Subject: Revealed for the First Time
Story Codes: MF MMF F-solo M-solo oral incest father daughter
Diary Date: January 22, 2010
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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Ever since the first time I had sex with my dad, Rule #1 has always
been, “Don't tell anyone about it.” Of course I talk about it on-line
but then nobody there knows who I really am so it’s safe.
While it’s one rule I can say I’ve followed religiously, there HAVE been
two exceptions. My friend Beth and my mother’s friend Tammy are the only
people outside of my family that has ever seen me having sex with my
father – at least the only people that knew he was my father at the
time. I have NEVER told any of my boyfriends because all it takes is one
bad breakup and who knows what they might spill and to whom. As erotic
as it sounds, it’s just not worth the risk.
Then again, there is always a first time for everything I guess...
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 – Rules
Chapter 2 – Randy & His Sister
Chapter 3 – Revealing the Truth
Chapter 4 – Convincing My Dad
Chapter 5 – Getting Ready
Chapter 6 – The First Time
Chapter 1 – Rules
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Let’s set the record straight from the beginning...
My name is Kelly and for the past eight years, since I was sixteen years
old, I’ve actively practiced incest with my parents and several immediate
relatives including an aunt, uncle and three cousins (two girls and one
boy).
Hmmm, saying it like that somehow makes it sound like I’m standing up in
front of a AA meeting confessing to being an alcoholic. Well. that
couldn't be any further from reality. There’s nothing I’ve done with my
parents or other family members that I need to “confess”. There is
nothing I have done sexually with my family that I regret. OK, maybe
there were a couple of time with my Uncle Jim that I’d like to be able to
erase from my memory but overall you know what I mean. On the other
hand, there are LOTS of things over the course of those same years that I
regret NOT doing - but that’s a different issue for another time.
So essentially the only time I tell people that I practice incest is when
I’m on-line. Thanks to the Internet and porn industry, it’s not
surprising that the first thing that comes to their minds are images of
pedophilia, wild family orgies, slutty teenage girls flaunting themselves
shamelessly to their fathers, in addition to all sorts of sordid and
perverted practices, all of which are heavily promoted by porn sites.
Truth is, I’ve never seen a web site that discusses incest in an
intelligent and practical manner. Instead, incest is always portrayed so
as to encourage the perverted fantasies of the predominantly male
population that supports such sites.
One of the many reasons I post my own web site is to provide a place
where people can come and see how REAL incest works in a REAL family, not
the crap you find on the porn sites. On my site I have posted a number
of articles about how I feel about incest so I won’t repeat them all
here, but suffice to say while I believe incest can be the foundation for
a loving and respectful relationship between family members, I recognize
that it can also be easily abused. More than anything I hate it when
people use “incest” as a rationale to abuse their children. In the same
vein I also despise web sites that promote incest as being pornographic
in nature. It’s because of the way incest is portrayed in the media and
Internet that when I say I am involved in incest, people instantly jump
to a number of totally wrong assumptions leading to conclusions about me
that are totally messed up. This is also one of the biggest reasons why
I never tell anyone in my “real” life what I do in the privacy of my home
with my family.
Another reason I never talk about incest with friends is more practical –
it’s illegal. Whether it SHOULD be or not isn’t the issue (you might
find it surprising to learn that personally, I think it should remain
illegal). Unfortunately, because it IS illegal, “holier than thou”
crusaders will try to ruin the lives of someone without ever taking into
account whether or not anything harmful has actually taken place.
Not only is incest illegal, but if I revealed to people WHEN I started
having incest, that could also lead to problems should such information
get in the wrong hands. By the time I was sixteen I was no virgin – far
from it. Still, despite the fact I was quite active sexually already, my
father could have been charged with statutory rape for having sex with me
at that age. Now that I’m 24 I don't worry about it – what are they
going to do, arrest him for what he did years ago without me pressing
charges? I sorta doubt it.
Still, even if no legal action were taken, the very fact that such
information was made public would be enough to ruin my father’s legal
career and before it was all over, the lives of everyone in my family
would undoubtedly be negatively impacted. As I mentioned earlier, most
people only see incest as it is portrayed on the evening news and
Internet so it would be only natural for them to condemn my parents as
being abusive. Some have tried to claim that I was “groomed” by them as
I grew up to where I thought I was the one initiating sex when it was
actually the inevitable result of years of preparation by my perverted
parents. That is all so much crap I wouldn't even know where to start
but sadly, it’s probably what would happen if things became public
knowledge.
Unlike a few “talks” I’d had with my mom earlier when I was growing up
(stop masturbating in public, that skirt is way too short, etc.), my
parents never actually sat down and told me not to say anything about
what we did, at least not directly. I was sixteen when I first had sex
with my parents. By the time I reached that age, I knew full well the
potential consequences. My parents treated me as an adult and I behaved
as one.
As much as I know it’s the right thing to do. It’s been hard at times
NOT to tell people. I’m not ashamed of what I do, not even a little bit.
I’m proud that my father sees me as more than just a daughter but also as
a sensuous woman who can satisfy his deepest needs. Nothing would make
me happier than to be more intimate with him in public so I could show
people how much I love him and let them see how much he loves me.
Reality bites.
The closest I’ve come to revealing the truth was to my boyfriend back
when I was almost engaged to Duane. At the time I struggled as to
whether I should wait for him to propose and THEN tell him, or to just
tell him and get it over with. When I was convinced he was about to
propose to me I decided to do a little experiment to try and gauge what
his response might be when he found out that his girlfriend was also
having sex regularly with her dad. The experiment involved letting him
know about my Aunt Linda and cousin Kristi. After he had sex with them
together, things went downhill from there and in the end we broke up. He
then tried to ruin my teaching career and everything got so horribly
confusing for a long time. Although it all worked out in the end, I
learned a valuable lesson – NEVER tell anyone about incest. Well, when I
get an actual marriage proposal I will but not a moment earlier.
Actually, there are two people outside my family that know the truth.
One is my mom’s best friend Tammy, who lives in Oregon. Since my mom’s
accident I haven’t see Tammy and I doubt I’ll ever see her again now. It
doesn't matter since I would NEVER worry about her telling anyone given
her close friendship with my mother over so many years. The other was my
best friend Beth. Now THAT was rather interesting in how it came about
as she actually had sex with my dad before she knew he was fucking me
also. Like Tammy, I have no worries at all about Beth as we’ve been best
friends since my earliest memories.
Interestingly, there ARE a few guys who HAVE seen my dad fuck me. The
important thing is they didn’t have any idea at the time that I was his
daughter. It involved some my dad’s clients who thought I was a hooker
he’d hired for the evening. It’s a long story so all I'll say here is
that it was the first time anyone outside my family had seen me fucked by
my dad and it was REALLY hot – for all of us! Still, such opportunities
don't just pop up every day.
So it all boils down to this – I simply don't tell people about my
incestual relationships because it’s in everyone’s best interest that I
don’t. Note that by “everyone”, I mean everyone important to me, NOT
everyone who might be interested. I’d like to think that not even our
closest friends and neighbors have a clue. Sure some of them may not
exactly consider me to be shy, to say the least, but there’s a BIG
difference between someone thinking you’re a slut and that same person
knowing that you have sex with your dad!
