Subject: Crossing the Line - Committing Adultery
Story Codes: MF oral adultery incest father daughter
Diary Date: May 19, 2012
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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When you’re married it's a fine line between having sex with another man
and committing adultery. Would I ever cross that line? I've always said
I never would but does that mean I won't?
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 – Words With Different Meanings
Chapter 2 – The Seven Month Itch
Chapter 3 - Motivation
Chapter 4 - Finding the One
Chapter 5 - Making a Connection
Chapter 6 - Crossing the Line
Chapter 7 - Tables Turned
Chapter 1 – Words With Different Meanings
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The English language is a wonderful thing yet at the same time can be so
confusing it's wonder anyone ever learns it at all! Forget the weird
spellings and other such idiosyncrasies, just look at how many words mean
almost the same thing but yet are really drastically different in how
they are interpreted.
For example, take the word "slut". To me, I’m proud when someone calls
me a slut as I take that to mean they see me as being sexy and desirable
and unafraid to use those qualities to get what I want. A lot depend on
who calls me that. Like my dad, when he calls me his "little slut" it’s
a term of endearment. My mom called me a slut when I was a teen because
she knew I was sexually active and not extremely particular about who I
did it with. Then there were the snobbish girls back in high school to
whom I was a dirty slut. So far as they were concerned the word was
synonymous with whore except I wasn't getting paid - at least in cash.
Wow, it’s amazing how one word can have so many interpretations.
As another example, what’s "sex"? Oh sure the answer may seem obvious
but I'm referring to what people mean when they say someone is having
sex. My definition is pretty straightforward, a bit clinical, and so far
as I’m concerned biblically correct. Simply put, sex is the penetration
of a female vagina by a male penis... period. I suppose I should add,
“regardless of the depth of penetration” as once the tip is in, may as
well be all in so far as the act is concerned. Another way of putting it
is, if you can't get pregnant as a result, it’s not sex.
Despite come people’s claims, I’m not all that naïve so I’m well aware
that many people use a much broader definition. Take the phrase "oral
sex". I know what people mean by it, but it's not true "sex" even though
many people would disagree with me. It’s the same with "anal sex". I
can't become pregnant if a guy cums in my ass so therefore it can’t be
real sex. Fondling, groping, etc.... none of that is sex in my book but
there are extremist who would claim otherwise.
The reason I point at the word "sex" with such narrow focus is it
directly impacts the definitions and meanings of other words. Take
incest for example. Incest is defined (at least in my dictionary) as
having sex with someone directly related to you as in a parent, sibling
or first cousin. Well, that means anything that does NOT involve a penis
penetrating a vagina cannot be called incest. That’s a critical
distinction as it means that a young girl sucking her father's dick is
not committing incest, she’s simply sucking his dick.
Sex and incest merge when it comes to adultery. Adultery is when a
married person has sex with someone that is not incestual sex. Hopefully
now the definitions of sex and incest can be seen as being crucial to the
debate over adultery. As a married woman I can blow all the men I want
and it's not sex so it's not adultery. I can have sex with my uncle but
since that would be incest it falls outside the lines of adultery.
One thing more about adultery. What I just described is all based on how
my mother raised me and as such reflects HER morals and values. Now that
I'm married my first duty is to submit to my husband. Please, no
feminists as submission does NOT mean I’m his slave but rather that I AM
his wife. As such since my wedding I’ve had to adapt my personal morals
and ethics to a further restriction on what constitutes adultery - it
isn't adultery if your spouse is OK with it. For me and Steve we agreed
that this means we have each given blanket authorization so long as
sooner or later we tell the other about it. So long as it’s all up front
and nothing is done behind the other's back, then we both agreed that
this was OK for our marriage.
Chapter 2 – The Seven Month Itch
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So now a major part of our marriage, at least when it comes to sex,
involves other people outside our marriage family. Steve and I swap
regularly, enjoy family-style parties and have occasionally met with
other people alone. The key to keeping our marriage successful has been
nothing is ever hidden. usually we are together, or at least in the same
vicinity, when having sex with other people and those few times when we
were apart we made sure the other was fully informed as soon as possible
afterwards. If anything, I think the trust and pride we have in each
other as expressed by such activities has strengthened our marriage more
than anything else.
So given all that, why in the world would anyone want to do anything to
jeopardize such a relationship?
It reminds me a fable where the frog carries the scorpion across the
river and the scorpion stings the frog, causing them both to drown. The
frog asked why the scorpion would do such a thing and the response was,
“It’s my nature.”
So why would I want to go out and something I swore I would never do -
commit adultery?
It’s my nature.
For all my life, at least since I was fourteen and started having sex, I
was never happy with just plain old sex. I’ve always felt like there has
to be something extra, some element of risk, something that would shock
people, something that would allow people to see me a desirable sexual
creature. Just look through my diary and this line of thinking should be
obvious. When I was only fourteen I was already sucking boys’ dicks in a
movie theaters, getting fucked in a mall restroom, even doing it under
the stage during an outdoor church service. Once I discovered the thrill
of seduction and the ego-boosting results of driving a happily married
man to commit adultery for the first time, it has since been one of my
favorite “hobbies”.
Other things I swore I would never do have turned out to be things I
WOULD do with right motivation. It was easy to say I wouldn't when so
many things were still new but as time goes by you start looking for even
more riskier adventures and suddenly those “taboo” areas are no longer
off-limits. When my husband informed me of his need to fuck other women
my definition of adultery had to broaden to include men outside of my
family.
Similarly my stand against underage sex withered when my husband turned
out to have the same uncontrollable needs and desires as my father.
Heck, sometime I jokingly say I married my father but in many ways I did,
at least when it comes to his sexual needs.
Granted, there are SOME lines that simply can’t be crossed. For instance
I would never do anything to bring harm to anyone. Perhaps the most non-
negotiable area is my faith as I would NEVER do anything against God or
my church. I can live with my husband’s reluctance to attend church
services so long as he never tries to stop me from going.
So if my husband could drive me to cross so many other ethical and moral
lines, should it really be any shock that I would go beyond even those
lines behind his back?
What might seem odd to some people is the only reason I chose not to tell
my husband about my plans was that I knew if I DID tell him that he would
be OK with it and that would eliminate all the risk and excitement. It’s
like when I fuck married men. When Steve and I swap with other couples
it’s not nearly as erotic to me when the wife is a part of things as
compared to when we do it on his bed and his wife has no clue her husband
is fucking me where she sleeps. Maybe a part of it is I just want to see
if I COULD get away with it. Every girl’s gotta have SOME secrets,
doesn’t she?
Sorry, I realize that it’s somewhat cliché to talk about the “seven year
itch” when it comes to marriages. For me it wasn't seven years but more
like seven months or so when I first started to think about it. Steve
and I’d just finished swapping with another couple and I was lying in bed
with a virtual stranger (well, not as much as stranger as he had been a
few hours earlier) thinking about all that had happened between us. It
suddenly occurred to me that while I had a good time to be sure, there
really hadn’t been anything all that erotic or exciting about it. It was
just sex. Yes, it was GOOD sex but just sex all the same. We’d gotten
together knowing ahead of time what would happen, it happened, and that
was it. Where was the challenge? What was the risk? Did anyone care
about what we did? His wife certainly didn’t, not judging from the
sounds coming from the other bedroom!
It was then I started to fantasize about going out on my own to meet
another husband who was looking for someone besides his wife. He needed
to be a decent man and loving husband and father but one who just
couldn't bear not having sex as his wife had closed that door after the
third child. Even then it was always the same, a little fondling and
kissing, then missionary style until he came. She never even orgasmed
during sex and as for oral sex... forget it! As you can see I pretty
much had my fantasy lover all figured out.
Feeling a bit guilty, I wanted to tell Steve about my fantasies which
were intruding more and more into my everyday life. To make it even
worse I found myself thinking about my imaginary lover when Steve was
making love to me. As I walked the stores and streets I would look at
the men walking with their wives and families and wonder what it would be
like to have them fuck me while I wore her favorite lingerie.
At the same time my lust was growing, so was my guilt. You can't grow up
as I did with your mother preaching the sins of adultery and NOT feel
guilty about thoughts about it. As it was I was stretching the
boundaries that she’d imbedded deep in my soul. My mom never would agree
to swap during my parents’ twenty five years of marriage which was also
something that kept it from going much past twenty five years. If my mom
could go a quarter of a century without sinning, then how bad was I if I
couldn't make it for one year?
While the guilt was always there, the lust and desires in me kept
growing, crowding out the guilt a little more each day. I knew it
wouldn't be long before they gained control over my guilt; the question
was becoming more a matter of who and when than if.
