. Damn, now I really looked
like a mess! There was a brush next to the sink which I used to try and
straighten out my hair somewhat. Splashing some cold water on my face, I
dried myself of with a towel from under the sink, rubbing my face
vigorously and then drawing the terrycloth over my boobs and then between
my legs to wipe up his cum.
Well, THAT was interesting, to say the least!
Chapter 6 Gangbanged
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I gathered myself up and headed out of the bathroom and back into the
kitchen. Beth must have wrapped things up with her guys as nobody was in
there. I opened the refrigerator and was pleased to find my drink of
choice was available Diet Coke. Opening up the can, I leaned back
against the sink and took in a long swig. The carbonation helped clean
out the cum taste that was still in my mouth from my earlier BJ of Mike.
I could hear something coming from the living room but couldn't make out
exactly what it was. I had about half the can down and was debating what
to do next. Honestly, I think if Beth was to walk in and say it was time
to go home, I would have gladly left. It had been an experience tonight
and so far the party was just as I would have expected simple and
impersonal. I'd sucked a cock and been fucked adequately so what more
could I ask for?
I had been in the kitchen all alone now for about ten minutes and I was
beginning to wonder what was going on. Eventually my curiosity overcame
me and I walked over to take a look in the living room. What I saw both
turned me and yet at the same time pissed me off a bit.
In the middle of the living room carpet was Beth with the other girl,
each laying on her side with her head between the other's legs.
Surrounding them, seated on various chairs and the couch, were the three
guys, each stroking himself as he watched the 69 show being put on in
front of him. Now why hadn't I been invited to this little session?
Then I noticed that Mike and Tanya weren't in the room. Hmmm, something
told me that Tanya hadn't quite approved of Mike's bathroom antics. I
suppose having him walk out with his dick covered with my pussy juices
might have tipped off Tanya that he hadn't just gone in to take a pee!
If that was the case, it seemed pretty stupid of Tanya considering she
had to have known what a guy like Mike would be doing given the
opportunities at this party. Maybe one of them wasn't feeling well
either and so they had to leave but somehow I didn't think that was the
case here.
When I walked in, the guys noticed me first but they seemed more
interested in the lesbian show. Beth was laying such that she could see
me when she looked up but she seemed too interested in the hairy pussy
her face was buried in to notice I was there. I couldn't believe she
hadn't invited me to this. Admittedly, I had sort of isolated myself
from the party being with Mike so much, but that didn't excuse her
completely.
Since the girls seemed happy with their situation, I figured the guys
were fair game. A sudden urge struck me to show that I could be part of
this too and I could party just as much as Beth and the other girl.
Sure, I may prefer 1-1 sex when I'm on my own, but that doesn't mean I
can't keep up with anyone else when it comes to sexual games. (Well,
maybe not my cousin Kristi but then, who could?)
Walking over to the nearest guy, I leaned over and said seductively,
"Wouldn't you rather do something besides just watch and jerk off?"
Spencer (I think that was his name) looked up at me and then ran his eyes
up and down my nude body. "Whatcha have in mind?"
"Well, how about the three of you fucking me?" I suggested, "After all,
it only seems fair since the girls seem to be taking care of themselves
without you."
The other guys were looking over at me now, probably wondering what was
going on. Spencer motioned for them to come over to where he was sitting
on the couch. I switched places with him such that the three of them
were standing in front of me as I sat there like a queen holding court.
All three of them were pretty good looking but their cocks were all
unique. Spencer, the first guy I had approached, definitely had the
biggest cock. It wasn't huge but by comparison to the other guys, he was
at least an inch or two larger. Andy had the smallest dick. The poor
guy must have been teased all his life. Damn, I have been laid by
fifteen year-old boys that would've put him to shame! Then there was
Simon, who like the Momma Bear, was in between the other two. He had the
classic dick, about five or six inches at most with a bit of a banana
curve to it. All of them had nice hairy crotches so that pleased me as
well.
"Hmmmmmm," I stalled as I debated how to do this. Then a light went on
over my head and I knew what I wanted.
"OK, here's how it's going to go down... Spencer you fuck me while I
blow Andy and Simon fucks my boobs."
Seemed simple enough to me but they looked confused. Typical guys!