Chapter 2 – Randy & His Sister
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Back in high school when I was a senior I briefly dated Randy, a junior.
I usually didn’t go out with guys younger than me but he was a bit of a
nerd and for the first time, I was someone’s “first” which was pretty
cool. There are several entries in my diary regarding those days, plus a
few more recent ones involving the time we’ve spent together since he
moved back to the ‘burgh in the fall of 2009 after being laid off in
California. We aren’t exactly “exclusive”, but for the most part I think
we both have enough fun together that we don't feel the need to seek out
too many other people to keep us happy. There’s never been a moment when
I thought I’d want to marry the guy, but I enjoy being with him and the
sex is great so what more can I ask for now?
There is one special thing about Randy that makes him unique, at least so
far as guys I’ve dated. While I’ve met tons of guys on-line who claim to
be involved in incest, I’ve never actually met anyone in real life who
was. WAY back when I was first getting sexually active I got involved in
a situation with my boyfriend and his mother, but that was almost ten
years ago and I never really did find out what the whole story was. You
can imagine how my curiosity was peaked when I found out that Randy was
fooling around with his older sister.
There’s an entry in my diary regarding what happened between Randy and
his sister not too long ago. Briefly, I watched them having sex on their
parents’ bed, the same bed where Randy use to fuck me back in high school
and where his sister caught us once. This time she didn't know I was
hiding in the closet watching everything they were doing. Then again,
had she known I was there she never would’ve done it in front of me given
the way she feels about me being with her brother. Lots of baggage there
but you should get the idea. Still, it made Randy the first guy I’ve met
who was having sex with his own sister, at least for real. Nobody else
in his family was involves and his ultraconservative parents would have
freaked had they known, but it was the first case of incest I was aware
of outside my own family.
When it comes to what Randy knows about ME..., well, let’s just say not
as much as I’m sure he would like to know. He has seen me and my cousin
playing together, but then at times it seems so has half the south side
of Pittsburgh! Just come to a party where the two of us are goofing
around and you’d have to be blind not to know SOMETHING has to be going
on between us. Then again, we are cousins and FEMALE cousins at that, so
nobody much seems to care all that much – especially the guys. Of
course, it’s not like we’re dating or anything freaky like that.
Other than my cousin Kristi, whom Randy has fucked himself a few times in
the past, he doesn’t know about anyone else in my family so far as sex
goes. Until now, it was my intent that it stay that way – just as it has
been with every other guy I’ve dated, no matter how serious things may
have gotten. Granted, that was all before I knew he was screwing his
sister on a regular basis...
Chapter 3 – Revealing the Truth
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After that time when I watched Randy and his sister doing it on their
parents’ bed while I lurked in the closet, we never really talked a lot
about it. It was just one of those things we seemed to reach a mutual
consensus on without really saying anything out loud – no discussion
about him and his sister. He actually seemed to be a little embarrassed
by it all. I really couldn't blame him as all of the reasons I mentioned
before as to why I don't discuss incest with boyfriends probably applied
to him as well to one degree or another. As for me, I sensed his
insecurities and it also made me wary of talking about it as I end up
inadvertently sharing something about me in the process just to make him
feel better.
As time passed, I couldn’t help but wonder more about Randy and his
sister. It was a fluke getting the opportunity I’d had the first time so
I was under no delusions that I’d ever see them having sex again. In
fact, I hadn’t even seen her since then as she lived on her own and never
seemed to be at her parent’s home when I was there with Randy. Since
Randy wasn't bringing up the issue, it didn't seem right for me to
either. Still... when I meet him and we are doing it, I can’t help but
wonder what they did last night? Was the same dick that was buried in me
now deep inside his sister’s pussy last night? Was that faint odor I
smelled when I sucked his dick the lingering scent of his sister’s pussy?
To be honest, it was driving me a little crazy at times.
Not to go off on a tangent, but what is “worse”, at least in the public’s
eye – a father fucking his daughter or a brother doing his sister? It’s
really not a fair question as it’s sort of like asking a man if he has
stopped beating his wife. Personally, I DO see a difference, not so much
as to whether one is any more “right” or “wrong” than the other, but
rather in terms of emotions and submission.
As an only child. I’ve never had the opportunity to have sex with a
brother since I was an only child. Still, I know that at least in my
fantasies the sex would have been more for fun than anything else.
Having a horny brother on hand for sex whenever I needed it would be
convenient, not to mention downright handy when I was hornier than usual,
but I couldn't see it being anything all that emotional like it was when
my dad fucked me. Maybe I’m looking at it wrong, but I would think that
the sex would be all about getting ourselves off more than anything
involving “love” or emotions.
In contrast, sex with my dad is ALL about emotions. He’s 45 now and face
it, from a purely physical perspective it’s not quite the same getting
drilled by a 23 year-old stud like Randy. At the same time, sex with my
dad is much more fulfilling in that during sex and afterwards I feel a
sense of love and respect that lingers on long after he has cum in me.
While sex with Randy is physically incredible (the boy has one talented
dick), it always leaves me wanting more, like I’m some sort of drug
addict craving her next fix. I guess you could also say that I have sex
with my dad because HE wants it whereas I have sex with Randy because I
want it. My duty as a daughter is to please my father but with Randy,
while of course I try to make him happy the most important thing is that
I get what I want.
So back to my original question, “What is “worse”– a father fucking his
daughter or a brother doing his sister? “ The reason I ask that now is
because it was central to my thoughts and considerations when it came to
what I would tell Randy – and even more so, what I would NOT tell him.
The important question was if he knew I was having sex with my dad, would
the consequences of having his own incestual relationship with his sister
be enough incentive to keep his mouth shut about me and my dad?
Knowing Randy’s parents, I had to believe the answer to my question would
be yes, there WOULD be sufficient consequences, at least enough for him
not to want to have his own secrets revealed. His mother in particular
was almost insane when it came to premarital sex, so I could only imagine
how she would react to her own kids having INCESTUAL sex. God, that
would probably send her off with a stroke!
There was also the question that even if Randy COULD be trusted, what did
I have to gain from revealing the truth to him? It’s not like our sex
would be any different – my god we already fuck like rabbits as it is! At
this point I couldn't picture my father fucking me in front of him any
more than him doing me in the public square at noon on Saturday. So what
would be the point in telling Randy anything?
Perhaps I was all wrapped up in this train of thought because in some
ways I just wanted to tell someone my secrets... ANYONE! Holding it in
all these years was really tough at times and just once I wanted to see
the look in a guy’s eyes when he found out the truth about me.
Considering Randy’s own incestual experiences, I was pretty sure it would
be a look of lust, not disgust, one of excitement and desire. Mmmmmmm, I
could only imagine the sex we’d have afterwards! Would he want to role-
play with me as his daughter and him as my daddy?
Whenever major decisions such as this arise, I have one sure-fire way of
handling them – procrastination. Fast decisions are rarely good
decisions, at least when I make them. Most of my major screw-ups in life
can be traced back to a quick decision made in the heat of the moment.
