Subject: Family Anniversary
Story Codes: MF MFF FF FFF oral group incest father mother daughter uncle
Diary Date: July 4, 2008
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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It’s hard to believe that it’s been four years to the day that I was back
home for summer break after my first year of college and my Aunt and
cousin Kristi joined us to celebrate the 4th of July. That was the day I
learned that Kristi had “substituted” for me so far as taking care of my
dad’s “needs” while I’d been gone. Before it was over, we had our first
family “orgy”. Since then the five of us getting together all at once
has only happened a couple of times. Would today’s anniversary be one of
those times?
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 – My Aunt Linda and Cousin Kristi
Chapter 2 – Kristi Gets Things Started
Chapter 3 – My Dad Joins In
Chapter 4 – Our Moms Play Together
Chapter 5 – My Dad Fucks Us All
Chapter 1 – My Aunt Linda and Cousin Kristi
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My Aunt Linda is my mother's younger sister by about two years. Aunt
Linda divorced her jerk of a husband after demanded that she choose
between him and her family. It was really unfair of him to force her to
make such a terrible position. After all, she’d told him everything
about her relationships with her family before they were married. If
anything, he claimed to be excited about being allowed to be with my mom
as well as her once they were hitched.
Alas, some men’s egos are just too big and his jealousy finally
overwhelmed him to the point he demanded that my aunt stop having sex
with her dad and brother- in-law. Really, what choice did that leave my
aunt but to divorce him? If there’s one principle I strongly believe in,
it’s that your family always comes first, even ahead of your husband.
She and her only child (my cousin Kristi) live nearby. as a result, they
practically live at our house.
Kristi was only a couple of years old at the time and has no memories of
her real father so in many ways my dad has been the only “father” she has
ever known. Growing up, I had no idea that my dad was doing my aunt
although looking back I probably should have figured it out. In my own
defense, why would I have even suspected that they were doing it? My
aunt is a successful realtor and dresses pretty sharp (some would say
slutty but that’s their opinion).
Although we would never qualify as nudist, it’s not like nudity has ever
been something we hid either, especially when in the hot tub and laying
out on the deck. Seeing my aunt around the house in little or no
clothing wasn’t anything that would cause me to think twice. It wasn’t
until I started having sex with my parents that my mom told me about the
true relationship they had shared since they were barely teenagers.
Imagine my surprise when I learned that they’d started having sex with my
grandfather back when Aunt Linda was in 7th grade and my mom was just a
freshman. It was more that I just hadn’t known about it than being
shocked or anything; after all, I was having sex with my own father as
well but I hadn’t started until I was sixteen – not seventh grade!
Even with all those revelations finally out in the open, my mom didn’t
say anything about my Aunt and cousin having sex and I never even thought
to ask. Again, it’s easy to look back and say it should have been
obvious but it’s not that easy when you’re so close to people. Little
did I know that shortly after leaving I left home for my first year of
college, my dad started fucking my cousin, sort of using her as my
“replacement” while I was unavailable to attend to his needs. Nobody
told tell me about it, even when I was home on breaks. I guess they were
concerned that I would feel even more homesick than I already did, at
least when it came to missing being with my dad.
Finally, after I’d finished my freshman year and was home on summer
break, I learned the truth. Actually, it was rather thrust in my face as
we were all gathered on our for July 4th and my cousin started sucking my
dad’s dick right in front of me, followed shortly by him fucking her. In
short, before it was over we all joined in and had our first true family
“orgy”, if you want to call it that although it makes it seem a little
dirty when I use that wording.
Now before anyone gets any ideas, this type of thing did NOT become the
norm for us. We didn’t suddenly turn into a bunch of sex addicts holding
daily orgies or anything silly like that. It’s hard to explain but it
just never seemed like something we should do again as a family. My dad
fucks me because I am his daughter and he loves doing me – but strictly
as his daughter. He fucks my aunt and cousin, well, because he can (what
more reason does a man need)?
It’s important to keep in mind that my dad IS a married man and as such
he can’t just go out and fuck anyone as that would be adultery. My aunt
and cousin were the only women “available” in the family as at that time
my younger cousin Tammy wasn't in the picture yet. My mom was raised in
an incestuous family so she doesn’t mind him doing women so long as they
are family because she realizes he is just a normal man with normal
“needs”. Besides, it wasn't like he was the only one with extra “needs”.
My mom has fucked his younger brother and eventually did her nephew!
Thus sex in my family is typically one-on-one for the most part except
for some special times when my mom and I would do something just for my
dad, like on Father’s day or his birthday. The idea of a family gangbang
just seems out of place in this type of environment, like it would be
crossing some sort of line. I don't think any of us regretted what we
did that past July 4th as the circumstances were special and it seemed
the natural thing to do at the time. We never had actually SAID we
wouldn't do it again, it was just like we had an unspoken agreement that
it would have to be a VERY special time for it to happen again.
So here we were, four years later. A LOT had happened since that first
time yet much was the same. I’d graduated from college and was now
teaching at a small Christian elementary school. Kristi had dropped out
of college to become a working girl – literally. It didn’t exactly
thrill me but nobody else in the family seemed to have a problem with her
becoming a high priced whore so who was I to say anything?
My parents and Aunt Linda hadn’t really changed much. They were all
still working the same jobs, living in the same homes. I’d tried moving
out on my own but accepting a position at such a small school meant
having to take a very small salary which meant moving back home. On the
opposite end of the spectrum, Kristi could have afforded a downtown
penthouse but chose to stay at home with her mom – still sharing the same
bed of course.
One of the biggest changes for me was that I had a boyfriend. Duane and
I were getting pretty serious and it wouldn't surprise me if next year
there wasn’t a new member of the family when we got together for July
4th, 2009!
