Subject: Maintaining Family Traditions
Story Codes: MF FF oral incest father mother daughter aunt niece cousin
Diary Date: July 4, 2011
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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Next to God, my family is the most important thing in my life. Part of
maintaining a healthy family life is the development and maintenance of
traditions. That may mean Christmas Eve at the same grandparent's house,
Dad carving the turkey, all sorts of things. Some are light and
frivolous, others more deep and meaningful. Some are just downright
erotic...
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 – Starting a New Tradition
Chapter 2 – Steve Gets an Introduction
Chapter 3 – Putting on a Show for the Guys
Chapter 4 - Finally All Together
Chapter 5 – Keeping the Ultimate Tradition With My Dad
Chapter 1 – Starting a New Tradition
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Note: See “20040704 Our 1st Family Orgy” for the complete details of how
this tradition got started. This is just a recap for those who
haven’t read the full version. Also, see “20030912 Dads 1st Time
With My Cousin” for the details on how my dad first did my cousin.)
There are some traditions that span generations, some that are just
starting so as traditions go, this falls somewhere in between. I was
eighteen, on summer break after my freshman year in college so that will
make this our ninth year so I guess that makes it a fairly well-
established one.
By the time I left for college I’d been having sex for the past four
years, ever since my boyfriend took my virginity the summer before my
freshman year of high school when I was fourteen. During the course of
my high school education I earned a well-deserved reputation as the class
slut, thanks no doubt to the fact I always put out on the first date.
Well, at least I gave a blowjob.
It wasn't until I was sixteen that I first started having sex with my
parents. So you can imagine what a shock to my system when I started at
a VERY strict Christian university where sex was expressly forbidden -
including open masturbation. Of course I knew the rules before I started
but it’s one thing to know something, an entirely different thing to
abide by the rules.
I wasn't the only one with adjustments to make. My father had grown
accustomed to having me whenever he needed me. Speaking of traditions,
one that we shared before I went to college was for him to come into my
bedroom each morning before work and get himself off. Sometimes he let
me sleep and just jerked off until he left with his load on my face or
wherever else he came. Sometimes I blew him and sometimes we had a quick
fuck. Many a morning he would try to fuck me while I was asleep but
almost every time I would wake up before he could push it into me...
almost every time.
So with me now hours away at college, my dad needed someone to replace
me. It’s not that my mother didn't give him all she could, he just had
needs that couldn't be met by one woman - ANY woman. He had also been
fucking my mother’s sister since she was in eighth grade, which continued
throughout the marriage but she was just two years younger than my mom so
once he started fucking me that urge to fuck a teenage girl needed to be
met in another way.
Well, who better than my cousin Kristi? Like me, she was the designated
class slut for her grade being two years behind me. When I left for
college she as sixteen - the same age as when my dad started fucking me.
While she and I had never had sex together, we did double date and so it
wasn't like we hadn’t watched the other doing it.
We started masturbating together as early teens but that never went any
further. To make a long story short, my aunt gave her daughter to my dad
(it’s not like Kristi minded). So all the first year while I was away
from college, Kristi would come over to my parents’ house and help my dad
satisfy his urges.
All the time I was totally unaware of all of this. When I came home for
Thanksgiving, Christmas, and Easter breaks nobody told me about my dad
and Kristi. Later they told me they didn’t want me to feel jealous or
otherwise think that I was somehow being replaced.
It wasn't until July 4th in the summer after my first year was over that
I learned about my dad and Kristi. Every year our families get together
for the fourth for a barbeque on our back deck. Rather than try to
explain in words, Kristi just started sucking my dad by the hot tub and
then he fucked her right in front of me. Well, THAT certainly told me
all I needed to know. By the time it was over everyone had pretty much
had everyone else and so our 4th of July tradition expanded to become an
annual family orgy.
One thing I want to emphasize is that even though we all enjoy sex with
each other now and then, orgies are NOT commonplace. In fact, this is
usually the only time of year that we do it. Sometimes there might be a
threesome if the right opportunity comes up, but almost every other time
it’s just one-to-one. That’s what makes this tradition so special.
Last year things were a little subdued as my mother wasn't there. I
won’t go into all the details here again about why my parents ended their
marriage after over 25 years but the end result was my mother moved to
Oregon and so our family orgy was one member short. This year, though,
number-wise we would be back again as my fiancé Steve was going to join
in. True, he wasn’t officially a member of the family yet but with our
wedding only weeks away I figured it was good enough for me and my dad
agreed so it was set.
Chapter 2 – Steve Gets an Introduction
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As I mentioned, Steve was my first but then he moved away when his mother
was transferred to California just eight months after we first did it.
His parent’s had divorced a couple of years earlier when his dad decided
to trade his mom on for a young secretary at work. The irony is she
dumped him shortly after the divorce as apparently screwing a divorced
older man wasn’t as thrilling as being his mistress.
After they left I thought I would never see Steve again and except for
his wedding a few years ago (which was annulled after a month) I didn’t
see him until last summer when his mom was transferred back to Pittsburgh
again. One day he showed up at church and surprised the daylights out of
me. After that we started dating and one thing led to another until
right after last Thanksgiving when he proposed to me - and I accepted
without a moment’s hesitation.
A few days prior to his proposal (yes, I had suspicions he was getting
close to pop[ping the question) I told him for the first time about my
incestual family dealings. Simply put, I couldn't marry a man who
couldn't accept my family as well. I waited until the last possible
moment and I was 99.99% certain he was going to do it as I had been
burned badly in the past by an asshole who I THOUGHT was going to be my
fiancé and so I told him a few things (thankfully not everything) and
ended up losing my job and almost my entire career over it when he
freaked out.
Steve didn’t believe me at first. Sure he knew I was a slut and so I
could have told him I had just fucked 50 guys and I doubt he would have
batted an eyelash. Yet when I told him my dad had been fucking me for
the ten years his initial reaction was to laugh it off and accuse me of
trying to play some practical joke on him. There was only one way to
convince him - show him.
While Steve wasn’t exactly thrilled seeing me with my dad, he didn’t have
any reservations about helping himself to my aunt and cousin! After all,
if I was suppose to be free to have sex with anyone in my family, so was
he. Still, after that first time he never saw me with my dad again.