I’m sure there are those people to whom such decisions come easily, but
not for me. Thus after seeing Randy and his sister together, I tabled
any thoughts of sharing what I’d done with my dad with Randy and bided my
time, figuring God would reveal the proper time and place to me.
Well, despite my persistent prayers God certainly took his sweet time
about it... New Year’s Eve came and I almost told Randy then. Rather
than going out and doing something wild like I usually do to celebrate
the new year, I decided to stay home with just Randy and my cousin.
Being the numbers were such that he was the only guy, I couldn't be
selfish and so I shared Randy with Kristi throughout the evening.
However, when it came to the clock striking midnight, he was MY boyfriend
so I made sure that I was the one he was fucking as the ball dropped at
Times Square. Our timing was just a little off – I wanted him to explode
in me just as the ball hit bottom but he was a couple of seconds late.
Still, not too shabby considering his orgasms aren't exactly something he
can control with all that much precision – I have enough stained outfits
to prove it.
Afterwards, as we lay in my bed still tied together, I thought it might
be the perfect time to tell him my “secret”. Then, just as I was about
to say something, my horny cousin plopped down on top of the two of us
and that was that. The sex was great, of course, but the mood had
definitely changed and it just didn't feel right telling him when he was
falling asleep next to me, especially with my cousin sandwiching him in
from the other side.
It wasn’t until a couple of weeks later that the right moment finally
presented itself. This time I was at his house for a quick fuck after
we’d gone out to a movie. His parents were out and we were both horny as
hell so we figured why waste another half hour or more driving back to my
place, especially since Kristi would likely to be home and the odds were
pretty slim that she would leave us alone for long. Not that it would be
so bad if she didn’t, but I had other things in mind for which I needed
his undivided attention.
Just for fun, I coaxed Randy into fucking me in his sister’s old bedroom.
She lived in her own place but her parents still kept it as “her room”,
sort of nostalgic for the old days I guess. He wasn't too thrilled about
the idea but it didn't take much to convince him it was in his best
interests. Really, when has a man ever told me “no” about anything when
I had his dick in my mouth? Just doesn't happen... LOL
For better or worse, Randy came pretty fast. Whether it was he was just
that awfully horny or doing it in his sister’s bed turned him on, it was
only a matter of minutes before he was cumming and shooting sperm all up
inside of me. As I felt him releasing himself in me I couldn't help but
feel a sense of satisfaction in how well I’d “trained” Randy. When we
first starting fucking again he was all into this crap of pulling out and
wanting to spray his cum all over me like he was marking his territory or
something like that. Sure it may be the standard porn movie conclusion,
but I hated it for two reasons. The first was more practical - it left a
mess all over me and was a pin to clean up, especially if it got in my
hair. Then there was the simple fact I LOVE for a man to cum inside of
me. I don't know, maybe it’s some evolutionary or female instinct, but I
feel an incredible sense of contentment and fulfillment when I know a man
is flooding me with his sperm. Not to mention it feels good too!
“Damn, THAT was fast,” I teased him as I sucked his cock dry once he
finally pulled it out of me.
When he was this horny I knew it wouldn't take much more of this to get
him erect once again and I wanted more than just three or four minutes of
dick in me! Randy just grunted, jerking a little when I would hit a
particularly sensitive spot on his dick.
“So tell me Randy, when was the last time you fucked Cindy in this bed?”
It was a devious question and I could tell from his reaction that he
wasn't prepared for THAT one. Yep, sort of out of the blue but those
were the best kind of questions as they typically got the most honest
answers as he doesn’t have time to dream up a response.
“Shit... a couple of days ago if you must know.”
“Cool, were your parents home?” “Hell no, you know better than that. We
NEVER fuck when they’re home. Sheesh, my mom would kill us both!”
“Well I bet your dad wouldn't mind... I bet he’d love to fuck Cindy too,
wouldn't he?”
“My dad?” Randy explained, “Nawwwwww, I don't think that would go over so
well.”
“Why not? I think most dads would love to fuck their daughter, don't you
agree?”
“Well I don’t know about THAT... I just can’t imagine my dad fucking
Cindy – or even WANTING to do her like that.”
“Would it turn you on to see him fuck her?”
Randy hesitated at that one. I don't know if he was trying to make up
his mind or if he was just trying to figure out how to answer it without
getting himself in trouble.
“I don't know... a father-daughter thing always sounds hot but not so
sure when it’s my own father and sister.”
Well, that sounded like an honest answer, I had to give him credit for
that. Most guys I’ve asked such questions to usually say how incredible
it would be to see such a thing – with them joining in of course. Like
most male fantasies, in the end it’s all about them.
“What about another father and daughter, maybe a neighbor?”
Again, he seemed to carefully consider his answer before blurting
anything out. He knew me well enough by now to be a bit wary when I
started to question him about something.
“Yeah, I suppose so, so long as she was hot.”
Well, it was a step in the right direction at least. Now to up the ante
a bit...
“Would you think it was hot if it was me and my dad?”
I tossed that tone out there as if it was just another question, nothing
TOO alarming by my tone of voice but he still caught on quick and looked
rather sharply at me this time. Then he smiled and laughed softly before
answering.
“Yeah, that would be hot I guess. Hell Kelly, ANYTHING involving you and
sex is OK with me!”
Well, it was now or never. If there was ever the right opportunity, this
HAD to be it.
“What if I told you that you COULD watch my dad fuck me.” I said in a low
voice, as if I was confessing something to him.
“Seriously?” he questioned me, “Quit kidding around Kelly... not funny.”
“What if I told you my dad has been fucking me since I was sixteen?”
Randy’s eyes widened. Then they widened even further as I could almost
see him punching the keys on his internal calculator.
“But that was before...”
“Yes, before I dated you,” I finished his sentence for him.
Randy started to laugh and he spanked me playfully. “OK, you got me,
nice one Kelly.”
I didn't say a thing in response but just smiled at stared back at him.
As our eyes met, his laughter diminished and then he suddenly looked very
intense.
“Ohhhhhh... Myyyyyyy... Godddddd!” he barely got out, “You’re not
screwing with my head, are you? You mean you really DO fuck your dad?”
To which I just grinned and let my smile do all the talking.
“Damn... that IS soooooo fucking hot!” he exclaimed, “I’ve never met a
girl who did that before!”
“Well, I never met a guy who fucked his sister before either,” I teased
him back.
“Yeah but still... you and your DAD?” he said in a tone that clearly told
me he still was not totally convinced, “How did it start? Does he still
fuck you? How often?”
You can imagine how rock hard he was by now. I gripped his erect dick
with my hand and pulled him closer to me. “No more questions until you
fuck me better this time.”
Hey, a girl has got to have priorities and I wasn't any where’s even
close to feeling as good as I’d wanted – or expected for that matter.
His dick felt so good in my hands and my pussy was practically screaming
for me to push it inside again.
“Oh come on Kelly, you can’t drop something like this on me and then just
tell me to fuck you!”
Actually, I thought I could! To prove it, I leaned back and spread my
legs apart for him, offering myself to him like a whore in heat.
“Fuck me Randy... dammit fuck me. I'll tell you more if you do.”
