Subject: Sins of the Father
Story Codes: MF Mf Fm mf oral incest father daughter brother sister
Diary Date: May 15, 2010
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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Everyone is human, including our fathers although most girls don't see
their own dad’s that way at all. I was no different than any other young
daughter so who could blame me for not seeing what should have been
obvious?
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 – My Father’s Needs
Chapter 2 – Making the Arrangements
Chapter 3 – A Close Encounter of the Strange Kind
Chapter 4 - After the Adults, the Kids Play
Chapter 5 – The Aftermath
Chapter 1 – My Father’s Needs
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If there is one man most girls look up to more than any other, it would
have to be their father. After all. he is the head of the household, a
source of strength and wisdom. He’s the man she runs to for comfort even
though sometimes she fears his discipline. Is it any wonder that a young
girl would do just about anything to please her father?
Unfortunately, there are some men in the world who take advantage of that
natural desire of a girl to please her father. These so-called “men”
abuse the trust and faith that has been given them to satisfy their own
perverted desires, putting their needs ahead of their daughter’s. Some
of them try to rationalize their behavior, saying their daughter does it
willingly and enjoys it. I’m not saying it isn’t true but it does not
make their behavior any less revolting. She does it willingly because
her daddy asks her to do it, not because she initiated it. She doesn’t
understand the implications of what he is asking, only that her
supposedly loving father is telling her to do something and that it is OK
for her to do it. No doubt she probably DOES enjoy it but in a naïve,
immature way no different than she enjoys her back to be scratched or her
hair to be played with.
So bottom line, I believe that any father who has sex with his daughter
before her teen years is committing child abuse. Maybe there are rare
instances where a younger girl might be mature for her age to where she
can understand and comprehend the implications of sex but it would be so
rare I hate to make an exception. Certainly girls younger than thirteen
THINK about sex. I started masturbating when I was eleven so of course I
was THINKING about sex. By the time I was twelve I was really starting
to look at boys “that” way but I wasn't ready to make the big move and
give up my virginity.
Just to be sure where I’m coming from, I am NOT talking about so-called
“oral sex”. Oral “sex” is a totally different subject in that it is
technically not even sex. Still, I don’t feel right when it comes to a
girl under eight years old sucking a man’s cock. There’s no real
justification for my feelings except to say it just seems wrong in my gut
for a girl any younger to be doing it. While I would not condemn a
father for having his daughter suck his dick at an earlier age, it’s just
not something I would ever want to be involved with or have done to my
future daughter.
Perhaps I’m biased in my feelings by my own experiences and for that I
make no apologies. While I was raised to accept nudity and sex as
something natural, at the same time my parents also emphasized respect
and personal accountability. For instance, I never saw them having sex
before I was sixteen. It wasn't that they were hiding it from me as I
certainly knew they were doing it from the sounds through my bedroom
wall, and they openly discussed sex with me. Still, it was something
they considered as being intimate between them as husband and wife, not
some sort of show to put on for their young daughter. Masturbation was
something they both did openly but still not for the purpose of being
watched, but more that it was something that did not have to be hidden.
From an early age I knew my father was deeply involved in pornography.
My mom Didn't seem to be bothered by it as she explained to me that it
was something that men needed and that when my dad masturbated while
watching it he was doing it to feel good, not because he wanted someone
other than her. I have to say my mother was always supportive of what I
now recognize to be my father’s sexual addiction to porn. Some people
might say she was enabling him more than supporting him but that would be
their opinion. As I grew older I came to see it as an indication of the
strength of their marriage in that she was secure enough as his wife not
to feel threatened by the sight of her husband masturbating to some
unknown woman in a magazine or DVD.
What I didn’t realize until I got older was the implications of the TYPE
of pornography my dad enjoyed. Like most men his age he was interested
in the “classic” porn movies with stars like Ginger Lynn and Christy
Canyon. In fact, I would say I learned a lot myself from watching them
at times when I was with my dad! However, a significant part of his
collection was not the kind of stuff found in the porn sections of video
stores or most web sites. Indeed, my dad had an extensive collection of
what would most people would label “child pornography” that he used
whenever he was really horny.
It just goes to show how naïve a preteen girl really is that I didn't
make the connection between his interest in the girls he was masturbating
that were my own age and me. It may be hard to understand but you have
to understand the conditions I was raised under. It never once even
occurred to me that my father might be interested in ME in the same way
he was those young girls he loved to look at.
All those just bolsters my argument that preteen girls do not have sex
with their dad because THEY want it, but rather because HE is the one who
wants it. My dad never made any overt move or say anything whatsoever to
imply that he wanted to have sex with me. As a result, the thought of
having sex with my dad, never crossed my mind, even when I started to
think about being fucked by the boys at school. I’m certain that had he
asked me to let him fuck me that I would have, simply because he was my
father. What it shows is the respect my father had for me in that he
never put me in a position where I even had to think about whether or not
I should please him.
It wasn't until I was months past my sixteenth birthday that I saw my
parents having sex. Seeing them doing it awakened something inside of me
and I realized for the first time that I wanted a similar relationship
with my father. I don't mean I wanted to be his lover, not by any means.
What I wanted was that feeling of intimacy and love that I saw between my
father and mother. Thus it was ME that initiated incest, not my father.
While I regret today that I did not go to him earlier, especially knowing
now how he felt about me when I was younger, it is a regret that I did
not go to him, not that he didn't come to me.
Still, even then I did not think of my father having sex with me out of
any desire for young pussy. To me, it was all about being his daughter
and him showing his love and respect for me in an intimate way only
possible through sex. Indeed, how much could my father show his love for
me than to fuck me and then cum inside of me, literally mating me and
leaving the same sperm inside of me that conceived me so many years
before? For me, it was the most wonderful and fulfilling act he could
possibly do with me.
While at sixteen I was certainly older than many of the girls my father
would masturbate to watching porn, I was still just in my mid-teen years.
As I grew older, he still came to me whenever he was horny and needed me
to satisfy him as only I could. It was a point of pride for me that I
NEVER refused him, no matter what he asked or where we were. Submitting
to him totally was only possible because I trusted, respected and loved
him. I knew he would never ask me to do anything that would hurt me or
humiliate me so even when some of requests might seem to be a little “out
there”, I would still submit because I knew his intentions were good and
that he make sure nothing bad happened to me.
Now, at the ripe old age of 25, I’ve passed from where I was like the
girls in his child-porn to being even older than the porn stars in his
“classics” collection. It was only recently that I came to understand
how this affected his desires for me. Sure, he still enjoys fucking me
today – it’s not like I’m now an old lady and besides, I AM his only
daughter. At the same time that burning need in him doesn’t seem to be
satisfied in the same way as when I was a teenager. What can I say?
It took their divorce and then the subsequent move by my Aunt Linda (my
mom’s younger sister) to live with my dad before I fully comprehended the
depths of my father’s sexual addictions. Although I never saw anything
myself, my aunt would hint at times that they were having sex with
younger partners. I have always known that both my aunt and her
daughter, my cousin Kristi, were into young boys. Now that I HAD seen
numerous times and if fact they’d tried to get me to join them on
numerous occasions.
Granted, the idea of being fucked by a thirteen or fourteen year-old boy
is tempting, if for no other reason than I’ve never had sex with a boy
under sixteen in my entire life, even when I was just fourteen myself.
Still I have never given into that temptation. It hasn’t been a case of
morality or guilt, but rather I just don’t want to take the chance of
someone saying something and ultimately ruining my teaching career.
Although the act itself wasn't something on my agenda, I have to confess
that I WAS curious as to what exactly my dad and aunt WERE involved in.
Without my mother to keep his buried desires in check, what was he
getting himself involved in? Indeed, with my Aunt Linda around it was
just the opposite as when my mom was with my dad. If anything, unlike my
mother I had no doubt that my aunt was encouraging my father’s pedophile
tendencies if for no other reason than to satisfy her own appetite for
young cock – and pussy I suspected.
To some extent, I was always a little worried about my dad. Having seen
enough specials on TV involving child porn stings, I knew just having an
extensive collection of child porn was enough to put him in jail should
someone ever trace it back to him. As I said, there have been enough
stories on TV about men being arrested in sting operations where they
purchase illegal videos from police-run websites and before they know it
they find themselves in prison. While I don't know where he gets his
“stuff” from, I did know that he’d had a lot of it for a long time so I
wasn't all that concerned about it anymore.
