Subject:     My First Family Sex Party
Story Codes: Mf Mf Mg mf bg Fm Ff voy incest father daughter mother son
Diary Date:  August 21, 2010 
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary
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It's amazing how much your life can change in just a short time. Even 
more so how attitudes and feelings about subjects that I thought were 
cast in stone can adjust as well.

Table of Contents
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   Chapter 1 - My "Firm" Principles Become Less Concrete
   Chapter 2 - The Importance of Pleasing My Father
   Chapter 3 - My Aunt Linda Gives My Dad What He Wants
   Chapter 4 - The Party
   Chapter 5 - The Aftermath


Chapter 1 - My "Firm" Principles Become Less Concrete
=====================================================

For the first 25 years of my life there were certain principles in my 
life that were unshakable.  Regardless of whatever I might do, there were 
certain lines not to be crossed, certain morals that were absolute - or 
so I thought.  Just to name the most important...

My faith in God and Jesus has to be number one.  Everything in the end 
comes back to the Bible and the principles that are found in the Word of 
God.  "Honor your father and mother" has always been the guiding light 
for me, drilled into me from as early as I can remember by my parents.

The commandment against adultery was also stressed to me by my mother and 
was the reason why she refused to have sex outside of her marriage family 
- and kept my father from straying as well.  Her interpretation of the 
anti-adultery was so strict that she even refused to participate in 
"swinging", even when it was OK with everyone involved.  While I know 
from a purely physical perspective she would have jumped at the 
opportunity, for her it was all about the principle.

It was to help deal with the restrictions and frustrations that arise in 
most monogamous marriages that my mother advocated incest.  She taught me 
that sex within the family encompassed by your marriage vows wasn't 
adultery, at least not the way she interpreted the Bible.  I realize that 
when most people hear this their first reaction is disbelief but I think 
if someone gives it some thought that it makes perfect sense.  After all, 
if a man does not have the right to have sex with his own daughter, a 
product of his marriage, then who DOES he have the right to have sex 
with?  I would argue that a man has the right to expect his daughter to 
submit to him in the same manner as his wife, even more so as she is his 
daughter and not his partner.  

As for others, if a woman's sister is willing to have sex with her 
husband, what is wrong with that?  It's not like he's out cheating on his 
wife with some stranger - it is her sister for goodness sakes!  And if 
her sister, then her sister's daughter would also be included.  Of course 
the same would apply to brothers and sons.

Personally, based on my own experience I feel that if incest was more 
widely recognized that most marriages would be far stronger as a result.  
Also, so long as it is done in a loving and respectful manner, who better 
for a boy or girl to learn about sex from than their uncle or aunt?  It's 
not like those desires aren't already there in many cases.

In a way, by encouraging me to give myself to my father as a proper 
daughter should, my mother was effectively killing two birds with one 
stone so to say.  Not only was she was teaching me to respect my father 
by submitting myself to him totally and unconditionally, at the same time 
she was providing my father an outlet for his intense sexual urges.  At 
least when she saw him with me she knew who he was fucking... and why.

Unfortunately I never had a brother and my uncle and cousin Rick were 
assholes so incest didn't provide my mother with as many opportunities as 
it did my dad.  Still, she made the most of it, especially when it came 
to my cousin Rick.  After all, older women the same urges as men!

Another firm principal instilled in me by my mother was to respect and 
protect young children.  Granted, in an incestuous family the lines get 
blurred a bit when it comes to age but outside the family she was adamant 
about such things.  Taking such a stand was a lot harder for her than it 
might seem given she married a pedophile.  She compensated by allowing my 
father to maintain an extensive porn collection which she hoped would 
provide sufficient outlet for those desires and urges he found so 
difficult to control.

As a result of my mother's influence, until recently the youngest boy I 
ever had sex with was sixteen - and I was fourteen the first time.  Of 
course when I was a teenager I had sex with numerous teenage boys but 
they were all sixteen or older.

As I got older, my tastes began to shift to older men and other than a 
couple of flings, I pretty much stayed with "legal" aged partners.  Even 
the couple of exceptions were with boys that were quite mature for their 
age so it wasn't like I trolled the grade school yards or anything like 
perverted like that.  Certainly I've never done anything like my aunt and 
cousin have done with the local boys in the neighborhood!

Until a couple of years ago I would've said that these principles were 
the bedrock of my religious and sexual morals.  No matter how slutty or 
naughty I might be, there were still lines meant not to be crossed and 
looking forward to my married life, I naturally expected those principles 
to continue.  Then a few things happened that changed my life in many 
ways - and shifted that foundation somewhat in the process.  I don't 
think anyone can really point fingers at me.  After all, who can blame me 
changing a bit when my parents' divorced, something I never would have 
thought possible before it happened.

My parents' divorce triggered what was probably one of the most intense 
periods of my life so far as examining my core values and beliefs.  It 
wasn't so much the fact that a marriage of over 25 years came to an end, 
although THAT certainly was a blow to me as I was always one to brag 
about how rock-solid their marriage was and how I wanted to pattern my 
own marriage after theirs.  What hit me the hardest was WHY they 
divorced.  It took a couple of years for me to fully understand all that 
went down and even now I still can't believe how naïve and starry-eyed I 
was not to see what was obvious to so many other people.  

The irony is that many of the very same things I use to believe were the 
reason for their strong marriage turned out to be the very things that 
split them apart.  My mother's "no adultery" rules were so strict and 
restricting that my father was held back from doing the very things that 
would have actually made their marriage stronger.  It's like when I have 
sex with a married guy now and then see his marriage rebound afterwards 
once he has let those desires come out and be realized.

It wasn't that my mother was jealous or didn't want my dad to have sex 
outside of marriage, it was her interpretation of the Bible that was 
flawed - something she came to realize only after it was too late to 
salvage her marriage.  

The key principle she learned - and me as well, that it's not WHO you 
fuck when you're married but WHY.  There is a big difference between 
cheating and just having sex outside marriage for mutual enjoyment.  Thus 
cheating has become part of my definition of adultery,  By cheating I 
mean where you have sex with someone without telling your partner and 
then hiding it from them.  Today I would say that so long as everyone 
involved knows what is going on and approves, then what's the harm?

In a similar manner, my mother's stance against adult-child sex also 
proved to be a major factor in their split.  Now that I know more today 
about pedophilia and the vise-like control such urges can have over a 
man, I have to give my father credit for going as long as he did without 
breaking down.  Of course there have to be limits on such activities, for 
the safety and well-being of the child if nothing else.  Nobody can tell 
me that an eight year-old girl is physically ready for sex, no matter how 
emotionally mature she may be for her age.  Oral "sex" (a misnomer since 
it isn't really sex in the first place) is fine at most any age but even 
then it's influenced by the family environment more than anything.

If there is one point in my life when I believe my father's needs were 
not met was when I was eight years old and curious about why my father 
was touching himself.  My mother had us all in the hot tub later that 
night where she showed me how his dick got hard when I stroked it and 
then how it eventually spurted when I did it long enough.  My father 
clearly wanted me to suck him (at least I realize that NOW) but my mother 
held him back.

As it turned out, it would be another eight years before I touched his 
dick again, eight long years during which my father was denied his most 
basic urges and needs.  I often wonder how things might be different 
today if my mother had not stopped him.  Whether or not it would have 
prevented their marriage, who can say, but I have to believe the odds 
would have improved had I been allowed to please my father.

So now I admit to having changed my views on a number of serious issues.  
Of course my faith in God is still number one - NOTHING can change that.  
But other than that, I do NOT want my marriage someday to end in divorce 
because I impose too many restrictions on my husband.  It's also more 
than just my future husband that I have to keep in mind but my father as 
well.  Now that I have a better understanding of my obligations and 
duties as his daughter, the onus is on me to follow through and support 
him.


Chapter 2 - The Importance of Pleasing My Father
================================================

Like most little girls I loved to please my parents - especially my 
daddy.  As an only child I guess you could say I was quite the daddy's 
girl growing up - still am and will always be.  Really, how many little 
girls do NOT want to please the most important man in their lives?

What I didn't realize though until I was in my mid-teens was HOW my 
father wanted me to please him.  If there is one thing I NEVER suspected 
until I was over sixteen was that my father wanted more than anything 
else to have sex with me.  Looking back, the signs were all there in 
blazing neon lights.  Had I known what I do now it would've been obvious, 
but in my defense, why would I suspect such a thing?  Sure my dad got an 
erection when I was naked or masturbating in front of him, but that 
didn't mean he wanted to FUCK me.  It was just a natural reaction any man 
would have under the same circumstances with any girl.  