Well, he did and this time it was MUCH better but I could tell his mind
was not totally engaged. Thankfully his dick didn’t need his mind to
function properly. All the time he was fucking me he kept trying to find
out more about me and my dad but I made him wait until we had both cum
before I said another word about it. Eventually I kept my end of the
bargain which worked out for the best because by the time I was through
he was horny as hell again so I got fucked yet again. Gotta love the
boy’s recovery powers!
I got the feeling Randy was hoping against hope that I would offer to
include him in a father-daughter three-some or at least let him watch my
dad fuck me but I made no such promises. It wasn't that I didn't WANT
to, but I knew my dad would have something to say about it and odds were
not that good my dad would go along with it. I’d have to catch him when
he was really horny – the perfect time to catch ANY man when you wanted
something from him!
Chapter 4 – Convincing My Dad
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“Fuck me daddy.”
Like, how many times had I whispered those same three words to my father
over the years? Dozens if not hundreds of times? Still, each time I did
I got the same reaction from him – uncontrolled lust and determination.
There was just something about three simple words that seemed to set him
off like nothing else I could ever say to him. I guess that’s a little
bit of why I say them!
In this case it wasn't like he needed any encouragement. It was Sunday
morning and with only twenty minutes before the service started, we
didn't have a lot of time to mess around. It was five minutes from his
house to church as giving time to clean up a bit and park and such, that
left less than ten minutes for him to fuck me and cum in me if we were
going to make it on time. Fortunately, I was wearing a skirt without any
panties underneath so it wasn't like there was all that much in the way
for him. He’d been rock hard from the moment I’d stepped in and I saw
the grin on my Aunt’s face as she watched him fuck me – obviously proud
of herself for making sure my dad was ready for me this morning.
As it turned out, my Aunt Linda must have prepared her brother-in-law a
little TOO well as it seemed he’d barely started stroking himself in me
when he started to cum. Damn, that was fast! I looked over at my Aunt
Linda with a bit of an accusing expression and she just shrugged her
shoulders as if to say there was nothing she could do about it. Then she
couldn’t help but pop a grin and I knew she was a little too pleased with
herself. Oh well, at least I was the one to get his cum!
On the upside, for once we didn't have to rush out of the house to get to
church on time. I straightened out my dress and kissed my dad as he
somehow managed to get his freshly fucked dick back in his pants. His
erection hadn’t dwindled yet and it was sort of funny seeing him try to
get it to fit back in his pants again. With a few minutes to spare, I
took a deep breath and dropped my bomb.
“Daddy, you know I’ve been dating Randy for a while.”
He just shrugged, working on his zipper which seemed to be stuck.
“Did I tell you that he and his sister have sex all the time?”
That got his attention and he looked up at me. I could tell that he was
not quite sure where I was going with this but he was still interested.
Obviously he expected me to provide a little more detail so he was caught
off guard at what I had to say next.
“Well, I told him a few days ago that you fuck me too.”
Now THAT really got his attention! Suddenly the zipper wasn’t an issue
before. His mouth dropped open and while he stood there staring at me my
Aunt Linda was the first to speak up.
“You told your boyfriend about THAT?” she said incredulously, “Kelly, are
you insane? After what happened with that asshole Duane and the way it
almost got your dad in trouble... how could you even THINK of doing such
a thing?”
My dad motioned with his hand for her to calm down a little. Unlike my
aunt, he didn't seem upset at all but instead actually a little intrigued
if I was reading him right.
“So what exactly did you tell this guy anyway?”
I paused for a moment, trying to think of a response that would balance
the glare from my aunt with the curiosity of my dad.
“Not all that much really. I don't know... we were just doing it and he
was talking about him and his sister and it just kinda came out.”
It was time to get to church so we had to hurry off before any more
questions had to be answered. Nobody said anything in the SUV yet in a
way the silence said more than anything. The two of them seemed lost in
thought and I had a pretty good idea what they were thinking about.
Nothing was said during church of course, but afterwards it became pretty
obvious that none of us had been listening to the sermon. I’d really
hoped to have a chance to discuss it alone with my dad but my aunt clung
to us like Velcro. Damn, she had really become protective of him since
moving in with him!
“So what do you think is going to happen now?” my aunt quizzed me once we
were back at their house. It seemed funny calling it “their house” when
it use to be “my house”. In my heart it still was but with my aunt
living there now with my dad I almost felt like an interloper.
I hesitated, looking at my dad for his approval before I went on. I knew
he already knew what I was going to say and for that matter, my aunt
probably did as well. Still, it needed to be said sooner or later.
Finally my dad winked at me when he thought my aunt wasn't looking and I
knew it was OK with him so I took a deep breath and came out with it.
Even at this point I don’t think either of them expected to hear what I
proposed. Of course my aunt was dead set against it but my dad overruled
her. Since Randy already knew, what harm could it do? I was feeling a
little victorious so I couldn't help but tease my aunt by asking her if
she wanted to watch but she just stormed off, mumbling something about
how crazy we both were. When she was upstairs my dad turned to me and
hugged me.
“Are you sure this is what you want baby?” he whispered in my ear.
I nodded and we kissed. My heart had been beating so fast but now I felt
safe and secure I his arms, just as I always did since I was a little
girl.
“Fuck me daddy.”
There they were, those three words he loved to hear so much. It was
totally spur of the moment as I hadn’t even thought about having sex
again after church but it seemed appropriate under the conditions. After
all, he’d just agreed to share me with another man so didn't he deserve
something from me?
“Fuck me daddy!”
Those were the last words I said as my dad did just that...
Am I a good daughter or what!
Chapter 5 – Getting Ready
=========================
I was SOOOOOO nervous. Over the past week I’d had to make so many
decisions and now I was second guessing every one of them. Tonight was
the big night and I wanted everything to be perfect. The problem was,
when dealing with two men who were of different ages, backgrounds and
with totally different preferences about sex, how do you decide on one
thing or the other?
After my dad had agreed to my plan, I couldn't wait to see Randy again
and tell him. From his initial response I could tell that he still
hadn’t quite believed me before when I told him I was fucking my dad so
when I made him the offer he seemed a little surprised.
“Really Kelly? You want to do THAT?” he stammered.
Before answering I took his dick back into my mouth again and sucked on
it for a short while before answering. I’d waited until I was well into
a good blowjob before bringing this up, knowing there was no way he would
refuse with my lips wrapped around his dick. Mmmmmmm, Randy could NEVER
say no to me about anything when I sucked his cock! Not that I thought he
would WANT to, but why take any chances?
In the end he agreed of course and he was rewarded well. I even let him
cum on my face so that should tell you how pleased I was with him. Now
it was all up to me to put my plan into motion. Of course, at this point
my plan was nothing more than a concept. Sure, they had both agreed to
fuck me together but there were so many unanswered questions. Where
would we do it? When? How would it go – would they do me together or one
at a time or what? There was the important decision as to what I should
wear – if anything?
I have heard people say that girls look for men like their fathers.
Well, nobody could accuse me of THAT when it came to Randy, at least when
it came to sex. Since my relationship with Randy was founded primarily
on sex (it was pretty much the only reason we dated... make that the ONLY
reason we dated), it really didn't matter what his other likes and
dislikes were compared to my dad. Maybe it was because my dad was twice
as old as Randy but whatever it was, when it came to fucking me they were
like total opposites.