Speaking of which, I was a little perturbed at my boy. I’d assumed he
would join me and my family for our annual celebration but he was off
with his dad on some fishing trip! Really, the nerve of that boy,
leaving me stranded on a holiday weekend! He was going to have to beg me
a little to suck his dick when he got back, that much was for sure (not
that I would ever turn him down of course). The only “good” thing about
him being gone was it would have put a wet rag on any extra “activities”
had he been around as Duane had no idea my family was involved in incest.
As usual, my dad would be cooking out on the grill only this year he had
a brand new stainless steel monster with a hundred knobs (OK, maybe not
THAT many) and he was quite proud of it. My aunt and cousin came over in
the middle of the afternoon, just in time for his first round of hotdogs
and hamburgers. After that he had more grandiose plans for supper –
juicy steaks and 3” thick pork chops.
Both my Aunt Linda and Kristi were wearing shorts and tops which were
quickly removed, revealing their sexy bikinis underneath. My aunt may be
forty now but that didn't mean she didn't look hot in a sharp bikini.
Kristi, of course, wore one that was even more revealing, not much more
than strings with some triangles for her pussy and nipples. Really, what
was the sense in even wearing it? My mom was also in her bikini. She
was a couple of years older than Linda and frankly, had aged a little
more but she still looked great and I was proud of her. I only hoped I
looked as good as her when I was her age!
As for me, I also had on a pretty revealing suit, not quite as nasty as
Kristi’s but then she always was one up on me it seemed. Still, it would
have been too revealing for the local public pool but I had to wear
SOMETHING. Like I said, we weren’t nudists.
My dad had on long denim shorts that came over his knees and a plain
white T-shirt. It was sort of funny how the only male was dressed so
conservatively while all the females were all but nude. He certainly
didn't seem to mind!
Kristi and I wasted no time in getting in the hot tub, dropping our
thongs and getting in nude. It’s not like we revealed all that much more
by taking them off! The water felt good and I loved the way it felt
against my back and under my bare ass. There was one jet that HAD to
have been installed by someone with something naughty on their mind as it
shot straight up between my legs and when I sat down, I could angle it
straight at my crotch. You can imagine where I was usually seated.
There was another one at the same angle on the opposite side, which to no
surprise is where Kristi made herself comfortable. Even though neither
of us did anything overtly like start to masturbate or whatever, it still
felt good, like when I use to rub up against the desk leg in class to
feel better during a boring lecture.!
My mom and aunt gabbed away while my dad was busy on his cell phone. You
would think on July 4th he could stay away from work but I guess when
your law firm does business with a number of foreign companies, American
holidays don't mean much to them. It was just a perfect day with the sun
out and the temperature in the lower 90’s with just enough breeze to make
it bearable.
Chapter 2 – Kristi Gets Things Started
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Looking back, it shouldn’t have surprised me that Kristi would be the one
to start things. All my life she’d been like my bad little sister,
always the one to instigate things and get me in trouble. Now that we
were older, she seemed to delight in finding ways to stretch my
boundaries, as if they weren’t already stretched out pretty thin as it
was. One of her crowning achievements recently was to lure me to a party
where she and I were the entertainment - for dozens of men as it turned
out. It was one of those things you look back on and wonder how in the
world you ever did it – and that you would never do it again! Not that
it wasn't fun or anything, but it was like when I had sex with a dog,
good for the one-time experience but now it was in the “been there, done
that” category.
You had to hand it to Kristi, she was great when it came to luring people
into situations where they never expected to be and then take advantage
of them once they were there. I guess that’s why she was in such demand
as a call-girl (or whore as I preferred to call her). It also didn’t
hurt that even though she was 21, when she dressed right she could pass
for being several years younger, something that seemed to draw men like
bees to flowers. As it was, she caught me off-guard and it was too late
before I realized what she had in mind. It’s not that I was unhappy with
how things turned out, it was being manipulated that sort of made me feel
a little used.
“So Kelly, where’s Duane?” she teased me.
Damn her, she knew perfectly well where he was as I had complained all
week about his leaving for his “manly” trip. No girls allowed. What a
crock. I could have had fun with them all, if that's what it took
although I’m not too sure how Duane’s dad would have handled THAT.
“Go ahead, rub it in,” I replied, frowning at her for bringing it up.
Well, I should have known better than to have even acknowledged her.
“Awwwwww, is someone horny? I bet you miss Duane’s nice hard dick, don't
you?” she teased some more.
“And what business would my boyfriend’s dick be of yours?”
“Hey girl, don't forget the guy has fucked me a few times too you know,”
she reminded me, as if I could forget that.
To my chagrin it was true. Before Duane and I started going out he had
dated Kristi and like just about every boy she’d ever dated, he’d fucked
her on their first date. Personally, I preferred giving a BJ the first
time and then MAYBE letting him fuck me the next time but usually never
the first night. Kristi just looked at that as a waste of good dick I
suppose. I sometimes think the only reason she dates in the first place
is to get laid.
“So what has THAT got to do with anything now?”
“Well, I’m just saying, I can understand why you miss him. He DOES have
a great cock and boy or boy, he certainly knows how to use it.”
OK, what was THIS all about? It wasn't really cool to tell a girl about
how great it was to fuck her boyfriend, especially when she’s getting
more and more serious with that guy and even starting to think about what
happen in the future. What was ironic was that if I DID eventually marry
Duane, then he could fuck Kristi all he wanted as she was my cousin and
part of my family and I really wouldn't have any say in it.
Kristi got up from her spot and moved slowly over to me, staying
underwater for the most part with just her head above the frothy water.
She got up to the side of me and I felt her hand between my legs,
searching for my pussy which she quickly found.