My dad never said a word about it nor did he ever do anything that would 
lead me to believe otherwise.  Even when we were in the hot tub and I 
would sit on his lap, feeling his erection under my bare butt, he never 
tried to push it in me or even touch me in a sexual way.

It didn't help matters that I DID tease my dad mercilessly at times.  
Like those times in the hot tub I would wiggle on him and rub my bare 
butt against his hard dick, knowing it was making him all the harder.  
When he bought me sexy clothes I would model them for him and even do a 
strip tease at times.  When I brought home boys I would leave my bedroom 
door cracked open so he could watch them fuck me.

Still, even though I did all these things at no time did I ever consider 
that I was signaling I wanted to have sex with him.  For me it was just 
fun and games and if anything, it was a demonstration of my trust in my 
father that I could do such things and he would NOT react the way so many 
other men would have.  I often tell men that think their daughters want 
to have sex with them that just because their daughter is flaunting 
herself does NOT mean she wants them to fuck her.  If anything, it's 
quite the opposite!

I can say that over the years there is nothing I have ever done sexually 
I regret doing.  Sure there are things I would never do again, but that 
doesn't mean I wish I hadn't had the experience, even if it was only one 
time.  For instance, I had sex with a dog and will never do that again 
but if I had NOT done it then how would I know what it is like?

On the other hand, there are a number of things on a sexual note that I 
regret NOT doing.  Like I mentioned before, I regret not sucking my 
father's dick when I was younger but I REALLY regret not giving myself to 
my father for my first time.  For years I no idea of how much he wanted 
that and how hurt he was when he found out that some teenage boy had 
taken my virginity.  Even today I find tears coming to my eyes for 
denying him his right as a father to be my first.

It wasn't until I was sixteen, two years after losing my virginity and 
after having sex with numerous boys, that I finally had sex with my 
father.  Once I realized how much it meant to him and how happy he was 
when I would offer myself to him without him having to even ask, I did 
everything I could to please him sexually.  It's a point of pride for me 
to be able to say that I have NEVER refused him, no matter how tired I 
might be or what my mood was at the time.

If anything, my total submission to my father is my way of showing him 
how much I love and trust him.  I know beyond any doubt that he would 
never do anything to harm me in any way and thus I can submit to him 
totally without any fear of the consequences.  There is no other man with 
whom I have had anything even remotely close to that sort of 
relationship.  

There is a look in my father's eyes when he first enters me that is so 
special.  It's a look I never see any other time, not even when he fucks 
my younger cousins.  It's so much more than just pleasure or the 
fulfillment of his lust.  It's a sign of his love for me, the love that 
only a father and his daughter can share.  When he's inside of me we are 
joined in a way that only can happen through sex.  Then when I feel my 
father cumming inside of me, filling me with his incestuous sperm, 
literally mating with me, I know beyond any shadow of a doubt that I have 
pleased him in a special way that only his daughter can.  

I especially love it when my dad keeps his dick in me after he cums in 
me.  I love laying there quietly with his arms around me while I feel his 
spent cock throbbing inside of me.  When his dick is in me I feel so much 
love and respect from him, more so than at any other time.  The emptiness 
I feel when he finally pulls out is almost too much to bear at times, 
like my pussy was finally complete with him filling it but now empty and 
in need of his love once again.

I have told many girls that if they really want to understand their 
father, if they really want to please him in a way no other person can, 
that if they want to fulfill their biblical duties to their father, then 
they HAVE to let him fuck them.  There simply is no other way to reach 
that level of a relationship with their dad.  Some have followed my 
advice and it melts my heart to hear them tell me, sometimes with tears 
of joy in their eyes, how special it was to feel their father that first 
time he entered them.  Indeed, it is like losing your virginity again, 
only this time 100% pleasurable and so much deeper in meaning.

So why have I bothered to say all this?  It's because I don't want people 
to get the wrong idea as to why I eventually did some of the things I did 
with my dad.  I want people to understand how badly I want to please my 
father and how far I am willing to go to accomplish that goal.  It is 
essential that anyone who has followed me through the years and thought 
that they knew my principles and this understand why I changed.  To know 
that I did so only after careful consideration and with a desire to 
please my father at the forefront.

After all, when you make a commitment to please your father no matter 
what he asks, there are certain risks involved as fathers are still men 
and they have the same flaws and hereditary urges that all men must deal 
with.  So when my dad approached me with his latest request, did I have 
any choice but to say "yes daddy"?


Chapter 3 - My Aunt Linda Gives My Dad What He Wants
====================================================

Last year my Aunt Linda went to live with my dad.  It was close enough 
after the divorce that tongues still wagged but long enough to be 
respectful to my mother.  Of course most people didn't know the whole 
story.  Even those who knew my dad back in high school and were aware 
that he and his brother had dated my mom and her sister, often trading 
partners, had no idea that the relationship continued after the marriage.  
Indeed, I think my dad had sex with my mom's sister more than her!  
Overall it was probably a better marriage for my mom and him than it 
would have been had he picked the younger sister instead, but now at 
their age and with their kids grownup it seemed to make more sense for 
him and Aunt Linda to be together.  Let's just say my aunt was much less 
restrictive!

My Aunt was also divorced but in her case it was much different.  She 
married a guy who claimed to be OK with the incest in her life but then 
once they got married got all possessive and jealous.  Not only did he 
try to stop her from having sex with my dad, but he made a serious 
attempt to stop her from being with her own father.  Giving up sex with 
my dad would likely have been an annoyance but to ask her to stop having 
sex with her father was simply too much.  After all, he'd first taken her 
when she was just twelve and was by far the one to have fucked her the 
most during her life to date.  Although nobody outside her family knew 
the REAL reason for the divorce, it was something she kept in mind and 
she never remarried.

Through the years my aunt would frequently come over to our house and go 
to my dad's office or elsewhere for sex.  Of course I had no idea it was 
for sex, I was told they needed to discuss legal issues or something with 
her real estate business.  It wasn't until I started having sex myself 
with my dad that I learned the true nature of her visits.  My mom never 
seemed concerned about it as she understood what it was all about.  My 
dad made love to my mother while he just fucked her sister so as long as 
that was the situation, she was fine with it.

After the divorce my aunt started spending more and more time with my dad 
until finally they just said the heck with it and she moved in with him.  
I was personally happy for another reason in that it freed up her house 
to let me move in as with my teaching job I was unable to afford my own 
place without support from my father.  I guess technically I could have 
moved into the spare bedroom sooner as she and Kristi slept together (as 
they always did since she was a baby) but it just didn't feel right to do 
anything until she left Kristi home alone.

My Aunt Linda and my mom differed in many ways but there was one thing 
that was significantly different.  My aunt was into young boys, by which 
I mean early teens or even preteen.  Her daughter Kristi was also into 
the same, undoubtedly influenced by her mother over the years.  While I 
knew their preferences, and tried my best to ignore them when possible, 
what I did NOT know was how plugged in to the local networks they were.

To be perfectly honest, I had no idea such networks even existed so it's 
not like I missed any signs.  The thought that there might be large 
groups of people tied together by their mutual desires for sex with young 
kids was something more out of a porn novel than reality so far as I was 
concerned.  Maybe it was more that I didn't WANT to believe in such 
things than anything else.  Whatever it was, I certainly had no idea my 
aunt and cousin were charter members!

Another thing I was unaware of was that my aunt had offered my parents 
numerous times to join her at one of the parties where she would take 
Kristi.  Of course that meant that they would have had to take me with as 
well since two people just couldn't show up and expect to have sex with 
kids without bringing their own.  My dad would have done it but I have 
learned that my mother steadfastly refused to be involved; and if SHE 
wasn't involved, then there was no way my father could be.  Needless to 
say, this was yet another item on the "reason for a divorce" list that 
never made it to the decree papers!  Still, that didn't make it any less 
important.  

Now with my mother out of the way and my aunt living with my father, 
things were different to say the least.  Although they didn't tell me, 
for obvious reasons, my aunt started taking my dad to the family parties.  
Although Kristi had sort of grown out of them by then being in her 
twenties, given her long history with the group they still allowed my 
aunt to come and now that she was living with my dad he was allowed as 
well.  