"All together or one at a time?" Andy asked. He looked a little panicked
and I wondered if he had ever gangbanged a girl before. With his small
dick he probably was a little shy around girls, let alone do it with
other guys.
"All at once, silly!" I admonished him, "Now let's get going, I'm horny."
That was certainly true. It was hard to believe a few minutes before I
had been contemplating leaving and going back home. I guess I can be
forgiven for changing my mind when three naked studs are standing in
front of me sporting erections, each wanting a piece of me for
themselves. Spencer look the most happy with the situation, which was
easy to figure out since he was assigned to fuck me first.
Turning to Andy and Simon, I said, "Don't worry guys, you'll get to fuck
me before its over so don't think Simon's getting all the pussy."
From the looks on their faces, I guess I had underestimated how badly
they all wanted to fuck me. Spencer, who had previously looked like the
cat who had just eaten the canary, looked a little crestfallen on
learning he had to share my cunt with the other guys. The other two,
though, both looked noticeably happier with the arrangement.
Laying back on the couch, I started to rub my boobs and pussy to tease
them a bit.
"Well, what are you all waiting for... an engraved invitation?" I teased
them even more, "C'mon boys, come and get it."
The three of them looked at one another as if uncertain how to proceed.
I guess they hadn't done this before at a previous party which sort of
surprised me but then I didn't know what they had done in the past. Andy
took the initiative and started to straddle my chest but I knew that
wouldn't leave room for Simon.
"Other way around," I said, motioning for him to get on above my head.
He appeared confused at first but then seemed to figure it out and he
kneeled behind my head and lowered his cock to my face. His hairy balls
surrounded my nose as his cock slid into my open mouth. Mmmmmmm, he
smelled so damn sexy with a mixture of his male musk and sweat.
With Andy's ass covering my head, I couldn't see much else but it didn't
take a psychic to figure out what was happening below. Simon took the
position that Andy was first inclined to and I felt his hands on my
boobs, pulling them together to surround his cock. I didn't have the
world's greatest boobs and so this was not something I normally had a guy
do to me, but they were at least big enough to be able to rub the sides
of his cock although not nearly as much as your typically porn movie
would show.
With two dicks working on me, Spencer was the last to take up his
position. His hands spread my legs apart until my outer leg actually
fell off the couch and then he raised my inner leg until it rested on the
top of the couch. I was still pretty wet from my previous fucking, not
to mention the remnants of Mike's cum in me, so he had an easier time of
getting his dick in me than Mike had. He went right to work without any
further fanfare, stroking himself in and out of me slowly.
It had been a long time since anything like this had happened to me.
Three cocks were working me over, two of them in me and the other rubbing
against my boobs. Not a bad situation to be in if you asked me! For a
girl who loved cock as much as I did, this was about as good as it gets!
To be perfectly honest, it was hard to concentrate on all three of them.
My attention would wander between the cock in my mouth, to the one in my
pussy and then to the feeling of the other on my boobs. It wasn't like I
went in a continuous circle between them but instead went from one to the
other in a rather random order. Andy's little dick was easy to take in
my mouth while Spencer's larger cock was making my hungry pussy respond.
Three horny guys fucking one slutty girl didn't exactly set the stage for
a long, intimate love making scene. They had been stroking themselves
pretty vigorously when I came in to the room so it wasn't like they were
starting from scratch or anything. If nothing else, it was like they
were in a race to see who could cum first!
If it WAS a race, Andy won. Actually, the boy caught me by surprise. It
is a rare day when a guy cums and I'm not ready for it as there are
usually all sorts of signs to warn me. Usually he starts to stroke
himself deeper and faster, there is the faster breathing, and then the
almost imperceptible swelling of his dick as the cum prepares to explode
from him.
Maybe it was because I was distracted by the other two that I missed
these in Andy, or maybe he was just fast, but whatever the reason his cum
burst into my mouth so quickly I almost choked on it. Recovering
quickly, I sucked hard on his cock, trying to draw every drop from him
that I could. He only had a couple of large loads, followed by a few
smaller ones before he pulled back from my mouth.
I knew what Andy wanted, why he had pulled out of my mouth just after
cumming. Like most men, he wanted to see the fruits of his labors, to
see his cum on my tongue and in my mouth. He needn't have worried; I
wasn't going to disappoint him by swallowing it down immediately. I
stuck out my cum-covered tongue and then blew cum bubbles between my
lips. It was all a show for him as I would have been happy enough just
to swallow it and get things over with.