With my dad, sex was always about me submitting to him, satisfying him
and tending to his needs and desires. Of course as my father he tried to
make me happy as well, but ultimately it was HIS needs that determined
when we did it and how. He loved to fondle me and touch me, even when it
didn't lead to sex. Sometimes we would just sit on the couch and kiss
like teenagers, his hands roaming all over me on top of my clothes, never
actually reaching underneath. I loved it when he would play with my
hair, running his fingers through it and tugging on it gently.
My dad loves blowjobs. Of course, ALL men love blowjobs but I mean my
dad REALLY loved them from me, especially when I would do it someplace
semi-public. From the very first time he fucked me, my dad came inside
of me and except when he would cum in my mouth, he ALWAYS came inside my
pussy. Unless he as in a hurry, he loved to stay in me afterwards,
kissing me and touching me as his cock dwindled inside of me. At his
age, a repeat performance was usually out of the question, even with
Viagra, so it was like he wanted to prolong it for as long as possible.
Perhaps the biggest thing about sex with my dad was the incredible
emotional high it gave me. There’s just something special about having
your own father mating you. Maybe someday when I am married my husband
will make me feel special in this way but for now, it’s something only my
dad can do for me.
As for sex with Randy, what can I say? He’s at the peak of his sexuality
and fucking me is ALWAYS on his mind. Of course he loves a good blowjob,
but he’d rather fuck me if he could. Unlike my dad’s musket-loader, his
dick was more of a machine gun, recovering quickly and typically able to
do me three times or more a night. In fact, the first time was usually
pretty quick just to get it out of the way so he could fuck me longer the
second time before blasting off. The third time usually took some
coaxing while the fourth time required some heavy duty mouth work to get
him back but usually I could do it.
Like most young guys, Randy tolerated foreplay because he knew I demanded
it but he didn't waste any time getting his dick in me as fast as he
could. As I mentioned before, he stayed in me now when he came but for a
while when we first started doing it I would go home a total wreck, no
matter how many tissues I brought with to try and clean myself off!
The more I considered their differences, the more I developed a plan to
take advantage of both. Of course, it all hinged on whether they would
FOLLOW my plan. When it comes to men and sex you can’t EVER be sure of
anything ahead of time.
After considerable debate, the “where” came down to a hotel room.
Randy’s, of course, was not even a consideration. I considered my dad’s
house but then I was worried Randy might be intimidated having to come
onto my dad’s “territory”. My house was out of the question as well, it
just didn't seem intimate to me to do it in my own bed. I wanted
something more exiting, something more exotic. Thus in the end I decided
on more neutral territory – a hotel room downtown.
The “when” was the easy part. It could be any day, really, as I knew
neither of them would allow anything to get in the way of this
opportunity. I preferred to keep it a weekend so I didn't have to go to
school the next day. Facing a classroom of sixth graders with a well-
fucked pussy still throbbing between my legs was NOT the best idea in the
world. I ended up choosing a Friday night since that also meant I didn't
have to worry about getting up for church the next day either.
Maybe the one item I debated on the least was what to wear. This was the
one area where both men agreed – the sluttier I looked the better. It
was just a question of which outfit to choose – formal, casual, sporty,
etc. In the end, as my plan took form it actually became a non-issue.
The week before the big night I was consumed with thoughts about what was
going to happen at the end of the week. Even when in class, I would
sometimes get totally distracted by my dreams of what they would do to
me, of how they would watch each other as they fucked me. Imagine if my
kids knew why their teacher was smiling so much all week! Much to Randy’s
chagrin, I told him he couldn't fuck me during the week as I wanted him
horny and with a full load of cum for me. He wasn't thrilled with having
to go so long without getting a piece of me but I just smiled and told
him it would be worth it.
At home, I must have set a personal record for masturbation sessions in
one week! Even my cousin Kristi, no slouch herself in that department,
couldn't believe it. I couldn’t blame her for being a little
exasperated. It was like my hand couldn't leave my crotch from the time
I got home to when I finally fell asleep exhausted and spent. She
offered to “help” but I politely refused – it was all about me, Randy and
my dad this week, even in my fantasies.
When I told my dad about where I wanted to do it, he offered to book the
room but I told him I would do it. I wanted this to be a special night
for him and for me to take care of everything. When I told Randy, the
relief in his voice told me I had made the correct choice. I can’t blame
him as what guy wouldn't be intimidated to come to a man’s house and fuck
his daughter right in front of him in his own house?
My plans were made, my men were horny, and it was time. Even with all my
preparations I was still nervous. After all, it’s not every day a girl
gets to fuck her dad and boyfriend at the same time – for the first time
at that!
Chapter 6 – The First Time
==========================
One of the logistics that I struggled with was how to bring us all
together. Well, as I mentioned earlier, it was the differences between
them that actually led me to the answer. There was also the fact that
this wouldn't be the first time my dad had watched a boyfriend fuck me.
Heck, back in high school he must have seen me dozens of times when I
would bring a boy back home to my room. Of course the boy didn't know my
dad was peeking in through the door, but I did and it made it all the
better for me. What this all meant was that it wasn't terribly important
for me to make sure my dad was there when Randy first fucked me. of
course I knew my dad would enjoy seeing it, but it wasn’t something new
that he would feel he’d missed on out if he wasn't there.
Thus what I had set up was for me Randy to pick me and take me to the
hotel room like we were on a date. We normally avoided the expense of a
hotel room but now and then we would do it just for fun. He stopped by
right on time and came to the door to get me. I could have easily walked
out and met him at the curb when he pulled up but tonight he had to be a
gentleman to I had insisted he come to the door to get me. Besides, I
had an ulterior motive as well!
“Hi Randy,” I greeted him as I opened the door. Randy stepped in and saw
I was wearing a long winter coat with knee-high boots and a scarf wrapped
around my neck.
“Ready to go I see,” he said, maybe a little miffed I was hidden away so
well under my coat.
“Almost,” I said coyly, untying the belt that was keeping the coat
closed. It fell open to reveal I was totally nude underneath, nothing
but the coat, scarf and boots. “Do you like my outfit?”
Like I said earlier, in the end it was easy to decide what to wear –
nothing! Randy loved it when I acted like a slut and what could be
sluttier on a cold winter night than to go out with nothing on underneath
your coat? He started to reach for me but IZ knew if I let that get
started, we might not make it to the hotel room any time soon so I
stepped back and redid my coat.
“Later big boy...later,” I teased him.
He looked like a little boy who was told he couldn't have the puppy dog
in the window but I knew he would be happy before the night was over. He
led me by the hand to his car, even opening and closing the door for me
as I held my coat out of the way of the door. The trip downtown was
uneventful, neither of us saying much more than to comment on the
weather. I would look over at me from time to time, obviously hoping I
would do something to turn him on like I usually did when we were in the
car together but not tonight. Nope, tonight he had to wait until we got
to our room.
Checking in, we had to wait behind a couple of business men. I felt a
tingle as I stood there feeling my coat against my bare skin. Other than
randy, the guys around me had no idea I was naked underneath and I
wondered what they would say should my coat “accidentally” fall open.