The result of all this was my dad was happier than I'd seen him in a long 
time, if ever.  I assumed it was just the fact my aunt was now living 
with him and he was just enjoying himself in ways he'd never been able to 
before but I never had a clue in just WHAT those were.  Sure my aunt was 
more adventurous than my mom and a LOT sluttier.  Even though she was now 
in her forties she looked ten years younger and still turned heads when 
she dressed in short skirts and revealing blouses.

Finally one day after he'd fucked me I just had to ask him why he seemed 
so much happier.  On the one hand I was happy for him yet on the other 
hand it upset me a little bit that it was almost like he was happy to be 
divorced from my mom.  Well, if there was one thing I'd learned over the 
years it was that if I wanted to ask my dad something important and 
wanted the truth, there was no better time than when I was sitting on his 
dick with his cum filling my pussy!

When my dad told me the truth, it was hard to express my feelings.  On 
the one hand I felt horny and hot - his dick hardening back in me as he 
related the last party may have had something to do with that as well.  
On the other hand I was shocked and a bit surprised.  The idea that 
people would swap WITH their kids was just something I had never really 
thought happened outside of porn movies and novels.

It wasn't much long after that when something happened that set things in 
motion for the future, even if I didn't realize it at the time.  I've 
written about it before in my diary but in the short version I was 
allowed to watch one day when a couple came over to my dad's house along 
with their two kids.  To my surprise, the parents didn't have sex.  Heck, 
they didn't even undress or touch anyone.  It was all about their two 
young teens kids having sex with my Aunt Linda and dad.  It was the first 
time I'd witnessed anything like that besides when my dad was watching 
his porno DVDs.  After they had finished then the parents allowed the 
brother and sister to have some fun while everyone watched.  To say it 
was so incredibly surreal would be the understatement of the decade!

Later when I discussed what had happened with my dad and aunt, I asked 
where they met such people and it was then I learned that a whole 
underground network existed for families with such interests.  Apparently 
some of these just let their kids get involved, such as I had witnessed, 
while others got involved themselves, trading their kids with another 
couple.  Some even weren't so far as to organize parties where multiple 
families got together for sex.  The fact that such parties was a surprise 
to me as it was but to learn how prevalent they were was even more so.  I 
guess I shouldn't have been surprised based on my own experience.  Like, 
how many people in our church knew how many of the husbands there had 
fucked me?

So you can understand a little better why I was surprised the most about 
the parties, let me explain briefly just what my dad told me was done at 
these events.  First, it was nothing like the adult sex parties my best 
friend Beth is always trying to talk me into attending.  There was no 
"swinging" or swapping of wives and husbands.  Everything centered around 
families.  In fact, you couldn't even become a "member" unless you had at 
least one qualifying kid.  By that I mean a boy or girl at least ten 
(preferably twelve) or older but under eighteen.  Also, the family had to 
have been practicing incest for at least six months prior to their first 
party so it wouldn't be anything new for everyone to have sex together.  
No children under ten were allowed even if they were engaged in incest at 
home.  

One important requirement was that while at the party everyone was 
expected to be involved sexually - no voyeurs allowed.  I don't mean you 
couldn't take a break and watch for a while, but active participation was 
an absolute requirement for no other reason than to keep out anyone who 
might be there to expose things.  Sort of hard to go out and say anything 
if you were one of the participants.

The same concept applied to photos and videos.  No personal phones or 
cameras were allowed but they did have several video cameras discreetly 
positioned to tape the event.  This way nobody could claim they didn't 
take part should anyone get any ideas about going to the police 
afterwards.

Sex between family members was discouraged but not outright prohibited as 
it was recognized that these were just kids and sometimes they might need 
their parent's support.  Still, the whole point of the event was to allow 
the adults to have sex with other people's kids, not for families to 
engage in sex - they could do THAT at home.  For the same reason sex 
between the kids was also discouraged as this prevented them from being 
available to the adults.  Sex between adults was discouraged as well.  If 
people wanted to swing then they were encouraged to do that on their own.  
The whole point of the party was to allow adults to indulge in their 
fantasies.  For those who wanted anything else there were plenty of other 
opportunities besides this.

It all sounded a little "out there" for me at first but from the way my 
dad's dick was swelling inside of me was proof enough that he was telling 
the truth.  Indeed, relating to me how he had fucked several young girls, 
all under fourteen, at the last party was helping him recover like he was 
sixteen himself!  Not that I was complaining as it had been a long time 
since he had cum inside of  me twice in the space of less than thirty 
minutes!  Then again, I guess people probably said the same to themselves 
when I told them about the sex parties Beth and I attended so who's to 
say what really goes on behind closed doors?  My dad had no reason to lie 
or even stretch the truth so I had to believe him, regardless of how 
incredible it sounded.

Later after we had finished we were watching TV with my aunt when my dad 
mentioned to her that he had told me about the parties.  She had this odd 
smile to her face and then she looked at me and looked back at him, 
making me wonder what was going on.  

"OK, OK, I'll ask her!" my dad finally chuckled under the force of her 
stare.  

With that he just came right out and asked me if I wanted to attend the 
next party with them as his daughter.  Of course I was a bit old - almost 
the age of some of the younger mothers, but he didn't think that would be 
a problem.  My aunt, naked as always when they were alone in the house, 
sat down next to me and lifted up my nightshirt, reaching her hand 
between my legs so she could start fondling me.  It was a blatant effort 
to persuade me and when her fingers reached into my still wet pussy I had 
to admit she was doing a good job of it!

"C'mon sweetie, you'll have a good time, just ask Kristi," she said 
soothingly as she worked my clit under her expert touch.

It had been a while since me and my aunt had done anything like this and 
my dad was eyeing us closely.  Typical man, always hoping for a little 
girl-on-girl action!  Under different circumstance I might have been 
tempted to just lay back and let he do me for his enjoyment but there was 
a serious question on the table that couldn't be ignored.

"Dad... you know how I feel about that," I somehow managed to blurt out 
as my aunt shoved a finger deep into my pussy while using her thumb to 
rub my swollen clit.  She quickly pulled it out and put it in her mouth, 
licking it clean.

"Mmmmmmm, nothing like a little of your daddy's sperm mixed in to give it 
flavor," she giggled, looking over at my dad who was now stroking himself 
before pushing it back in me between my open thighs.

It really wasn't fair but what could I say?  My pussy was still feeling 
good after being fucked by my dad and now my aunt was stimulating it all 
the more, reaching down with her head to suckle on my nipple as they 
waited for me to respond.  A chill ran down my spine as her lips pulled 
on my hardened nipple, he tongue teasing the tip as she did.

"Oh alright... I'll go," I gasped but then I grinned at my dad and added, 
"But you have to fuck me again... now!"

Now who wasn't being fair but I knew he wasn't about to complain.  He was 
erect again anyway, his hard dick being caressed by his own hand.  God I 
wanted him back in me again so badly!  As he approached me, naked with 
his hard dick pointing at me like a spear, I opened my legs even further 
as my aunt reached out to guide him into me.

"Fuck me daddy... fuck me again," I whispered hoarsely to him.  Of course 
I wanted him to do just that but I also knew it turned him on 
tremendously for me to say it out loud to him.

"Yes daddy..., just like that!" I gasped as my aunt directed his stiff 
dick back into the welcoming warmth of my pussy.  I looked down and 
watched as inch by inch his shaft disappeared inside of me, feeling him 
filling me with his fullness.

"Fuck her John... fuck her good," my aunt encouraged him, as if he needed 
any further encouragement.  

Aunt Linda kept her hand in my crotch, playing with my clit as my father 
established his rhythm, stroking himself in and out of me at a slow but 
steady pace.  Once again my aunt's lips locked onto my nipple, pulling on 
it a little harder now as she teased it all the more with her tongue.

My dad grabbed my ankles and pulled my legs up to his shoulders such that 
my butt was elevated off the couch a few inches while his dick fucked me 
slow and steady.  I reached under me, grabbing my ass in my hands as I 
helped lift myself up to meet his dick as it fucked me the way only my 
father could.  It's not that it was physically any different from any 
other dick in me, it was all about WHO was fucking me and WHY.  Oh my 
god, my own father was buried inside of me, fucking his daughter for the 
third time in just the pace of a couple of hours.  Mmmmmmm, this was 
something that hadn't happened in quite a while and I was taking full 
advantage of it!

Given it WAS the third time, it took a while for him to cum this time and 
when he did, there wasn't nearly as much cum as before but hey, what can 
you expect from a man approaching his fifties?  The mere fact he was 
fucking me at all was a bonus so far as I was concerned.