The best thing about Andy cumming first and getting off of me was that it
let me see Simon in front of me. I lifted my head enough to see his dick
sliding between my boobs. It was just in the nick of time as it turned
out. Maybe it was the sight of seeing Andy's cum in my mouth, maybe it
was just his time, but whatever the reason it was Simon's turn. He
didn't know how lucky he was! Not many guys get to cum between my boobs
but in this case I made an exception and I felt the warm cum hit me on
each of my boobs and then on my upper chest.
Simon wasn't exactly the mother lode of cum either but he shot a
respectable load. He used his dick to spread it around my boobs, running
the tip of his cock over my nipples until each was covered with sperm.
With Simon and Andy out of the way, that left Spencer. If you had asked
me from the start, I would have bet on Spencer as being the first to cum.
After all, his cock was fucking the ultimate cock-pleaser a girl's wet
pussy. It wasn't like he was holding out THAT much more though. Within
a minute of Simon getting off of me, Spencer finally came and for the
second time at the party I felt a guy's dick releasing his load in me. I
guess Mike had spoiled me because Spencer didn't have near the same
amount of cum but I wasn't complaining.
Unlike the other two, who had immediately dismounted once they had cum,
Spencer didn't appear too willing to throw in the towel. After he had
finished cumming, he kept his dick in me and actually started stroking
himself in and out of me again. You had to give him credit, he was
taking all the pussy that he could get.
"Sorry big boy, I promised Andy and Simon they could get some pussy too."
Spencer looked a little dejected but he accepted my decree. Reluctantly,
he withdrew from me and my pussy had that empty feeling I always get
whenever a cock suddenly leaves it. Fortunately, in this case there were
two more waiting.
Thank god for the resilience of youth! Had my dad been one of them, he
would've had to wait an hour or two usually before he was hard enough to
fuck me again. Not these guys though! Both of them had just cum and yet
they were still horny enough to stay hard to fuck me. Pardon my ego, but
I like to think some of it had to do with the girl they wanted to fuck as
well.
Andy and Simon looked at each other, sizing up the other to see who would
go next. Not surprisingly, the guy with the bigger dick took control.
He was about to settle in place where Spencer had been but I wanted more
than just another fucking like the first. After all, variety is the
spice of life! To Simon's surprise, I got up from the couch and pushed
him back down into it until he was sitting on the edge. His cock was
still nice and hard, pointing up like it was training itself on me like
some heat-seeking missile.
"Mmmmmmm, nice cock," I murmured as I turned around and backed into him.
He spread his legs to let me in and I settled down into his lap, letting
his dick slide into me in the process. With Spencer's cum in me and
having been fucked twice now, he slide in pretty easily and I leaned back
to push him in further.
Spencer and Andy were watching intently and I wondered if they were even
breathing they seemed to be so still. I smiled at them and began to rock
on Simon's dick, letting it move in and out of me as a result.
"God I LOVE to be fucked," I whispered, loud enough though to be sure
they could hear me.
Simon just sat there, letting me do the work which was fine with me. One
nice thing about being on top is I get to control the depth and speed of
his cock in me. Another benefit of this position was I could see the
other girls as well. By now, of course, they had realized what the guys
were doing with me. Interestingly, they didn't seem to care! Now and
then I would catch one of them stealing a peek at me but for the most
part, they were more interested in licking each other's pussy than
watching me being fucked.
My hands were free in this position so I put them to good use. So far I
hadn't even come close to an orgasm and it seemed a waste of good cock
not to cum at least once at the party. With a dick moving in and out of
my pussy, I knew it wouldn't take much on my part to bring about the
desired results so I just went the most direct route and went straight to
work on my clit and nipples. I had to hurry because I wanted to cum
before Simon and I knew he wasn't going to last much longer, regardless
of the fact he had cum just a little bit before.
It wasn't really a fair race, I had all the advantages. Having two guys
watching me play with myself while a third was fucking me was the icing
on the cake for me. If there was one thing that beat masturbation, it
was masturbating with an audience! I love it best when my dad watches
me, even if he doesn't always do anything in response. Just knowing he
can see me pleasuring myself, knowing what I am doing to myself, is
enough for me.