“Mmmmmmm, I knew you were horny for him, god you’re wet!” she teased.
Well duh, I was in a hot tub so of course I was soaking wet.
I just sat there, not sure what she was planning to do. Out of the
corner of my eye, I saw our mothers were still chatting away, ignoring
their two daughters completely it seemed. My dad was in the house
preparing his masterpieces so it was almost like Kristi and I were alone
in the tub. Suddenly I gasped as she thrust her finger up into my pussy.
“What the heck are you doing?” I asked, not sure what was going on. It
wasn't that I minded her finger in me, it was just something I hadn’t
expected.
“What does it feel like I’m doing, my clueless cousin?” she teased, “I’m
finger fucking your pussy. Just lay your head back and pretend it’s
Duane’s dick.”
“Sorry, his dick is a lot bigger,” I teased her back.
“Well, just use your imagination then, it’s not like you haven’t been
thinking of it all week, am I right?”
She had me there. God, how many times had I masturbated this week
already dreaming about him fucking me and I still had a couple more days
to go before the real thing was available again!
“Ha! I knew it!” she gloated as she worked her finger in and out of me,
added a second one now to fill me even more. “C’mon, admit it, you need
to be fucked, don't you? You need it BAD.”
I’d started to rub my clit now as she kept her fingers moving in and out
of me and yes, I DID want to be fucked... BADLY! I closed my eyes and my
head dropped back as I felt my nipples start to tingle and my pussy felt
even warmer now than the hot water could claim responsibility for.
“Oh yeah, I want it... I want to be fucked,” I moaned softly, loving
every second of what she was doing to me.
“You want to suck his dick, don't you,” she pushed me, “You want a dick
in your mouth now, don't you Kelly. You don’t care who’s it is, just a
dick. C’mon, tell me how bad you want a dick in your mouth.”
Sheesh, of course I wanted a dick in my mouth! I wanted it in my mouth,
in my pussy, everywhere. As much as I loved her fingers in me and I
loved the way my clit felt as I rubbed it, they were just poor
substitutions for the real thing. There was something about a real dick
in me that no finger or dildo could duplicate. Sucking a real dick was
like nothing else in the world and I wanted to suck one so badly right
now.
“Oh fuck yes, I want a dick so bad... I want to suck his dick and then
have him fuck me with it,” I groaned, continuing my fantasy as I closed
my eyes and tried to imagine it was Duane’s dick inside of me.
Chapter 3 – My Dad Joins In
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I moaned again as Kristi thrust yet a third finger in me, stretching my
pussy and making me feel even better. My mouth opened wide as I prepared
to moan yet again when I felt something against it and suddenly something
was in my mouth. Holy crap, there was a real dick in my mouth! I opened
my eyes and of course, it was my father standing up behind me, his dick
dropped down into my mouth with his balls hitting me in the forehead. I
couldn’t say anything with his dick slipping into my mouth so what other
option did I have but to start sucking him.
I looked over at Kristi and if she wasn't looking like the cat who had
just ate the canary! That little bitch! I bet she’d planned this all
along and while my eyes were closed, dreaming about my Duane fucking me,
she must have motioned for my dad to come over and stick his dick in my
mouth after I started “begging” for one.
“That’s better now, isn’t it Kelly,” she said, “Suck that cock, make him
cum in your mouth... Show me how you like to suck your dad’s cock.”
Actually, it wasn’t so much that I was sucking his cock as he was fucking
my mouth. Essentially I was just holding my head back while he moved his
cock in and out of me like it was my pussy instead. He was getting
harder with each stroke, driving his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth
as it grew. Kristi finally shut up but only because I felt her mouth on
my boobs, licking me and sucking on my nipple, even biting it slightly.
I tried to look out of the other corner of my eye to see what my mom and
aunt were doing but I couldn’t move my head over enough to see them.
There was no way they could be ignoring what was happening in the tub
now, that was for sure. The question was, what would they do about it,
if anything? Well, for now, apparently nothing, at least so far as I
could tell.
As hard as I was trying to concentrate on my dad’s dick in my mouth, my
pussy was demanding more and more of my attention as I felt an orgasm
starting to rise within me, quickly surging and overwhelming me. I
almost choked on my dad’s dick as I opened my mouth wide to groan, just
as he rammed his stiff dick in and down into my throat. It didn't matter
as all my thoughts focused on what was happening inside of me as every
nerve in my body suddenly firing like I was being electrocuted. My dad
had to see what was happening to me but he was relentless, shoving his
stiffening dick in and out of my mouth even faster as Kristi held her
fingers still in my pussy as it clamped down tight around them like I was
having a spasm.
“Oh fuck, I’m cumming,” I barely heard my dad said.
Fortunately I HAD heard him as it allowed me to prepare a little for his
cum, otherwise I might had gagged – or worse, on it. I was still feeling
great as his cock surged and I felt my mouth filling with one shot of cum
after another. He actually pulled it out of my mouth and I held it open
as he squirted it into my mouth, watching his cum shoot out and landing
on my tongue.
“Oh yeah, now THAT’S better!” Kristi crowed, evidently pleased with
herself for arranging all this.
I lifted my head up so I could swallow without choking. It actually took
a couple of swallows to get it all down. God, he must have shot a quart
of cum in my mouth from the way it felt!
I turned around and grinned at my dad, who was looking quite pleased with
himself as well. “Thank you daddy,” I said, smiling sweetly at him, “I
really needed that.”
“Hey, don’t thank me, it was all Kristi’s idea.”
I turned to Kristi who was grinning from ear to ear. “Well, I can’t say
I didn’t like it,“ I admitted to her.
Kristi was all too pleased with herself. “Now wasn't that better than
just dreaming about Duane’s dick? Besides, I love seeing you suck off
your dad.”