Well, if he wanted to participate in our 4th of July tradition then he
would have to watch my dad fuck me. It didn't seem to be THAT big of a
sacrifice to me.
As I said, ever since we got engaged Steve has just sort of ignored when
I would go to be with my dad which is fine with me. My dad isn’t the
sort that likes threesomes - well, make that where two of the
participants are male. I guess you could say both my dad and fiancé are
super-homophobic. It’s funny in that both of them love watching other
men fuck me but neither of them want to watch the other fuck me. Go
figure...
In the meantime Steve especially loves fucking my aunt which amuses me to
no end because it drives my cousin Kristi insane. She’s not use to
playing second fiddle to anyone, let alone her mom, and when Steve turns
to her mother instead of her she just storms off in a huff. I would
never tell her this but I think sometimes he does it just to piss her off
but that’s fine with me. For most of my life I’ve had to deal with boys
preferring her over me and I have to admit that I sort of enjoy seeing
her put in her place for once!
Chapter 3 – Putting on a Show for the Guys
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When it comes to our July 4th extravaganza, each year things go a little
different as it’s not like we have a fixed agenda or anything so terribly
formal. During the course of the year people’s lives change, their
tastes vary, and so forth so it only makes sense that our annual family
orgy would be different as well. Most importantly this would be the
first year with my fiancé in attendance and thus the first year there
would be two men so that certainly was going to change the dynamics a
much as anything ever had.
Steve picked up me and Kristi just after noon. We both had on denim
shorts but Kristi was wearing a skimpy bikini top while I had on a
stretch tube top that barely stayed in place. I suppose it didn't really
matter what we wore since I knew we would both be nude before much
longer. That was another thing that made this a unique day for us.
While my aunt was the type that enjoyed being nude all day around the
house, I hardly ever just hung around stark naked. Even just a t-shirt
or tank top was enough to make me feel comfortable, just so I had
SOMETHING on top.
My bottom was different in that I NEVER wore panties or even a bikini
bottom when I was home. My mother’s theory was that I was so ashamed of
my small boobs as a teenager that I would hide them and try to draw
attention to my ass which I’ve always thought was my best “asset”. She
thought that it just carried over from my teens even though now my boobs
aren’t all that bad if I say so myself. On the other hand Kristi was
more of a wild card. She would go nude with her mom but at home when she
was alone with me she typically wore a thong or panties around the house
and generally stayed topless.
“So you ready stud?” Kristi teased Steve from her spot on the opposite
side of Steve’s pickup.
I was firmly planted in the center, making sure it was ME pressing up
against my fiancé and not my horny cousin. I can say she was horny
rather confidently as she had been masturbating most of the morning,
getting herself all worked up. Well, not that THAT was anything
different I guess.
“I still don’t quite get how this works,” Steve said, sounding a little
frustrated. “Like, is this whole thing just for sex, do you eat, or
what?”
“Yes and yes,” I answered, “But it’s mostly for sex. You should feel
honored as my dad has always been the center of attention and now he’s
agreed to share the spotlight with you.”
Steve just rolled his eyes at the “honored” comment but I could see by
the bulge in his shorts that he was ready for action. Still, I wondered
if he really understood what he was in for. It’s not like we’d never
been to an orgy together before. While we dated we use to go to parties
and get together with other couples but ever since we got engaged it had
mostly been with other couples rather than the party scene. Still, it’s
not like he wasn't accustomed to us each having multiple partners at one
party. The difference, I guess, was the other people weren’t my own
family.
“You know, it would’ve been nice to have your mom join us today,” I
casually tossed in but I was holding my breath while I waited for his
response.
“Dammit Kelly, you know better than to say anything like that,” he said
rather tersely.
I knew him well enough to stop. There were some things I could tease
Steve about but sex with his mom was NOT one of them.
The odd thing about it all was that Steve had actually fucked his mother
long before I ever had sex with my dad. While we dated his mom had
caught us having sex and before it was over he was fucking her while I
watched. Since they had returned they both have sworn that it NEVER
happened again and his mother refused to even acknowledge the question
whenever I tried to bring it up. Steve steadfastly clung to his position
that he had no desire to have sex with his mother yet at the same time
the two of them would cuddle up on the couch like teenagers, hugging and
kissing and feeling each other up.
True, their hands never went under the clothes but still, it didn't seem
like that much of a stretch to go from that to sex. However, they
claimed that the gulf between the two acts was a mile wide and never to
be crossed. To make it even more surreal, she loved to watch him have
sex with me but never made any indication she wanted to join in, not even
touching herself while she watched. I probably shouldn’t have mentioned
it to Steve today but I keep hoping that someday he’ll soften his
position.
By then we were at my dad’s house where my aunt was now living with him
since my mom had moved out. Since he’d been having sex with her since
she was twelve, it seemed silly for her to have to drive over every time
they did it when he was now living alone. I can’t say my mom was
thrilled when she learned about the new living arrangements but then what
could she say? She gave up any rights to telling them what to do when
she filed for divorce.
No sooner did we step inside the front door than my aunt was there to
greet us. Not surprisingly she was nude but she was holding a laundry
basket.
“Not another step until you drop everything in this basket,” she
announced.
It seemed I was the only one to put up even a mild protest as Steve and
Kristi quickly stripped down and tossed their clothes in the basket.
Knowing it was useless to protest, I did the same. It sort of surprised
me how at ease Steve was now being nude around my aunt and cousin. I
mean it’s easy to get naked in bed for sex but at least for me it’s
different just running around the house without anything on at all. I
guess to be being nude is more something I do when I am flirting or
having sex, not just hanging around the house. Even something as little
as a bikini top makes all the difference.
We all headed for the deck where my dad was setting up to start grilling.
Of course he was naked too which wasn't his norm either. Typically he
wore gym shorts or boxer shorts around the house. For him I think it was
more hygiene than anything else. Something about “sweaty asses” on the
furniture that didn't thrill him - not that I didn't agree.
One thing was immediately apparent was the difference in numbers. Back
when we first started all this it was must my dad and four women. Then
the last couple of years it was him and three women. Now it was two men
and three women which was a lot more balanced. While I think my dad
rather enjoyed being the center of attention, it’s not like he was a
teenager anymore so inevitably there was a bit of competition as to who
got his cum and who was fucked the most. As his daughter I usually got
the most so I wasn't complaining but now with Steve we should all be
getting it at least once I figured.