More than the porn, it was the implications of what he and my aunt were
now doing with REAL people that had me worried these days. Unlike DVDs
and magazines, real people can talk – and do. That’s why I’ve always
been so concerned about my privacy on-line and why I’ve shied away from
joining my cousin and aunt in any of their “escapades”.
With all that said, I guess what pushed me over the edge was coming home
from a date one night and finding my younger cousin riding some kid on
the living room couch who didn't look old enough to be out that late
without a babysitter. My first instinct was to simply walk right by and
go upstairs to my room without even saying a word but then I looked again
and dang if my pussy wasn't tingling. Well, I should say tingling even
more than it already was after having some fun sex with a guy I’d met at
a party.
Seeing my cousin being fucked, I had to wonder what it felt like to be
fucked by someone so young, someone who looked so eager and thrilled?
Kristi was almost 24 which might make her twice his age so I could only
imagine what he must be thinking as she bounced on his stiff little cock.
Yes, THAT was what drew my attention more than anything – the look on his
face and the sheer joy of fucking a girl at such a young age. Keck,
maybe it was even his first time!
Kristi looked over and saw that I was watching and so she waved me over,
obviously wanting me to join in. That was enough to shake me from my
thoughts and I shook my head and hurried upstairs. While I had tried to
look uninterested to her, nothing could have been further from the truth.
I didn't even bother undressing but rather just dropped on my bed, lifted
my skirt up to my belly and immediately started to masturbate.
God, I was suddenly so horny I couldn't hardly take it! When I finally
came it was with the thoughts of that young boy pushing his small dick
into me, gasping as he felt his virgin cock surrounded by my warm tight
pussy, something he undoubtedly had masturbated about before but never
felt until Kristi brought him home and then handed him over to me.
Afterward I’d finished myself I felt a just a little bit guilty but then
it was only my fantasy, not like I’d actually gone back down and fucked
the kid so what was the harm? Still, it made me think about my dad and I
wondered yet again what he was involved with... or should I say WHO?
Besides the legality issues, there was the simple logistics that I
couldn't understand. Like, how did he even find such young girls to have
sex? What ages did he actually have sex with? How did he keep it
private? What kind of girls even DID such things and did their parents
know about it? Did he pay for them? Where they young prostitutes or did
they do it because they enjoyed it? I mean, not to say anything about my
dad but he WAS over forty so why would any girl barely thirteen want to
have sex with a man so much older than her in the first place?
These weren’t exactly the easiest questions to ask your own father which
is why I hadn't raised the topic with him, at least not directly. There
had been a few off-the-cuff comments and such over the years, but we’d
never really sat down and talked about it. Hmmmmmm, maybe it was time
for such a discussion to finally take place.
Chapter 2 – Making the Arrangements
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In the end I compromised (chickened out would probably be a more honest
assessment) and went to my Aunt Linda instead to see what she would tell
me. As it turned out, she wouldn't say much and actually seemed
surprised that I was interested, knowing how I felt about the subject
matter. When I pushed her to tell me at least a little bit more, she
shook her head and smiled gently at me.
“Really Kelly, I think this is the sort of thing you have to either be
willing to experience yourself or else just stay away from it,” she
explained rather impatiently, “You can’t go half-way and then try to back
out. You need to either commit or drop the subject.”
She had a point, even if it wasn't what I wanted to hear. I was trying
to be more of a voyeur I guess, wanting to be in on everything yet not
committing myself. In essence, I wanted my cake and to eat it too so my
aunt was perfectly correct in calling me on it. Still, I wasn't really
all that sure that I was THAT curious to where I would get involved just
to learn the truth!
After a rather awkward silence we moved on to another topic but all the
while my mind kept wandering back to what she’d said. Was I ready to
commit in order to learn more about what was going on? Then again, just
what did she mean by “commit” in the first place. Did I have to
participate or could I just watch? So maybe I couldn't have the whole
cake, but how about a slice?
“So... let’s say I was willing to commit,” I said, totally switching
topics at the time.
My aunt blinked, obviously surprised by my reverting back to what she
probably had figured was an open and shut topic. “Does that mean I have
to actually be physically involved or can I just watch?”
My aunt smiled as she immediately understood what I was trying to say.
My aunt was sharp, there was no getting around that. She wasn’t about to
be taken in by my not-so-subtle line of questions.
“You know neither your dad or I would ever force you to do anything you
didn't want to do Kelly,” she said, taking my hand in hers, “But it can’t
be like sneaking a look from the closet or anything, it needs to be
upfront and everyone else has to be OK with you watching – assuming
that’s all you want to do.”
Now if there was anything that I was certain of, THAT was it. Like, it
wasn't as if I hadn't watched my aunt or cousin having sex with kids
before. It was seeing my DAD being involved that would be new for me.
Sure I’d watched him fuck my youngest cousin Tammy when she was just
barely fourteen, but that was totally different as she was his niece
which made it incest so I didn't even think of it as being “underage”
sex”.
I guess I should point out that when it comes to incest, there are no
minimum ages except what the people involved impose and I’ve already
stated my personal feelings on that topic. Doing his niece was nothing
like doing it with some strange girl, even at that same age. Indeed, it
was something totally different to me and I wasn't sure how I would react
seeing my dad with another girl that wasn't related to us.
“Well then, I guess it’s your lucky day girl,” my aunt said, standing up
from the table, “I wasn't going to say anything to you about this but in
a few hours your dad will be back from the office and we will be having
some “guests” arriving shortly after that.
Try as I might she wouldn't give me any more details than that putting
the ball squarely in my court. Either I committed and stayed, willing to
go along with whatever happened even if I didn't actually participate
myself, or I had to leave now. While I knew my aunt would probably be
disappointed if I left, at the same time I knew she wouldn't pressure me
to stay either. She was just offering me a choice and it was up to me to
make the decision.
Something in me made me stay. Was it curiosity, concern or just being
horny? Most likely a combination of them all although my pussy was
feeling warmer than I would have admitted at the time. Really, who would
NOT be turned on under the circumstances. Regardless of how you might
feel about it, the idea of my dad and aunt fucking younger kids was
something that would make just about anyone feel a little horny if they
were honest with themselves.
By staying I essentially gave my aunt my decision. Nothing more was said
between my aunt and so far as the upcoming events, whatever they might
be. At the same time it was the proverbial “elephant in the room”,
dominating my thoughts during our conversations. My emotions were on a
roller coaster ride, soaring up and down between absolute dread one
moment only to be followed by horny feelings of anticipation the next.
Forgive me for dwelling on this but remember, I’d never seen my dad
having sex with someone I didn’t know. Every woman I’d seen him with had
been a member of our family except for my own best friend Beth, and my
mom’s best friend Tammy, and they may as well be family as close as they
were with us. Also, my dad had only fucked Tammy and Beth a couple of
times each so it wasn't like it was something that happened a lot.
Seeing my dad with a strange person was going to be a “first” for me
tonight and knowing that she was also going to someone considerable
younger than me just made it all the more erotic to think about.
The part that probably had me going crazy the most thinking about it was
wondering who this girl was that he was going to be having sex with. How
old was she going to be? If for no other reason than knowing how
cautious my dad had always been regarding incest, I assumed that he would
be somewhat the same when it came to having sex with an underage girl
where he wouldn’t go TOO far over the line just in case something got
out. As bad as it would be for him to be caught with a sixteen or
seventeen year-old girl, it would be so much worse if she was a few years
younger. And if she was only eleven or twelve... I couldn't even imagine
that.
Another thing that I couldn't wait to be answered was where would she be
coming from? Would she be alone? If not, who would be with her? Would
there be more than one? What about a boy for my aunt? I knew she liked
girls and appreciated the budding sexuality of a girl entering puberty,
but she always seemed more attracted to the young boys. How would they
get here – drive or taxi or would their parents bring them? Speaking of
parents, would they be with them and if so, would they be involved as
well?