It’s hard to pinpoint the precise moment but I have a pretty good idea
about when the dam broke and I decided that I’d do it. We were attending
one of the “family” sex parties that my Aunt Linda has helped to get us
involved with. The general rule was that you had to be a family with
both parents (unless divorced or otherwise separated) and all your kids
had to be involved so long as none were over seventeen or under nine
years old. Since technically that filtered out me and Steve, we only got
in because my aunt was one of the more senior members of the group and
used her considerable influence to get us a pass.
When we first went to these type of parties I only went to satisfy my
husband, just as I had done previously when my father asked me to
accompany him so he could get in (men were required to have their
daughter with them to gain entry). Oh sure I find young boys cute and
teaching 4-6 grades I certainly had my hands full at times with their
emerging hormones. Yet I can't say I really ever seriously wanted them
sexually. It’s one of those things that’s fun to masturbate about but
push come to shove, I never really wanted to do it.
It didn't take long for my attitudes to change though thanks to my horny
and slightly perverted husband. Now I find myself as excited to go to
the family parties as Steve is, well maybe not QUITE as excited as him
but I’m getting a little closer each time.
All this was after we had started swapping so in the space of less than
one year of marriage, virtually every limitation that I’d envisioned
would apply to my marriage had been eliminated. Wow, makes me wonder
what will happen in our second year!
Now, laying in my bed after a pleasant if not overly memorable evening of
sex with a man who wasn't my husband, I asked myself what was left? I
don’t have any interest in anything weird like BSDM, scat or bestiality
so within the boundaries of “normal” sex could I be at my peak already
before my 28th birthday? Face it, the specter of turning thirty draws
closer every day and I know I’m not looking like a sixteen year-old
school girl anymore as it is.
It was suddenly like being claustrophobic, like someone has squeezing me
and I couldn't breathe. My chest felt like it was wrapped with steel
bands. I felt trapped in maze with nowhere to go. Steve is a wonderful
husband and doesn’t restrict me in any way, at least when it comes to
sex. If I want to have sex with someone, anyone for that matter, he is
fine with it. If anything he encourages me to go out and do it with
other guys. He especially loves it when he gets to watch! Granted, a
part of his insistence that I do it with other men might have something
to do about assuaging his guilt about wanting to be with other women - or
girls in his case, but I like to think it’s because he loves me and
trusts me.
What could I do to escape the trap I was in? All my life I could find
ways to shock people, to cross the line. Now it was like the line was
behind me with nothing left to go after. My husband had freed me from
all the restrictions of marriage yet I still felt like a lioness in a
cage. Talk about being confused!
Well, he’d freed me from everything except adultery... I mean REAL
adultery, not just the technical term. I mean adultery as in CHEATING
which means doing it behind your spouse’s back. We’d never agreed to
doing that but then I knew he was going out with my aunt to have sex with
girls and wasn't telling me. Didn't that give me the right to do the
same, at least in principle?
The whole thing was driving me crazy. Really, if I was going to keep my
sanity what other choice did I have? There was only way to feel complete
and rid myself of this feeling of entrapment before it ruined my marriage
was to cheat on my husband.
At least it made sense to me.
Chapter 3 - Motivation
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A lot of men and more than a few women have contacted me over the years
to tell me about how they've cheated on their spouse. Sure there are
those jerks who just can't control themselves and even though their
spouse does everything humanly possible to please them, they have to have
more. Well, I have absolutely no respect for these people. Why did they
get married in the first place?
Thankfully those kind of people are the minority. I say thankfully as
otherwise I might have a pretty cynical view on life in general if they
represented the majority of marriages. In most cases the adultery occurs
because one half of the marriage no longer feels the desire, no matter
what the reason, to sexually please their partner. I'm sure the real
statistics are more equal, but given the nature of my forum I suppose
it's only natural that I hear about it more from men than women.
WHY the one person turns away from sex has about as many reasons as
people writing me. Age, kids, work... all factors. For many it’s losing
sex appeal when their partner gains 100 pounds or something like that.
Everyone has a reason and it’s always the “fault” of their spouse. There
have been a few that take responsibility for their situation but those
honest souls are VERY few and far between.
I would suppose that people could look at someone like me and wonder why
in the world I would ever want to commit adultery. First off, it’s not
that easy simply because anything I might want (at least when it comes to
sex) I know my husband would approve of if he knew about it! Given that
adultery is defined as the act of sex with someone other than your spouse
or relative without the consent of your spouse, that makes it pretty hard
for me to do no matter how I feel about it. It’s almost like I have to
commit TWO acts - first to have sex without Steve’s consent and then to
hide it from him. So if I’m lucky enough to have a husband who
essentially has given me blanket permission to have sex with anyone I
want, whenever I want, just so long as I tell him, why in the world would
I want to commit adultery?
First, it’s not like I want to “commit adultery”. What I want is to
experience sex with another man and keep the experience to myself to
treasure. The fact that this type of act is also defined as adultery
just complicates the situation. Sometimes it’s just important to have
something for yourself, something only you know about, something you can
smile about when you’re with your husband and you think about it but he
has no idea what’s behind that wry little smile on your face.
It’s like when I’m at a store and run across a man who fucked me behind
his wife’s back and now she’s walking alongside of him with their two
kids in tow. The feeling I get inside of me when I see them and smile,
then look directly into his eyes and seeing the terror of worrying what I
might say (but never would) is what makes me so horny I’m masturbating in
my car later on the way home.
In a non-sexual context, it’s like buying that naughty app for your iPad
and not telling your husband. Or maybe buying a new pair of shoes just
for you and not telling him about it. In both cases he wouldn't mind but
it makes it feel so much naughtier that he doesn’t know.
So it was after nine months of marriage. It wasn’t like I was unhappy or
frustrated, especially when it came to sex. I could NEVER ask for a
better lover than my husband. When I learned that he wanted to swap with
other couples it just added a delightful twist to our marriage I’d never
anticipated. Even his obsession with little girls, while a little weird
at first, was good in terms of opening my eyes to new possibilities and
bringing some excitement to our lives when it was most needed.
Yes, I definitely couldn't complain about the quantity or variety of my
sex life after nine years of marriage. Like how many women can say their
sex life improved after marriage?
So again, why commit adultery?
Ok, so I was getting enough sex to satisfy three women and enough variety
to spin my head but it all had one thing in common - Steve. God, this is
SO hard to explain so bear with me...
I love Steve more than anyone or anything I ever have in all my life. I
love him more today than the day I said my vows. I love him more than I
ever thought was possible to love someone! Still, there are times when I
wish he wasn’t involved in every aspect of my sex life.
If I’m really honest with myself I’d have to say it’s more than just some
horny feeling inside that’s driving me. One thing that DID surprise me
about my husband after we got married was how similar he is to my father
when it comes to certain addictions and sexual needs, especially when it
comes to pedophilia. After seeing what happened to my parents’ marriage
when my mom didn’t deal well with the issue, I was determined not to let
my marriage suffer the same fate as theirs over it.
Whether I morally agree with everything my husband craves isn’t the
issue. I’m his wife and as such compelled to submit to him so it was up
to me to find a way to deal with it. In a way it makes me feel a little
hypocritical - not because I found myself doing things I swore I’d never
do (what choice did I have?) but rather that I enjoyed doing them as much
as I did. It was like I used my vows to rationalize something that I
found that I also wanted but couldn't admit it, not even to myself. Yes,
it IS wrong but god I love doing it!
Is it any wonder that having to deal with such demons that I don’t feel
just a little resentment towards Steve for placing me in this situation
in the first place? He knew I was against adultery - adultery as my
mother defined it in which case spousal consent had no bearing. Yet
knowing how I felt he till demanded that we swap with other couples. Do
I enjoy it? Hell yes! Do I feel guilty about how much I DO enjoy it?
Of course I do - you don't erase twenty years or so of conditioning and
just through all your morals and ethics out the window and not feel
SOMETHING. Who can I blame but Steve for putting me in this position?
Like adultery, it’s Steve’s fault that I feel the way I do now about
young boys and girls. For over 26 years I adamantly opposed sex with
underage kids, at least by adults, unless it was incestual. When I
learned that my mother had to leave my father because he could no longer
contain his desires for twelve year old girls, I was bitter to say the
least. So imagine how I felt the first time Steve told me he felt the
same as my father?
It was bad enough that Steve wanted to be involved in such things but
then he insisted I do what my dad had made me do - get involved. As his
daughter, my dad had the right to insist but at least he only pulled that
cord a couple of times. Steve, on the other hand, expected much more
from me. Like swapping, the problem I faced was that once I got over my
initial revulsion and saw it for what it was - consensual sex, I found
myself just as enamored with it as my husband and father. It’s like an
additive drug that an dealer gives to you for free and without knowing
it’s happening you find yourself hooked.