I nodded and then squinted my eyes as I looked at her, like I was trying
to figure out what was going on inside that silly blonde head of hers.
“OK, that was fun but whatever possessed you to get my dad to do this
today? I figured we were just going to have a quiet afternoon.”
Kelly’s cheeks puffed out as she tried to stifle a laugh. She shook her
head solemnly, saying my name over and over like I was some naïve soul.
Then she nodded to my dad who seemed to have turned his interest to my
mom and her sister.
“Think about it Kelly... don't you remember what happened four years ago
as of today?”
Well duh, like how could I ever forget THAT. Yet what did that have to
do with anything now?
“Well,” she continued, “I just thought it would be fun to celebrate our
anniversary, that’s all. I mean, it certainly didn't take much to
convince your dad!”
So it WAS a setup. She must have arranged something with my dad when I
wasn’t paying attention. That made more sense than him just appearing on
the deck and just happening to find the two of us masturbating together.
Kristi’s “assignment” was obviously to get me going and I had to hand it
to her, she’d done her job well – and more. So now what?
Chapter 4 – Our Moms Play Together
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As if reading my mind, Kristi nodded her head towards our moms. “I made
a deal with my mom that if I could get your dad to surprise you with his
dick in your mouth that she would make out with your mom for us. I mean,
when was the last time we got to see them do that?”
She was right, it HAD been ages. Come to think of it, it was probably
four years ago on this very date since I’d seen just the two of them
together without someone else being in between them (like me). My mom
and Aunt Linda had played with each other since they were barely teens
(or not quite as in Linda’s case) and from what my dad told me, they kept
pretty busy with one another throughout their teen years. What he
remembered most was they loved to include him as well and I could see the
look in his eyes as he would tell me about how they would put on a show
for him and his younger brother when they were all in high school.
Now that they were older and more “mature”, they seemed to keep things
more private between them. In fact, my mom rarely even mentioned doing
anything with her sister although I had a pretty good idea they still did
it quite regularly, if more privately.
Which brings to mind one of my gripes. It gets frustrating at times when
people seem to think just because various members of a family have sex
that it’s all one big gangbang and everyone knows what everyone else is
doing. It’s not like we hide things from one another, but there is an
element of personal privacy that we all respect. Although I knew my mom
and aunt enjoyed one another at times, I never pushed my mom to talk
about it nor did I ever try to barge in on them and force my way together
with them. So just because I can’t tell a lot about what they do
together doesn't mean they are secretive or trying to hide anything.
It’s just something personal between them, sort of the same way my
parents treat sex between the two of them.
OK, so back from my rant... I was saying all that just so people reading
this realize what a special thing it was for me and Kristi to see our
mom’s making out like two teenagers in the backseat of a car. They were
on the chaise lounge chair, sitting side by side kissing one another.
They were still dressed (if you can call wearing those bikinis being
dressed) but I had serious doubts that it would be the case for long.
“Looks like my mom didn’t have to do much to convince your mom either,”
Kristi whispered to me as we sat next to one another on the edge of the
hot tub.
The tub water felt good but it was too hot to stay in for too long so
we’d gotten out and taken a seat along the outside edge. With the main
pump turned off it was a lot quieter now, making it possible for us to
whisper so we wouldn't interrupt our mothers. My dad was obviously
pretty turned on by the two of them kissing as well as he pulled up one
of the chairs and took a front row seat to the exhibition. He stayed
naked and slowly stroked his dick as he watched his wife and sister-in-
law. His dick was pretty limp after having just cum in my mouth but I
was pretty sure THAT condition would change pretty soon. Like, what
could be hotter for him to watch than his wife playing with her own
sister?
In a way it seemed a little weird to watch two women in their forties
kissing and touching one another. I’m not sure why, it just did. Maybe
it was because it just wasn’t something I saw very often, not even in my
dad’s porn collection. My pussy was tingling as I watched my mom’s hand
caressing her sister’s boobs through her bikini top, making her nipples
poke through. Aunt Linda seemed more interested in my mom’s crotch than
her boobs, putting her hand between my mom’s legs which she’d spread
slightly for her sister’s convenience.
“They’re pretty hot together, aren’t they,” Kristi whispered to me. I
noticed her hand was between her legs again and I started to rub myself
as well. The taste of my dad’s cum was still thick in my mouth and my
pussy was even wetter than it had been in the hot tub!
By now my mom had Aunt Linda’s top off, exposing her firm breasts and
allowing her to fondle them and squeeze her nipples between her
fingertips. Linda’s boobs were smaller than my mom’s but thanks to a
lift a little while back they were as firm as a woman’s half her age.
She had decided to just take out the sag and not “enhance” them which I
knew pleased my dad as he loved the natural feel.
Our moms were still kissing, their tongues visible now and then as they
tasted one another. My aunt had my mom’s bikini bottom pulled to one
side so her thick pussy hair was showing, her finger pushing inside my
mom’s pussy as far as she could shove it in. I could tell from the way
my mom’s hips were moving in sync with Aunt Linda’s finger that she was
loving it.
My own finger was threatening to penetrate my pussy as I watched what was
happening just a few feet away. God they looked so hot together! It was
killing me how slow and deliberate they were taking things, as if they
know we were watching and wanted to tease us like a pole dancer taking
her time on a strip club stage. Of course, they DID know we were
watching and I wouldn’t put it past the two of them to do just that –
take their time to drive the rest of us crazy.
My mom moaned, the first sound I’d heard from her, as Aunt Linda used her
thumb to rub her clit as her finger was up inside her pussy. With all
the hair she had, it was hard to see just what my aunt was doing to her
but it must have been pretty good from the way my mom was reacting. I
guess it goes without saying when two women have been doing each other
for almost thirty years that they would have a pretty good idea what to
do to get the other one off!