"Let me have a taste," Aunt Linda asked after he had cum in me. 

My dad pulled out and her mouth quickly clamped over his rapidly 
dwindling cock, cleaning off the mix of sperm and my own pussy juices.  
Then she moved back up and kissed me, letting me taste it for myself on 
her lips and tongue.  Mmmmmmm, it was almost intoxicating!

"Trust me Kelly, you're going to be so glad when you go," she said softly 
on my ear as my dad flopped back in chair, totally spent for the evening.  
"You won't believe how hot it is to have a twelve year-old dick in you 
for the first time!"

As horny as I was feeling at the time, I was still more than a little 
unsure about THAT but I was at least willing to at least give it a try.  
I knew my dad would be watching and I hoped him seeing me being fucked 
that way would make him even happier than just doing a girl for himself.  

My aunt wasn't taking any chance it seemed and seemed intent to make sure 
I didn't have time to rethink things as she was kneeling on the floor 
with her head buried between my legs before I realized what was 
happening.  She didn't quite until I'd cum twice more after which I was 
totally spent and exhausted.  Damn, she was almost as good as my mom when 
it came to eating pussy and trust me, that's about as big as a compliment 
as I can make!

Kristi was home when I finally got back and obviously was in on what had 
happened.  She was quite flagrant in her remarks as to how it would be 
when I went to my first party.  

"God Kelly, you're in for a treat, trust me," she said with a wicked sly 
smile on her face.  "There's nothing like a hard young cock you know."

Well, I most certainly did NOT know for myself so I would have to take 
her word for now.  Now that I'd settled down I was starting to have 
second thoughts about what I'd signed up for.  There are some things in 
life you should never do and one of them was to make major, life-altering 
decision in the heat of lust and passion.  Going to one of these parties 
was a pretty major decision as it was something that could never be 
undone once I did it.  Had anyone other than my dad asked me I never 
would have one along with it.  Indeed, how many times had I automatically 
refused similar offers from my aunt and cousin without a second thought 
or regret?

Sometimes being a daddy's girl meant I had to do things I might otherwise 
never do and this was one of those times.  I had always trusted my father 
and he had never betrayed that trust so in this case I just had to allow 
my instincts to guide me.  As I said before, I've regretted doing 
anything sexually so why should this be any different?  No doubt if I 
refused then I WOULD regret THAT so the best course of action was to 
follow my instincts and submit to my father's will, even if a the moment 
I wasn't so sure about things.  After all, isn't that what a father is 
suppose to do - make the hard decisions and guide his daughter's path?  
It was time to walk the talk!


Chapter 4 - The Party
=====================

From the time I agreed to do one of the infamous family parties and it 
actually happening was a lot longer than I'd expected.  I guess in my 
mind it was like once I agreed then the next day it would happen but that 
was not at all what happened.  Indeed, it ended up being another two 
weeks before the subject even came up again and then another week before 
the party. 

When my aunt called me to tell me to set aside the next Saturday morning 
on my calendar, I was a little surprised but then it made sense when I 
took into consideration who half the participants would be.  She told me 
not to worry about what I would wear as nudity was the standard dress 
code.  Aunt Linda ended by saying that she and my dad would pick me up at 
8:30.

While teaching the rest of the week I couldn't help but look at some of 
my students and think that it wouldn't be long and I might be having sex 
with someone their age.  Indeed, imagine if some of them just happened to 
show up!  Granted, most of them were at the low end of the age bracket 
but it WAS possible as most of the kids I taught were in the ten to 
twelve year-old age bracket.  

Frankly, the thought of sex with any of the kids in my class wasn't 
something that entered my mind until now.  Sure a few of the older ones 
couldn't help but look at me that way now and then but I did my best to 
ignore them so they wouldn't be embarrassed.  God, it would be quite 
awkward of any of them DID show up but I knew the odds were 
astronomically against it.

Saturday morning arrived and I was a bit of a basket case.  It had been a 
long time since I'd been so nervous and uptight about anything, 
especially when it had to do with sex.  You'd think with all the things 
I'd done that nothing involving sex would cause me such issues but this 
was something totally new for me.  It was one thing to deal with it on an 
intellectual level, rationalizing everything and discussing it but 
without having to actually DO anything.  Now it was time to put out or 
shut up to paraphrase an old saying.

Had anyone other than my father asked me to do this it would have been 
easy - I'd just say no and there would be no further discussion about it.  
But it WAS my father asking me and as his daughter, what right did I have 
to refuse him?  From everything I'd heard this was entirely consensual on 
everyone's part and it wasn't like he was asking me to go out and seduce 
some young boy or anything like that.  He wasn't asking me to have sex 
with an animal or do anything in public that would humiliate me or harm 
me professionally.  Heck, he wasn't asking me to do anything that I 
hadn't fantasized about many times while babysitting or working with 
youth groups although I had never ACTED on those fantasies.  However, 
unlike most anything he had ever asked me to do in the past, it WAS 
something that I would do on my own which made it somewhat unique.  This 
was perhaps the first time I'd ever put aside my personal feelings and 
beliefs because I needed to please my father.

Actually, I wouldn't say I put them aside because it THAT was the case 
then I would have really been in a tough position.  My dad has never 
asked me to do anything that was against my wishes or values.  Indeed, I 
think if he felt I was doing this just to please him and was somehow 
violating my ethics and morals to do so that he would never have asked me 
in the first place.  Perhaps he knew me even better than I knew myself, 
especially when it came time for me to determine whether or not I would 
follow my mother's lead or his.  Without the divorce this would have 
never come up but now I had a clear choice to make and yes, I had made 
the choice... so now it was time to prove it.

"Quit sweating it Kelly.  Trust me, once you get started you're going to 
love it," my cousin assured me as she passed by my room where I was 
pacing back and forth. 

Easy for Kristi to say, she'd been involved in all this for a long time.  
Had I started like her when I was a young preteen then it probably would 
be easy for me today but I hadn't.  This was something she apparently 
didn't grasp or maybe better said, didn't WANT to grasp.

"Don't you ever feel even a little bit guilty afterwards?" I asked her.

"Why?" she quickly replied with a hint of exasperation in her tone of 
voice, "Nobody is forced to do anything and believe me, YOU are the one 
who is going to be pushed by THEM so there's nothing to feel guilty about 
at all."

"I guess I mean that from the way it's been explained to me, it seems 
more like this is all more a way for the adults to have sex with other 
people's kids," I tried to explain to her.

Kristi just shrugged at that and then said, "Well so what if it is?  It's 
just a party, not a family reunion or something like that.  If the kids 
want to have sex with each other at home, I'm sure nobody stops them."

"So it never bothered you when you were younger for your mom to basically 
give you to the fathers for their pleasure?"

Kristi laughed at that one and I guess in retrospect it WAS a little 
funny for me to ask.  "I had a great time and I loved the way they all 
wanted me.  I think it's a great ego booster for girls at an age where 
they are worried about their appearance and sexuality.  Nothing like a 
bunch of fathers all wanting to fuck you to build your self-confidence."

Then it hit me and before I gave it more thought I blurted out, "So do 
you think this might be why you became a whore?"

She paused at that one and for a moment I worried maybe I had struck a 
nerve but then her eyes brightened and she smiled.  

"It MAY have had a little influence I guess but I don't think it was why 
I decided to do it.  Face it, college wasn't for me Kelly and it was a 
GREAT way to make a LOT of money."

Well, she had a point there.  As a whore Kristi use to bring home more 
money in one night sometimes than I made in a month in my low-paying 
teacher position.  What made it sort of ironic was often times she got 
paid more for PRETENDING to be a teacher than I did for actually being 
one.

"Just go and have fun and quit worrying that you're contributing to the 
delinquency of a minor or anything silly like that," she said as she 
started to leave my room.  "Believe me when I say whether you go or not, 
nothing is going to be different in the end for them so why not 
participate and enjoy yourself?"

With that she left me to my own thoughts once again.  Fortunately it was 
almost time for me to be picked up and sure enough, by the time I got 
downstairs I looked out the front door and saw my dad's SUV pull up with 
my aunt riding shotgun.  I put on my coat and called up to Kristi's room 
to say I was leaving.  There was no response but that didn't surprise me.  
I had a good idea of what she would be doing for the rest of them morning 
now that she was up and about.

It was only a few moments later and I was in the back seat with my dad 
pulling away from the curb.  My aunt turned around in her seat to greet 
me good morning and for the next thirty minutes or so we just talked 
about the weather, work and anything else that came to mind but nothing 
about the upcoming party.  The traffic was heavy, even on a Saturday 
morning but that was normal for the area and my dad seemed more focused 
on not hitting the guy in front of us than engaging in light 
conversation.