All this because of my husband. When I walked down the aisle holding my
dad’s arm I resolved to be faithful to my husband for the rest of my
life. I felt no need to have “family” sex. I was prepared to give up
the swinging lifestyle. I was determined to raise a family in a healthy
environment and basically be the best wife and mother I could be.
Well, if Steve could change all those dreams, then didn’t I deserve
something for myself? Didn’t I deserve a little bit of payback?
I did... and I would get it.
As anyone who knows my background will tell you, many of my biggest
fantasies revolve around seducing a married man with a teenage daughter.
Preferably he’s never cheated before and while he might fantasize about
all sorts of naught encounters, he’s pretty resolved himself to his
circumstances. Yes, his teenage daughter drives him nuts to the point he
even sneaks a pair of her panties to masturbate with, but he would never
have the courage to actually go any further. So when he finds out that he
has the chance to be with a girl like me, it’s thrilling for us both. I
do it just for fun and excitement, not to have an affair or hurt his
marriage. The last thing I want is for his wife to find out. Ruining
someone’s life isn’t good for anyone involved. Still, that doesn’t mean
I don’t enjoy smiling at his wife if I ever see them together!
Fantasies are easy. Actually FINDING this guy is a LOT harder than what
you may imagine. My best luck has always been in church but over the
years even that has become more difficult as I’ve pretty much tapped that
resource.
There’s an old saying my dad use to love to quote - “Beggars can’t be
choosers.” What I take from that is you can’t always have everything
exactly the way you want. While I’ve just described one of my ultimate
fantasies, that doesn’t mean I don’t compromise my ideals at times. The
only limitation for me is he has to be married. I would prefer his wife
not know but I really would rather she not be directly involved.
Watching is one thing, participating is another. If a husband wants to
see me with his wife then their marriage must be good enough to support
such things so why does he need me?
So why married? First, it makes the odds of anything bad happening from
a medical perspective. A husband who isn’t a serial cheater more than
likely isn’t carrying anything whereas the single guy hitting the bar
scene may be a walking Petri dish of god knows what.
Second, single guys are easy. Most of them can’t get laid so they’ll all
but pay you for sex - and some have offered. The ones that DO get it on
a regular basis don’t appeal to me. I want to be someone special to
them, someone they will remember all their lives, not just another notch
on their belt.
That also applies to why I like married men for sex. Assuming I’m the
first girl they cheat with, imagine what they think about every time they
are intimate with their wife after that? It really builds my ego knowing
I am now a permanent part of his life, someone he will never forget after
having done something he will always remember. If he feels guilty about
it, so much the better as then he may never do it again - leaving ME as
the only girl he ever cheats with, the only one he remembers when he is
with his wife.
Gee, I’ve really rambled on but hopefully I’m getting my point across as
to why I felt the need, the compulsion even, to go out and have sex
behind my husband’s back.
Chapter 4 - Finding the One
===========================
I suppose I could have easily headed for the nearest club or bar wearing
a slutty outfit and let the first guy to hit up on me take me home but
where was the fun and challenge to that? I’ve always maintained that ANY
girl can get laid in the next thirty minutes if she really had to and
wasn’t particular about who did her. No, if I was going to do this then
I was going to make it worth it. In the previous chapter I explained the
type of guy I was looking for and why. Now it was just a matter of
finding him.
Then it struck me... like DUH!
I quickly grabbed my iPhone and called. My dad answered the phone...
“Hey baby girl, everything OK?”
I think when I’m fifty years old my dad will still be calling me his baby
girl but I didn't mind. It went along with the other descriptions of me
I cherished - “precious”, “princess”, even “my little slut”.
For a moment I felt guilty. It had been a while since I’d called which
is why he must have thought something was wrong.
I didn't waste any time, we could catch up on things later and after all,
it had only been like five days since he’d last fucked me so it wasn’t
like I was being a total stranger.
One thing a lot of people don’t know about me which I find amusing is
that I fly radio controlled model planes. Actually I think my dad tells
people that I “crash” them more than fly them but that’s his
interpretation. My dad has been into the hobby since he was a teenager
so it was natural for me to tag along with him to the air strip as a
little girl to watch. As I got older he would let me fly with him
keeping control on another controller but eventually I was soloing... and
crashing with regularity but he never seemed to mind. He just kept
buying cheap trainers for me and never let me touch his “good” planes.
RC planes are pretty much a guy thing. The club my dad belongs to has
maybe forty to fifty members with perhaps anywhere from 3-10 flying on a
given night. Most of them are his age or older although a couple of
younger guys show up know and then. Virtually all of them are married
but for the most part their wives never come with them or their families.
My dad always took a little ribbing for me tagging along. Funny how that
ribbing died off as I got older!
I always have an instructor with me when I fly as my dad has never felt
comfortable with my going totally solo. It wasn't the planes he was
worried about, it was when I almost crashed into the prep area that he
realized I was a bit of a walking safety hazard. Well, as the only girl
flying I never had a problem finding someone to volunteer to help me fly.
It didn't hurt that I tried my best to flirt and wear slutty shorts and
tank tops, that sort of thing.
It has been years since I flew with my dad. I’m not sure why we stopped
but it was like once I went to college and got out of the habit, it never
started back up again. Plus, not living at home had a lot to do with it
since flying was usually a spur of the moment thing with my dad’s crazy
work schedule so when I was living at home it was easy to keep up with
him. As a result I hadn’t really thought about it much but now I was
psyched - why hadn’t I ever thought of this before?
When I explained to my dad what I was thinking he quickly bought in.
“So baby, you got your eyes on anyone in particular?” he asked, “You know
the membership has changed a bit since your last time so maybe you should
just come and check things out before jumping into anything... or
anyone.”
It was a sensible idea and as luck would have it, my dad said he was
thinking about heading to the file in the next few days and he would call
me to let me know. Then he added...
“Of course there’s a little matter of a finder’s fee,” he teased me.
“Oh daddy!” I sighed.
My dad never quit. It was like ever since he’d first fucked me almost
twelve years ago now that anytime he did anything for me there was always
a “fee” of some sort. It wasn't like I didn't mind paying my fees! If
it turned him on to play his little game then I was more than happy to
please him by going along with it.
“As always, all fees payable up front,” he continued, trying to sound all
serious like some announcer at the end of a TV commercial.
“Oh daddy!” I sighed yet again but this time I added, “You know anytime
you want to fuck me all you have to do is ask!”
The husky chuckle at the other end of the line told me all I needed to
know.
“Dad! Are you masturbating about me right now?”
“Me?”
Yeah right, like I couldn't tell.
“Why don’t you come over and find out?”
My pussy tingled and I really did wish I could. If he had come right out
and asked I would’ve gone, no questions asked. In the past twelve years
I’ve never once refused my father, at least not when it came to sex. The
fact that he put it the way he did was his way of saying he wouldn’t mind
fucking me but at the moment he wasn't in dire need of anything. In this
case I was busy with things around the house so it worked out best for me
not drop things just to perform my duties as his daughter.
Just a note... this was one of the things I loved about my dad. I can
see where some men might abuse their position and insist their daughter
do things anytime they want without regards to her feelings or needs.
Yes, there WERE times when my dad would impose a bit but he really did
try to minimize such things. Like tonight, I knew he would fuck me if I
came over but he also wasn't pushing me to do it if I was busy. I love
him so much for being such a considerate dad!
Sure enough, the next evening he called and said he would pick me up in
twenty minutes. I’d been expecting the call so I was already dressed and
ready. RC planes are usually flown in the evening when the winds are at
their calmest. It was mid-May and the weather could go both ways but
fortunately tonight was a warm spring evening so I had chosen a pair of
killer denim shorts that were cut off right at my butt. A stretch tube
top was all I wore besides the shorts and I rubbed my nipples through it
and was pleased to see them poking through. A pair of heels would have
looked great but not exactly the thing to wear at a grass air strip so I
thought about going with a pair of pink sneakers with white anklet socks.
Then I thought about it again and thought what the heck, why not and
grabbed the heels. I looked through my closet and found an old Steeler
ball cap. Pulling my hair back in a ponytail, I ran it through the back
of the cap.
A plain gold anklet around my right ankle, a couple more around my neck,
followed by a pair of small diamond earrings. I loved to wear them when
I was out with my dad as they always reminded me of my 18th birthday when
he gave them to me for Christmas. Well, he gave them to me when I was
sitting on his dick Christmas morning! Like I said, special memories...
Other than that I didn't even need a purse or a wallet as you don’t need
a driver’s license to fly a model airplane. I heard my dad knocking on
the door of our apartment and hurried to greet him.
“Hey baby,” he greeted me after giving me a big kiss on the lips, “Damn,
you’re looking hot tonight! Where’s your husband?”