“Hi daddy!” I greeted my dad, giving him a big hug. He had tongs in one
hand and a lighter in the other so he just held his arms out while I
pulled myself into him. My boobs pushed into his chest and I could just
feel his dick against my belly as he was just hanging there limp at the
moment. Something told me THAT condition would be changing soon.’
My dad shook Steve’s hand - no hugs between the two macho men. I almost
laughed at the way they seemed to make sure they did NOT look at each
other’s junk. They could be so silly at times. Heaven forbid that their
dicks should ever touch! It was so weird in a way. Like, they both
loved watching other men’s dicks when they were in me but otherwise it
was like looking at the sun.
My aunt stepped up to Steve and reached down to grab his dick like a
leash.
“C’mon big boy, I need help in the kitchen,” she teased him, pulling him
along like a pull toy on a string. Yeah, I knew what kind of help she
needed!
Kristi was checking out the hot tub as her mom and my fiancé disappeared
back into the house. My dad turned his attention back to the grill,
using the tongs to lift the grates so he could light the grill. I asked
him why he was doing it that way and he just grumbled about how the
“stupid lighter” didn't work anymore. It seemed like a sore subject so I
left him alone and went over to see how Kristi was doing.
“Wanna get in?” she asked, pushing the cover off to the side. I thought
about it for a second and then looked at my dad who seemed pissed off all
the more as the grate dropped from the tongs and he had to start over
again. I thought I heard him curse something under his breath.
“You know, maybe we need to get my dad in a better mood,” I suggested.
Kristi looked over at him and then back at me and grinned.
“So what are you proposing?”
Yeah, like she didn't have any ideas herself. For someone who whored for
a few years I bet she had LOTS of ideas on how to get men’s attention.
“Well, what does every guy like to watch?”
Kristi grinned and started rattling off a list. Yeah, it WAS a pretty
wide open question. Come to think of it, what didn’t men like to watch
when it came to sex? Of course some of her suggestions required
equipment and various implements we didn't have, not to mention a few
other people, but I already had an idea of my own.
“You know, it’s been a long time since we had a race,” I offered. Kristi
knew what I was referring to. Back when we were young we use to
masturbate together and sometimes we would compete to see who could cum
the fastest. Over the years we still did it, although not nearly as
often once we started having sex. It had probably been maybe a year
since our last time so we were long overdue for a rematch. Considering
the overall win-loss record was largely in my favor, it didn't take much
for Kristi to step up to the challenge.
“OK, but no cheating this time!” she admonished me.
“Hey, I did NOT fake it,” I protested.
She rolled her eyes and huffed, “Yeah right.”
We walked over to the where the table and umbrella were and each took a
seat on one of the chairs after turning them to face my dad. I put one
leg up over the arm and let the other drop to the wooden deck while
Kristi slouched in her chair and rested her feet on the edge with her
knees spread apart. We looked at each other and then reached a silent
agreement to get started.
It didn't take long for my dad to take notice of our little contest.
He’d finally gotten the grill lit and dropped the lid down to let it get
hot. Turning to us he put down the tongs (the lighter was already on the
table by now) and started to rub himself.
“Now THIS is interesting,” he commented.
Neither of us said anything. I had both hands on my pussy, one spreading
my lips apart and the other rubbing my clit between two of my fingers.
Now and then I would reach down further and push them into me to get them
wet and then go back to my clit again. Kristi had one hand between her
thighs while the other was massaging one of her breasts. She had her
eyes closed and I could tell she was determined to get off before me this
time.
Although I am one of those girls who usually closes her eyes when she
masturbates, this time I watched my dad instead. I LOVE being watched
when I masturbate. Back in high school I would go out on dates and lift
my skirt and let guys watch me. It got me so off to see their reaction.
While I knew a lot of other girls put out, for whatever reason not many
of them had a reputation for doing themselves in front of a guy so it
sort of gave me an extra mark on my resume so to say.
My dad was stroking his dick as his daughter and niece masturbated just a
few feet in front of him. He wasn't really trying to get himself off,
just more like absent minded stroking. I guess it was the same thing as
when I get horny and without even realizing it my hand will go between my
legs. I loved the way he looked at me, his eyes focused on my crotch.
He also looked at Kristi but I felt that he was staring more at me which
turned me on all the more. Anytime I can get more attention than Kristi
it’s a small victory!
Kristi was starting to moan and I wasn't sure whether it was just for
show or if she was really getting close. I was getting worked up but
admittedly was distracted with my dad watching me. I wished Steve was
standing next to him as that would have made it perfect to see the two
most important men in my life stroking themselves as they watched me
masturbate.
Kristi suddenly cried out and her hips lifted up and off the chair as she
plunged her fingers into her pussy and squeezed her boobs so hard I
thought she was going to bruise it. “Oh fuck!” she moaned as she bounced
her hips like she as being fucked and in her mind, she probably was
thinking that was just what was happening.
As for me, I was horny bit not even close to cumming. Still, it felt so
good to be put on a show for my dad. I remembered how I use to
masturbate when I was barely a teenager - and actually as a preteen, and
he would be in the room with me. Of course back then I didn't know he
wanted to fuck me so I didn't put on a show like I was now. God, it must
have driven him crazy to see me going at it on the couch and not be able
to do anything to me. If only my mom had been more open-minded and then
who knows what might have happened. If nothing else, I wouldn’t have
waited until I was sixteen to submit to my father!
Kristi slumped down in the chair and pulled her pussy hand to her mouth,
sucking off her cum while she looked between me and her uncle.
“What’s the matter Kelly, getting slow in your old age?” she teased me.
“You faked it,” I accused her although I really didn't believe that. A
girl has to defend her honor, doesn’t she?
Kristi got up and put her hand to my mouth. “Here, have a taste and tell
me if I was faking.”
Well, she certainly DID taste good but I wasn't going to conceded that
easily. It really didn't matter. It’s not like we had a traveling
trophy or anything to exchange. However, I knew she now had bragging
rights and I wouldn't hear the end of it until our next rematch.