As we drove on, I realized that I had no clue as to where we were going - 
a small detail I'd neglected to ask!  All I knew was that we were heading 
south, away from the city which sort of surprised me.  I don't know why, 
but somehow I'd expected it to be in one of the affluent neighborhoods on 
the North or South side, not out in what was increasingly becoming the 
middle of nowhere.  

We turned down a small road with a sign advertising a retreat center 
that's I'd never heard of before.  It didn't say what sort of retreat 
center so I assumed it was not a church-sponsored one but what type other 
than that I had no idea.  Soon my dad turned in front of another sign for 
the center leading down a small narrow road into the woods which then 
opened up into a gravel parking bounded on three sides by various log-
cabin style buildings.  The largest was at the far end and was where all 
the cars were parked so I assumed that it must be our destination.

"Well, we're here," my dad announced, finally looking back at me for the 
first time.  He smiled at me but there was a look of concern in his eyes 
when he asked, "You sure that you're OK with this baby?"

"You know I'll do anything for you daddy," I said, trying to sound 
positive.  I knew he loved it when I called him "daddy" in sexual 
situations more so than just "dad".  Yeah it sounds corny when I write it 
but at the time it felt appropriate.

"Now stop right there," he said, putting up his hand like a policeman in 
traffic, "You know that I don't want you to ever do anything you don't 
want to do no matter what you may THINK I want.  Trust me, I would never 
WANT you to do anything you didn't want to do."

A little late for THAT I thought but I just shook my head and smiled even 
more.  "I didn't mean it that way daddy, I know... I love you."

"Well can we get going?" my aunt chimed in, "Looks like we're the last to 
arrive... as usual," she said looking pointedly at my dad who was 
notorious for being late to most everything.

I did a quick look and guessed that there were maybe a dozen cars or so.  
Assuming they were all here for the same reason, that meant a reasonable 
size crowd.  Not TOO small that it was overly intimate but not so big 
that it was impersonal.  It was sort of the same way I felt about my 
friend Beth's sex parties.  Up to about twenty people and you felt you 
got to know everyone without it being overly one-on-one with the same 
person all night.

The air was still pretty cold this early in the morning so we hurried 
inside to the main entrance where to large doors seemed to be the main 
entry.  They opened to a small gathering area with racks for our coats.  
A couple was seated behind a table with what looked to be some sort of 
list.  On each side of them was a son and daughter, the son next to the 
mom and the daughter next to the father.  The boy looked to be older than 
the girl but I would have guessed that neither of them were in high 
school yet.  They were all dressed quite conservatively and had I not 
known the intent of this morning's gathering you would have thought they 
were welcoming us to a church retreat.  Then again, if THAT had been the 
scenario then normally you would have found the boy next to the father 
and the girl next to mother.

"Hey, it's John and Linda!" the mother greeted us.

The dad had the list and I saw him checking some names off.  I couldn't 
read the list from where I stood but I could see that everyone else had a 
check mark by their name so my aunt had been correct in that we must be 
the last to arrive.

My dad and aunt shook hands with the couple while the kids sat quietly.  
I noticed the boy was eying my aunt and smiling - as did my aunt.

"There's my Johnny," my aunt said to him, smiling sweetly at him.  Again, 
they may have been saying hello at any event.  That is, until she said, 
"So is my favorite young man going to screw me today?"

The boy just grinned shyly but his eyes didn't stray from my aunt's chest 
for a moment.

"So this is your daughter, eh John?" the man asked.

My dad introduced me and I shook hands with them.  As I held the mother's 
hand she squeezed it and said softly to me, "I'm Sharon.  My husband is 
Ron and these are our kids Noah and Angel.  We're so glad to finally have 
you join us Kelly.  We've heard so much about you over the years.  Your 
father is really quite proud of you."

"Yeah... he claims you're a great fuck," her husband chimed in with a 
chuckle.

His wife elbowed him playfully and turned back to me, "Just ignore the 
dirty old man next to me Kelly.  You know how they get to be at this 
age."

"Everyone should be in the main hall down at the end," she then said to 
us all.  You can strip in the first room to the right.  Don't worry, we 
got the heat turned on this morning!"

With that the three of us went through another set of doors into a 
hallway.  There were four doors, two on each side and then another set of 
double doors at the end which must have led to the gathering area.  My 
dad held open the first door as instructed for me and my aunt to enter.  
When I turned around I saw our hosts had also entered in behind us.

"Everyone's here now so I hope you don't mind if we strip down with you," 
Sharon explained.  Like THAT was a big deal considering what was probably 
going to be happening not much later.

There were some clothes racks set up with hangars and small boxes under 
them for underwear and such.  Most of the were already full but I found 
some empty places on one and started undressing with everyone else.  The 
kids were the first to get naked, obviously anxious to get things going 
after having been cooped up at the front table all morning so far.  I 
couldn't help but look at Noah, especially at his crotch.  Seeing his 
relatively small dick and lightly haired crotch, I wondered if that was 
one of the dicks that I would have in me before the morning was over.  At 
the moment though, I knew whose pussy he wanted the most - my Aunt 
Linda's.

"Can I fuck you first today Linda?" he asked, stepping over to where my 
aunt was hanging up her blouse.

My aunt got this mischievous look in her eyes and she glanced over at my 
father who was eying young Angel.  She was just starting to bud out, her 
chest more enlarged nipples than boobs.  She had a very light covering of 
pubic hair that was start starting to grow in and her figure was just 
starting that transition from a blocky young girl into the curves of a 
young teenage girl.  His dick was already starting to respond.

"I tell you what Noah," my aunt bargained, "I'll let you fuck me first if 
your sister lets John fuck her first... deal?"

Angel just giggled but she didn't seem embarrassed one bit.  Quite the 
contrary, she looked at her dad instead and made her own deal.

"Well, I'll let him fuck me if Kelly lets my dad fuck HER first."

Damn, we hadn't even joined into the party yet and already everyone was 
talking about sex and who was going to do who.  Unfortunately for Sharon, 
I didn't have a brother or I knew where the next deal would have been 
struck.  Oh well, I was pretty sure she would find something to keep her 
occupied before long.  Still, the ball was now in my court so it seemed 
appropriate for me to strike up some sort of deal in response.

"So Ron... do you want to fuck me first?" I asked.

Actually I wasn't 100% sure what he would say.  I suddenly felt very 
self-conscious of the fact that I was more than twice his daughter's age 
and no doubt if he was anything like my father, he was there hoping to 
fuck another girl HER age, not mine.  Well, really what could he say in 
the midst of all the bargaining.  It wasn't like he was making a 
permanent decision for the morning.

Ron just nodded, grinning at my father who already had his arms around 
Angel, one hand over one of her tiny breasts, the other on her smooth 
bare belly.

"Well, then why not just fuck me now and let's get things started?" I 
proposed, turning around and leaning over with my legs spread apart to 
reveal my pussy to him.

"We really should join the others first Kelly," my aunt chided me gently.

"Well I want to be fucked NOW," I countered abruptly.  "So get over here 
and fuck me Ron!"

Ron looked at Sharon who just shrugged and leaned back against the wall 
as she didn't have a partner.  Well, she at least had her hand which I 
noticed was already between her legs as she saw the six of us go to work.  
There weren't any chairs or even a table to sit on so I just held onto 
the end pole of one of the clothes racks to keep my balance as Ron 
stroked his dick with one hand while he pushed his middle finger of the 
other hand up into me already warm and wet pussy.  The room was carpeted 
so my dad just sat down and then laid back while Angel expertly took him 
in her mouth to coax him to a full erection before mounting him.  From 
the way she easily took him all the way in, it was obvious this was not 
her first rodeo!  Meanwhile, my aunt laid back next to my dad while Noah 
climbed aboard and quickly entered her missionary style and began fucking 
her.

"Here, let me help," I heard Sharon say.  

I'd been watching the scene on the floor and hadn't noticed her moving up 
beside her husband, pushing his hand away and grasping his now hardened 
dick with her hand.  Holding his shaft with the one hand, she used the 
fingers of the other to part my pussy lips and guide her husband's 
swollen dick into me.

"Oh yeah, now THAT feels better," I gasped as his erection filled my 
pussy. 