When I thought about a dad dropping of his daughter so she could be
fucked by a man old enough to be his old college buddy, it raised even
more questions that might never be answered. Would her parents know
about what she was doing? If so, what kind of parents would allow their
underage daughter to have sex with strange older men? Did they have sex
with her too? What about her siblings. If she had any, did she have sex
with them too? How had it all gotten started in the first place?
The one scenario I hoped would NOT be true was that the girl would simply
be a prostitute. Maybe she’d been forced to leave home because of an
abusive father and now had no other option than to turn to being a whore
just to have money to buy food and housing. I knew from back when my
cousin was a prostitute that she would tell me horror stories of girls of
practically all ages forced into service as sex slaves and whores. I
didn't think I could stay around if that should prove to be the case
later tonight. If an older girl or woman wants to sell her body, that’s
her business but to see an innocent young girl forced into sexual bondage
was one of the more horrific images I could think of.
It wasn't too long before my dad returned from the office. Working
Saturdays wasn't at all unusual for him. In fact, it would’ve been
unusual of he had NOT worked today. I guess that’s the price you pay to
be a partner in major law firm. On the other hand, it also helped him
bring home a paycheck that allowed me to attend private universities and
to help support me now when my job wasn't paying enough to pay the rent.
He seemed rather surprise to see me but before he could say anything my
aunt stepped in.
“Hey John, Kelly’s going to be staying tonight when our friends come
over. I told her it was OK for her to watch... I hope that’s not a
problem for you.”
Judging from my dad’s reaction it WAS a problem but he saw the look in my
aunt’s eyes and knew better than to argue. It was funny to me at times
to see how similar my aunt and mom were. With one glance both sisters
could melt my father like an ice cube on a hot summer sidewalk at noon!
“Does she know...” he started to ask but my aunt cut him off with one
slice of her hand.
“She doesn't know much of anything which is why I told her she could just
watch and then make up her mind about things,” Aunt Linda explained.
Then she gave him a more stern look as if to say, “That’s enough... just
shut up!”
My dad shrugged and then reached over so he could give me a long warm
kiss. As out tongues met I felt his large hand on my bottom as he
grabbed my ass and pulled me unto him. Mmmmmmm, I knew he wanted me and
with all the other talk going on it still thrilled me to know he could be
turned on by just a kiss from me.
“Hey, hey... that’s enough you two, save it for later. You better get
ready John, they’ll be over in less than an hour. Can’t you EVER be home
on time?”
My dad pulled his head back and I loved the look in his eyes as he licked
his lips quickly and then gripped my ass even tighter. He pulled me
against him and I could feel his dick pressing out from his slacks,
forcing it’s way against my stomach. Oh yeah... he wanted me! It had
been weeks since he’d last asked me for sex and it wouldn't have bothered
me a bit if he were to ask me to come upstairs with him now and take care
of him but my aunt would have none of it.
“Come on John, I said to save it for later!” she teased him but at the
same time firmly pointing him in the direction of the steps leading to
the second floor where the bedrooms were all located.
Reluctantly my dad followed her “orders” and headed upstairs to get
cleaned up and ready. As soon as he was out of earshot my aunt turned to
me with a bit of a quizzical look.
“I thought you weren't all that thrilled about incest with your father
these days?” she asked, “yet you seemed like you wanted to jump his bones
right then and there. What gives anyway?”
Well, what could I say? Sure a lot of water had run under THAT bridge in
the past few months but in the end, no matter what happened or was said,
he was my dad and I loved him and I would still do anything for him. OK,
so maybe I wasn't throwing myself at him anymore but it wasn't like I was
going to start turning him down now for the first time in my life.
Besides, he WAS my father and in the end, incest always adds a little to
the thrill no matter how often you do it or how much a part of your life
it has become. The idea that it was my DAD’s dick in me never failed to
excite me!
“So what about you?” I asked my aunt, looking her over rather critically.
“Oh it will only take me a second to two to change clothes,” she replied,
“One advantage of young boys... they don't get all uptight about my hair
and makeup!”
Well, THAT little tidbit was more than she’d told me before so there WAS
going to be at least one boy and girl coming over. Of course that just
raised even more questions than answers. Would they know each other,
maybe be boyfriend and girlfriend? Wow... what if they were cousins or
even brother and sister? Would they split up, the boy going to my aunt
while the girl tended to my dad? Would they have sex with each other?
Hmmm, so many questions... so few answers. It was enough to be totally
frustrating and I caught my aunt looking at me and smiling. Ahhhhhh, so
she KNEW what she had been doing, teasing me with just enough information
to inspire my nastiest fantasies but yet not enough to really know a
single thing about our upcoming “guests”.
A little bit later she excused herself and headed upstairs as well,
leaving me alone in the kitchen to ponder the upcoming events. Nobody
had arrived yet so technically I could still back out and to be perfectly
honest, with each passing moment my courage waned more and more until I
was just about to get up and leave when my dad reappeared.
Seeing my dad coming down the stairs and knowing what his plans were
filled me with a rush of mixed emotions. He had on one of his favorite
pairs of ancient sweatpants, all faded and loose, so much so that they
always seemed to be threatening to fall down to his ankles. Of course, I
knew from much past experience that the ease at which they DID fall to
his ankles was what made them his favorite thing to wear when he was
horny. The looseness also helped to hide anything going on underneath
which made them useful when other people were around and he didn't want
his reactions to whoever it might be to be TOO obvious.
Other than the sweatpants, he also was wearing a plain polo shirt that
was also loose-fitting, hanging out over his sweats. On his feet were a
pair of brown leather slippers which could have passed for street shoes
had they not had such a soft sole.
All in all, he looked just like he did so many times when I would see him
back in the days when I was living at home which left me a bit nostalgic.
At the same time, it felt a bit awkward as back in these days, if he had
come downstairs to me dressed like that, I knew what it meant – he wanted
me. It always gave me a bit of a thrill at those times because I knew it
was ME he wanted, that it was ME he needed to quell the burning desires
inside of him that threatened to overwhelm him.
As a young teenager, it was an incredible gift from my dad in that it
made me feel pretty and sexy, that I was desirable in such a way that
even my own father couldn't hide his lust for me. On those days when my
self-confidence was low and I was feeling down, seeing his approach me in
that simple outfit, seeing the burning look in his eyes and the flushness
of his face was exactly what I needed to feel good about myself again.
Then to feel his cock growing in my mouth, telling me that I was turning
him on, and to hear him sigh as I sucked his stiff dick, made me feel
even better.
Finally, when he was inside of me, pumping his incestuous cock in and out
of his daughter’s tight pussy, it was like everything was perfect in the
world and all I could think about was the feeling of my father mating me,
of him cumming inside of me as he gave me the ultimate gift of his love
and respect for me.
But today was completely different. Today he wasn't dressed like this
for ME but rather some other girl that he would soon be fucking. When he
was dressing it wasn't me that was on his mind but some nameless young
girl that he had never seen before, except maybe in photos. He greeting
me with his wonderful smile but there was something missing in the way he
looked at me. Something special was gone. He wasn’t looking at me THAT
way, at least not the way he did when I was younger. It wasn't even the
same hungry look he’d had before going upstairs a few minutes ago. It
was like something else was on his mind now – or should I say, someone
else.
“Hey baby, Linda told me all about what was going on. Damn, I can’t
believe you’re staying but I have to say that I’m glad you are.”
I didn't say anything but instead just rose to hug him and we kissed.
For a brief moment that closeness that only a father and daughter can
experience flashed as our tongues met and he pulled me in tight to him.
Just as I thought maybe he was about to surprise me and take me, my Aunt
Linda showed up and the mood evaporated like water on a hot griddle.
“Hey you two, they’re going to be here any minute so no funny business!”
she teased us, slapping my dad on the butt playfully.
I saw Aunt Linda had changed into a pair of loose shorts that while
short, were nothing indecent yet managed to show off her legs quite
nicely. She had on a blouse that actually seemed to be her size, nothing
fancy with a button-down front that she left undone to not only show off
her cleavage, but also as proof that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath.
She was barefoot and wasn't wearing any jewelry except for a simple gold
anklet on her right foot. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail which
seemed to take ten years off and gave her more of a girl-next-door type
of look – or mom next door. She wasn’t going to pass for twenty by any
means but she certainly didn't look like a women in her early forties.
Just then the doorbell rang and my dad let go of me to go and answer.