“So Uncle John, don’t I get a prize?” Kristi said, looking at me with a
wicked grin.
“Oh, I didn't realize there was a prize for the winner,” my dad teased
her but he started to move in closer as he said it.
Kristi slouched back into her chair again, assuming her earlier position
such that her wet pussy was in full view. “It was fun dreaming about it
but now I want the real thing.”
My dad stepped up and bent his knees until his now stiff dick was even
with her pussy. He held it by the shaft and used it to rub up and down
her slick slit. Kristi sighed as he rubbed the swollen head over her
sensitive clit.
“Fuck me Uncle John... fuck me,” she moaned, raising up trying to push
his dick into her.
My dad dropped his dick a little lower and then easily pushed it into her
pussy, at first just going about halfway into her and swiveling his hips
to move it around in her.
“Oh yeah Uncle John... just like that,” she sighed.
My dad then pushed himself all the way in her. He had to hold the arms
of the chair to keep his balance as Kristi wrapped her bare legs around
him and locked her ankles, pulling on him to draw him in deeper.
After a few strokes, my dad pulled out, surprising both of us.
“That’s good enough for a reward I think,” he explained, “Got to conserve
my ammo you know.”
Kristi frowned and I couldn't help but smile. Then again, she DID get to
have his dick first so there wasn't all that much to smile about when I
thought more about it.
“What the fuck is going on out here?” I heard from behind my dad and then
I saw my aunt carrying a platter of hot dogs and hamburgers.
Behind her came Steve, sporting one heck of a hard-on. Now Steve
recovers pretty fast at times but not THAT fast which told me he probably
hadn’t fucked my aunt. Surprises never cease!
A quick look and she easily came to her own conclusions. “Damn, you let
Kristi win Kelly?” she teased me. Kristi crossed her arms with a rather
defiant look but before she could protest her mom told us to go to the
kitchen and bring out the rest of the food and dishes.
Meanwhile my dad started cooking and it didn't take long before we were
ready to eat. We all sat around the table and wolfed down the food. I
felt a twinge of remorse as my mom was missing. She use to make the
world’s best potato salad and while her sister’s wasn’t bad, it wasn't
mom’s. I wondered if my dad missed having her for a day like this. He
seemed happier with Linda but that just meant she satisfied his
fantasies.
My mom always seemed to make my dad more complete, or something like that
as it’s hard to explain. She may not have allowed him to have his every
desire but she did keep him in check. Sometimes I worried as to where my
aunt was leading him and what it all may lead to someday.
Chapter 4 - Finally All Together
================================
Once lunch was done it was time to get down to business, so to say. As I
said, this was NOT something we typically did so it wasn't like we had a
lot of experience. Sex in our family is NOT something that gets crazy
like in all those stupid stories people write and post on the Internet.
I have sex with my dad because I am his daughter and I believe that is
what daughters should do - assuming their dad wants it. Face it, he’s in
his late forties and it’s not like he’s a super stud.
I enjoy the pleasure and satisfaction I give him more than the physical
side of it. To see the lust in his eyes when he looks at me, to realize
that my own father sees me as a sexual object that he craves more than
anything else at the time, is the ultimate compliment he can give me. To
have him fuck me and cum in me is the purest form of love that a father
can show his daughter. I can't ever imagine saying no to my father - and
so far I never have, at least when it comes to sex.
As for my aunt and cousin, face it, we do it because we enjoy it. Still,
all of us have other friends and partners so it’s not like we depend on
each other to keep ourselves satisfied. Actually, the majority of the
time we do it is more for my father’s sake - and now for my fiancé's as
well. Just as my dad enjoyed watching Kristi and me masturbate, both of
the men I love always enjoy watching the women in their families doing it
together so that’s typically the driving factor behind us doing it.
Typically that leads to them fucking us as well so I get the best of both
worlds.
Because it wasn't a normal thing for us, even though we’d been carrying
on this “tradition” now for almost a decade, there was still a period
where we all just sat there as if waiting for someone to make the first
move. In a way it was sort of funny considering our backgrounds. Like
take Kristi. Not only was she the class slut but she quit college to
become a full time whore (she preferred “escort” but I call them as I see
them). It’s not like she wasn’t use to wild orgies and weird sex so this
was tame if anything so far as she was concerned.
Then there’s my aunt who isn’t shy about using her “attributes” to close
a sale, even going so far as to include her own daughter when an extra
push was needed. As for me, well I’ve written enough that already and
while orgies aren’t my biggest thrill, it wasn't like I hadn’t been
involved in my share of them.
Steve wasn’t exactly an angel either. Before we dated he already had
quite a rep among the girls at school for his wandering hands. I was by
no means HIS first when I lost my virginity to him. Once we started
dating he was more than willing to get into the party scene with me and
since our engagement he was the one pushing for swapping.
Finally, there was my dad. Back in his high school days he and his
brothers were quite the terrors from what my mom and aunt have told me.
While most of that toned down once he got married, in the past couple of
years since the divorce he’s been into the party scene pretty hard thanks
to the assistance from my aunt. Of course those parties involved an age
group that wasn't exactly common but still, it wasn’t like he wasn't
accustomed to group sex, no matter how young the participants may be.
So given all this, I suppose people would think we would just jump up and
start sucking and fucking but that’s not at all what happens when we get
together. Maybe it’s because we are so close that it makes it harder to
get started. I’ve always found it easier to fuck a stranger than a
friend. It’s like you just do it and don’t have to worry about what
happens later - it’s all that moment that counts. With family it’s even
more complex as you might imagine. I suppose that’s one reason why
incest is so hard for most families to deal with. It’s not that the
desires are there, but putting them into action takes more than most
people realize.
So there we were, five people sitting around the table nude yet nobody
was doing anything. Sure my dad had fucked Kristi a little but earlier
but it wasn't like it was anything serious, just a few pokes that teased
her more than anything. As to what my fiancé and aunt had been doing in
the kitchen, I had no idea nor were they volunteering anything. I
suspected he had probably eaten her out since my aunt seems to enjoy
receiving more than giving when it comes to oral.