There was something in the way he asked me about Steve that caught my
ear. My dad was OK with Steve being my husband and they shared many
interests (however models planes was NOT one of those). While they each
had the same feelings for me, at least sexually, my dad was never
comfortable doing anything with me when Steve was around. The funny
thing is, Steve was the same way when it came to my dad. The really
funny thing is neither of them has any issue having anyone else watch
them fuck me. If anything they got turned on by being watched. So when
my dad asked where Steve was, my Spidey senses were alerted.
“He’s working en extra half-shift,” I explained, “Someone called in sick
so Steve and another guy are covering for him.”
“It’s going to be another hour before prime flying time... don’t you have
a fee to settle?”
Ahhhhh, so THAT was where he was going with this line of questioning.
Duh, why hadn’t I been expecting it knowing my dad!
“Well, unless you’re going to fuck me in the open door then you’d better
come in and close it.”
My heart skipped a beat as he looked around as if to see if anyone was
watching or could see us. For a brief moment I thought he might just do
that! Then the common sense lawyer took over and he took a couple of
steps in and shut the door behind him.
We kissed again, this time more passionately with our tongues
intertwined. He had one hand on each of my butt cheeks, pressing his
crotch into me so I could feel his hard erection poking through the gray
sweat pants he was wearing. Hmmmmmm, I had a feeling that was ALL he was
wearing from the way it was poking out!
“So what are you waiting for? Pay up little girl. Get on your knees and
suck your daddy’s dick.”
Like he had to tell me! Actually, I preferred it when he did, it seemed
so much hotter when my dad told me what to do.
“Yes daddy,” I said softly, assuming a submissive position as I dropped
to my knees before him.
It wasn’t like I was his slave but at the same time I WAS his daughter
and as such he deserved my respect as well as my submission. Besides, he
loved it when I acted like this so I laid it on pretty thick.
“Take off those shorts, you know how I hate you covering up your bottom.”
“Yes daddy,” I said, smiling this time. Oh yeah, indeed I knew!
The sweat pants he was wearing didn’t have an opening in front. It was
more than obvious now that my dad wasn’t wearing any underwear. There was
clearly nothing containing his erection under those pants. I couldn't
help but smile to myself at his involuntary reaction. Actually that’s
one of the things that turns me on when a man becomes erect - the fact
that it is totally out of his control. No man I’ve ever heard of can
will himself to either become erect or not. Thus when I see a man react
as my dad was now to me, I know that it is a true indicator or how he
feels about me. A man can SAY all he wants about how much I turn him on
or how good I look but it’s his dick that never lies!
Standing back up again, I wiggled my way out of my shorts, leaving my
tube top in place, at least for the moment. Slipping them over me heels,
I just let them drop next to me on the floor leaving me wearing nothing
but my tube top and heels. Before I resumed “the position”, I twirled
around to let him get a good view of my butt.
“Now THAT’s much better,” he mused, spanking me lightly on the right butt
cheek as I turned, “Damn, what an ass!”
Smiling, I bent down again until my face was level with his crotch.
Reaching out with both hands, I grabbed his sweat pants by the waist band
and worked them down to his knees, freeing his rigid dick such that now
it was staring directly at me as it emerged from the thick bush of dark
pubic hair at its base.
“Mmmmmmm, somebody’s horny,” I teased as I reached out and grabbed the
shaft with my right hand, using my left to cup his hairy balls and gently
work them with my fingers.
My dad just sighed and put his hands on my head, pulling it into his
crotch.
“Damn it Kelly, stop teasing and suck it.”
He must have been REALLY horny as usually he liked this sort of foreplay
where I would just stroke him and play with his cock, maybe kissing it or
giving it a quick lick with the tip of my tongue. Then again, judging
from how firm it felt in my hand, he didn't need any more encouragement!
At first I just took the tip of his dick into my mouth, my lips sealing
around his shaft just under where his helmet ended. It left me with
plenty of room inside to run my tongue around him, teasing the hole at
the tip and then working all around the smooth warm surface. My efforts
were rewarded by his moans of pleasure and more pressure on the back of
my head as he tried to push himself into my mouth further.
Pushing back against him, I let his dick slip from between my lips and
looked up at him with my eyebrows furrowed.
“Now Daddy, you know better... don't push so hard.”
Without waiting for a response, I resumed my attention to my dad’s dick,
this time licking the shaft up and down, then running my lips along it as
it got wet with my tongue just barely sticking out between them.
“Fuck this, I need to sit down,” he said, releasing my head and moving
over to the couch where he sat down on the edge with his legs spread
apart obscenely.
I was close behind. This was actually better for both of us as I could
now actually kneel given the carpet under us. Also, it was easier to
keep my balance by resting my forearms on my dad’s legs as I gripped the
base of his dick and bent it towards me so I could take it into my mouth
again.
“Oh yeah Kelly... just like that!” he groaned as I took his dick
completely in my mouth, the tip of it pushing down into my throat.
My dad pushed my head down, driving his dick even further down my throat
as I fought back the gag reflex and then felt my face pressing into that
hairy bush of pubic hair I knew so well.
For the next few minutes I blew my dad. Pretty standard stuff, just
bobbing on his dick but he wasn't complaining! In fact he wasn't saying
a word other than grunting and moaning but that didn't bother me. It’s
when he doesn’t say anything that I know he’s really enjoying what I’m
doing to him.
He was getting close. God, how many times had I sucked this dick?
Probably more times than every other dick I’d ever sucked combined I bet
if I could somehow get an official count. While my husband now got most
of my attention, it would be a long time before his scores equaled my
dad’s given the head start my dad had on him.
“God that feels so good,” he sighed and then surprised me by pushing my
head away from his dick. I looked up at him and our eyes met as he
smiled at me and said, “But I don’t want to cum in your mouth... I want
to fuck you... I want to cum in my little girl.”
At 27 I was hardly his “little girl” anymore but I guess age is all
relevant. Sometimes I think when I’m forty I’ll still be his “little
girl”.
My dad pushed himself back further into the couch, bringing his legs
together while motioning for me to climb aboard. My tube top was feeling
restrictive so I quickly slipped it up and over my head, tossing it on
the couch next to him. Cupping my boobs in each hand, I tugged on my
hard nipples with each thumb and forefinger, twisting them and pulling on
them.
As I got up on the couch I was now totally naked with the exception of my
heels as I knew it turned my dad on to fuck me when I was wearing
something on my feet. Not sure why, but something turns him (and a lot
of men it seems) when I wear sock, sneakers or heels when they have sex
with me. They may prefer me nude otherwise, but shoes or socks can
really get them going.
At first I just kneeled on the couch, straddling my dad’s bare legs as I
leaned forward and wrapped my arms around his neck, smashing my boobs
into his chest as I did. We kissed and I could feel his tongue exploring
my mouth, meeting my tongue and toying with me. His hands moved to cup
my butt, one cheek in each as he squeezed them and rubbed them
alternately.
“I love you daddy,” I whispered as we kissed, “I want to make you happy.”
Indeed, that is what I really wanted more than anything at this moment -
to please my father and make him happy. Really, why else would I have
sex with him. He was my father, not a lover or even a boyfriend. He
definitely wasn't just some guy I picked up to have some raw sex with.
No, this was the man I’d known all my life, the man who gave his sperm to
conceive me, the man who raised me, the man who had given me so much over
my lifetime. After having given ME so much, how could I not want to give
him back what he needed most?
“Tell me what you want daddy... tell me how to please you.”
My dad looked me directly in the eyes, a look of lust and desire filling
them. It was at times just like this moment when I knew no matter what
anyone might say, what I was doing was right and moral. There was no
mistaking what he wanted yet I loved for him to say it out loud.
“Oh baby... my baby... I want you,” he sighed letting out a long breath,
“You know I want you more than anything. God I NEED you... you know what
I want... do it.”
It wasn't quite what I was hoping for but good enough. Still, rather
than just taking him in me I could do one more thing for him...
“Fuck me daddy... I want you to fuck me.”
I thought he was going to cum right then the way he groaned at my words!
Without further delay, I reached down between my legs and grabbed his
steel-hard dick, directing it to my waiting pussy. I don’t know who
moaned louder as the thick head penetrated me!
“Oh yes daddy, fuck me... I want you in me.”
Actually in this position it was me doing the fucking I guess you might
say as I controlled his penetration in me, even though his hips were
instinctively thrusting upward to try to speed up the process. Despite
his efforts, I tried to take him in me as slow as I could, trying to
enjoy the feel of every inch as it force its way into my pussy,
stretching me out and filling me with his manhood.
Finally I bottomed out, my butt pressing down on my father’s lap as I put
my full weight on it, driving him into me as deeply as he would go. My
ass was tickled by his coarse pubic hair as I ground myself slowly on his
shaft. I leaned back as he supported me with his hands while he leaned
forward as well to suck on my nipples. Mmmmmmm, I loved the feel of his
tongue and lips on my boobs, especially when my nipples were as hard and
sensitive as they were now.