As my orgasm struck, my pussy clamped down on Simon's dick and I could
hear him groan with the simultaneous pleasure and pain it must have
caused him.
"God damn, you're going to flatten my cock!" he squealed as my pussy cum
began to flow over his hard dick.
"Shit, look at her cumming," I heard one of the others say, Spencer I
think, "God, it's all over his prick."
I didn't have anything to say myself, I was just taking in the moment and
enjoying myself. I forced myself to loosen up on his cock enough so I
could bounce on it and I fingered myself enough to keep my orgasm
peaking.
"Cum inside of me," I begged him, "Make me cum harder."
Having a guy cum in me while I was in the middle of an orgasm was about
the best thing I could ask for. If anything could push me deeper into
outer space, that was it!
Simon was a guy and guys are easily manipulated and Simon was no
exception. What choice did he really have? He had a slutty college girl
riding his cock, moaning with pleasure as she maintained her orgasm with
her fingers, begging him to shoot his load in her. If he HAND'T cum then
and there I would have been more surprised. Sure enough, the poor boy
did as I expected and I felt my orgasm surge as his cum was released in
me. God, this was heaven!
I couldn't concentrate enough to bounce on his cock at this point so I
just plopped down hard on his lap and ground my ass into his crotch. I
could feel his pubic hair smashed against my ass and it was like a soft
brush caressing my butt. He didn't have much to give me this time but as
they say, it's the thought that counts.
Once he was done I stopped playing with myself to let myself wind down
faster. I probably could've sat there longer, mounted on his cock like a
butterfly in a collection, but I knew I had yet another dick waiting for
me and if there was one thing I hated, it was to leave a cock waiting!
I lifted myself up and off of him and for a moment I felt a bit
unbalanced. My orgasm hadn't completely wound down yet and just standing
up was enough to stimulate me to where I felt like I was about to
collapse on the floor.
"Not bad," I managed to say, grinning at Simon, "Now it's Andy's turn."
I already knew in what position I wanted Andy to fuck me. He looked to
be the strongest of the three which is why I had waited for him to try
this, but with his small dick I was still a little concerned. Well, if
we didn't try it then we would never know.
The three of them watched me, like little puppies waiting for their momma
to show them what to do next. My pussy was a real mess by now, between
the three loads of cum and my orgasm in the past hour or so I was a
sticky and wet. It didn't seem to bother them, though, so why should I
care? I climbed up on the couch and stood on my feet on the edge, facing
Andy who had followed me. I still wasn't that much taller than he was,
even standing on the couch!
"OK, let me climb on," I instructed him.
He looked confused but I would've been surprised had he known what I was
talking about. Even so, he caught on quickly as I put my arms around his
neck and then jumped out from the couch and wrapped my long legs around
his waist. His strong arms and hand reached under me and helped to hold
me up and I enjoyed the feeling of his hands squeezing my ass.
"Mmmmmmm, put your cock in me now," I said, as if I needed to tell him
anything further. He shifted my weight and while he held me up with one
hand, he used the other to direct his dick to my well-fucked pussy. As
small as he was and as dripping with cum and sperm as my pussy was, he
easily penetrated me.
"Mmmmmmm, that's so much better," I moaned softly, "Now fuck me Andy,
show me how good you can fuck me."
This was not a position that I used very often. Actually, hardly ever
when it comes down to it. Back when I was around fifteen I was with a
guy who was quite a bit bigger than me and one time when we were messing
around in my bedroom he just picked me up and I playfully locked my legs
around him. To my surprise, I could feel his dick under my ass and we
squirmed until he was able to penetrate me and then, as they say, the
rest was history. Afterwards I told my mom about it who then, of course,
told my dad who asked me about it but at the time we weren't having sex
so I just assumed he was teasing me.
A year or so later, things were a LOT different between my dad and me and
one day he reminded my about that day. We tried it and it was a bit too
awkward for me so that was the end of it. Now, almost five years later,
I was going at it again!
Fortunately for me, Andy was incredibly strong so he was doing most of
the work while I just held on for the ride literally! It was like I
was mounted on a pole and I worried that if he slipped I might not be
able to hold myself up and would break his dick off. Can that even
happen? Well, thankfully I never had to find out.