For Steve that’s just fine as while he enjoys his dick being sucked as
much as the next guy, he’s also quite the pussy licker. He sort of
spoiled me when we first dated as after he moved away most guys just
wanted me to suck their dicks or fuck me. Eating me out was more
something they seemed to just want to try out of curiosity or to be able
to brag to their buddies more so than anything else.
Then just as quickly it was like all of us started to talk at the same
time. Then we all shut up. Then everyone started to laugh and it was my
aunt who took control.
‘This is really stupid,” she said joining in the general laughter,
“C’mon, we all know why we’re here and what we want so let’s get things
started.”
Then she started pointing around, assigning partners for the opening
round. “Steve, you’re with me, John you do Kristi and Kelly... well you
just do what comes natural I guess.”
I sort of was hoping she would have my dad do me first, especially since
he’d already fucked Kristi, albeit just briefly. As for her claiming
Steve, that didn't surprise me. The two of them had hit it off from day
one and had she not been family I might have been a little jealous at
times.
Mother and daughter seemed to be of like minds as each of them quickly
positioned themselves between the legs of their assigned guy. Soon both
of them were slurping down a hard cock as my dad and fiancé exchanged a
running commentary comparing their techniques. It was actually sorta
funny to listen to them as they casually described how their dick was
being sucked no different than like they were exchanging notes about a
football game. If anything, it seemed to encourage the mother and
daughter to be more competitive, as if they were trying to get their guy
to brag the most about the BJ they were getting.
At first I wasn't sure what to do. Watching is always nice but I was
horny and wanting some dick of my own but both other available ones were
in use. Well, while a dick isn’t available there WERE two pussies that I
knew would like some attention. I still was carrying a bit of a grudge
from Kristi’s earlier win over me so I went in behind my aunt and laid on
my back, squirming in between her legs until I could look up and get the
perfect view of her hairy pussy. Once I was in place she lowered herself
down until her pussy was pressed against my face and I breathed in the
heavy aroma of her sex. Yep, she was horny all right!
It had been ages since I had licked a hairy pussy. Most of my friends
were shaved and those that weren't were trimmed down quite a bit. Aunt
Linda wasn't fully natural but she didn’t trim off all that much, more
like she paid attention to the edges and such so it didn't stick out of
her bikini and panties. My mom kept her the same way so I put it down as
a generational thing. In any case, it was like sucking on a dick with a
full bush of pubic hair in that I liked the feeling of her hair brushing
against my nose and cheeks. Although I wasn't as thrilled when it got
into my mouth and teeth, with a little care that could be minimized.
Although she wasn't saying anything with my fiancé’s dick in her mouth,
the way she worked her crotch into my face told me she was enjoying my
tongue on her.
There was something special licking my aunt knowing that she was sucking
my fiancé at the same time. Steve LOVES his dick to be sucked (really,
what man doesn’t?) and I knew he had to be enjoying it so to be
pleasuring the person who was giving my guy so much pleasure at the same
time seemed appropriate. It didn’t hurt that I enjoy the smell and taste
of pussy. When you think about it, I was tasting pussy years before I
tasted my first dick. Granted, it was my own at the time but a pussy is
a pussy. It amazes me how many girls claim they have never even tried to
taste themselves, let alone admit they enjoy it. It’s like guys who say
they have never tasted their own cum. Personally I don’t really believe
them but it’s not like you can prove it one way or the other.
After a while my Aunt was ready for more than just giving a BJ and so I
slipped out from under her and watched as she turned around and sat back
down on Steve’s dick. Steve let out a low groan as my aunt leaned back
onto his dick, driving it deeper into her until she was actually sitting
on his lap. I was sitting Indian style on the deck with my legs crossed
in front of me, the perfect spot to get an eagle eye view of my lover’s
dick as it disappeared into my aunt’s hairy pussy.
Turning to the side, I saw that Kristi was also getting her share of a
dick. Instead of having a seat like her mom, though, she was bent over
the table with my dad driving his cock into her from behind. Damn, her
ass looked so perfect it made me feel a little jealous - again as I
almost always felt that way whenever I saw it. My dad had both hands on
her, one on each side of her hips, holding her in place as he drilled her
with his erection. It was hot to watch but didn't allow me much of an
opportunity to do much so I took my attention back to the pair in front
of me.
“Damn Kelly, you know how to pick ‘em,” my aunt said to me as she rocked
on Steve’s cock, “I just can’t get enough of this guy.”
Yeah, I could see that. Well, at least in the end I knew he was mine so
while it might perturb me a little now to see him doing her instead of
me, she was family so it’s not like I had any say about it. Live by the
sword, die by the sword as they say. I couldn’t expect Steve to just let
me have sex with any of my relatives any time I wanted without allowing
him the same consideration. Of course, it WOULD help if he didn’t seem
to be enjoying too so damn much!
This went on a while and eventually enough was enough. It was time for
me to have some dick of my own! I knew Steve would be good for at least
three times this afternoon, maybe even four if I gave him enough
incentive. On the other hand, even though I knew he had probably taken a
good dose of Viagra earlier, my dad would be fortunate to get off twice
in the same time period. Based on those statistics, it made my choice
easy.
“My turn,” I said to Kristi as I jumped up on the table next to where my
dad was fucking her.
“Hey, he hasn’t cum yet,” she protested but I wasn't having any of that.
“You’ve had him twice now and I still haven’t even been fucked once,” I
pointed out. My dad seemed confused, not sure if he should pull out of
Kristi and do me or what.
“Daddy!” I whined like a little girl, “I want you to fuck me.”
It always worked. I’d been using that line on my dad since I was sixteen
and it always got the desired results. All I had to do was add in that
little girl tone and he was wrapped right around my little finger. Sure
enough, he apologized to Kristi, pulled his dick out of her and started
to get it in me when I stopped him.
“I wanna suck it first daddy,” I said.
As I said earlier, I enjoy the taste of pussy and the absolute best way
to taste it was when it came served on a dick that was freshly covered.
I leaned forward and took my dad’s wet cock in my mouth, smelling and
tasting Kristi’s pussy on my dad’s cock. All I wanted was to get a taste
so after a few licks and then taking it all in once, I straightened up
and spread my legs apart in submission.
“OK, now you can fuck me daddy,” I said.