Another time and I might have done it just to turn on Randy but once
again, he would have to wait until we got to our room.
On the elevator, Randy tried to slip his hands under my coat but I pushed
him away. God, he must be horny as hell – just the way I wanted him to
be. He fumbled with the key card in the room, so anxious to get inside I
wondered for a moment if he had a bursting bladder. As it turned out, he
was about to burst but it wasn't his bladder that would explode!
Stepping in the room, Randy looked around as if expecting to see
something – or someone. The room was empty of course, so he looked back
at me with a questioning expression and I knew exactly what he was
thinking.
“He’ll be here later,” I said softly, knowing full well Randy knew
exactly who “he” was.
Without further ado, I pulled the scarf off, tossing it on the dresser
and then quickly took off my coat, laying it over the scarf. The boots
were history seconds later, leaving me standing there totally nude in the
middle of the room facing Randy. He still had his coat on and just stood
there, staring at me like he’d never seen a naked girl before.
“Are you just going to stare at me or are you going to fuck me?”
That seemed to shake him out of whatever trance he was in and he quickly
stripped as I pulled back the covers and slipped underneath. I’d asked
for a king size bed and I laid on my back right in the middle with my
arms outstretched. I smiled as I saw Randy’s dick was already standing
at attention as he stripped off his underwear and advanced toward me, his
nude body looking so handsome and delicious in the soft light from the
lamp on the desk. Mmmmmmm, I couldn't wait for him to get under the
covers with me!
“I thought we were doing this with your dad?” he asked as I lifted the
covers to get under with me.
“Don't worry, he’ll be here,” I assured him, “I wanted you to fuck me
first.”
Indeed, that was my final plan. Since I knew Randy would be good for at
least three times tonight, why not get the first one out of the way
before my dad arrived? Plus, I thought it might help to make Randy a
little more comfortable if his mind was somewhat clouded after his first
orgasm. I don't know the science behind it, but I DO know that men just
don't think too clearly after they cum – something women have used to
their advantage for centuries I suppose.
Randy moved over next to me on his side, lifting his upper leg over me so
his cock was poking me in the hip. Oh yeah, my boy was horny all right!
It was like a steel rod was trying to push itself right through me!
“God I missed you this week,” he mumbled as he slid over on top of me.
I spread my legs further to allow him to wiggle his hips to position his
dick at my pussy. There was no sense in trying to delay it so why not
make it easy? I knew all too well by now that when Randy was this horny
there was only one thing that would satisfy him – feeling his dick in me.
So without any fanfare or even so much as a kiss, he lifted my megs up
with his arms and got on his knees between my legs, pulling me up and
into his pulsing cock. Reaching down, I guided his dick and as soon as
he felt his head begin to enter me he shoved his hips forward and rammed
it inside of me. Thankfully, he wasn't the only horny person in the room
and my pussy was soaking wet already, allowing him to slide easily in to
the hilt on the first try.
“Oh fuck you’re so tight,” he groaned.
Well what did he expect, the poor thing hadn’t had anything in it for
almost a week now! As I prefer to use my fingers over a dildo, nothing
had stretched me out since last Sunday when my dad fucked me so I was
really gripping his cock now – not that he was really complaining.
Randy started banging me, thrusting him dick in and out of me quickly.
If I hadn’t been so horny myself I might have tried to slow him down but
I wanted him to cum as badly as he did.
“Cum in me Randy, fuck my pussy, cum for me!”
He was grunting and I knew he was close. Just then a voice came like out
of nowhere.
“You heard my daughter, cum in her,” a deep voice said firmly.
I knew who it was and had Randy given it a second’s thought he would have
too but he reacted instinctively and turned his head to see my dad
standing there with a big grin on his face.
“What are you looking at ME for? Is this how you treat my daughter? I
believe she asked you to cum in her, didn’t she?” he said but the twinkle
in his eyes told us he was just teasing.
Of course, it helped him that I had told him about my plans ahead of time
and he had watched us go to the room, then bided his time until her knew
what we would be doing. I had to say, his timing was perfect!
No matter how much he may have prepared himself, no matter how much he
knew it was OK to be fucking me in front of my dad, Randy was still a guy
and what guy doesn’t have nightmares growing up about a father catching
him fucking his daughter? It’s like the ultimate taboo, the thing every
dad warns a boy about when he dates his daughter. So I guess I couldn’t
complain that for a moment, Randy hesitated. The good news was that he
didn't pull out or anything like that. He turned from my dad and looked
back down at me.
“You heard my dad... now cum in me!” I said firmly, almost demandingly.
Yes, Randy WAS a guy and despite whatever social taboos he might be
dealing with, his cock WAS inside of me and he WAS horny as hell so what
could he do other than to continue on? Suddenly he thrust himself hard
against me, pushing his dick into me as far as he could, the base of his
cock pressing against my freshly shaved pussy, compressing his thick
pubic hair against me.
“He’s cumming in me daddy... he’s cumming in me,” I announced, looking
over at the side of the bed where my dad had sat to watch us.
He’d taken off his winter coat but still had the rest of his clothes as
he sat there silently, smiling as he watched Randy’s hips thrusting into
me with each load of sperm he was pumping into me.
Speaking of cumming me, Randy was FLOODING me. It was like he was never
going to stop as he let loose one load after another inside of me. I
could even feel it dripping down the crack of my butt as it leaked out of
me as he stroked himself in and out. Once spent, he rolled over to the
side of me opposite from my father, laying his back next to me on mine as
he tried to catch his breath.
“Well, I see you two didn't waste any time,” my dad said with a grin,
reaching over to run his hands over my bare upper thigh.
He moved his hand up until he had it cupping my breast, his fingers
lightly touching my sensitized nipple.
“You know son, there’s more to sex than just dipping your stick in and
letting it go,” my dad said gently as he caressed my boob, “A woman needs
more to be satisfied... a lot more... maybe you need someone to show
you.”
My dad was following the script perfectly. Of course, Randy had no idea
my dad and I had worked this all out ahead of time. The entire reason I
rushed Randy into fucking me so fast was to final a rationalization for
my dad fucking me in front of him As horny as he was, he had played into
my hand perfectly and now while he was getting himself ready to go again,
my dad was ready for his turn.
“Come here baby,” my dad said gently, reaching out to me.
I sat up, feeling Randy’s cum between my legs as I did and so I used the
sheet to wipe myself off before scooting over to my dad. As I got
closer, he put his arms around me and pulled me in tightly to him. Then
he lowered his head down and for the first time that night, I was kissed.
God, just kissing my dad in front of another man was something I’d never
done before and I was conscious of him behind me, undoubtedly watching
the scene unfolding before him. It must have been like a fantasy come
true for him to watch a father loving his daughter.
As we kissed, he pulled me up an onto his lap. My feet were still on the
bed so I wasn't as heavy as I could have been but still, I wasn't twelve
anymore! He didn't seem to mind as I wrapped my arms around his neck and
continued kissing him as my breast pressed in tightly against him. His
hands began to wander over me, running all over me as his fingers gently
caressed me. It felt so wonderful, so right. I loved it when he touched
me this way, like he as exploring me for the very first time. I felt his
hand working its way between my thighs so I spread them apart just enough
to let him reach down to my pussy, his finger running up and down my
swollen pussy slit. I was slippery from the moisture of my pussy juices
and Randy’s cum but my dad didn't seem to mind.