My aunt must have wanted more than just to finger my mom. It was like
they had some sort of psychic connection as without a word or any signal
I could detect, my mom laid back on the chaise lounge chair, pulling her
bottom off as my Aunt took hers off as well, followed closely by the rest
of their clothes, leaving the two of them naked.
Damn, if I looked just half as good as them twenty years from now I'll
feel lucky! My aunt especially had preserved her shape. My mom’s larger
D-cups were starting to show the effects of gravity and sagged a little
bit without a bra to hold them up. Still, nobody would have complained,
I am sure! Each of them had kept their stomachs flat and their legs
trim. Although I would NEVER tell her this, my mom’s ass was little
bigger than my aunts but then judging from the family album, that had
always been the case.
It was sort of like me and Kristi. We each seemed to have inherited much
of our mother’s figures as she had the tight little ass while mine was
more ”rounded”, shall we say. I’d always liked my ass, though,
especially back when my chest wasn't exactly doing me any favors. Maybe
that’s why even today, I like to run around with something that covers my
top more than my ass, like a t-shirt at night.
My aunt was the first to taste pussy as she leaned over my mom’s tanned
stomach and put her head between her sisters thighs. She used one hand
to spread apart the thick forest of pubic hair so she could get a better
view of my mom’s pussy. My mom trimmed her pussy just enough to keep her
bikini decent but that was about it. Even my aunt just trimmed hers,
although she kept it much shorter than my mom. Must have been a
generational thing, I guess, as both Kristi and I kept ours shaved bare.
I’d experimented different times with a landing strip, small v-patch, and
other ‘designs” but inevitably I would get frustrated with it one day and
just shave it all off again.
As my aunt ate my mom’s pussy, my mom reached over and tugged on my aunt
to encourage her to climb aboard. Fortunately the chaise lounge was a
really nice one (as in expensive) and so it didn’t even squeak with the
weight of both of them on it although my aunt had to tuck in her knees
hard against my mom to stay on board. God, it had been so many years
since I had seen them in this position. Again, for some reason it was so
much more erotic than when say, I saw Kristi and a friend in a 69. I
don't want to say they were “too old” to do this sort of thing and they
should “act their age” or anything silly like that, yet there was just
something about seeing two mature women in such a sexy position, both of
them obviously enjoying every minute of it.
I heard a low growl next to me and glanced over to see Kristi with her
eyes fixed on her mom, her lips separated just slightly and her chest
breathing hard as her hand rubbed her pussy faster and faster. Damn, she
was getting off! The intensity of her facial expression, as if she was
ignoring everything else around her and conscious only of the two women
in front of her, was impressive, to say the least.
Damn, if she could only have focused on her studies at school as
intensely as she was on her mom and aunt fucking each other, she would
have graduated at the top of her class! Instead, the airhead (and I mean
that lovingly) dropped out of school and became a whore. Of course, she
drove a new convertible while I drove my little Saturn Ion and she had
money to burn on every toy while I was forced to move back with my
parents because I couldn’t afford to pay for my own apartment.
It would have been an interesting question for my old philosophy
professor – who was better off, the whore or the Christian school
teacher? Financially, there was no contest. However, I think I had her
beat in the ‘self-worth” category. When I leave work to come home I feel
like I’ve accomplished something to make the world a better place and
help a young child in their life. Kristi has nothing but a worn pussy
and a purse full of money for allowing some jerk to fuck her who doesn’t
even know her real name, not exactly a “save the world” way of life.
As for me, I was too fascinated with watching my mom and Aunt Linda to
cum myself. It wasn't like watching a porn movie where you play with
yourself and imagine being a part of the scene. I really had no desire
to join them, it was too special the way it was to interfere. When they
made each other cum I was so excited that I wanted to stand up and cheer.
Kristi just came herself again, thinking of herself as usual. I couldn’t
help but notice that my dad was starting to recover, not a surprise given
what was happening within an arm length of his chair. He would’ve had to
be a eunuch to not get an erection, no matter how recently he had just
unloaded!
Once they had both cum, they turned on their sides, facing each other,
pulling in ever so tightly to one another with their legs intertwined
such their thighs were pressed up against their wet pussies and their
boobs were mashed against one another. As they resumed kissing, I
wondered how they tasted to each other. My aunt’s back was to me and I
could see her ass clench and then release as she pushed her leg in up
against my mom’s pussy, trying to stimulate her once again. It was like
watching a dig hump your leg, except in this case the women were humping
their thighs into the other’s pussy, rubbing up against their sensitive
clits.
As they moved quicker, I could hear them whispering to each other but I
couldn’t quite make out what it was that they were saying to each other.
Then it was like my aunt was given an electric shocked as her body
straightened out and she tensed stiffly, almost quivering as another
orgasm ,must have been ripping through her.
I guess as sisters their bodies must have been in sync as my mom quickly
followed her and it was like two statues for almost a minute. I hadn’t
seen my mom cum like that before, just all stiff and tense, like she was
so consumed that her body was frozen as it tried to deal with it. Then,
just as quickly, they both relaxed and started humping each pother hard,
moaning and sighing as hugged each other tightly and buried their faces
in each other’s neck. Eventually it was over and it was like they just
collapsed, somehow staying on the chaise lounge but other than that, not
moving a muscle as if they were totally exhausted – as they probably
were.
Chapter 5 – My Dad Fucks Us All
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“God DAMN that was hot!” Kristi whispered loudly, enough that my dad
heard her and turned to us and smiled. He was fully erect once again and
I was sure ready to bury his pussy in someone. Who would he fuck first?