As my dad attended to my boobs, I reached down and felt the base of his
dick with my fingertips. There wasn't much to touch as the rest of it
was inside of me. OMG I loved the thought of him in me - not to mention
the feel of it. It was a sensation I doubt I will ever grow tired of -
the feeling of my own father joined with me, our bodies coupled together
in the most intimate and loving way possible.
I slowly rode his dick, using my pussy to squeeze him and then release
him as I worked my ass in circles to pleasure him. He was getting close
as he leaned back against the couch and looked down at his crotch to
watch his dick moving in and out of me.
“Cum in me daddy... give me your love... show me how much you love me,” I
begged him over and over and then over again. My exhortations were
rewards as he grabbed my hips and pushed me down onto him, thrusting his
hips upward as he began to ejaculate within me.
“Oh fuck!” he cried out as he came, shooting one load of cum into me
after another.
I have no idea how much cum my pussy has received over the years from all
the guys who have fucked me but I imagine it must be measureable in
gallons by now. It didn't matter. It seemed like every time my dad came
in me it was like the first time. I can still remember the first day he
fucked me and how incredible it made me feel when he came in me that very
first time, when he showed me more than ever before how much he loved and
respected me. It was no different now, not after the hundreds of times
he’d done it. OMG, my own father loved me so much that he wanted to do
this with me! What girl wouldn't feel special, wouldn't feel like a
princess, wouldn't crave her father’s sexual love for her?
After he came I fell forward into his arms as we kissed and hugged,
father and daughter together as only a father and daughter can be.
“I love you so much daddy,” I said softly as I sat still on his lap,
feeling the occasional spasm of his dick within me.
I rested my head then on his shoulder to let him catch his breath. He
ran his fingers through my hair with one hand as he traced the other hand
and fingers slowly up and down my bare back going from my neck to the
crack of my ass sending tingles through my entire body. God it felt so
good to have my dad love me like this!
If it was up to me, we could have stayed like this a lot longer, maybe
even long enough for him to regain his erection and resume fucking me
without even letting him out of me in between. My dad, however, was more
practical as usual.
“C’mon Kelly, we need to get going or it will be too late.”
I was tempted to ask too late for what as I was getting everything I
wanted right at this moment. Still, I knew he was right so I lifted
myself up and off his dick, feeling that funny sensation as his dick
slipped out of me and left my pussy empty once again. It was like my
pussy felt empty or incomplete, as if something was missing that it
needed to be whole.
For my dad, all he had to do was pull up his sweat pants but before he
did I did him the favor of cleaning his cum off his dick. It was as much
for my pleasure as his as I love the taste of my pussy mixed with cum
when it’s served on a dick! He may have been flaccid but that didn't
mean I didn't enjoy sucking my dad any less.
After I’d worked my shorts back on again and was adjusted my tube top, I
turned to my dad and say him grinning as he watched me dress.
“Did I please you daddy?”
My dad extended his arms and once again we hugged and kissed before he
answered, whispering in my ear, “Kelly... nobody please me the way you
do... nobody.”
What more could a father say to his daughter than that? It was what I
had hoped he would say, that was for sure!
Chapter 5 - Making a Connection
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We were at the air field in twenty minutes as thankfully the traffic
wasn't too bad. On the way we talked about the various options I might
find. It was sort of strange, as if my dad was acting as my pimp. Even
so, it seemed to turn him on to talk about various guys and whether or
not he thought I might enjoy fucking them.
“What about that guy who flew the helicopter?” I asked.
“Oh Larry? Haven’t seen him much this past year. I think he was having
marital issues so I’m not sure if maybe they’ve split and he’s moved
away.”
My dad turned his head briefly to look at me as he waited at a stoplight.
“So you’re thinking about someone like Larry then? Isn’t that a little
old even for you?”
He had a point. I was remembering these guys as I had back when I was
flying so they were all years older now.
“What about Rich?” he suggested, “His daughter’s in high school now and
from what I hear, quite the looker.”
“Does she come?” I asked.
My dad shook his head, “No, you’re really the only daughter that ever
shows up... I mean use to show up.”
“Did any of them ever say anything about me?”
That my dad smile. “No, I AM your father after all most men aren’t going
to say anything like that about you, at least not to my face. Still, it
was pretty obvious who they had their eyes on. Besides, it’s not like you
ever had problems getting an instructor to help you.”
It wasn't until we parked and my dad turned off the SUV that he addressed
the elephant in the back seat.
“So what’s this all about anyway Kelly? Does Steve know about this?”
I shook my head without saying a word so he continued, “Something going
on in Paradise I should know about?”
“Oh no, nothing like that dad,” I protested, maybe a little too quickly.
My father the lawyer was quick to pick up on that.
“I guess I always thought you and your mother shared the same feelings
about doing things behind your husband’s back. I know you guys swap so
you’ve past THAT hang-up of hers but I hadn’t realized you were sneaking
around behind his back now. Is he doing anything?”
I knew my dad which meant I knew that he wasn't going to let up until he
got the truth from me, just as he always did while I was growing up, so I
told him about my suspicions about Steve’s activities.
“Well I suppose I’m the last guy to say anything about your aunt’s
ability to ‘suggest’ things you know better than to do.”
Yeah he was right on that one. I know that as close as my mom is with her
sister, she will always be a little peeved that my aunt had enabled my
dad to meet up with young girls against the wishes of my mom. Now she
was doing the same thing with Steve but at least I wasn't going to
divorce him over it. No, I was just going to go out and do a little for
myself as well.
“Well, if you think this is the best way to handle things, I guess I
won’t stand in your way,” my dad finished and got out of the SUV.
Before long we were on the line, saying hello to the guys - and as usual,
it was ALL guys. Seeing me, a number of them said hello and remarked
about how long it had been since I’d been there. I also noticed that
almost every one of them gave me the once-over as well. Of course it
didn't bother me - I’d been disappointed if they hadn’t!
As my dad set up his gear and prepped the plane, I walked around and
watched the others. As much as they were looking at me, and thinking
lord only knows what, I wondered if any of them realized that I was
“shopping” as well.
At first I didn't see Rich and after all my dad had said about him I felt
a little disappointed that he wasn't around. Then I noticed someone
approaching from the pavilion where the rest rooms were and I was almost
sure it was him. Again, it had been a few years since I’d seen him.
“Hey, it’s Kelly!” he greeted me as he came closer, “Haven’t seen you in
ages... wow, married woman now I hear?”
I flashed my ring and smiled but left it pretty much at that. I couldn't
deny I was married but that didn't mean I needed to dwell on it and scare
him away.
“Yeah, been a year now,” was all I said and then changed the subject, “SO
I hear your daughter is in high school now. I teach 8th grade so I guess
I missed her.”
“Yep, a big sophomore this year. Just a few weeks and she’ll be having
her Sweet Sixteen birthday party.”
“Awwwwww, so sweet, I bet she has lots of boyfriends.”
Rich rolled his eyes and groaned a bit melodramatically, “I have to swat
them away like flies to a cake. Now don't take this wrong but my
daughter is pretty hot.”
An odd thing to say but I just smiled and let it pass.
“Well, my number's up next so catch ya later,” he said, giving me a wave
with his hand as he headed to his plane.
I returned to see how my dad was doing. He had it fueled, batteries
checked and was ready to go.
“Saw you met up with Rich,” he observed.
“Yeah, he said his fifteen year-old daughter was hot,” I said with a
smile.
“Well, I haven’t seen her but from what I hear, she is,” my dad
confirmed, “he must have said more than that though.”
“We didn't have much time, he was up next,” I said, looking over and
seeing him at the flight line with his plane already up.
“Well, we’re right with him so give me a hand if you’re going to be
here.”
I carried the starter and his flight box while he carried the plane which
had a wingspan almost as wide as he was tall. It was one of his favorite
plans which meant I would just be watching. He didn't mind me flying his
little planes or the trainer but my track record was pretty poor so I
never even asked to fly his better models.
Rich was done and had landed his plane safely so it was my dad’s turn. I
watched as he set the plane in place and then I grabbed the glow plug for
him. In doing so I had to lean over and as I didn't exactly bend my
knees I knew I had to be giving the group of older men a better show than
they’d seen at the air field in quite some time. If the cool feeling on
my butt was any indication, at least part of my ass was exposed when I
leaned over, not to mention a good view of my cleavage as the tube top
was barely wide enough to stay on me.
Once my dad’s plane had started, I moved back as he took his spot and
away his plane went. I backed away to give him room and just happened to
find my way alongside Rich as he was refueling. He was kneeling on the
ground as he pumped the fuel and didn't notice me until I squatted down.
It was a little tricky with my heels in the grass as I had worried back
when I was getting dressed but I managed to keep my balance. I could
feel my shorts pulling up tight in my crotch and once again, that cool
feeling of air against the bottom of my ass.