Not quite sure what to do, I stayed back in the kitchen as my aunt
followed him to the door. It was now or never if I was going to leave
but it was like a moth being drawn to a flame. I may end up being burned
for what was about to happen but I couldn't find the strength of will to
pull myself away! If I left now, I knew I would always regret it.
Chapter 3 – A Close Encounter of the Strange Kind
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I don't know what I was really expecting to see when the door opened but
whatever it may have been, it wasn't what I saw. For all intents and
purposes, the neighbors from next door could have been at the door for a
visit. Standing in the doorway were four people – evidently the mother
and father with their two kids – a boy and what must have been his
younger sister. My dad ushered them in and closed and locked the door
behind them.
The adults exchanged rather bland hellos and the men shook hands as I sat
back and looked on. The parents, while not dressed formal, were wearing
what could be called “dress-casual”. The father, who looked maybe five
to ten years younger than my dad, was wearing black slacks with a blue
dress shirt and black dress shoes. If anything he looked more like an
accountant than a swinger. The mom was wearing a rather simple floral
summer dress which came below her knees and was quite modest overall.
Anyone seeing the two of them might have thought that they were heading
for a PTA meeting or something like that.
As for the kids, I was especially curious about them. The boy looked to
be in his mid-teens, maybe fifteen or sixteen at most. He seemed a bit
shy and hung back for the most part, shaking my dad’s hand when my dad
offered his but otherwise not saying a word. He didn't seem so much
apprehensive as rather more like any other teenage boy going out with his
parents. He had on jeans and short sleeved shirt with black sneakers.
He DID look quite cute, I had to admit, with thick black hair that looked
like it could use a comb. The dark hair served to enhance an almost
olive complexion which he must have inherited from his mother.
The daughter was definitely the youngest sibling, maybe thirteen or
fourteen at most. It’s so hard with some girls at that age to guess how
old they are so she could have been as young as twelve provided she was
mature for her age. She was wearing what was almost a uniform these days
for girls her age – short denim cutoffs with a tight cami that constantly
pulled up to expose her midriff along with a pair of flip flops (each a
different color). The shorts were cut up high enough that if she had
leaned over I was sure her ass would have poked out but then they weren’t
any shorter than what it seemed most of the girls her age were wearing
these days. Her boobs weren’t all that big yet, probably still an A-cup
but the tightness of the cami showed them off to their best advantage,
allowing her nipples to poke through. Her long blonde hair, taking more
from her father it seemed, was pulled back into a pair of ponytails that
hung half-way down her back. All-in-all she was super cute and was
surely turning heads everywhere.
My dad shepherded everyone into the living room and then waved me to come
in as well. When I stepped into the room, my parents were each seated in
high-back arm chairs with the family squeezed onto the couch, with the
father at one end with his wife next to him. The kids were at the other
end with the daughter next to her mom. When they saw me standing there
the room went deathly silent for moment and I could see the confusion on
the other’s faces as they looked at me and then at my dad and aunt.
“Sorry John, but just who is this?” the father asked, trying to sound
pleasant but there was a definite accusing tone in his voice, “I thought
we had an agreement that it would be just to the two of you.”
My dad, seeing that things would quickly get out of hand if he didn't do
something quickly, responded with, “It’s ok, this is my daughter Kelly.
She was visiting earlier and she was hoping to stay and watch. Don’t
worry, she knows everything. In fact, we have our own sort of a
‘special’ relationship... if you know what I mean.”
The other parents looked at each other and the mother was the one to
answer back saying, “Well, so long as she just watches I guess it’s ok.
Just to be clear on one thing though – what you do with your daughter is
your business but we do NOT have sex with our kids, nor do we approve of
incest in general so it would be best for everyone if nothing more was
said about that... OK?”
I grabbed a seat on a small chair off to the side as she spoke and did my
best not to snicker. So it was OK to offer your young children to
strangers for sex but when it came to having a loving family relationship
THAT was going too far? Seemed pretty hypocritical to me and if anything
I thought she had her priorities completely backwards. Still, it was
their business and I wasn't about to start a debate over the pros and
cons of incest.
“Did you explain to her the rules?” the father asked almost accusingly.
He still didn't seem to have quite bought into the program. My dad shook
his head and the father just frowned all the more. Then he turned to me
and counted them off on his fingers as he spoke.
“One... first names only – no last names. Two... you can watch but
that’s all. The arrangements were for John and Linda only. Three... no
cameras, videos, or anything like that. And four... no personal
questions like ages, addresses, schools, or anything about us. Now are
you OK with all of these?”
I nodded. Really, it wasn't anything unexpected. I WAS sort of curious
what he meant by “arrangements”. Did my dad pay them or was this
something people just did for fun?
Then the mother added in one more thing. “Oh, and just so you know,
Simon and I are here ONLY to act as chaperone for our kids. We don't
swing with other couples and as Simon said earlier, we certainly don't
have sex with our own children.”
I caught the part where she said she didn't have sex with her “own”
children. Was that a deliberate parsing of words or was I reading more
into it than I should? I started to wonder if maybe they were part of
some circle of parents who share their kids with others. It was sort of
mind-boggling to me to be honest. How could anyone do that with their
own children? How could they allow strangers to have sex with them yet
not show them their own love as well? It was just sex for the sake of
sex I guess. Evidently they got off watching their kids having sex.
Like it’s been said, it takes a village...
From the looks of the two kids, it certainly wasn't like they seemed
abused as they didn't appear to be frightened or even apprehensive in the
least. Had I seen them at church I would have thought they were just an
ordinary brother and sister. If I had taken a picture of them now, there
would have been nothing in the image that anyone would have been able to
see that they were at all thinking about what was about to happen. If
anything, they seemed distracted and uninterested in what the adults were
saying – just like you would expect from any two kids their age.
The thing is, we weren’t at church and they weren’t just any two kids in
a “normal” situation. Mom and dad might now have sex with them but it
was quite apparent from the start that they were NOT “ordinary” when it
came to their personal relationships. Indeed, from the start the brother
had his hand resting between his sister’s bare thighs, gripping the
smooth soft flesh in his hands and gently massaging it slowly. At the
same time she had her hand resting on his crotch, almost imperceptibly
moving it in small circles over what I could tell was already an erect
dick. It wasn't anything TOO outrageous but enough that had they done it
in public people would have looked at them more than a little oddly.
“Oh, and by the way, I’m Martha, this is my husband Simon, my son Mark
and my daughter Elisa,” the mother finished.
I noticed she did not state their ages as most mothers would have in such
an introduction. It was also quite clear from her tone that this was ALL
she was going to tell me about them.
Now that they’d addressed their concerns about me, the two of them seemed
to ignore me after that and went back to talking to my parents. It was
sort of surreal as they just talked about the local news, politics,
weather and whatever else typical parents chat about when they are forced
together socially but don't know each other.
In the meantime Mark and Elisa seemed to be getting bored which only made
them more interested in each other. Elisa had scooted back into the
couch and spread her legs provocatively, allowing Mark to move his hand
up her thigh until the side of it was pressing against her crotch. As
for Elisa, her hand was still on her brother’s crotch but now she was
gripping his dick though the jeans as best she could, squeezing it and
rubbing it. Meanwhile, the conversation continued between the parents as
if nothing was going on at the other end of the couch.
Needless to say, I was totally clueless as to what the protocol was for
this sort of occasion so I just sat there motionless in my chair. Since
nobody was addressing me, I didn't join in on the conversation. For all
sakes and purposes, I might as well have been invisible. On the one hand
it made it easier as I wasn't sure what I would have said in the first
place, on the other it was a bit awkward in that I WAS there but they
just ignored me.
The adults were saying something about the latest news about the Middle
East as things continued to heat up between Elisa and her brother. Mark
had taken his hand from between her legs and moved up to lift up the cami
up and over her small boobs. They were barely a handful for him but her
nipples were incredible hard and stuck out between his fingers as he
caressed her breasts. I looked over and saw my dad may have been talking
to Simon and Martha but it was clear where his attention was focused.
My aunt was also keeping a close eye on the two kids while their parents
just rattled on like nothing was happening at all.