Now I would be lying through my teeth if I didn’t start to get myself in
position for him to fuck me. After all, as his daughter, wouldn't he
want to do me first? Of course, Kristi was a couple years younger than
me and without a doubt the hottest female in sight at the moment. But
she was a whore now and my dad, while he didn't let it stop him from
fucking her, wasn't as enthusiastic about her as he use to be.
Probably my biggest “competitor” was my mom. After all, she WAS his wife
so maybe he would feel obligated to fuck her first. The last person on
my “list” was my Aunt Linda. Sure she was hot and probably reminded me
of his high school days when he fucked her and she was still in 8th
grade, but other than reliving the past, she may be a good fuck but
didn’t have the “pull” the other three of us.
My logic was impeccable, so of course he chose my Aunt Linda. Given my
line of reasoning I was more than a little surprised but he didn’t offer
up any explanation. He simply moved in behind her where she was still on
her side, lifted her top leg up and used his other hand to direct his now
stiff dick straight into her wet pussy. It seemed to surprise her as
much as it did the rest of us but she didn’t do anything to discourage
her.
“Bet you weren’t expecting this, were you?” Kristi whispered to me, a
grin on her face. Evidently it was a turn-on for her to see my dad
choose her mom as the first one to be fucked as she was masturbating like
crazy once again.
Sometimes I think Kristi masturbates when car insurance commercial comes
on TV – anything works as an excuse for her to get herself off. You
would think that someone who gets fucked as often as she did wouldn't
masturbate so much but she did, and then some it seemed. I didn’t
respond to her taunt but the disappointment in my face must have been
obvious.
“Awwwwww, you thought he was going to do you first, didn’t you?” she
giggled, as if it was something funny – which it was not, at least for
me. “I bet you don’t know just how many times he comes over to fuck my
mom, do you?”
I looked sharply at her. What the heck was she talking about? I knew my
dad liked to fuck my aunt now and then when she stopped over but I wasn't
aware of him making regular stops at THEIR house. Damn, the things you
learn sometimes in the strangest of places and times.
“So does he do you then too?” I asked, almost afraid to hear the answer.
In all these years I’d never felt jealous of my cousin when my dad would
fuck her because I was certain I was his favorite pussy. Suddenly I
wondered if I had been wrong all these years. For the first time I
watched my dad fucking my aunt and wondered if it was right.
“Noooooo, hardly ever,” she reassured me. “Mostly he does my mom and
even then It’s usually when I’m not home.”
Well, that was a LITTLE better but still, why was he fucking her first?
He’d already cum once in my mouth and even with Viagra, he wasn't going
to be cumming a third time anytime soon so was he doing my Aunt instead
of me?
As it turned out, later I was very disappointed in myself for having
thought such crazy accusations. My father is such a wonderful husband
and father that I should have known he would never do anything to hurt or
disappoint me or my mom. After fucking her just a little while, he
pulled his dick out of my Aunt Linda, walked around the chaise lounge
chair and did the same with my mom.
Watching him doing my mom, I wondered if he was going to do me and Kristi
next. It was a valid concern given his age. After my recent BJ, would
he have the stamina to cum in my mom and still have enough left over to
get hard enough to fuck both me and Kristi? If past history was anything
to go by the odds were against it, even given the marvels of modern
pharmaceuticals.
In the end, I should have realized that there was no reason for me to be
so Worried. My dad had never let me down before and he wasn't about to
start now. What happened was like my aunt, he only stayed in my mom for
a couple of minutes before he pulled himself out of her and headed like
an arrow for Kristi, quickly burying his cock, still wet from fucking my
mom, in her younger pussy. After our two moms, she must have felt pretty
tight, despite the wear and tear her pussy was subjected to every week.
It’s not that our mothers were all that loose or bad in any way, it’s
just a pussy is never the same after childbirth. I’ve actually known
women who wanted a C-section because they didn’t want their pussies
permanently stretched out by childbirth. Talk about allowing your vanity
to get out of hand!
Knowing Kristi, she must have been impatiently waiting for her uncle’s
cock from the moment I started his BJ and from the way her face was
gleaming, she was loving every minute of it now. I have to say this, as
much as I LOVE being fucked and there are times I think I will simply not
make it through the day if I don't get a cock in me, Kristi is at another
level. Her addiction to dicks was probably the primary reason she became
a prostitute, not the money (although it certainly didn’t hurt). I’d
seen her in action at parties and with clients and as hot as I like to
think I am, and as good at being fucked as I claim to be, I'll never be
in Kristi’s league. It’s something that has to be born into you I think.
You won’t see Kristi in any of my situations, horny and dying for a dick
but not having anyone to help me. No, my whore of a cousin goes out like
a hunter and bags her own trophy dick, by whatever means is necessary.
Married, single, short, tall, skinny, fat... it didn’t seem to matter to
her when it was just her need for dick that had to be satisfied. I love
sex with married guys but at the same time, I try to be careful not to
hurt their marriage and if anything, try to make it an experience for him
that will help his marriage.
Not Kristi. If anything, I think she gets off from ruining marriages.
Any man that trusts her when she says she’ll never say anything to his
wife is an idiot, no other way to say it. There are enough broken
marriages and estranged spouses left in her dust to testify to her
selfishness.
At the moment, though, none of that mattered. Kristi obviously was
loving being fucked by my dad but then, who am I trying to kid? She
would love being fucked by him just as much if he wasn't my father. I
never got the feeling that having him fuck her was as emotionally
fulfilling for her as it was for me. If he never fucked her again, she
might miss it when she was over at our house and feeling horny, but it
wouldn't devastate her the way it would me.