“So your daughter’s hot?” I said, getting straight to the point.
Rich looked a little surprised at my question and even blushed. I
noticed his eyes wandered to between my legs which I had somehow
forgotten to keep closed. I knew the thin material in my crotch had to
be pulling up tight against my pussy - it was driving me crazy! Then he
seemed to notice that I saw him and he quickly looked away but it wasn't
long before his eyes were making their way back to my 34C bust.
“Ummmmm, yeah I guess so,” he stuttered, “I didn't really mean anything
by that.”
“That’s OK, my dad use to tell me I was hot when I was her age and I know
it made me feel special so I’m sure your daughter feels the same way when
you tell her.”
Rich’s eyes widened a bit at that. “I... I never actually TOLD her
that.”
I smiled at Rich, trying to keep him from feeling TOO uncomfortable.
“Well you should you know. Every teenage girl needs all the
encouragement she can get, especially from her father.”
Rich was finishing up the refueling and putting away his jug of fuel so
he didn't say anything right away, leaving it up to me to continue.
“Do you think I’m hot Rich?”
Now THAT one took him by surprise and I almost laughed at how big his
eyes grew. His face was beet red by now but at the same time it didn't
deter him from almost instinctively glancing at my boobs again. The he
looked over at my dad who was concentrating on his plane in the air as if
he was sure that my dad had heard everything.
“It’s OK Rich, he doesn’t care,” I tried to reassure him.
“Aren't you married now Kelly?” he said in almost a squeak.
I almost feel over as one of my heels pushed into the soft earth so I had
to catch myself with my hand and readjust my position. Through it all my
legs spread wider apart and my boobs bounced under the tank top - all of
which he was taking in.
“So are you Rich,” I reminded him with a grin, “So what?”
Rich glanced around to be sure nobody was listening but he was at the end
of the flight line area and nobody was close enough to hear over the din
of the planes.
“So you didn't answer my question Rich.”
“Huh?” was all he could say being totally flustered now.
“I asked you if you thought I was hot. You know, like your daughter.”
Now he was looking really flustered. “I really don’t think we should be
talking about this Kelly,” he stammered.
I was pushing him a lot harder than I probably should have at this point.
Heck, it had been quite a few years since he’d seen me and I really knew
nothing about him either. Just because he made some comment about his
daughter being hot didn't mean he was looking to cheat on his wife or
fantasize about sex with his daughter. Granted, my guess is that 90% or
more of husbands and fathers DO think about such things but almost just
as many keep such thoughts to themselves and never act on them. While
I’d found that many of them CAN be persuaded if you give them the proper
“motivation”, usually I knew a lot more about them and so had a pretty
good idea of what direction they were leaning before I pressed them.
Still, I had come here today with the intent of finding someone and
judging by the looks of the other geezers, Rich was my only option unless
I was prepared to REALLY lower my standards.
“Just talkin’, nothing wrong with that, is there Rich?” I said in a
cheery voice while at the same time shifting my weight around to give him
a better view of my crotch.
Rich finally stood up after which I did as well. It was easier to tease
him squatting down but my knees were killing me! I grabbed the tops of
my tube top above each of my boobs and tugged it up as if I was trying to
get it to cover me better but in the process only made it drop even
lower.
“Stupid top, won’t stay up,” I pretended to complain. Rich didn't say
anything so I went on saying, “My dad says it’s too small for me... what
do you think Rich?”
Rich couldn't help but look at my chest again to make his “evaluation”.
He glanced over where my dad was getting ready to land. Sheesh, only
three minutes had passed? It seemed like a lot longer.
“Well I’d say it look just about right on you,” he finally decided.
“Thanks Rich!” I came back with a big grin, “Does your daughter wear
anything like this?”
Rich again hesitated. It was one of those “damned if you do, damned if
you don’t” questions.
“I haven’t seen her in anything like that but then you’re quite a bit
more... well more endowed up there than she is.”
“What size do you think I am Rich?” I asked, trying to keep the
conversation going in the right direction.
Rich was going to strain his neck if he kept twisting it back and forth
between where my dad was now collecting his plane and me.
“Ummmmm, I don’t know... 34C?”
I smiled at him and winked. “Right on the money Rich! Wow, you’re
pretty good at judging boobs.”
He smiled at that one, like he enjoyed the compliment but yet didn't want
to make too big a deal out of it.
“So what size is your wife?”
This time he game a strange look, like he was wondering where in the
world that one came from. But now he was into the game so he answered,
“I have no idea. Marge is rather... big. I mean big all over. Just say
I have twice the wife I married.”
Judging by the way he reacted to thoughts of his wife, I figured that
would be a good topic to steer clear of, at least for the time being.
Still, it gave me a new piece of information - fat wife to go along with
his daughter. Man, my dad knew how to pick ‘em!
“So how old are you Rich, 37... 38?”
Rich turned to face me directly. “OK, now I KNOW you’re playing me. I
haven’t been 37 for eleven years.”
I pretended to be hurt and pouted, “I was just being honest, you don’t
look to be as old as my dad is all I’m saying.”
Rich chuckled. “We were friends all through school, didn't you know
that?”
Actually, I didn’t. My dad hadn’t spilled that vital piece of
information. Rich continued as it looked like I’d finally hit a hot spot
for him.
“Yeah, we were quite a team back then. Hmmmmmm, if he hasn’t told you
that then I bet you didn't know I use to date your mom back in high
school.”
Wow, another piece of news. I knew my mom was quite the slut back in her
school days but she hadn’t given me a lot of specifics back then.
Sheesh, and to think my dad never said anything back when I use to come
here to fly with him back in my teen years.
He must have confused the expression on my face as I was evaluating this
latest tidbit because he quickly came back with, Oh I’m sorry Kelly...
didn't mean to bring up anything bad.”
“No, that’s cool,” I assured him without saying much more. “So you must
have had your daughter pretty late then.”
Rich shrugged. “Actually she’s the youngest. We had three other - two
boys and a girl pretty early. They’re all married with kids and all that
stuff. You might say Lindsay was a bit of a surprise.”
“She must keep you young.”
“She keeps me something I guess, not sure if it’s young though,” he said
with a bit of a laugh.
My dad had his plane back in place and walked over to join us.
“Hey Rich, making the moves on my daughter? Hate to say this but you
missed the chance long ago - she’s married now.”
Rich didn't say anything but playfully punched my dad on the shoulder.
It was funny, I’d never realized that they were classmates before. Guess
back when I was coming her with my dad I just didn't notice such things.
I was usually more interested in what guys were looking at (hopefully me)
than anything between them.
“Yeah, she flashed me the ring right away,” Rich replied, “Guess I missed
my chance.”
They were just two guys digging at each other but still, I liked it that
with my dad around Rich seemed even more open. It was sort of like when
Steve got together with his friends and each tried to one-up the other.
“I need to run to the hobby shop real quick,” my dad said to me, “I don’t
like that last batch of fuel I was using, plane seemed sluggish.”
“You can borrow some of mine John,” Rich offered but my dad politely
refused, saying he needed more anyone and it would only take twenty
minutes to get there and back.
“Now watch my girl while I’m gone,” my dad said, pointing to me, “Don’t
do anything I wouldn't do.”
It was all I could do not to laugh. If Rich only knew what door my dad
was opening for him! Poor rich, if he only knew that a little more than
an hour earlier I’d been sitting on my dad’s lap with his cock spewing
cum inside of me! Then again, what if he DID know?
“Well, I guess it’s time to get it up again,” Rich said, looking back at
his plane until it hit him as to what he’d just said.
“Oh god, I didn't mean THAT Kelly,” he quickly apologized.
I smiled and replied in as innocent a voice as I could muster, “That’s OK
Rich, I’d LOVE to help you get it up.” I licked my lips naughtily and
put my hands on my hips, giving him my “model” pose.
“Ok, Ok, that’s enough of that,” he said quickly but at the same time he
was taking in another view of my boobs.
Suddenly he startled me with a sharp, “SHIT!”
I looked down at where he was leaning over the engine. Rich was shaking
his head and cursing rather eloquently under his breath.
“Something wrong Rich?”
“Damn it, I thought for sure I’d charged the batteries last night. See
that indictor? All but dead.”
I wasn't sure what to look at but there was this thing that looked like
it was taped to the inner wall of the plane with a bunch of bars. They
were all red except the last which was barely green.
“I ALWAYS check them before I leave... at least always except tonight I
guess. Crap, this really pisses me off!!”
“So now you can’t fly?”
Rich looked up and me and then stood up again. “Nope, all done for the
night. I’d head home but I promised my dad I’d keep an eye on you.”
Whatever opening he was going to give me, I took it.
“Well I was sort of hoping you’d be keeping BOTH eyes on me Rich.”