He immediately started thrusting himself in and out of me, not too 
quickly but not exactly at a leisurely pace either.  It was more like a 
marathon runner's pace compared to a walker or a sprinter.

"Damn John, she's tighter than I would have guessed," Ron called over to 
my dad where Ron's daughter was bouncing on my dad's dick like a little 
pogo stick.  

Then Ron turned his attention to me and asked, "So how many guys have you 
really had sex with Kelly?"

At first I was about to lie and tell me a dozen or so but then I didn't 
know what my dad had told him before so I figured best to stick with the 
truth.  When I told him he just thrust into me all the harder the next 
time.  "Damn Kelly... how do you stay so tight?"

I just ignored him and concentrated on the feel of his cock in me while I 
watched the kids and my aunt and dad fucking.  It was the first time I'd 
seen my dad fuck a girl this young before.  Yes, he had done the one girl 
at his house that time when I just watched, but she was at least twelve 
or thirteen whereas I was guessing Angel to be maybe eleven at most.  It 
was the same with my aunt and Noah.  He couldn't be a day over thirteen, 
probably younger.  Yet as young as they both were, they were fucking like 
they were several years older.

"OK, OK, that's enough you guys," Sharon called out to all of us, "We 
really do need to join the others now.  Let's go, there's plenty of 
others waiting for  their turn you know."

I wasn't sure who was more disappointed - the kids or my dad and aunt, 
but the kids dutifully listened to their mother and broke apart from 
their partner.  My dad and aunt got to their feet, albeit wobbling just a 
little.

"You've got the smallest dick in here," Angel teased her brother, 
reaching out for it and tugging on it playfully.

"Well you don't seem to care when it's in you," he responded, pushing her 
hand away from his stiff dick.  He was so hard it barely even moved as he 
walked towards his mother.  "Besides, you've got the smallest tits," he 
teased back.

"Daddy says they're perfect," she pouted, "And John likes them too."

"If you two don't behave I'll make you sit in the corner and just watch," 
Sharon threatened her quarreling children.  THAT was enough to shut them 
up and we all made our way to the main hall.

Well, so far so good.  It was interesting that all week I'd been 
concerned about being fucked by some young boy like Noah and now as it 
turned out I'd gotten my first dick from a man old almost enough to be my 
dad!  I guess I'd forgotten that I was technically a daughter so it would 
be expected that I fuck the fathers, not the boys.  This was definitely 
different from what I'd been planning on all week, that was for sure!

"Aunt Linda... who am I suppose to fuck, the dads or the sons?" I 
whispered to my aunt as we neared the hall entrance.  

My aunt just shrugged her shoulders but evidently Sharon must have 
overheard me.

"That's an interesting question Kelly," Sharon said moving in closer to 
us. We were at the door now and while the others entered the three of us 
remained behind for a moment.  "To be perfectly honest, we've never had a 
daughter your age here before.  Usually most girls stop coming after they 
turn sixteen, and almost all by the time they reach eighteen.  Your 
cousin is a notable exception but she looks a few years younger than her 
age.  But then even she has gone to mostly personal liaisons rather than 
the parties now.  What do you think Linda?"

"Well, I think it's up to Kelly in the end but if we're going to follow 
protocol then she should just do the dads.  Still, I think that's a bit 
unfair at her age, don't you agree Sharon?"

"I say we just see who wants to have sex with her and let it go at that," 
she compromised.  "If the boys want her, then I don't see anything wrong 
with that.  It's not like she's twelve."

It seemed agreed so Sharon opened the door for us and we walked in.  What 
I saw was a large open room.  There were large windows on the back wall 
but as isolated as the place was I didn't think there were any privacy 
issues - and evidently everyone else agreed as there was no effort made 
to cover them.  It looked to be a multipurpose room with basketball hoops 
suspended from the ceiling - pulled up and out of the way when not in 
used.  The room was carpeted with a grey indoor-outdoor carpeting that 
muffled sound but was still hard enough to bounce a basketball on.  A few 
tables were set up around the edges with chairs.  The center of the room 
was covered with red gymnastic-type floor mats and that was where most of 
the activity was now centered.

At the moment everyone was on the mats and it seemed each person was 
involved in one way or another sexually.  As I'd been told to expect, the 
girls were all with fathers and the boys with mothers.  The numbers 
didn't work out perfectly so in some cases there were threesomes but even 
then it was always boys and moms or girls and dad.  My dad was already 
getting his cock sucked by a girl who looked to be a little older, maybe 
fifteen or sixteen.  She was definitely on the older end of the scale as 
most of the other girls I would have guessed to be in their early teens.  
Angel was probably the youngest, or at least one of the youngest.  As for 
the boys, I would have guessed on average they were a few years older.  
Noah, like his sister was with the girls, was probably one of the 
youngest of the boys.  Some of the boys looked to be maybe even seventeen 
or eighteen - taller than most of the mothers with large cocks and filled 
out crotches.

This was more of an orgy than even the sex parties I'd been too!  All of 
those took place at someone's home so the activities were spread out in 
the various rooms.  Here everyone was right next to each other and it 
seemed like the partners were constantly swapping.

"Just go on and I'm sure someone will ask you to have sex with them," my 
aunt encouraged me, hanging back to help me while Sharon moved in quickly 
to claim some hot young boy looking for a fresh partner.  I couldn't help 
but feel a little out of place.  I was twice the age of most of the girls 
yet younger than all the moms.  It would be a distinctly embarrassing 
moment of nobody asked me for sex and for a moment I was about ready to 
bail.

"Oh come on, let's go!" my aunt exhorted me, grabbing me by the hand and 
literally pulling me into the fray.  She was immediately greeted by a 
couple of boys who obviously were well acquainted with her and she blew 
me a kiss as they playfully fought over who would get to fuck her first.

"Sit on my dick."

At first I didn't realize someone was talking to me so I didn't respond 
but then I felt a poke on the shoulder and a nudge in my butt.  I turned 
and saw a boy about my height looking me in the eye.  Glancing down, it 
was apparent what I'd felt against my butt.  

"I SAID, sit on my dick," he repeated himself, a little more firmly this 
time.

It was like he felt I owed it to him and for a moment I felt a little 
flush come to my face but it wasn't from any embarrassment.  Crap, he 
could at least ASK!  Then again, I'd gotten the idea that while this 
event may have been staged by the parents, the kids ruled!

"Well, sit down so I can," I retorted, slapping his erect cock with the 
palm of my hand playfully.  

He sat on the matt, resting his head on the chest of some woman who was 
being fucked by someone else's son.  She didn't seem to mind!  He didn't 
seem the least bit interested in foreplay so I straddled his hips and 
squatted down until his dick was pressing against my well-lubed pussy.  I 
rotated my hips, letting my pussy rub against the tip of his dick but not 
quit pushing down enough to press it into me.

The boy suddenly lifted up his hips which pushed him into me.  To be 
fair, I wanted it in me as much as he did by that time so when his hips 
dropped back down again, I was still sitting on his cock.

"Nice pussy," he complimented me, finally saying something nice to me.

I lowered myself down until my full weight was on his crotch and then 
ground my pussy down against his pubic bone.  Reaching down, I started to 
play with my clit as I rotated around on his stiff shaft.  It was an 
adult-sized cock and felt pretty damn good!

I was only on him for about five minutes before he tried to sit up.

"Not bad... thanks for the fuck," he said abruptly.

It was like he was some sort of sexual buffet where he was just trying to 
sample all the available dishes - or should I say pussies in this case.  
I wondered if he even knew that I wasn't a mom?  Well, I wasn't going to 
tell him.  I stood up, letting his cock flop out of me and then he just 
turned away without another word and left to look for a new mom to fuck.

For the next hour or so the only ones who wanted to fuck me were the 
fathers.  It seemed that there were fewer boys than any other age group 
so they pretty much had their pick of the moms, with some of the moms 
having to get together with just one boy if they didn't want to just wait 
their turn.  As such I doubt I would have made many friends, at least in 
the mother ranks, had I taken the attention of one of the sons away from 
them.

I also have to say, it was an unusual experience for me in terms of my 
own ego.  Face it, here I was naked as the day I was born, all but waving 
a sign saying "Fuck Me", horny as hell from watching some of the most 
erotic sex acts I'd ever seen, and it was like I almost had to beg to be 
fucked.