It was like at that moment a switch turned on and I was my dad’s. At
that moment he could have asked me to do ANYTHING and I would have said
yes. And I do mean ANYTHING. The wonderful thing about it was that I
knew my father loved me and respected me such that I could be this way
without having to worry that he might try to do or ask me to do something
that would be wrong. Sometime I play games with guys where I pretend to
submit to them but in the back of my mind I know that I always keep veto
power which means I’m really not submitting myself.
True submission is not some freaky or BSDM thing, it’s a sign of love and
respect to where you give yourself totally to someone with no
reservations or outs. Of course to do that you have to trust the other
person 100%. There are only two people in the entire world I have such
trust in - my dad and my fiancé.
I started to close my eyes but then thought again and looked down to
watch as my dad lined up his dick, just as he has so many times before.
I shivered a bit despite the heat when the head slid down over my clit
and then lodged in the entrance to my pussy. Then slowly, ever so
slowly, he pushed it forward and I watched as it slowly disappeared
inside of me. I could feel it forcing its way into me, like something
was trying to split me apart but at the same time feeling so incredibly
good.
“That’s it daddy... fuck me... fuck me slow,” I said so softly I wasn't
even sure he could hear me but obviously he did. “You know how to do
it.”
“You got it baby, whatever you want,” he replied in a voice husky with
lust.
This was what I would call the perfect moment... laying back on my
elbows, my dad with his hands under my bare butt supporting my legs with
his arms, his dick half-way in me and ever so slowly pushing its way
deeper and deeper into me. All the while I was watching it as it
disappeared from view while at the same time I could feel it filling me
up inside. The look on my dad’s face said it all - the total
concentration as he did his best to fight what had to be a terrible
temptation to just thrust it all the way into me in one quick thrust. As
I said, it was an act of lust for sure but also one out of love. Anyone
else would have just rammed his dick in me and fucked me but not my dad.
He knows how much it means to me to have him enter me slowly, allowing me
to watch as my body accepts his until we become one, joined in the most
intimate manner a man and woman can be. It was the closest I could ever
be with my dad and I can’t think of any way I’d rather be with him.
“Oh god you’re still so tight,” he groaned as he finally bottomed out
with his dick now totally out of sight.
I may not have been able to see it anymore but I certainly knew where it
was! There was no mistaking that one-of-a-kind feeling when a man is
filling me with his manhood. No matter whose dick it was I loved the
sensation but when it’s your own father it makes it so much more special.
For almost a minute or more he just stayed that way, his crotch up tight
against mine with nothing separating us as his cock was buried inside of
me. Kristi was watching from the side, not saying a word as the three of
us just allowed the moment to last. I swore I could even feel him
throbbing inside of me. Not even the moans of my Aunt Linda as she was
cumming on the other side of the table from me was enough to distract me
from this moment.
“I’ve GOT to fuck you now baby,” my dad said almost apologetically. He
started stroking himself slowly in and out of me.
“It’s OK daddy... that was special,” I answered him softly. Even Kristi
seemed to still be mesmerized by this few special moments I shared with
my father bit then she perked up.
“Yeah Uncle John... fuck her,” she cheered him on.
And fuck me he did. In and out, in and out. The good thing about it was
how slow he was fucking me. Sure, I love to be fucked hard and fast at
times no different than anyone else but at times like this, a slow fuck
can be the most sensual and erotic act two people can share.
“Oh god... YES!!” I cried out as my orgasm struck.
I wasn't even playing with myself yet just the entire scenario was enough
to make me cum. Everything came together and my pussy gripped his dick
hard. As I came, my dad pushed himself into me as far as he could and
once again just held himself deep inside of me.
“That’s it baby, cum on my dick,” he groaned as my pussy gripped him like
a vise.
Then he reached down and put his hand on my lower stomach, letting his
thumb move down until it was rubbing my clit. Damn, it was like a
turbocharger kicked in and my orgasm skyrocketed!
“Oh daddy! Don’t stop... oh fuck don’t stop!” I cried out as it felt
like the entire world had contracted and the only things that existed was
my pussy - and the wonderful hard dick inside of it.
Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, Kristi must have decided
the spectator role didn't suit her and she leaned over, pushing my dad’s
hand out of the way, and licked my clit with her tongue. OH MY GOD!
“OH YEAH!” I cried out, my eyes shut tight now.
I wanted to watch him fucking me but the incredible sensations emanating
from between my legs were now all over me, like I was suddenly dipped in
an overheated hot tub. I felt like I was on fire yet at the time
shivering almost uncontrollably. All I could think about was the feeling
of fullness inside of me as his hard dick filled pussy while my hot
cousin lapped me on the outside.
Finally it started to ebb down and I opened my eyes to see Kristi looking
up at me from my crotch, her tongue licking her lips.
“God Kristi...,” I sighed, “That was soooooo... so damn good!”
“Well, given how slow you were cumming before I figured you could use
some help,” she teased him, a big grin on her face that was now wet from
my pussy.
Kristi moved up and kissed me as my dad resumed his slow fuck. He hadn’t
cum yet and it was like he was still trying to conserve himself.
“Oh fuck! Take it!” I heard Steve cry out and I twisted around and
looked along with Kristi.
Steve had his cock in my aunt’s mouth as she kneeled on the deck in front
of him, stroking him with one hand while she held the head of his dick in
her mouth with her lips sealed tightly around it. It was obvious from
the way his hips were thrusting into her face what was happening.
“Yeah go mom!” Kristi said, now cheering her mother on.
My cousin was being a pretty good sport about it all in contrast to her
usual “it’s all about me” attitude.
Kristi moved over and kneeled next to her mom, leaving me with my dad
still fucking me although he had now stopped as he watched the action on
the other side of the table. Steve pulled his spent dick from my aunt’s
mouth and she turned and kissed Kristi. I could see from her cheeks that
she was pushing the cum into Kristi’s mouth. Then it was like she was
reading my mind as she stood up and moved back to my side of the table.
She leaned over my face and I knew what to do, opening my mouth wide as
she opened hers and let Steve’s cum drip from her mouth into mine.
Mmmmmmm, I loved Steve’s cum!
“Hey don’t you DARE swallow that!” I heard my aunt say as she moved up
and nudged Kristi out of the way, “I worked hard for that cum and I get
to eat it.”