Rich started to lean down to pick up the plane but then he stood back up
and crossed his arms defensively in front of his chest.
“OK, enough’s enough. I haven’t seen you in what, ten years? Now tonight
you show up with a ring on your finger and not much else on, all the
while hitting on me like a downtown hooker. What’s going on? Did your
dad put you up to this, like some sick practical joke?”
This wasn’t exactly going as planned. Fortunately I’d prepared a Plan B.
I put on my best “hurt” look, checked around seeing that the old geezers
were still clueless, and replied with, “My dad had nothing to do with it,
it’s all my idea. My dad just mentioned you would be here tonight, I
guess because you were high school buddies, I don’t know.”
“So it’s tease the old guy tonight?” he said accusingly, “You were always
a cockteaser back in the day but I figured being married and teaching
that you’d have grown up a bit.”
I quickly cupped my boobs, lifting them in the tube top and letting them
drop.
“Well, you DID say I’d grown up.”
Rich looked a little pissed now. “You know what I meant. Really, what’s
the story?”
Here goes Plan B. Plan A was seduction with the hopes of winning him
over. Plan B was being honest - much riskier but highly effective when
it worked.
“My husband’s out with another girl and I was looking for a little
revenge sex,” I said. What I didn't mention to him was that the “girl”
was half my age - if that old.
Rich wasn't buying it though. “So someone looking like you come HERE for
that? I don’t believe that and if I did, why here? Makes no sense to
me.”
I wasn't about to go into all the details of my fixation on m0lder
married men - especially older married men with teenage daughter,
especially ones with HOT teenage daughters.
“So I’ve got a daddy’s girl thing going, is that so wrong?”
Rich gave me an odd look and then recovered chuckling, “Knowing your
father as well as I do, that doesn’t surprise me...” and then trailed off
before saying anything more.
This was becoming more and more interesting. Actually I knew very little
of my dad’s personal life outside of our family. He always seemed to be
at work so I’d never given much thought as to who his friends might be
away from the job. Anytime he talked about “the good old days” it was
always about him and his younger brother Jim with nary a reference to
anyone else and now I find out that Rich is some sort of comrade of my
fathers. Another time and place and I might have explore this more but I
knew my dad would be back before much longer so it was time to move
things along.
Whatever I was going to say was interrupted by Rich picking up his things
and heading to his pickup. It was rather old, rusting in a few places,
with a cap covering the back end. He opened the back, lowered the tail
gate and put the plane and gear inside.
With everything in, Rich turned and took a seat on the tail gate, sitting
far enough back his legs were swinging in the air. He patted the metal
pate next to him.
“May as well take a load off your mind until your dad gets back. But
then with the traffic that direction who knows when that will be.”
I did as he said, sitting just a few inches from him. My head came about
to his shoulders so he looked down to talk to me which also allowed him
to look down my cleavage at the same time.
“You know Rich, it’s getting really chilly,” I complained. It was true,
not to mention the cold steel under my exposed butt.
Rich couldn't help but laugh a bit saying, “Well if you would wear some
clothes it might help.”
I pouted again, “Why, you don’t like what I’m wearing?”
Rich leered at me this time as he said, “Its more what you’re NOT wearing
that I like.”
“Oh you silly,” I giggled, smacking him on the thigh playfully, leaving
my hand on him after I did.
Rich looked down at my hand and then back to my breasts although I’m sure
if questioned he would have sworn that he was looking at my face to talk
directly to me.
“I’d give you the blanket in back but it’s pretty dirty and lord knows
what’s slept in it where I park this rig,” he offered.
I wrapped my arms around myself and shivered.
“Would you mind taking me home Rich? I’m really getting chilled. If you
need proof...”
It WAS chilly. Maybe not as chilly as I was making to out to be but
enough to bring out a reaction from my nipples, not that flirting with
Rich wasn’t helping matters. In any case, I dropped my arms down to
reveal my nipples poking through the thin tube top.
“See what I mean Rich? I’d really appreciate it if you took me home.”
Rich hesitated and for a moment I thought he would refuse. Things had
progressed really fast in the past fifteen minutes and he looked like his
mind was running about five minutes behind in terms of assimilating
everything.
“What about your dad?”
“Oh he won’t care, I just get in the way anyway.”
“Well, I DO need to get home. Where do you live?”
I gave him my address which brightened him up a bit.
“That’s even better - we’re practically neighbors!” he said with a grin,
“Alright, hop in and let’s get going.”
For a moment I questioned the whole idea when I couldn't open the
passenger door and he motioned me to come around to his side and get in.
“That door hasn’t worked for years,” he explained, “Got bumped by some
snot-nosed kid in his parent’s fancy car and figured I’d just pocket the
insurance money.”
The floor on the passenger side was filled with what looked to be old car
parts and rags. Even the seat didn't look exactly appetizing. I scooted
over to the middle and brought my legs up under me so I wouldn't have to
step on whatever those things were with my heels.
“Sorry, wasn’t expecting to play limo service tonight,” he apologized,
“This is sort of my truck to run around in. The rest of the family uses
the Rolls-Royce.”
He laughed and I went along with his poor attempt at humor. I looked for
a seatbelt and he said, “Sorry, if you’re looking for a seatbelt this
buggy was built before they were required. Grandfathered now.”
Wow, I knew this wreck had to be old but not THAT old. Surprisingly it
started right up. There was this big stick coming up from the floor
which I gather was used for shifting. Come to think of it, I think this
was the first vehicle I’d ever been in that had a manual transmission!
Rich pushed his foot down and then reached over my lap to grab the stick
lever. He moved it around then pulled down and it dropped almost in my
lap, his hand with it as he ended up with his hand right on top of my
bare thighs.
“Sorry, have to shift,” he grunted as he looked out the back mirror to
back up out of his parking space.
As we headed out to the gate I saw my dad’s SUV pulling in. Damn! Talk
about rotten timing. Rich stopped as my dad approached, rolling down his
window as my dad pulled up alongside us.
Rich poked his head out saying, “Hey stranger, your daughter was crying
about being too cold so she conned me into taking her home. I guess now
she can go home with you.”
My dad just laughed saying, “Well, tell her if she wore some clothes she
might not get so cold.”
They both laughed and then again when Rich explained to my dad that he
had told me the very same thing a few minutes before.
“Well, if you don’t mind I’d like to try out this new fuel. Hell, she
lives almost right door to you so do you mind?” my dad asked.
I could have kissed my dad! Talk about picking up quick on the situation
and playing along...
“Sure, see you next week,” Rich signed off as we continued our travels
leaving my dad behind.
“So you dated my mom?” I asked as he pulled out into the main road.
“Well, me and I think every other boy in school,” Rich said with a grin.
I laughed and added, “Yeah, my mom has confessed that she was a slut back
then.”
Rich started to say something but then thought better of it, instead
saying, “Well, YOU said that, not me.”
“So she was then!” I giggled.
Rich let out a long breath before answering, “I guess you could say
that.”
“Nail her?”
I thought Rich was going to choke with that one. I guess it’s not every
day a woman asks you if you had sex with her mother back in high school.
“Well?” I prodded him.
“That was a long time ago Kelly before she married your dad.”
I grinned at him and put my hand on his leg as I said, “You don’t have to
apologize or anything, my mom’s told me she was a slut in high school...
same as I was.”
Rich glanced down at his lap and then back up again as he drove. I noted
that he didn't mention anything about my hand resting at the top of his
leg just inches from his crotch.
“Well, now that you mention it... you did have a bit of a rep back then,”
Rich said, starting to open up a bit more.
“Sort of like your daughter does now?”
THAT brought a grin to his face as he replied, “Well, I don’t think
Lindsay is quite in your league, at least not yet.”
“My league?”
Rich’s cheeks puffed out and then he released his breath with an
expression that clearly said, “What have I gotten myself into?”
“Heck Kelly, even your dad admitted you were the class slut back then so
don't blame me.”
“Sorta like you say Lindsay is one now?”
Again that expression of “Now what do I say?” but this time he wasn't as
quick to respond so I decided to push a few more buttons and see what
happened. We were only a few minutes away from my apartment so it wasn't
like I had much more time. It was make or break time.
“So tell me Rich, how many times did you fuck my mother?”
“Let’s just say more than a few times,” he came back almost immediately.
His quick response surprised me. Maybe he was just relieved to get off
the subject of his daughter.
“Did I use to turn you on back then?”
We were just pulling up to a stop sign a few blocks from our apartment
complex. As he pulled to a stop he looked in the rear-view mirror to see
if anyone was behind us. Evidently not as he twisted slightly in his
seat to face me. As he did his hand slipped off the stick shift lever
and landed on my thigh. This time he didn't take it off or pretend it
was a mistake.
“Not sure where you’re going with this Kelly but yes you did. Not to
mention every man around you so I don’t think I was out of line or
anything.”