Speaking of begging to be fucked, that was something else I quickly 
noticed.  This was truly a SEX party in that 99% of the action was 
fucking rather than oral.  Sure, some of the boys were licking the moms 
and a dad here or there wanted a taste of young pussy, but it was more 
like something they just wanted to say they'd done and then it was 
straight to intercourse.  For someone like me, who LOVES to suck dick, it 
was a little disappointing.  Not that I mind being fucked mind you!  
Still, it would have been nice to have had a little more cock in my mouth 
at times.

So far with the fathers, none of them bothered with me sucking their 
dicks, they just seemed to be in a rush to fuck me for a while and then 
move on to a younger girl.  To my irritation at times, THEN they wanted 
their dicks sucked.  I guess it was more a turn-on for them to have a 
thirteen year-old girl suck their dick than a 25 year-old.

Just when I was about to concede to the reality that all my concerns 
about sex with young boys had been for naught, I felt a hand on my ass 
and turned to see who it was.  I actually had to look down for the first 
time this morning to see who it was as he only came up to my nipples.  
God he was cute!  He had a Justin Beiber style haircut, thin without 
being skinny, dark skin and brown eyes like he had an eastern-European 
genealogy.  But what caught my eye was his smile.  God, he could have 
charmed the spots off a zebra!

"Can I fuck you?"

It was music to my ears.  First, it was the first time anyone had 
bothered ASKING me if they could have sex with me and then to hear it 
asked in such a cute little voice was simply the most erotic thing I'd 
experienced all morning.  

"Sure, my name's Kelly, what's yours?"

"Nathan," he answered.

"And how old are you Nathan?"

He hesitate for a moment and I wondered if I was somehow breaching 
protocol asking such a question but then he replied, "I'm twelve... and a 
half," he said shyly.  Actually he looked younger than that and had his 
mother told me I might have suspected that she was embellishing his age a 
bit but he seemed so open and honest that I had to believe him.

"Do you fuck your mommy Nathan?"

He just nodded and I so I asked, "A lot?" His cheeks reddened a little 
with that one but his smile got broader as he nodded more vigorously.

"Who else do you fuck at home?"

"My sisters and my aunt," he said matter-of-factly, as if I had asked who 
had come over for dinner last week.

"That's sweet Nathan.  And hold are your sisters?"

"Cheri is fourteen and Cali is nine.  Cheri's over there," he pointed 
over to where a cute teenager was being held up with a father's dick 
impaled in her as she wrapped her arms around his neck and legs around 
his waist.  "Mom says Cali can't come yet until she's ten."

"That's too bad, I'm sure she can't wait.  Does your dad fuck her at 
home?"

He just nodded again this time and I realized he wasn't going to be 
volunteering up a lot of information so I figured I'd better move things 
along before someone said something.  Conversations were not exactly in 
vogue!

"So how do you want to fuck me Nathan," I asked him, trying to be as 
supporting and gentle but it soon became clear this was not your typical 
12 year-old, at least not when it came to sex.

"Well, I want to fuck your cunt doggie style and then you can ride my 
cock cowgirl but I want to cum in your mouth."

It was almost surreal to hear such words from such a cute and innocent 
young boy.  Heck, most boys his age were worried about their favorite 
cartoon character and MAYBE just beginning to notice girls.  Nathan, on 
the other hand, was already fucking at least two girls and two older 
women at home and who knows how many at parties such as this.  Heck, he'd 
probably already had sex with more girls before his thirteenth birthday 
than most boys would have in their lifetime!  He certainly knew what he 
liked, that was for sure.

"Well Nathan, as good as that all sounds, wouldn't you like me to suck 
your dick first?"

For the first time his self-assurance seemed to break down just a little.  
He actually seemed surprised that I even asked him.

"Ummmmm, sure... I guess, if you really want to," he said hesitantly.

As I kneeled down in front of him, I kept my eyes locked on his as I 
asked, "Don't your mom and sisters suck your dick Nathan?"

"My mom mostly... not my sisters.  Cheri won't let me cum in her mouth 
either."

For a brief moment I thought that this might have made an interesting 
subject for a paper in one of my old psychology classes but by then my 
head was down closer to his crotch where I had an up close and personal 
view of his little dick - and it WAS little.  He was starting to grow a 
little pubic hair but it was think and fuzzy.  His cock couldn't have 
been four inches long - by far the smallest I'd ever sucked.  As I took 
him in my mouth it felt odd, like I was sucking on a finger more than a 
dick.  Still, he responded the same as any dick, quickly growing in my 
mouth as I suckled on it.

"Do you like that?" I asked, looking up into his eyes as I licked the tip 
of his dick.

"Yeah but I want to fuck you now, ok?"

He was fully erect, all maybe five inches of him now and no thicker than 
a thumb but hard as a tree branch.  Obviously he had one thing on his 
mind - getting his dick into my pussy.  Well, I wasn't about to prolong 
it any further.  I would have liked to suck on it longer but he had other 
desires.

Turning around, I leaned forward on my elbows and lifted my ass up to him 
with my legs apart slightly.  Reaching under and behind me, I used my 
fingers to spread my wet pussy lips apart for him.  Looking over my 
shoulder, I grinned at him and said, "Do you like my pussy Nathan?"

As was becoming the usual response, he just nodded and moved in behind 
me.  As short as he was he just had to bend his knees a little to get his 
cock at the level of my pussy and he easily slipped inside of me.  It 
felt like my dad putting his finger into me and then it struck me, my god 
I was being fucked by a pre-teenage boy!  Suddenly my lowest age limit 
had dropped from sixteen to twelve with one push of his dick into me.

As Nathan fucked me from behind, I looked ahead of me and watched as the 
continuous sex party went on around me.  I finally saw my father fucking 
a young girl, looking like he was having the time of his life.  Nearby 
was my aunt, getting it missionary style from a teenage boy that was 
humping her fast and hard.  She had her legs wrapped around him and 
looked to be in the middle of an orgasm so obviously she was having a 
good time!

Nathan pulled out of suddenly and I took it as a cue for me to get up as 
he laid on his back and put his arms to his side, his wet erect dick 
sticking up like a tent pole.  He looked at me expectantly and I 
dutifully kneeled down, straddling his thin waist easily as I lowered 
myself down onto his stiff little cock and felt it enter me yet again.  I 
leaned forward so my boobs hung over his face and he opened his mouth to 
suck on my nipples while his hand reached up to squeeze my boobs.

"Having fun Nathan?"

I looked up to see a dark-skinned lady with long black hair and an 
incredibly hairy pussy standing in front of me.

"Hi, I'm Nathan's mom," she greeted me, smiling at me.  "Don't mind me, 
just checking to see that he's behaving himself."

"Mom!" Nathan whined, obviously unhappy that his mom was checking up on 
him.

"I'm Kelly," I replied, looking up but keeping my boobs down for Nathan 
to suck while I rocked my hips up and down on his dick.  "Trust me, 
Nathan's been a perfect gentleman."

She laughed at that.  "Well, not TOO much of a gentlemen from what I 
see."

"Mom!" he whined again.  Then I felt him stiffen under me and I knew what 
was about to happen.

"Excuse me but I think your son needs to cum," I said to his mother.

I quickly dismounted and kneeled to the side of him, pulling my hair back 
so he could watch himself cum in my mouth as I sucked on his dick.  His 
mom stayed to watch as I felt him begin to surge in my mouth so I opened 
it so they could both see him cumming into my mouth.

"That's my big boy!" she encouraged him.  "How many times is that so 
far?"

Nathan didn't answer but instead help up his hand with three fingers 
extended.  I took that to mean he'd cum three times now which didn't 
surprise me at his age.  No doubt he'd be cumming even more before the 
morning was over.

"Now if only his father could do that!" his mother said with a laugh and 
then turned away in search of someone else.

I swallowed down his cum which was oddly almost tasteless.  He'd gotten 
it all in my mouth so there was no cleanup required.  It was my first 
load of cum, at least so far, as the older guys all seemed to want to 
stop before they came, no doubt so they could keep fucking as long as 
possible.  I was pretty sure the boys didn't have THAT problem!  

"Thanks!" Nathan said as he got up and left.  It wasn't much but at least 
he had been polite enough to say thank-you, another first for me this 
morning.

"So was that your first boy?"

I looked behind me and there was my aunt.  Evidently she was done with 
her earlier boy-toy and must have seen me taking Nathan's load in my 
mouth.  I just nodded and grinned at her.

"Yeah, that Nathan is such a cutie, isn't he?  All the mothers just love 
him.  You must have made an impression on him for him to cum in your 
mouth.  He usually doesn't do that."

"So I take it he's fucked you before?"