I leaned up high on my elbows, kissing Linda and pushing Steve’s cum out
of my mouth and into hers with my tongue. With an exaggerated swallowing
motion she took what remained and swallowed it on one gulp. I still
could taste it I my own mouth though and I licked my lips like a cat
after finishing a fresh bowl of milk.
Meanwhile Kristi was taking advantage if her mother being occupied with
me. Steve was left alone for them moment and she wasn't about to leave
THAT situation alone for long.
“Let’s go stud, over by the tub,” I heard her directing him. Meanwhile,
my aunt was making her own move.
“How about giving me some of that?” she said, gently but firmly pressing
my dad back away from me with her hand on his hairy chest.
I felt like something was being taken from me as he slowly withdrew in
response to her insistence. Then when he flopped out of me it was being
deflated as suddenly my pussy went from being warm and full to empty.
I looked over and saw that Kristi had gotten in the hot tub along with
Steve. He certainly wasn't wasting any time as she was leaning over the
side and he was already drilling her.
“Now that looks nice, why don’t we join them?” Linda offered.
Sounded like a good idea to my dad and me and in a few moments we were in
the tub ourselves. When I got off the table my legs were a little wobbly
but the hot water got me going again.
“Tell you what Kelly, why don’t you sit there in the corner,” my aunt
said, pointing like she was directing a movie. “That’s it, now spread
‘em girl.”
With me legs parted wide, she got in between my knees and leaned over to
start sucking on my nipples as her fingers worked their way into my
freshly fucked pussy. At the same time she was bent over far enough that
my dad knew what to do without any further need for direction. Before
another minute passed he was standing in the middle of the hot tub with
his dick deep in my aunt’s wet pussy as she lowered her head further to
lick my pussy. It was sort of funny in a way how he made darn sure not
to touch Steve’s bare ass as he was fucking Kristi. She was seated on
the side to my left which gave me a good view of my fiancé's dick as he
thrust it in and out of her like an oil rig pumping away.
My dad finally couldn't hold back anymore and eventually he came in my
aunt’s pussy. She had already licked me to my second “O” and was seated
next to her daughter when he came, closely followed by my fiancé giving
his to my cousin.
It was time for a break to let the guys recover. My aunt went in and
brought out some wine and even I took a glass in lieu of my usual Diet
Coke. The rest of us sat around the table, the warm air quickly drying
us off.
“So this is how you guys spend every 4th of July?” Steve asked, sipping
on his wine and then swallowing it half down.
“Works pretty good, don’t you think?” Kristi was the first to answer.
“Nothing like a good fuck to bring everyone together,” my aunt added.
“Still, not exactly what I imagined Kelly doing last year when she said
she couldn't spend the 4th with me,” Steve laughed.
“Oh?” I said as if I was shocked, “You mean you didn't know I had to fuck
my family instead of watching fireworks with you?”
Steve almost choked on his wine. “Actually I was thinking back to OUR
first 4th of July.”
That brought up requests from everyone for a replay and so I was
appointed as the resident storyteller and reminded them of how Steve and
I had spent our first 4th of July together. He hadn’t fucked me yet but
there was plenty of heavy petting, not to mention the BJ I gave him. Of
course I embellished it a little, especially when it came to my dick-
sucking prowess. True, I felt I had a sort of in-born talent for
cocksucking, but I hadn’t had THAT much practice b then even though Steve
certainly didn't seem to mind at the time.
By the time I was done everyone was ready for round two. We started
again with a three-girl circle, each of us licking the other pussy. We
would trade back and forth now and then so each of us got a taste of the
other. It went on until each of us had an orgasm with Kristi managing to
get in two before her mom finally came.
From there it got to be a little less formal than the first round of
fucking. The guys just moved between the three of us as we laid on
cushions on the deck. A few strokes in one of us and then on to the
other. With three pussies and only two cocks, it meant we each had to go
without for a few minutes at a time but they guys switched often which
minimized the time in between. It became like a game of musical chairs
in that we all wondered whose dick would be in whose pussy when they
finally came.
Remarkably, or maybe not so much, it took over an hour for the first guy
to cum. It was probably a combination of having cum once already
together with the fact they never got any long term stimulation before
taking a quick break to move to the next pussy or mouth - the girl got to
choose when it came to her turn. I mostly took it in my pussy but now
and then it was nice to taste either my cousin or my aunt on whoever’s
cock was next in line for me, especially if they had just cum. I came at
least three times, maybe four if you counted the one that seemed to stop
but then started again with an extra few strokes at just the right
moment.
Believe it or not, Steve was the first to cum while he was in my cousin’s
mouth. She grinned victoriously as his cum dripped down her chin and
onto her boobs. It was another five minutes or so before my dad came in
my aunt’s pussy, leaving me as the only one so far NOT to have a load of
cum in me yet.
We were all fairy existed, especially the guys, so it was time for
another break. Another bottle of wine, another tale from me about how
Steve had fucked me for the first time. Of course in this version I was
MUCH more experienced than I had been in real life but who was going to
call me out? Certainly not Steve.
Chapter 5 – Keeping the Ultimate Tradition With My Dad
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Finally the afternoon was starting to come to an end. Our second break
turned into more like a day off as the guys were really worn out, even
Steve. I suppose we girls could have gone on having fun but without the
guys it took some of the fun out of it. Instead, Kristi and I spent the
time trying to one-up the other with stories of our past adventures.
Most of mine they had all heard before as many of them had appeared on my
web site at one time or another.
On the other hand, I learned quite a bit about Kristi I had never heard
about before. I don’t know if it was the wine, the aftereffects of her
orgasms, or if she was trying to impress Steve. Heck, maybe a
combination of all three. Whatever it was, even I was amazed at some of
the things she had never divulged about her life as a high-priced whore.
Some of it I had suspected but this was the first time she had
acknowledged a few things.
From their reactions, a lot of what Kristi revealed was new even to her
own mother! Steve was especially enthralled and I noticed his dick was
in his hand every time she weaved another story. When she told in
incredible detail about some of the things she had done in a horse barn,
even her own mother gasped and I heard her mumble “Oh my god” more than a
few times under her breath. I had always suspected that she had more
than a few experiences with dicks that weren’t human but not to the
extent that she was confessing to! This was the first time she had ever
even admitted to having sex with animals, let alone provide the graphic
details.