As for me, I can’t even imagine my father not wanting to fuck me. It’s
not that his dick has any special powers or his sexual technique is all
that great. It’s the fact that it tells me how much he loves me that
means so much to me. If he ever stopped, regardless of why he claimed
the reason to be, I would be left for the rest of my life wondering what
I’d done so wrong that he no longer desired me physically.
“Cum in me Uncle John,” his blonde whore of a niece begged him. It
wasn’t like when I begged him to cum in me. For me it was a plead for
his love but for Kristi it was all about lust and desire.
Kristi was humping her hips, driving her crotch into him, doing her best
to stimulate him into an orgasm. She was good, too. I’d seen her more
than a few times practically wring the cum out of a guy before he’s
hardly even started fucking her.
There were a few moments when I thought it might actually happen. My
dad’s movements, grunts and facial expression all pointed to an impending
eruption at the end of his dick, which was no buried to the hilt in
Kristi’s pussy. Damn her, she was going to make him do it and she KNEW
how I felt about it. Indeed, she turned to face me and winked, my dad
not even noticing as his lust overtook him. It was like he was some
werewolf who no longer could be held accountable for his actions as he
turned into a beast.
“Dammit Kristi, don't you dare do it,” I said sharply to her. She knew
exactly what “it” meant and it looked like she was just going to ignore
me for the sake of her own selfish pleasure. “I’M WARNING YOU...” I said
a little louder this time.
My dad was concentrating so much on fucking her it was like he never even
heard me but Kristi sure did. Finally she just frowned and stopped
humping on his cock, letting him regain consciousness or whatever it was
that had him so spellbound for a couple of minutes there.
“Fuck ME now daddy,” I invited him, sitting on the edge of the hot tub
with my legs spread apart, leaving no doubt whatsoever where I wanted his
dick. I curled my finger at him, inviting him towards me.
My dad looked down at Kristi and sort of smiled and shrugged his
shoulders, as if to say there was nothing he could say, that he didn’t
have a choice. Indeed, if anyone had a right to his cock in a situation
like this, as his only daughter, I felt I was entitled, even more so than
my mom. Sure she was his wife and lover, but then anyone would say he
should fuck her.
As his daughter it was a much different story. After all, how many
fathers actually got to fuck their daughters? Sure, a lot of them WISH
they could and who knows how many would if they had a chance, but face
it, there are very few fathers who ever actually get to experience the
joy of thrusting their erect cock inside of their own daughter’s pussy.
Then to do it in front of his wife, and her sister and nice, that just
made it even more special. I just wish his entire family could watch as
well.
I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as he approached me. His dick
was standing out straight, pointing at me like some sort of spear all
ready to pierce me. I knew everyone was watching and I squirmed a little
from the anticipation of feeling him in me. He was staring at my pussy
all the way, not taking his eyes off of it for even a second as he
approached me. The was a calm, deliberate manner in the way he came to
me, like a man on a mission, one that he would now complete no matter
what it took.
When he was close to me he put his hands on my knees and spread me even
further apart. With both hands occupied, he shuffled in closer until his
dick was up against my pussy. I could see it was still wet from being
inside of Kristi and it just seemed hot knowing her puss cum was about to
enter me as well. At first he was a little too high and when he pushed
forward it slipped up and over my pussy. I didn't; really mind because
it caused his shaft to slide over my clit, like a fleshy dildo rubbing
over me. God it felt so good!!
“Put it in me daddy,” I begged him again, “Oh please fuck me daddy. I
want everyone to see how much you love me.”
Like he needed to be asked! Still, I’ve learned over the years that no
matter how in control they were, men still loved to hear a girl ask for
it. Oh that incredible male ego! I could say it a hundred times and he
would want to hear it again... “Fuck me.”
“OK baby, here it comes,” he said needlessly as I felt the pressure of
his cock head against my open pussy.
I was incredibly wet from masturbating and he was stiff as a steel rod so
it didn’t take much to get him in me. As mentally prepared as I was, I
still couldn’t help but gasp as he slid into me, the thickness of his
cock filling me and stretching me apart between my legs.
“Oh daddy... that feel so good!” I moaned, leaning my head back and
shutting my eyes as I concentrated on the sensations being created within
me as his dick drilled its way deeper and deeper into me.
One final thrust and we both grunted as he base of his cock planted
itself against my bare crotch, pushing up against me, almost sealing me
off as he ground himself into me. His stiff pubic hair scratched my bald
pussy like a fine steel wool pad as he gyrated his hips to literally
drill his dick into me even a little bit deeper.
By now his dick had been in four pussies, two older ones and now two
younger ones, in the space of less than half an hour. I’d like to think
mine was the tightest of the four so I figured it wasn't going to take
much for him to get off. Under the circumstances it wasn’t a big deal to
me how many positions we were in or how long he could go without shooting
off inside of me. No, the important thing was after fucking the other
three, I was the one he wanted to finish in. It made me practically
burst with pride to know my dad had waited until he was fucking me to
release himself. As much as he loved my mother, as much as he got off
fucking his sister-in-law and her daughter, in the end it was his own
daughter that turned him on the most. I may not be sixteen anymore but
still, 23 isn’t exactly OLD and he was a man so of course it had to be
special for him to fuck me. How many men dream of fucking a younger girl
than their wife? A LOT if my mail is any indication. How many of them
wish that younger girl was their daughter? A lot of them as well, again
if my e-mail and chats tell the story.
He was getting close, as was I. I could feel my orgasm rising inside of
me, like a surging tide rising irresistibly. Men seem to think a female
orgasm is the same as jerking off a dick – do it long enough and it
erupts, just a matter of performing the correct procedure. Heck, men can
get off sticking their dicks through holes and not even seeing the woman
sucking their dick! Sure, there are times I can cum just manipulating my
pussy, but the best orgasms are never straightforward but rather
complicated creations, like comparing a store-bought cake mix with a
pastry crafted by a French chef.