My aunt laughed at that one.  "Oh yeah, a few times.  He's fucked every 
woman here no doubt at least twice.  He's quite in demand you know.  His 
sister is also one of your father's favorites although from what I hear, 
his younger sister is going to be quite the catch when they start 
bringing her." 

Just then we were interrupted by what was becoming a familiar phrase.

"I want to fuck you."

We both looked to see who it was and there beside us was another little 
cutie.  He looked to be maybe a little older than Nathan had been but he 
had a similar hair style but was bleach blonde with a pale complexion to 
match.

"Oh hi Andy," my aunt greeted him, "Andy, this is my niece Kelly.  Kelly, 
this is Andy... one of my favorite boys." I wondered if Andy had any idea 
that my aunt probably said that about EVERY boy here but if he did, he 
didn't show it.

"So how do you want to fuck me Andy?" my aunt asked.

"I want to fuck HER!" he said pointing his finger at me.

My aunt had such a look of surprise on her face that it was all I could 
do not to burst out laughing.  She quickly regained her composure and 
flipped her hair back saying, "Oh sure, fuck the new girl, I get it." 
With that she winked at me but I knew she was a little put out.  I 
doubted there were many times when someone else was chosen over her!  In 
the meantime, I now had a new boy to fuck me.

Unlike Nathan, Andy wasn't even the slightest bit interested in 
conversation.  I tried to ask him his age or anything about his home but 
he just shrugged every time I asked him anything and was obviously 
becoming impatient with me so I finally relented and asked him how we he 
wanted to fuck me.

"I want to be on top," was all he said.

Well, that was fine with me so I laid back on my back and put my knees up 
some feet were flat on the mat.  I had my legs spread as far apart as was 
comfortable and Andy didn't waste any time getting in between them.  He 
was already hard and with the precision of a man many more years 
experienced than you would expect him to be, he had his dick in me and 
was pumping away hard and fast from the start.

Andy's dick was just a little bit larger than Nathan's but not so much 
that made all that much difference in how it filled me.  Still, ANY dick 
in my pussy is a positive situation, even if it didn't give me that full 
feeling I get when a grown man enters me.  Reaching down I fondled my 
clit with my fingers as he drilled me with his hard little dick.

Andy was too busy fucking me to notice but my eyes widened as I looked 
over his shoulder and saw my dad standing there.  Well, it wasn't JUST my 
dad standing there.  He had little Angel once again, only this time she 
was impaled on his cock like a corn dog on a stick as he had his hands 
under her little butt and held her up in the air as he fucked her.  She 
waved at me and grinned, obviously enjoying her "ride".  I didn't want 
Andy to think I wasn't paying attention to him so I didn't do anything 
back but my eyes met with my father's for a moment and I knew he was 
proud of me.  With that he walked away, little Angel bouncing on his cock 
like some innocent girl getting a horsey ride from her doting uncle.  
Only most uncle's aren't fucking their niece's pussy in the process!

Whether it was Andy's dick in me, the sight of my dad fucking little 
Angel, my dad watching me being fucked by a cute young boy, or just a 
combination of everything together, whatever it was I could feel my 
orgasm taking off and I groaned as my pussy gripped poor Andy's dick like 
a vise.

"Oh Andy... I'm cumming so hard!" I moaned as my hips rose up to meet his 
thrusts in me.

I closed my eyes and shut out everything but the feel of this young boy's 
cock in me as my pussy exploded and my entire body felt like it was on 
fire yet at the time covered with goose bumps like I was freezing.  Even 
my hair felt like it was on fire!  God, I felt SOOOOO damn good!!!

"Cum in me Andy... I want you to cum inside of me now," I begged him.

I could only hope that he was close and I felt him respond by moving 
faster and faster, ramming his little dick into me as hard and fast as he 
could.  I opened my eyes to see his eyes shut tightly as he gritted his 
teeth and seemed to be willing himself to cum.  Then he let out a gasp as 
if he hadn't breathed in the last the last minute and I felt him thrust 
deep into me and hold himself as hi started to pump his sperm into me.

"That's it Andy, give it to me... give me your sperm," I gasped, wrapping 
my legs around him and pulling him into me.

Soon he was spent and he fell forward onto me, his head laying against my 
boobs.  I put my arms around him and held him tight, like a mother 
holding her son.  I couldn't help but wonder if someday I would have a 
son of my own and that maybe someday he would be in just this position, 
laying on top of me after cumming inside of me, his face against his 
mother's breasts with his dick still deep inside of me.

We laid that way for a few minutes before he perked up and pulled out of 
me.  He just waved goodbye and was off, evidently already thinking about 
the next pussy he wanted to fuck.

In all we stayed there until just after noon.  People started drifting 
off and I would say we were in the middle of the pack when it came to 
departure.  On the way out Sharon stopped by me and gave me a hug.  I 
couldn't help but feel her bare breasts push against mine as she did.  

"Hey, I hope you had a good time Kelly and come back again sometime 
soon," she said.

I assured her that I'd had a great time but didn't say anything one way 
or another about a repeat performance.  As we were dressing, in walked 
Nathan with his mother, sister and father.  I saw my dad eyeing his 
sister and now that I saw her closer I could see why he was so attracted 
to her.  God she was beautiful!  Her breasts were perfect and she had a 
figure any girl would die for.  She was just fourteen - and looked it, 
but she was a perfect fourteen.  I was pulling up my jeans when his 
mother stopped by me.

"You know, Nathan really enjoyed being with you today," she started out, 
"I was talking to my husband and we were wondering if you and your dad 
might want to stop over some time for... well you know, maybe some more 
private time?"

I looked over at my dad and she laughed.  "Don't worry, everyone knows 
how your dad feels about Cali.  I'm sure he'd love a chance with Cali as 
well and that's fine with me.  I was sort of hoping you liked older women 
as well..." she tailed off, reaching out to lightly touch my breasts.

Wow, what do you say to THAT?  I looked at my dad again and finally 
replied, "Well, I guess you'd have to work out something with my dad on 
that, we'll see, ok?"

"Don't put it off too long Kelly... and if you'd rather just be with me 
I'd like that too," she finished with a naughty grin.

THAT sounded quite interesting to tell the truth.  Things might be quite 
interesting in the future.

With that we finished getting dressed and before long I was back at home, 
showering and trying to decompress after all the incredible things that 
had happened in the morning.


Chapter 5 - The Aftermath
=========================

I still feel a little funny talking about sex with kids.  For so long I 
was opposed to it that now I feel almost hypocritical saying I loved it.  
There IS something special about it, that is for sure.  It's more than 
just the sex because face it, older guys fuck me "better".  There's just 
something about a boy looking so young and innocent yet standing there in 
front of me totally naked holding the cutest HARD erection that makes the 
entire situation seem almost surreal.  I like the way they come to me and 
EXPECT to fuck me.  They don't even ask, they just KNOW they can have me 
and they seem to also know that I want them just as badly.  A couple of 
them couldn't have been barely twelve, even if that old.  They didn't 
even have hardly any pubic hair.

Still, regardless of how I FEEL in such situations, there are certain 
moral and ethical boundaries that should not be crossed.  After all, I 
TEACH boys that are as young as some of the ones at the party so how can 
I feel sexual lust for them and be a proper teacher?

As such I made a decision upon returning home that I would not go to 
another family sex party again.  When I told my dad he seemed a bit 
crestfallen but he respected my decision.  That's one thing I love about 
my father in that no matter what his desires or urges, he has always put 
my well-being ahead of them.  After I told him and returned home, I felt 
such a sense of relief rush through me, like a heavy weight had been 
taken from my shoulders.  It was then I knew for sure that I'd made the 
right decision.

If I learned anything from this, it's a better understanding of how 
people can get caught up in the world of child porn and sex.  In some 
ways I was fortunate in that I only say the good side but I am not so 
naïve as to think that the majority of such circumstances are in the best 
interest of the children.  As such I will continue to oppose sex between 
adults and children, just as I oppose incest for most situations.  Yes, I 
understand that it can work under certain circumstances, but in the 
general interest of children it can't be assumed that such control is 
always exercised or that the kids are benefiting in the way I witnessed.

Now if EVERY situation was the way I was involved, where I saw young boys 
and girls mature years ahead of their peers and truly enjoying what they 
were doing, then maybe I would feel differently.  Unfortunately that's 
not the world we live in.

Finally, I just want to say something that I have always said regarding 
incest and it applies to child sex as well.  You don't have to have sex 
with your kids to show them that you love them!

THE END