Elisa had been working on her brother’s jeans. Mark wasn't wearing a
belt, which helped, and she unzipped him first and then undid the button
that held them together. Evidently he wasn't wearing any underwear
either because as soon as she spread apart the fly his erect cock sprung
out like some Jack-in-the-Box.
It had been quite a while since I’d seen a sixteen year-old cock and I
couldn't help but feel a pang of desire as I saw how incredibly stiff he
was. God, you gotta love a teenage erection! Elisa gripped it in her
tiny hand, her fingers wrapped around the steel-hard shaft as she just
held it at first while her brother spread apart her blouse to expose her
bare boobs to everyone.
The parental chat continued but I noticed it was more of a one-way
conversation as my dad and aunt became more and more mesmerized by the
scene on the couch. For that matter, who would NOT be staring as Mark
undid his sister’s shorts and reached his hand down into them. It was
obvious when he hit the spot when Elisa’s back arched and she gasped,
closing her eyes and sighing softly as he must have been playing with her
clit. Both of them were still essentially dressed but with her hand on
Mark’s dick and his hand deep into her shorts they were anything but
innocent.
My dad was the first to respond. Watching the brother and sister act
right in front of him finally pushed him over the edge and he reached
down into his sweatpants and starting stroking himself.
“It’s OK John,” Simon said as he saw my dad start to masturbate. “Why
don't you let the kids see better how you feel watching them? I’m sure
they would appreciate it.”
Then he turned to Aunt Linda and continued, “So what do you think Linda,
do you like Mark’s dick? Why don't you show him how it makes you feel?”
It was all the encouragement she needed. Aunt Linda stood up and quickly
dropped her shorts to the floor, stepping out of them and sitting back
down in the chair, only this time with her bare ass barely on the edge as
she leaned back and started to play with herself. Damn, she looked to be
as horny as I’d ever seen her in ages!
Similarly, my dad had dropped his sweatpants and was now stroking himself
shamelessly in front of everyone as he stared at the two young siblings
as they played on the couch. Mark and Elisa HAD to know what was going
on a few feet away but they were acting as if they were the only two
people in the room as they continued to play with one another. So far it
was just fondling and him sucking on her boobs but I had a pretty good
feeling that the two of them were ready to do a LOT more.
For a moment I was starting to think that perhaps this wasn't going to be
as “bad” as I had worried it might be. Was this the essence of what was
going to be happening tonight? Were the two kids just going to put on a
show for my dad and aunt to watch? I had assumed they would have sex
with them but then I realized that at no time had anyone actually ever
said anything about sex.
Even if this WAS “all” there was going to be, it was still incredibly
erotic. If I’d been watching this on a video it would’ve been sexy for
sure, but it would never have had the impact that it was having on me
now. Seeing their parents, all seemingly prim and proper, right here on
the couch next to their kids as the brother and sister played with each
other’s sex parts was mesmerizing to say the least. There was no doubt
they were their kids and knowing it was “real” and not some actors
pretending to be a family gave it something extra. For the parents to
all but ignore their kids as they fondled and groped each other just made
it even more erotic in a strange sort of way.
From the looks of things, Elisa and Mark were about to get to the next
base when their mom finally turned and looked at them. She smiled as any
proud mother would saying, “Now kids, don't be so selfish. Don't you
think our hosts deserve some attention? Looks like they want it, don't
you think?”
I almost laughed. Looked like they wanted it? No THAT was the
understatement of the day. My dad and Aunt were both masturbating
openly, staring at the two youngsters on the couch across from them.
There was little doubt what they wanted, THAT was for sure!
Still, from their responses I could tell the kids would’ve been happy to
have gone at it with each other right then. Their mom gave them that,
“Do what I said” look that all mothers seem to possess so in the end they
acted just like any other two teenagers would, shrugging their shoulders
and mumbling something to their mom. They stood up and started to head
towards my dad and aunt but before they could do anything, their mom once
again cut in.
“Now kids, take your time... C’mon, you guys know better so don’t
embarrass me. Mark... undress your sister for us.”
Elisa’s shorts were already undone but as tight as they were they weren’t
about to fall down without some assistance so Mark grabbed them at each
hip and quickly pulled them down to her ankles where she pulled her feet
through, dropping her flip-flops in the process. She was incredibly
petite, maybe been barely five feet tall and couldn't have been more than
90 pounds or so soaking wet. Her figure still had that little girl look
to it but her hips and legs were beginning to show the signs of what was
about to come before long. She wasn’t a “natural blonde” as her pussy
had a wispy covering of dark brown hair that had yet to fill out. What
really grabbed my attention, though, was her incredible little ass.
God... it was perfect!
With his sister’s bottom now bared, Mark reached to her shoulders and
moved the blouse off and down her arms, letting it drop to the floor as
well. Elisa was naked now, the perfect image of the most innocent and
cute little girl I could have imagined. Standing there with one finger
to her lips and her other hand on her bare hip, it was hard to imagine
that she could be a slut. She didn't seem the slightest bit shy or
embarrassed, as if being nude in front of three strangers was something
she did every day. Maybe she did?
“OK, now undress your brother Elisa,” her mother directed, pointing at
Mark like a director on a movie set putting the actors in position.
Fortunately Mark’s jeans were already undone as with his dick as stiff
and hard as it was it would’ve been hard to pull them down otherwise.
For his age he had a thick thatch of pubic hair but the rest of him was
virtually hairless with the beginnings of something starting on his lower
legs. His shirt hung down and covered his crotch but his dick sprung out
like a turtle poking out from its shell; only this “head” was a lot
longer. In fact, I was quite impressed with Mark’s dick as it appeared
to be bigger than most men I’d been with! I couldn't help but smile to
myself. Hmmm, no wonder his little sister had wanted it so badly!
“So what do you think Linda?” Martha said, obviously proud of her son’s
endowment, “Is my son hung or what?”
Linda had one finger buried in her wet pussy by now. Somewhere along the
line she had managed to strip off the rest of her clothes but I must have
missed it while my attention was focused on the Mark and Elisa Show. Her
dark nipples were erect as she toyed with them back and forth with her
other hand.
“Impressive... I can see why you’re so proud of him,” my aunt responded,
her eyes glued to the boy’s crotch.
“How about you John?” Simon prodded, “Does my daughter turn you on? I
know she’s a little younger than I might have led you to believe on the
phone so I hope everything’s OK with you. Trust me, she may be young but
knows what she’s doing.”
Then he said to his daughter, “Elisa, why don't you show our new friend
here what you like to do with their cocks.”
“Oh daddy!” she said, sounding like she was embarrassed at all the things
being said about her.
Still, she didn't hesitate and stepped right up to my dad, kneeling on
the throw rug in between his legs. She grabbed his hard shaft and
without another word she took him in her mouth and started to suck his
cock like it was the most natural thing in the world for her to do.
“She’s pretty good, isn’t she John?” her proud father asked, beaming with
pride as his naked little girl did her best to take as much of my dad’s
dick into her small mouth.
My dad didn't answer directly, the groans and the way his head went back
and he closed his eyes were enough to tell us all how she was making him
feel.
“That’s it Elisa... good girl,” he encouraged his daughter.
I’d never seen a girl her age sucking my dad’s dick before. Heck, I’d
never seen a girl her age sucking a dick period, at least not for real.
It once again brought out a series of mixed feelings for me. Sure my
cousin Tammy had blown him when she was barely fourteen but compared to
Elisa, Tammy looked old! Besides, Tammy had been his niece so it really
didn't matter how old she was.
Elisa, on the other hand, looked even younger now that she was naked than
she had when she’d walked in the door. Dang, I was starting to doubt
that she was even a teenager yet. In fact, I would not have been
surprised if she hadn't even seen her twelfth birthday. This SHOULD have
shocked me but the way she seemed to love sucking my dad’s dick made it
seem OK for some reason.
Meanwhile, Mark had been just standing there, his hand on his cock while
he watched his sister sucking off my dad. No doubt he was wishing she
was sucking HIS cock and I had the distinct feeling that it was something
he got from her regularly at home. I couldn't help but wonder when she
had first sucked him? Was this something relatively new or had it been
going on for quite a while? How had it gotten started in the first
place? Had their parents encouraged it or had they started out on their
own? My thoughts were interrupted by Martha...