As strong as Andy was, I knew he wasn't going to be able to keep this up
for long but I was willing to go along with it as long as he could. He
was grunting pretty good after a few minutes and finally he must have had
enough because he turned to face the couch. For a moment my heart
skipped a beat as I thought he was going to drop me but what he did was
basically fall forward such that I landed on my back with him on top of
me
Amazingly he stayed in me throughout the entire maneuver. As they say,
it's not the size, it's how you use it. Now we were back to more
conventional, missionary style sex. Sure, Andy's cock didn't fill me
nearly as well as the others but it did the job and in the end, that's
what counts.
"That's it Andy," I encouraged him, "Fuck me harder... you can cum in me
if you want to."
Given the other three guys had already left their loads in me, it
should've been obvious to Andy that he was more than welcome to cum
inside of me as well but it never hurt to massage the fragile male ego.
Besides, I've never had a guy tell me he didn't like hearing a girl ask
for it.
"Ahhhhhh," Andy groaned and I saw him close his eyes tightly and grimace
as he tried to hold back for as long as possible. Finally it was more
than he could bear and with a loud gasp I felt his hips push tightly into
me and then jerk, his ass clenching under my hands as I pulled him into
me.
"Give it to me Andy... give it all to me."
He was doing his best, you had to give him credit for that. Maybe it was
some form of compensation for having such a small cock, but when he came
a second time I could have sworn it was bigger than the first. When he
was finished, he just stayed in me, holding himself still and I could
feel his cock twitching inside of me.
I hadn't really paid a lot of attention to what was going on around me
once Andy had started banging me so now that he was done I turned my head
to look around. Now that all of them had fucked me, the guys were
already heading off to the kitchen for another beer or whatever. Even
Andy didn't stay for long and quickly pulled out to go join them. It was
the ol' male sex switch again, going to OFF once he had fucked me.
My interests turned to Beth and the other girl. Apparently, they had
finally had their fill of pussy and were sitting together in the middle
of the floor, watching Andy and me finish up. I looked at Beth who was
grinning and I just shrugged my shoulders as if I had nothing to do with
anything that had just happened.
"Hey, what can I say, you guys looked like you were busy so I had to find
SOMETHING to entertain myself."
Beth and the other girl laughed and I was glad to see they were cool with
me. Beth got up on her knees and then worked her way to her feet and sat
down next to me.
"Well Kelly, from the looks of your pussy, you certainly were
entertained!"
I looked down between my legs and had to smile. She was right, I was
swollen and wet with an almost steady stream of cum draining from me.
For a moment I thought she was going to dive in and lick it out of me but
unfortunately she didn't seem to be interested.
It was back to the bathroom again to clean off except this time nobody
barged in to fuck me, much to my disappointment. When I came out I was
still half expecting Beth to want to fool around some more with me and
the other girl but apparently, she was happy with what she'd had for one
night. My guess was that with such a small group, once she had fucked
the guys and licked a girl, doing it again was redundant and so things
ended quickly as compared to the larger parties where more combinations
were available.
Well, I was OK with it as I sort of felt the same way. Once a guy fucked
you it was sort of "been there done that" the next time unless you had
plans to see him afterwards. For casual sex like this, once you had the
notch on your belt, doing it again was just more of the same.
Beth and I got dressed and said goodbye to everyone. I had a feeling the
three guys weren't through yet and if the last girl remained, they might
get to repeat their gig they had just had with me. For guys, it didn't
seem to matter how many times they fucked you, they were always ready to
do you again.
When I got home, I noticed my parents' cars were in the garage so I snuck
in quietly and found them sleeping in front of the TV set in their Lazy-
Boys. Well, I had been fucked pretty well so there was no sense in
waking them up and I quietly went upstairs to my bedroom.
I quickly stripped and toyed with the idea of a shower. I really did
need one as I was sure I reeked of sweat and sex but I made the mistake
of laying back in my bed once I had undressed. A wave of sleepiness
rolled over me instantly and I suddenly realized how exhausted I was. Oh
well, I would probably need a shower in the morning anyway assuming my
dad gave me his extended wake-up call that he liked to give me on
weekends.
I closed my eyes and fell asleep with dreams of cocks surrounding me, all
of the cumming on me at once in a massive collection of cum that covered
my entire body. Not a bad way to fall asleep after a day like today.
THE END