This particular one I could feel about to come was a complex mix of
physical pleasure created by my dad’s dick in me, combined with the
emotional feelings produced by having three of the women closest to me
watching me being literally mated by my father, all blended together with
the satisfaction of knowing I was pleasing my father in a way no other
woman in the world could.
“God I love you baby,” he cried out softly as he lifted my legs higher
and rammed his dick into me and held it there, his body quivering as he
fought to hold it back as long as possible. “Ahhhhhh!” he groaned as
finally he couldn’t resist the overwhelming primal drive that dwelled
within him, the evolutionary imperative to deliver his seed into his
mate.
The feeling of him jerking as the first load of incestuous sperm erupted
from his cock, combined with the just perceivable warmth within me of his
warm sperm as it bathed the interior of my pussy, and then seeing the
look on his face as the pleasure consumed him, all served to ignite my
own orgasm. It bloomed in me like a match thrown into a barrel of
gasoline, exploding in a fiery wave of pure pleasure that filled me from
head to toe. I could feel the goose bumps rising all over yet at the
same time it was like a heat lamp was on full blast, making me feel
flushed and sweaty. Even my hair seemed to sizzle as my vision narrowed
into a tunnel with just his face in view, that face of my father as he
continued to release load after load of his cum into me. Damn, not bad
for a guy his age, especially considered he had cum in my mouth not that
long ago!
“Oh daddy, that feels so good in me.... stay inside of me,” I somehow
must have said but my voice seemed to be coming from someone else, like I
was hearing myself but not saying the words.
Suddenly I felt this incredible feeling of fear, not that I was afraid of
being hurt or scared like at a horror movie, but fear that he would pull
his dick out of me, leaving me empty with nothing but his cum inside of
me. I didn’t want that, not yet at least. I wanted to feel him inside
of me after he had cum, feel myself joined together with him as his dick
slowly dwindled inside of me.
My dad released my legs but instead of dropping them to the deck, I
wrapped them around him waist, pulling him into me so he couldn’t
withdraw. He reached down and put his arms around me as I wrapped my own
arms around his neck. He grunted slightly as he lifted me up and off the
hot tub, holding me in the air, pinned on his dick like a bug in a tray.
My boobs were squished tightly against his chest as he lowered his hands
and supported me by putting his hands under my butt and lifting up with
one hand on each of my ass cheeks. He was sweating terribly, his body
slick as the sweat dripped from his face.
“Thank you daddy,” I whispered in his ear so only he could hear, “Thank
you for cumming in me... for choosing me.”
“You’ll always be my baby girl,” he said in a lovingly soft voice back to
me, “How could I have picked anyone but you?”
“Oh daddy!” I sighed, burying my head in his neck, ignoring the sweat as
I felt the tears rising. I felt so proud... so loved.
I could also feel my dad’s dick still in me. I didn’t even look around
to see what the others were thinking or doing. All I could think about
was how wonderful my dad had just fucked me and how perfect it was for me
to be held by him like this, joined together with him in the most
intimate way a father could be with his daughter.
A little cough suddenly interrupted the moment and I opened the eyes to
see my mom standing in front of me.
“I know this is special but the rest of us are hungry. Do you plan on
ever cooking us dinner or are you just going to fuck your daughter all
night?
She said it in a disarming tone so neither of us took it the wrong way.
To be perfectly honest, the second option would have been fine with me
but we needed to eat and get ready for the fireworks. Our deck was
positioned perfectly so we had a great view of the city fireworks
display. Of course, they were nothing like the ones in downtown
Pittsburgh but here we didn’t have to drive and fight the crowds. Not to
mention we were free to do other things should the desire come about.
Actually, cooking dinner was probably the best thing at the moment to
give my dad a chance to recover. He got dressed again as experience in
the past taught him that hot greasy grills and nudity don't get along!
The rest of us stayed nude, a little different from the norm but somehow
it seemed appropriate tonight.
“So Kelly, will we get to have Duane with us for our 5th anniversary?”
Kristi taunted me.
I knew what she was referring to. It seemed lately all my mom and them
could do was ask me when Duane was going to propose. Granted, the idea
didn’t make me shiver but still, it was a major step and I wasn’t sure I
was ready for him to ask me yet. Even if he did, would we get married in
time for next year’s 4th of July? Sure he could fuck Kristi and my Aunt
Linda. Heck, he had already done them both.
The key was that unless we were married he couldn’t fuck my mom. My
parents were VERY strict about adultery and never were swingers or did
any sort of sex outside of marriage. OK, there was that brief thing with
Beth, my best friend, but she was practically a part of the family and it
wasn’t anything that continued on anyway. He COULD get a BJ from my mom
as that wasn't sex, but penetration was out of the questions unless he
was married to me and thus officially, and biblically, a part of the
family.
My plans for Duane were to wait until he proposed to let him know the
rest of my family “involvements”. I could never marry anyone unless he
fully understood my commitment to my family and the expectations I had
once we were married. I would be 100% faithful to my husband and never
cheat on him but I could never turn away from my family. It really
wasn't a bad deal for him as he could fuck my mom and the other women in
my family with my full permission and encouragement. As open minded as
Duane was, I didn’t anticipate any problems but then you never know for
sure. The reason I didn't tell him now was we could break up or who
knows what and then what if he told people about my family?
By the time the night was over, my dad had ‘recovered” and this time he
fucked the others while I either masturbated or played around with
whoever was left over with me. It was one of the best 4th of July
picnics we had ever had. The only thing that would have made it better
would have been if Duane was there. Maybe next year????
THE END