Leaning back from him, I licked my lips as he lowered his head and
started to suckle my breasts. My dad knew just how to alternate between
gentle kissing and sucking to make them tingle! I could see Randy over my
dad’s shoulder, laying on his side now with the sheet off, stroking his
cock slowly as he watched. For the moment I though he wasn't seeing much
as my dad was blocking his view but then I realized he was looking at the
mirror on the wall where he could see a side view of what was happening.
I smiled at Randy and then sucked in my breath as my dad pulled on my
nipples gently with his teeth. God it felt so good!
We went on like this for a while and then I whispered to my dad to lay
down. I stood to the side of the bed and undid his belt buckle and
pants, then slowly unzipped his pants. He lifted his hips as I pulled
them off along with his underwear and then his shoes and socks, leaving
him naked from the waist downward. His cock was stiff and I was proud of
my dad for having such a firm erection in front of my boyfriend. He must
have =taken a good dose of Viagra beforehand as more often these days it
took a little work from me to get him this stiff, no matter what his
anticipation level may be.
Looking at my dad and then at Randy, I crawled up on the bed and kneeled
between my dad’s legs, gripping his cock in my hand as I nestled into
place. Both of them had their eyes firmly planted on my dad’s crotch
where my hand was slowly stroking my dad’s erection.
“Do you want to see me suck my dad’s cock Randy?”
OK, award for the silliest question of the day goes to Kelly but still, I
felt like I HAD to ask him. After all, this would be the first time
anyone like him saw me suck my dad’s cock so I wanted it to be as
memorable as possible – for all of us.
“God, I can’t believe this,” was all Randy could say in response.
The firmness of his cock confirmed his feelings – he was ready to go
again but he would have to wait for a while. For now it was my dad who
getting my attention.
Lowering my head down, I reached out with my tongue to just touch the tip
of my dad’s cock head. Even that light touch was enough to make him jerk
involuntarily. Yep, my dad was just as horny as this boy next to us who
was half his age! I knew it wouldn't take much to set him off in this
condition so I had to be careful. As much as I wanted to suck his dick,
it was my pussy where I wanted him to cum eventually.
As my mouth wrapped around his cock and I slowly took it in, inch by
inch, my dad groaned and he put his hands on my head, trying to push my
head down onto him even more. Mmmmmmm, he smelled so good! He must have
showered just before coming over and I could smell the fresh scent of
soap mixed with the more musky odor of his lust. When I had him all in
my mouth, I turned towards randy and was pleased to see him staring at
me, not even blinking as if he didn't want to miss a fraction of a second
of what was going on right before his eyes.
It would have been easy to get my dad off quickly in the condition he was
in so I didn't suck him all that much out of fear he wouldn't be able to
hold back. Still, both of them seemed to be enjoying what I was doing
and it made me feel good to be able to get two guys off with just one BJ.
My dad also must have sensed he was about to lose it so he pushed my head
back and smiled at me. I knew from having had sex with him so many times
over the years what he wanted next but Randy wasn’t as familiar with us
so said it out loud for his benefit.
“Lick my pussy daddy,” I said gently, my hand holding his cock but not
stroking it so he wouldn't cum accidentally.
Unlike “fuck me daddy”, these three words were almost NBEVER said when I
had sex with my dad.
It wasn’t because I didn't want him too, I just didn't have to say it –
it happened on its own. Over the years I would say I only get my pussy
licked maybe a third to half the time when I have sex but that’s OK with
me. Not that I don't love it, it’s just so few guys know how to do it
right and it gets frustrating having to explain to each one all the time.
That’s one reason I love sex with girls, especially my cousin, who KNOW
what it feels like to be licked and KN(OW how to do it based on personal
experience. My dad was probably the one exception but then he has fucked
me more than any ten men combined so I guess it’s only natural he would
learn how to lick my pussy the way I like it over all that time.
Essentially we just traded places. In the process my dad took off the
rest of his clothes so when he laid down on his belly on the bed between
my legs, he was totally naked now. I dropped my head up on a pillow so I
could watch better. My dad also grabbed an extra pillow and put it under
my butt to lift my pussy up in the air to make it easier for him to get
his mouth on me without me having to lift my hips up so high. Once we
had everything in place, he didn't waste any time putting his face in my
crotch and going to work! Having already been fucked by randy, my clit
was pretty sensitive still and when his lips touched them I thought I
would shoot off the bed!
“Yes daddy! That's feels soooooo good daddy!” I moaned as I writhed on
the bed.
He had his arms around my hips so his hands were under my ass, one butt
cheek in each hand as he lifted me up to his mouth like he was eating a
pizza or a sandwich. Mmmmmmm, a pussy sandwich!
God I was so close to cumming now. It was perfect – my dad eating my
pussy while my boyfriend watched – and took notes hopefully. I could
even smell my pussy as my dad lapped his tongue all over me and covered
his face with my juices. The fact that same of Randy’s cum might have
been mixed in didn't seem to faze him. In the past when he was watching
a porn movies he would comment on how gross it was for a guy to eat a
girl after another man had cum in her so I knew this had to be a special
time for him to do this for me.
Oh yeah! I was cumming now and my back arched upward and then dropped
down as my hips thrust uncontrollably up into my dad’s face. It was like
I was fucking his tongue as my legs wrapped around him and pulled him
tight into my crotch. God it felt so good! How do you describe it? How
do you describe a sunset to a man blind from birth? Some things can’t be
put into words and what I was feeling at this moment feel into that
category.
My dad was showing off now. He was being merciless, not letting me relax
for a second as he continued his onslaught with his tongue and lips.
Then he pushed two fingers into my pussy as he put his mouth over my clit
and let his tongue run in circles all around it. Now THAT really set me
off again. Most men seem to think a girl’s clit need constant pressure
when in reality, it can be just as good if not better to tease all around
it instead, with the occasional flicker of the tongue right over it. My
dad, being an expert when it came to pussy licking that he was, had been
trained by my mom many years before and he knew exactly how to set me
rocketing off again and again.
How long was he going to do this to me? It was like I was on another
planet now, the whole room was dark as I shut my eyes tightly and tried
to focus on maintaining myself under some semblance of control but it was
useless. Finally it became too much, I felt like I was going to pass out
or have a stroke. Reaching down, I tried to push his head away but he
just turned them aside and kept his face planted between my legs.
“Stop daddy! Oh my god I can’t take it anymore!”
He didn't stop. If anything, my pleas seemed to encourage him all the
more. I couldn't keep my legs around him anymore as they fell to the bed
and I just laid their limp, unable to even move now as everything around
me seemed to collapse to just my pussy. It was insane, total overload.
I couldn't even raise a hand to protest any longer. It was beyond
pleasure, beyond anything I ever thought possible.
“Now see kid, THAT’S how you make a woman orgasm,” I vaguely heard my dad
say to Randy.
Randy didn't say anything and I couldn't work up the energy to even open
my eyes to see what he was doing. It didn't matter to me at that moment.