“Now Mark, you’re not being a very polite guest. Can’t you see Linda
needs some attention? Why don't you let her enjoy that incredible dick
of yours?”
Somehow I got the idea Mark would have preferred his sister enjoy his
dick more but he did as his mother told him and stepped over in front of
my aunt. He seemed uncertain, waiting for her to make the first move. I
was curious myself what she wanted from him first – to suck his dick or
have him eat her horny pussy? It didn't take long to find out.
“Oh my god, it’s so beautiful,” she whispered but loud enough for us all
to hear.
Just as Simon was proudly watching my dad being blown by his daughter,
Martha was practically beaming as Linda reached out for Mark’s cock with
both hands. Even with both hands she was barely able to cover the entire
shaft.
“Soooooo, do you like your dick sucked Mark?” my aunt asked, smiling up
at him as she gripped his erect cock.
Mark hesitated and looked back at his mom as if he wasn't sure how to
answer.
“Now stop being so shy Mark and answer the pretty lady,” his mother
admonished him.
Mark licked his lips and looked down at Linda. “Yes ma’am, I love it to
be sucked.”
“I bet your sister suck you good, doesn’t she?”
Again Mark looked back at his mom who just nodded and so he answered, “Oh
yeah, she’s great!”
My aunt nodded over to where her brother-in-law was finding out for
himself just how good Mark’s sister was when it came to blowjobs and she
grinned. “From the looks of things, I would have to say you’re right.
How about I show you what I can do? Would that be OK with you?”
Without waiting for an answer she leaned forward and licked Mark’s dick
from the tip to the base and then back up again. She kissed the tip of
his bulging head and then gently took it between her lips, sucking on it
softly. It was almost like she was caressing it and loving it. Then she
surprised everyone by suddenly pushing it into her mouth in one quick
motion until her face was buried in the thick covering of hair at its
base.
“Oh wow!” Mark couldn't help but exclaim as his eyes bugled and stared
down at where his cock had disappeared from sight, now wholly engulfed in
my aunt’s mouth and throat.
She shook her head and then pulled up again, taking a breath and then
plunging back on his dick like she couldn't get enough of it – which was
likely exactly how she was feeling at the moment. I knew the feeling
well. Sometimes when you feel a dick in your mouth it’s like you just
want more and more of it and you can’t bear the idea of letting it go.
Looking at Simon and Martha, I sort of expected the stoic “chaperone”
persona to disappear. I actually hadn't bought it from the start,
figuring it was just part of the show and that sooner or later they would
drop the veneer and join in one way or another. Yet for the moment, the
looked like your typical mom and dad sitting in the audience at a recital
as the proud parents while their children performed.
The difference here was that instead of playing a piano or acting out a
school play, THEIR kids were having oral sex with two people older than
their own parents! They were holding hands but that was about as far as
they were going so far. Well, maybe the rest would come into play later.
There was no way I was buying all this. It just didn't seem possible for
a couple to watch their kids having sex, especially at their ages, and
NOT want to be involved.
“Careful Elisa, don't let him cum yet,” her father warned.
I looked from Linda to my dad and indeed, he was starting to look and act
like he was on the verge of an orgasm. Even if he had taken his Viagra I
knew it would still take him a while to get it up for a second time so it
was a wise warning on Simon’s part.
“Hey John, why don't you try out Elisa’s pussy? She loves her pussy
licked and you know there’s nothing better tasting than pre-teen pussy.”
His comments made me wonder just how he knew about how pre-teen pussy
tasted. Had he tasted Elisa’s or was he experienced with other girls?
Maybe they traded with other couples with similar age kids. Damn, I
wished I could just get to talk to them for ten minutes! I had a million
questions and it was killing me not to know the answers.
Elisa clearly knew what to do without being told this time so she got up
from my dad’s crotch and sat back on the couch next to her mother. This
time she leaned back and pulled her legs up with her arms, locking her
knees in the crook of her arms such that her legs were spread and her wet
pussy was fully exposed to my dad as he moved forward towards her. Her
mom was now right next to her but didn't make a move to touch or
otherwise help her.
The fact that this little girl was naked and laying back like a whore as
her mother sat right next to her didn't deter my dad as it was his turn
to kneel down in front of Elisa. He put a hand on the back of her bare
thighs to push her back even further and then lowered his head between
her little legs.
Well, her father had been right about one thing, his daughter LOVED to
have her pussy licked! My dad’s tongue had barely touched her clit when
she practically jumped off the couch, moaning loudly. My father licked
her up and down her pussy like a dog would have had she been covered in
peanut butter, now and then sucking on her clit like it was nipple.
“Put your finger in her John, she likes that when she’s being licked,”
Martha offered her motherly advice.
Although Elisa was pressed against her, Martha didn't make any move to
touch her, just talking gently to her and encouraging her to enjoy
herself.
My dad pressed his index finger into Elisa’s soaking wet pussy. She
seemed really tight and I found myself wondering if he was having to
press so hard just to get his finger in her, how was he ever going to get
his dick in her? Still, I was under no illusions that Elisa was a virgin
and judging from the size of her brother’s dick (which was bigger than my
dad’s), he should be able to get it in her but it was going to be tight,
that was for sure. If he thought my cousin had been tight (and she was
fourteen at the time), I could only imagine how Elisa’s pussy was going
to be for him.
While my dad was licking this young girl, I expected the next step would
be for Mark to do the same for my aunt but it just shows you can’t always
predict Everything, especially when it involved sex. What I didn't take
into account was how horny my aunt was for Mark’s teenage dick. Sucking
it was great, I was sure, but that's not what she REALLY wanted to be
doing with it.
No... had another destination in mind and she wasn't going to wait for
anyone else to make the first move. Taking her mouth off Mark’s shaft,
my aunt looked up at him as she stroked the slick rod with the most
incredible expression of lust I’d seen on her in a long time – if ever
before.
“Fuck me Mark... I want you to fuck me now,” she begged him.
Mark just stood there for a second when his dad intervened, “What are you
waiting for? You heard the nice lady Mark, she asked you to fuck her so
fuck her.”
My aunt leaned back and Mark grabbed the wings of the chair to steady
himself as he lowered himself to my aunt’s waiting pussy. She grabbed
his dick with one hand, using the other to spread her hair pussy apart
for him. As he positioned himself, she rubbed the head of his dick
against her clit for a few seconds and then placed it directly at the
entrance to her pussy. Mark may have been a bit shy before but any sign
of awkwardness disappeared as he plunged his erect dick into my aunt’s
pussy like a pro, practically pushing her up into the chair with the
force of his initial thrust. Oh yeah, this wasn't his first rodeo!
“Oh my god... he feels so good!” my aunt cried out in ecstasy.
Mark went right at it, thrusting himself in and out of her, banging her
as hard and fast as he could.
Martha and Simon exchanged glances as they watched their son fucking a
woman more than twice his age. The pride was obvious in their faces as
they smiled and nodded to one another when my aunt would gasp and cry out
as their son fucked her over and over again.
Elisa could also see what her brother was doing and I wondered if she was
a little jealous of my aunt getting her brother’s dick instead of her.
Whatever she was thinking, it seemed to set off her own needs. Turning
her head to her mom, she said in the sweetest little voice, “Mom, I want
to be fucked too.”
Had she said it in anything other than English, from the tone and
expression on her face I would have thought she was asking her mom for a
new dress or something. It was incredibly erotic to see this little girl
being eaten by my own father and then have turned innocently to her
mother, requesting to be fucked.
Personally, I could’ve said the same thing about now as well. I almost
got the nerve to ask Simon if he would be interested in fucking me but
then I remembered the “rules”. I was so damn horny now I was about to
burst yet I was afraid to do anything more than watch. Would they care
of I masturbated? Would that be going outside the rules? I wasn't sure
and I didn't want to mess things up for my aunt and dad so I just sat
there with my pussy practically screaming for attention!
“Honey, if you want the nice man to fuck you, why don't you just ask
him?” Elisa’s mom said gently back to her, “I’m sure he wants to... don't
you John? Don’t you want to have sex with my little girl?”
My dad looked up, his face covered with his own saliva and Elisa’s pussy
juices. He didn't say anything but the look on his face spoke volumes.