Before we knew it, it was time for dinner which consisted mostly of
whatever was leftover from lunch. The fireworks were still several hours
away. We could see most of them from the deck although the large tree in
our neighbors yard had grown over the years to where it was now more than
a minor nuisance. Still, we could see at least 80-90% of them so it
wasn't worth having to drag ourselves to the city park to see them.
Besides, what better way to watch the fireworks than to create some of
your own at the same time?
My dad turned on the new TV he had brought out on the deck and we watched
some silly programs together while seated in the hot tub or around it.
It wasn't like we just sat there of course. There was plenty of kissing,
fondling and groping going on as we changed around periodically. There
was no sex for a while but everyone seemed happy with just being intimate
and friendly with one another. I masturbated now and then when I had the
chance and even got myself off once when Kristi and her mom hogged the
guys a little too long. The nice thing about it was with everyone having
cum multiple times during the afternoon nobody felt pressured to give or
take.
It grew dark and soon there was the first boom as the warning shot was
fired, signaling the fireworks would soon be starting. At the time
Kristi was sitting on my dad’s lap while I was on Steve’s, all of us just
kissing and touching each other. Steve was hard as a rock underneath me
and I knew he was anxious to get back into fucking mode sooner than
later. Still, it was time he learned the final tradition of the day...
“Sorry Steve,” I said, giving him one more kiss on the mouth as I wiggled
on his dick that was poking me in the butt, “I’ve got something I need to
do.”
Steve looked at me quizzically, obviously a little disappointed as I am
sure he thought I was going to ask him to fuck me. Meanwhile, Kristi was
looking over at me from her perch on my dad’s lap. She knew what I
meant. After all, it happened every year!
“Take care of my fiancé,” I told her, as if she needed to be told. She
quickly moved over to Steve’s lap as I took her place on my dad’s.
“It’s almost time daddy,” I said, more for Steve’s benefit than his.
Heck, my dad was the one who had started this six years ago.
Even with Kristi now on his lap, reaching under the water for his dick,
Steve seemed more interested in what was going on across the tub from
him. Meanwhile my aunt joined us, sitting in the corner between us where
she had a nice view of both her daughter and her niece getting ready to
do what we did best - fuck.
The first firework went off, lighting the sky and sending every dog in
the neighborhood into a frenzy. I twisted around on my dad’s lap,
kneeling on the each seat on each side of him such that my pussy was
right above his VERY hard dick. Yep, he was ready.
“NOW it’s time,” I announced. With that I sat down on his cock, forcing
it up inside of me yet again. This would be the last time today I felt
that sensation of his dick entering me and I pressed down hard to get
every bit of it in me I could on the first push.
As the fireworks went on, I fucked my dad. Normally I would say my dad
fucks me as I prefer to submit to him and allow him to take me however he
wants. This time however it was different. I was fucking him. Now he
just sat there and I did everything. I was the one who set the pace. I
was the one who determined how deep he went into me. I was the one who
said when I stopped for a moment just to savor the feel of him in me as
the hot water swirled around us.
Meanwhile Kristi was doing the same with Steve. Hmmm, was she
establishing a new tradition of her own? Would this be the way it was
from now on when the 4th of July came around, fucking my husband while
his wife fucked her father? Sounded good to me!
“I love you daddy,” I said as I bounced on his dick.
“I love you too baby girl,” he said huskily back to me.
He had his hands on my bare hips, helping to balance me as I ride his
dick like a horse on a merry-go- round. This was different than before
when he fucked me slow. This was ME giving HIM pleasure. This was a
daughter giving back to her father the most precious gift she had in
return for all the things he had given her in the past. This was the two
of us showing the others our love for one another, the never- ending love
between a father and daughter that would always be there no matter who I
married.
Over the years my dad and I had fucked so many times we each knew the
subtle signs and hints of impending orgasms and I was using every
instinct I had to time this right. He came so close a couple of time
that I thought I might have overdone it but he managed to keep it under
control until the right moment came. The finale suddenly lit up the sky
and I gave his dick everything my pussy could muster. Just before the
last firework exploded, so did my dad. With all the heat of the water it
was impossible to actually feel his cum entering me but there was no
mistaking it was happening, especially since he made it a point to tell
me!
“Take it baby... take my cum,” he gasped as he squeezed my hips so hard
it almost hurt.
I put all my weight down on him, pushing him as deep into me as I could
as he grimaced and then gasped and I knew from the thrusts under me that
my father was releasing his final load of cum for the day deep inside of
his daughter’s hungry pussy.
It was suddenly so quiet and all we could hear was the distant applause
from the park as the how ended. I looked next door to me and Kristi gave
me a thumbs up. Apparently her timing had been right on as well and
Steve looked radiant after having obviously filling my cousin with his
cum.
“Good job girls, like the pros you are,” my aunt applauded, adding her
clapping to that of the crowd. I sincerely doubted THEY were applauding
anything like the same thing she was though!
I just collapsed on my dad’s lap, my arms wrapped around his shoulders
with me head buried in his neck as he stroked his hands and fingers up
and down my back down to my ass. My boobs pressed against my dad’s chest
as I felt him heaving under me to catch his breath.
“I love you SO much daddy,” I whispered in his ear.
He answered with an extra squeeze with both hands on my ass. Then we
kissed for what seemed like forever, our tongues meeting. God I love my
dad!
With that we paired up to close the night properly. I was on Steve’s lap
as Linda took her place on my dad’s. That left Kristi alone but then who
knows, maybe next she will have a fiancé of her own. I kissed Steve but
it was different from the way I kissed my dad. THAT had been a daughter
kissing her father. THIS was a woman kissing her lover. While I loved
them both, my love for Steve was totally different from how I felt about
my dad. My dad would always be that - my dad.
On the other hand Steve was now much more than a boyfriend or even a
fiancé - he was my lover and soon to be my husband. Two men, two loves,
yet one way to share it in such a way that it worked for both. Still, my
dad fucked me while Steve made love to me so it wasn't exactly the same.
Isn’t incest wonderful?
THE END