All I could think about were these HUGE throbbing sensation that seemed
to emanate from my pussy and then pulse like a monster wave all through
me. It was like every time my heart beat my entire body resonated and
every square inch of me responded.
While planning this evening, the LAST thing I ever imagined doing was
falling asleep yet somehow I did. How long, whether it was just a few
seconds or what, I wasn’t sure because when I opened my eyes, my head was
resting on my dad’s lap while Randy was gently rubbing my legs up and
down. My dad looked quite pleased with himself and for good reason –
that was one of the most intense orgasms I’d ever had and he hadn’t even
fucked me yet!
THAT was about to change as I soon found out.
“OK, NOW she’s ready to be fucked,” my dad was saying to Randy, as if I
wasn't even there, “Don't worry, she’ll perk up once she feels me inside
of her, trust me.”
Not only was he giving Randy advice, but there was a subtle hint to what
he said that HE was going to be the next to fuck me and that randy
shouldn't get any other ideas for the moment at least. I surely didn't
mind. Now that I was starting to clear my head I was feeling this
overwhelming urge to have something inside of me, like I was missing
something vital to complete me, to fill me up. That that something
should be my dad’s dick was just all the better. To have him do it with
Randy watching just was icing on the cake.
“Ready Kelly?” my dad asked as he lifted my head and got out from
underneath me.
“Mmmmmmm, fuck me daddy.”
They both chuckled and for a moment I wondered what the inside joke was
and then my dad cleared things up for me.
“See, didn't I tell you she would say that?” he said to Randy, “She knows
how to please her old man. I raised her to be a damn good daughter!”
Funny, if I ever called him an “old man” he would have been angry but I
guess between guys it was OK. In any case, he grabbed my ankles and
twisted me around on the bed so my butt was on the edge and my legs hung
over the side. Randy had moved to one of the chairs, leaving the entire
bed to me and my dad. Actually, I think he did it more to get a better
view than to give us space!
I wanted my dad in me but somehow I was still totally exhausted from what
he had done to me. As a result, I just laid there, waiting for him to
take him however he wanted to. One of the great things about sex with
your dad is the trust factor. There weren’t many guys OI would allow
myself to get into this sort of situation where he was under complete
control of me. However, with my dad there were no worries. I knew I
could trust him explicitly and that he would never do anything to me that
would hurt me or that I didn't want to do.
My dad put my feet up over his shoulders as he grabbed my ass with his
hands, his arms helping to support my legs. He was so hard that it was
like being poked with a stick as his cock tried to find its way into me
without either of us using our hands to help. I WANTED to help but I
just couldn't get the strength up to lift them and grab his dick. In the
end it didn't matter. As wet as I was and after the fucking and licking
I’d had, he was able to zoom in on the target easily and the next thing I
knew my dad was in me. I looked over at Randy and smiled as he watched a
father fuck a daughter for the first time - in real life that is. THIS
was what I wanted him to see. THIS was what I wanted him to understand.
“My daughter’s pretty tight for a slut, wouldn't you agree Randy?” my dad
said as she started to slowly thrust himself in and out of me.
Randy seemed a little shy to respond so my dad continued, “Don't be
embarrassed, you won’t be saying anything about my daughter that I don't
already know about.”
“Yeah, I love that about her too – nice and tight!” he said
enthusiastically.
It seemed a little surreal to listen to them compare notes about fucking
me but then, that was what this was all about today, wasn't it?
As my dad fucked me slowly, I felt my strength returning. Perhaps it was
the extra adrenaline as I felt him ramming his dick into me. Whatever it
was, I wanted more of it – a LOT more.
“See her squirming Randy? She wants more. Shit, the slut can be
insatiable sometimes - but I’m sure you know that by now yourself.”
Randy just nodded, stroking himself again now as he watched my dad
fucking me. I motioned for him to come over to me and when he was close
enough I grabbed his dick and pulled him towards me.
“My girl just can’t get enough dick, can she Randy?” my dad encouraged
him.
My dad seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself now, keeping up a slow
but steady rhythm as he fucked me. Meanwhile, I had Randy’s cock back in
my mouth as he kneeled next to me and lowered his dick to my face.
Mmmmmmm, now THIS was heaven. My dad’s dick in my pussy and my
boyfriend’s in my mouth.
“Hey, I need to lay down, this is killing my back,” my dad said, lowering
my legs and pulling his dick out of me for the first time since he
started fucking me.
I got back up on the bed and laid on my side as my dad spooned in behind
me, lifting my upper leg up and over his while he worked his dick back
into me again. Meanwhile, Randy was back up with his crotch in my face
as I continued to blow him.
The way I was positioned I could see us all in the mirror and I smiled as
I looked at the sight that was before me. Damn, this was so cool! It was
then I realized the one thing I’d forgotten – a video camera! Damn, it
would have been so hot to watch this later alone with each of them but
there was nothing I could do now about it.
“So I hear you’ve been fucking your sister,” my dad said to Randy, like
he was just carrying on a normal conversation.
If there ever was NOT a normal conversation, this had to be it. Still,
they started talking to each other like I was just some sort of fuck toy
they were sharing. If it hadn’t been so hot to hear Randy tell my dad
what it was like to fuck his sister I might have been offended but as it
was, it just got me all the hotter.
My dad had been trying to delay for as long possible but eventually it
got to where he just couldn't control it anymore. Randy was right in the
middle of talking about a time when he and his sister had fucked in some
parking lot – something he never told ME about, when my dad interrupted
him.
“Sorry, gotta cum now!”
For the second time this night I had a load of cum shot into me, this
time from my father instead of my boyfriend. I don't know if it was the
sight of my dad cumming in me, the knowledge that it was my father
filling me with his incestuous sperm, or what, but Randy cam himself
almost immediately afterwards, flooding my mouth with a load of fresh
sperm. Talk about a treat – two loads of sperm at almost the same time
with one in my pussy and the other in my mouth. What more could a girl
ask for?
Laying on my side this way I almost choked on Randy’s cum but I managed
to handle it all without spilling it, swallowing the warm goo quickly
down in just two gulps. My dad had his arms around me now, keeping his
dick in me as his cum filled my pussy. Randy let his dick drop from my
mouth and I could tell he was wondering what he should do next. I
started to say something but my dad responded first.
“I think it’s time for your to go now son.”
That sort of surprised me. I had planned that Randy would fuck me a
second time in front of my dad but obviously that plan had been dumped by
my dad. Randy just nodded, deferring to my dad’s wishes. He quickly
dressed and left the room, leaving me alone with my dad.
My dad pulled the covers over us and we just laid there for a while, a
father and daughter coupled together in the most intimate manner
possible, sharing something only a parent and child can understand. I
felt so warm, so damn GOOD. Being in my dad’s arms, Randy’s cum fresh in
my mouth with my dad still inside of me was the most sensational feeling
I’d had in ages.
Laying there in the hotel bed, my dad and I feel asleep together.
Despite all my planning and conniving, when the evening started I had no
idea how it would really turn out. As it as now, I had to say it was a
monstrous success. We woke the following morning and did it again before
checking out. My dad dropped me off at my house on his way home. I
wondered what he was going to tell my Aunt Linda when he got there?
THE END