Standing up, his dick was still fully erect and I could tell he was about
to fuck this little girl in front of him. To his surprise, her mother
stepped in before he could.
“You didn't answer me John... do you want to fuck my little girl? I want
to hear you say it.”
My dad seemed surprised at this but he nodded and mumbled something like,
“Sure I do.”
“John,” she insisted, “She’s my only little girl so you can understand
I’m a bit overprotective. I just want to be sure of your intentions. So
tell me what you want to do to my daughter.”
“Overprotective” my ass. I was starting to see more and more what was
going on with the parents, especially Martha. She was clearly getting
off from offering her daughter to my dad. Sure it was hot to see her
having sex with him, but what REALLY turned her on was seeing how bad he
wanted her and what he would do to have her.
“OK, OK... I want to fuck Elisa,” he finally said.
Martha looked at him like she was expected more so he continued, “I want
to fill her little pussy with my dick and fuck her. I want to fill her
tight little cunt with my sperm and make her my cumslut.”
“Now John, is that a proper way to talk to a mother about her only
daughter, especially one as young as Elisa?” she teased him.
My dad had also recognized what her game was so he played along and
grinned, “Of course it is. I’m going to fuck your little whore daughter
and I’m going to do it right in front of her mother.”
Martha finally seemed to have heard what she was waiting for. Sitting
back, she grinned and said, “Then what the hell are you waiting for?
Fuck the little slut. Can’t you see she wants it?”
Elisa kept her legs up and spread to open her pussy as wide as possible
for my Dad’s approaching dick. He had her thoroughly soaked by now and
with his finger in her had started to get her ready for his hard dick.
Still, when I saw his firm cock pressing up against the wet entrance to
her tiny little pussy, I couldn't help but wonder to myself how that big
thing was were going to get inside of her. As it turned out, it wasn't
easy.
“Damn she’s tight!” my dad groaned as he tried to push his dick into
Elisa.
As hard as he was, his dick still somehow bent a little as he pushed
against her. Grabbing her legs by the ankles, he held her up as she used
her now free hands to spread her all but hairless pussy wide apart for
him.
“Trust me, if she can take her brother she can take you,” Martha
encouraged my dad.
It was actually the first time anyone had openly stated that the brother
and sister had sex together. Of course I had assumed it but still, it
was interesting to get the official confirmation.
With another shove and a grunt my dad’s dick began to penetrate Elisa.
At first just the head made it on but once that hurdle was cleared the
rest of him slid in fairly easily. Elisa groaned loudly as my dad pushed
himself even deeper inside of her, raising some concerns on his part.
“Are you OK honey?” he asked softly, holding himself still with about
three quarters of his dick buried inside of her pussy. He may have been
concerned but not enough to pull any of himself out of her.
“It just feels so big in me... it feels so good... fuck me, please fuck
me more,” she moaned with her eyes now tightly closed.
If Elisa had looked tiny and young before, it was nothing compared to
what I was seeing now. She seemed incredibly small now with my dad’s
larger body hovering over her, his thick dick literally impaled in her
tiny little pussy as her thin legs rested on his shoulders. Her proud
mom was keeping a close eye on everything and I kept waiting for her to
at least start masturbating but she never did anything other than to
whisper something to her little girl now and then in a voice too soft for
me to hear.
Elisa was rubbing her pussy now as my dad fucked her slowly, sliding in
and out of her as if he was trying to make himself last so he could savor
the feeling of his dick inside of this ridiculously young girl as long as
possible. It was a scene that I'll never forget. It was both surreal
and yet somehow so innocent to see this older man having sex with a girl
barely old enough to masturbate. In my heart I knew it was wrong what he
was doing yet there was no way I was about to say anything about it
because it was so incredibly hot to watch.
Whether it was coincidence or whatever, both Elisa and my aunt came at
almost exactly the same time. Of course I’d seen my aunt cum many times
before so my attention was more directed to Elisa. Honestly, I wasn't
totally sure a girl her age COULD cum but once again it goes to show you
can’t predict anything when it comes to sex.
The feeling of Elisa’s pussy throbbing around his dick must have pushed
my dad dangerously close to the edge as he stopped his movements and just
held his dick deep inside Elisa while she came. She seemed so cute as
her orgasm consumed her, like a little doll baby moaning and looking up
at her mom as if to seek her approval.
Meanwhile my aunt had pushed Mark back and down to the floor on his back
with his head almost at his father’s feet. She quickly straddled him and
used her hand to direct his dick back into her pussy which was hungry for
more of his teen cock. Sitting on him now, she could practically reach
out and touch his father.
It amazed me how he could just sit there and watch a woman as beautiful
as my Aunt Linda ride his son’s dick right in front of him yet act like
it was the most ordinary thing in the world. From what I could tell, he
didn't even have an erection! I mean, didn't he want to fuck my aunt
too? Could he be so into little girls that a woman the age of my aunt,
even as hot as sexy as she was, didn't turn him on?
My dad was back to fucking Elisa again. He didn't seem interested in
changing positions, seemingly perfectly happy with what he was doing. I
wondered if fucking her right next to her mom, so close he could have
reached over and played with her pussy, was what was turning him on as
well. Martha wasn't encouraging him to change either so maybe she was
getting to watching this close up and personal just as much as my dad
was. While Simon just watched the show in front of him and didn't say a
word, Martha seemed to enjoy being more involved, at least verbally.
“Are you ready to cum yet John?’ she teased, “Where do you want to cum?
Her mouth?... In her pussy?... maybe you want to cum all over my
daughter... is that what you want John... to spray your cum all over her
tiny little body?”
I got the idea that SHE wanted to see his cum spraying all over Elisa but
then she didn't know my dad. If she had asked me, I could have told her
exactly where my dad wanted to cum – IN her pussy. My self-
congratulatory feeling was quickly struck down as my dad surprised me yet
again.
“I want to cum all over her... cover your slutty daughter with my cum,”
he managed to get out in short bursts between thrusts.
As he said it, he was looking at Martha more than Elisa and I then
realized what was going on. Maybe had he been fucking Elisa alone
upstairs he would have stayed and cum in her pussy, but this was for her
mother. My dad was seeing how much his fucking her daughter was turning
her on and he also quickly took the hint as to where she wanted to see
his cum.
“Oh FUCK!” my dad exclaimed as he yanked his dick out of Elisa’s abused
pussy.
The little girl dropped her legs and he grabbed his dick, using it like a
garden hose to spray his cum over her face and budding chest. Damn, he
really needed to cum as one shot after another landed on her, with the
last couple on her almost bare pussy.
Martha whispered something to her daughter and Elisa nodded and then
started to spread my dad’s cum all over her like it was body lotion,
creating a sheen over her torso and face as his cum was distributed all
over her tiny body. When she finished she licked it off her fingers and
again smiled at her mom.
“Does he taste good?” her mom asked.
Elisa grinned and nodded her head quickly. Yeah, she was a little
cumslut, that was for sure. No doubt she would have enjoyed getting the
whole load in her mouth and I was willing to bet a lot that she swallowed
as well.
My dad’s dick was quickly dwindling as he sat back in his chair again,
sweating and trying to catch his breath. Now everyone’s attention was on
Mark and my aunt as she humped his cock like a bull rider. I’d seen her
with her daughter Kristi doing other boys about his age so it wasn’t
anything new for me. It had been a long time since I’d rode a boy that
age myself and it was tempting to see if anyone would really mind if I
took a turn but common sense prevailed and I never even tried.
Mark groaned and it was obvious what was about to happen. My aunt hopped
off him and kneeled between his legs, stroking his dick furiously with
her mouth open and tongue sticking out, waiting for her prize. She
didn't have to wait long as the first rope of sperm spewed from his dick
and landed directly on her tongue. Damn, that boy must have had huge
load of sperm saved up for her as he just came and came like there was
going to be no end.
My aunt tried to take all of it in her mouth but there was simply too
much of it so some of it ended up on her face or dripping out of her
mouth. When he finally finished she showed off the results to his
parents and then swallowed it all down with a savage grin.
Chapter 4 - After the Adults, the Kids Play
===========================================
Now it was her turn to take a seat again as everyone went silent for a
few minutes, gathering their thoughts and I wondered what would happen
next. Was that it? Would they get dressed and leave now? Or was what I
had been expecting all along finally going to happen – the parents get
involved.
I have to say I was a little disappointed in that the parents didn't show
any sign of being anything but the perfect chaperones. Suddenly the
conversation was struck back up between the adults, almost like nothing
had happened in between their previous conversation and now. Now my dad
and aunt were naked but my father no longer had an erection and my aunt
was beaming with some of Mark’s cum still on her cheek and chest.
Mark got up and sat back down next to Elisa, the both of them still naked
as well. They both were looking at their parents expectantly and I
wondered what was going on. Obviously they were expecting something from
their parents and it didn't take long to find out what it was.
“Ummmmm, I hate to change the subject like this but don't you guys think
it’s only fair that we let the kids have some fun for being so good to
you?” Martha asked.
Really, what was my dad or aunt going to say? After all, they WERE
teenagers, or at least one was and the other would be in a year or two so
it was only natural that they would have more need for sex than their
older partners.
“Sure... but we get to watch though... right?” my dad confirmed.
“Of course,“ Simon replied, “Besides, they love to be watched, don't you
kids?”
Both Elisa and marked smiled and nodded eagerly. They didn't need to be
told any more as Elisa laid down on her on the rug in front of the couch,
her leg spread apart and her arms outstretched towards her brother. This
was obviously something they were quite accustomed to as Mark quickly
climbed on top of his sister and without further ado pushed his dick into
her freshly fucked pussy. Given she had just being fucked by my dad, he
was able to enter Elisa a lot easier than he might have otherwise and
they immediately began fucking one another.
“Awwwwww... don't you guy agree that they look so sweet together like
that?” Martha cooed, “I think it’s so wonderful that they get along so
well, don't you Linda?”
“Well, I guess sex is better than fighting and arguing,” my aunt agreed.
“I mean... just look at the way he does his sister,” their mother
continued, the pride practically bursting from her, “and she loves it
so... I just love seeing her being so happy.”
It was killing me. Why didn't anyone say anything more about them? How
long had they been having sex? How did it get started? Who else did
they fuck? Did they really not do it with their parents? My dad could
see I was about ready to burst and all it took was one sharp look from
him for me to keep my mouth shut.
“See that? He’s cumming in his sister... isn’t that so special?” Martha
said, looking almost like she was about to cry with happiness. “He
always cums in her, he even did the first time. I’m so proud of him.”
Indeed, Mark WAS pumping his load of cum into his sister who seemed more
than happy to be receiving it. Her hips arched up against him as if she
was trying to take it as deep inside of her as she could. The look on
her face was priceless! Something about it was different than it had
been when my dad had cum in her. With him she had seemed to enjoy it but
with her brother, it was something more. I don't know how to describe
it, but it was clear that having her brother cum in her was special. In
a way I could relate to her. It was like when my dad came in me. There
was just something about having my own dad cum in me that made it
different from anyone else. I guess it was the same for Elisa and her
brother.
“Well, we really should be going now,” Simon said, breaking the spell
that seemed to hang over all of us in the aftermath of watching Mark
mating his little sister.
So much for small talk after sex! It was like the show was over and that
was it – time to leave.
“Aw dad, do we have to?” Elisa whined, looking up at her dad from the
floor, “I want Mark to fuck me again.”
“No, that’s enough for now, he can do you on the way home,” her dad
chastised her.
For a moment she looked every bit her age as she seemed frustrated and
almost ready to cry for not getting her way. “On the way home?” What the
heck, did they let then have sex in the back seat while they were
driving? Then again, I got the feeling that it might be hard to stop
those two once they got started!
Everyone stood up except me. The men shook hands and the women hugged
while the kids got dressed. Elisa had to be a mess with my dad’s cum all
over her and now her brother’s cum leaking from her pussy but I guess
that didn't bother her mom at the moment. I guess since they would
likely be going at it on the way home again there was no sense in
worrying about cleaning up now.
As they left, I felt a little left out as they totally ignored me. I
guess they were OK with me watching but anything beyond that was not part
of the “deal”, whatever that was they had made with my dad and aunt. I
guess deep down I was sort of hoping they would at least ASK me if I was
interested in being involved. Frankly, NOT being asked made it easier to
keep from caving into my lust and in the long run I knew it was the best
thing that could have happened. Still, it was a point of ego and pride
and to be ignored in a sexual situation was NOT something I was
accustomed to dealing with.
Chapter 5 – The Aftermath
=========================
My dad closed the front door and now it was just the three of us again.
The two of them were both naked and reeked of sex so I felt a little bit
out of place.
“Ummmmm, Aunt Linda...” I said, pointing to my cheek to give her a hint.
She reached up and realized there was cum and giggled like a little girl
who had just been caught leaving the theater without cleaning up
completely.
“You gotta admit it, that kid could blast a fuckin’ load,” she sighed
whimsically as she grabbed a dish towel from the kitchen and wiped
herself off.
I couldn't hold back anymore. “So can you tell me more about what all
just happened?”
What do you mean Kelly?” my dad asked, “Seemed pretty obvious to me!”
“Ok... so like... how old was that girl? She couldn't have been in her
teens. Was she even twelve?”
“I really have no idea. Part of the deal is we don't discuss anyone’s
age. So long as they have their parents with them and it’s all
consensual, that’s what counts.”
“Dad!” I huffed. He knew better than that. What a lame answer, Still, I
had a strong feeling that it was about all he was going to tell me.”
“She was old enough to know what she was doing... and old enough to enjoy
it,” my aunt injected, “From what I could see - and feel, she wanted it
as badly as anyone.”
I let it go, no sense in trying to argue it as they both seemed to have
found a way to rationalize it so what could I say to counter it? Still,
I had more for them.
“So what’s with the parents? Was this something typical or what?”
My dad answered again. “Actually this was the first time I’ve seen
anything where the parents just watched. They seemed pretty adamant
about it but I have to say, every other family we’ve been involved with
included the parents too.”
“So you do this a lot?”
“Not really... a few times... now and then I guess.” Now for the question
that REALLY mattered to me...
“Dad, did you ever want to fuck me when I was her age?”
My dad smiled at me and took a breath before answering. “Of course I did
baby, but your mother wouldn't let me.”
I was almost afraid to ask the next question, afraid of what the answer
might be. After all, he had just fucked a pre-teen hot little girl so
how could sex with me, a girl twice her age, even compare?
“Daddy, “I said softly, bowing my head before him in submission, “Do you
want to fuck me now?”
If he had said no I don't know what I would have done. It wouldn't have
surprised me but it would have disappointed me. For the past nine years
I loved to go to him and say those word and see his eyes light up and the
smile come to his face. He’d never said no, at least not until now.
“Of course I do baby... there’s nobody I want to fuck right now more than
you.”
“Oh daddy!” I exclaimed, wrapping my arms around his bare body.
My aunt silently disappeared, respecting this special moment between a
father and a daughter. After seeing him with that little girl, seeing
the pleasure it brought to him, and for him to still say he wanted me
more than anyone else was the most wonderful thing he had said to me in a
long time.
He quickly undressed me and took me in the living room on the couch.
Linda took a seat on the chair across from us. This was rather unusual
as she usually didn't hang around when my dad and I had sex but I guess
after everything that had just happened she wasn't about to just walk
away as if nothing was happening.
It took a little coaxing to get my dad’s dick back up to full strength
again but it was well worth the effort as I laid there and felt him
entering me. It felt so perfect... so right. This was the way a
daughter should submit to her father. This was how a father should
express his love for his daughter.
Later when I thought about it more it saddened me that Simon didn't fuck
Elisa. For her not to feel the love and honor of her father in this
intimate way was something she would never get from anyone else.
“Yes daddy!” I cried out as he finally came in me.
I could feel his cock throbbing in me, flooding me with his incestuous
sperm. This was so much more than sex. This was my father, taking me as
his daughter, as only a father can. He stayed in me afterwards, his cock
pulsing inside of me as it slowly diminished and drew itself out of me.
We kissed and I felt his hands all over me, fondling me and caressing me.
I thought of his sperm inside of me, something he gave me in a moment of
complete submission to his love and authority over me as his daughter.
While I can’t say I approve of everything my father does, how can I be
mad at him when he can make me feel like this?
THE END