With that he turned back to the front and we drove the remaining couple
of blocks in silence. The only difference was when he wasn’t shifting,
he rested his hand on my leg although it wasn't like he was fondling me
or anything.
Rich pulled up to my apartment and I directed him to my entrance.
“You know, if we hadn’t turned in back there my place is just down the
road,” Rich observed.
“Cool, so it won’t take long for you to get home.”
“Yeah, just a couple of minutes at most.”
My heart was racing. I was pushing this WAY faster than I normally ever
would but then the circumstances were different as well. Usually I had
to get to know the guy and develop a relationship. Rich was a friend of
my dad, knew me from years back, and even had sex with my mother when she
was in high school. He obviously had SOME interest in me or why the hand
on my bare thigh, not to mention his playful banter about his daughter
and my mom. What the heck, why not?
“Well, since you’re almost home anyway, would you like to come in for a
drink? You were so nice to bring me home I just wanted to thank you.”
“I don’t know Kelly, doesn’t feel like it would be appropriate. Is your
husband home?”
I couldn't help but smile and wondered what he would say if I told him
where Steve REALLY was and who I suspected he was fucking. Now THAT
would have been a little too much!
“He’s out with some friends,” I said instead, shrugging as if it meant
nothing to me, “I don’t expect him to be back until late.”
“Well, what would he say if he knew I came in for a drink while he wasn't
there?”
Again I couldn't suppress a smile. The REAL answer is Steve would want
to watch but again, that would be more than a little over the top for
Rich no doubt.
“Steve and I have a.... let’s just say we have an understanding about
such things.”
Rich looked at me more seriously now and I noticed the hand on my leg
tightening, probably without him even knowing it.
“Sounds interesting.”
It was my turn to squeeze his leg as I licked my lips and answered,
“Well, if you want to know more than you’ll just have to come in.”
“Well, just for one drink... you got beer?”
I didn't answer as it seemed more like a rhetorical question than
anything. There was a parking spot close buy so he pulled in. Once he
was out, he held out his hand to help me get out on his side. Without a
word we quickly made our way to our apartment. As I opened the door and
stepped inside, I couldn't help but remember what had happened in here
just a couple of hours earlier. Wow, what would Rich say if he knew my
dad had recently fucked me almost right where he was standing?
Well, in my wildest dreams I hadn’t expected the evening to work out like
this. As Rich made his way to the couch, I headed for the kitchen to
grab a beer for him from the refrigerator.
Now what?
Chapter 5 - Crossing the Line
=============================
By the time I returned to the living room with his beer, Rich was seated
on the couch, leaning back with one leg crossed over the other. I handed
him the can which he quickly opened and took a few swallows.
“Ahhhhh, that hits the spot!” he sighed and then he looked at me asking,
“Nothing for you?”
I explained to him that I hated beer and usually just drank Diet Coke.
“Breakfast of champions, that’s what I always say.”
I let that one slide and took a seat on the couch next to him. Again
memories of my dad’s earlier visit returned as I noted that Rich was
sitting exactly in the same spot as my dad had been when I was riding his
dick. Feeling more and more horny, I twisted towards him and put my hand
back on his leg again over his jeans.
“I really do want to know Rich... tell me more about how you fucked my
mother.”
Rich took another sip of his beer, uncrossed his leg, and put one arm
along the back of the couch behind me but not touching me.
“You DO realize that it’s really weird for me to have the married
daughter of one of my best friends asking me to tell her about banging
her mom thirty years ago while sitting next to her alone in her apartment
while she’s half naked, do you?”
We both laughed at that while at the same time I inched my hand a little
closer to his crotch.
“I’d say that sums things up pretty well Rich,” I said softly, shifting
so I was sitting on my hip facing him.
Rich glanced down at his lap and continued, “Not to mention the same
gal’s practically groping me!”
I inched it such that now I was only maybe an inch or so away from what
was clearly a growing bulge in his crotch.
“Is that so bad?” I teased him.
Rich laughed somewhat nervously this time. “Nope, I never said it was
bad. I just worry that you’re husband’s going to come in and get the
wrong idea.”
This time I went for broke and moved my hand so my palm was pressing down
on his dick.
“And what idea would that be Rich?”
“Wow,” Rich said softly, “Maybe that I was fooling around with his wife.”
I started to rub his bulge with the palm of my hand, going about it in
small circular moves as I pressed up closer to him.
“And what if his wife WANTED you to fool around with her?”
Rich laid his head back against the couch and let out a long breath of
air. I used my fingers to grip his dick through his jeans as best as I
could, enjoying the feel of his growing erection.
“This isn’t happening,” he sighed as he closed his eyes with his head
still back.
“Well you just keep telling yourself that Rich,” I murmured just loud
enough for him to hear a I started to undo his belt and then his jeans.
Rich didn't resist as I unzipped his jeans and put my hand inside the
elastic of his boxers where his erect cock was waiting for me. At the
same time, he wasn't DOING anything either so that needed to be fixed.
“You know Rich, if I’m going to suck your dick the least you can do is
touch me,” I prompted him.
Without giving him a chance to respond, I leaned over and pulled his cock
out as best I could and took the head of it in my mouth.
“This is NOT happening!” Rich again insisted to whomever he was talking
to in his head.
I turned my head up to look at him and saw he now had his eyes open and
was watching me. I smiled at him as naughtily as I knew how and purred,
“Mmmmmmm, your dick is really nice, I think it likes me!”
It was like something switched on in his mind, like he made some decision
to go for it and stop holding back as suddenly he was pushing his jeans
and boxers shorts down. He still had his shoes on so everything sort of
stopped at his ankles but he didn't take the time to remove them and just
left everything bunched at his ankles. Sitting back again, he scrunched
forward a bit and then leaned back against the couch which helped me to
get to his waiting cock all that much easier.
“Tell me what you want Rich... tell me,” I whispered to him as I stroked
his hard shaft with my hand.
“This is SO wrong,” he groaned but then he answered, “God I want you to
blow me.”
“Mmmmmmm, I can do that!” I said excitedly as I stretched out on the
couch and put my face over his erection.
As I sucked his dick, Rich became more animated and vocal. He seemed to
like holding his dick while I sucked him, sometimes even smacking me
about the face when I would let it out of my mouth.
Given he was the same age or so as my dad, I knew odds were his dick
would react about the same meaning I had one shot at this - literally.
As much as I would have loved to get him off with just my mouth, this
wasn't Steve on the couch who could fuck me right after I’d sucked him
off. Besides, it wasn't like we had all night as I figured he was
already going to have to explain to his wife why he was late as it was.
Dropping his dick from my mouth, I got up off the couch and faced him
standing up. His eyes were glued to my boobs so I slowly pulled it down
to reveal my breasts until the top was now wrapped around my waist.
“God you have the most incredible tits,” he complimented me without
taking his eyes off of them for even a moment.
With that I worked on my shorts next, turning away from him and then
bending over at the waist as I dropped them slowly to expose my bottom to
him. Sliding them down to my ankles, I stepped out of them, keeping my
heels on. For a moment I debated about the tube top and then figured
what the heck so I pulled it down as well and stepped out of it, leaving
me wearing nothing but my heels.
Still facing away from him, I again bent over at the waist and put my
right hand between my legs to play with my pussy as I spread my legs
apart. God, I was soaking wet! Twisting my head, I saw he had his dick
in one hand as he stared at my finger that was now up to the second
knuckle inside my pussy.
“See how wet you made me Rich?” I teased him, “I bet I know where that
hard dick you’re holding wants to be.”
If the loud groan that emerged meant anything, I was right! Of course
the odds of me being wrong were virtually zero. Turning back to him, I
stepped between his legs with one hand cupping my boob and the other
palming my crotch.
“So now Rich, tell me what you want now,” I said seductively.
“God I want to fuck you,” he practically whispered but in the silence of
the living room it was like a bullhorn.
“Well Rich... I want you to fuck me too,” I said as I climbed aboard and
straddled him.
As much as I was horny and needed to be fucked, what was REALLY getting
me off was the memory of my dad in this exact same position on the couch
and me doing almost exactly the same thing as I was now to him just a few
hours previously. Wow, to be fucked by my dad AND his best friend in
almost the identical manner was really hot!
As I positioned his dick at the entrance to my pussy and began to bear
down on him, I could feel his split me apart as his cock head filled me.
“Oh Rich, your dick feels so good in me,” I sighed, pulling his head into
my boobs, “Am I as tight as my mother was?”
Richard was too anxious to take my nipple into his mouth to answer right
away so I continued to descend onto his shaft until once again I was
bottomed out on a dick in the middle of my living room. As I ground
myself into his crotch, I pulled his head away from my boob and looked
him in the eye.
“I want to know Rich... I want to know how I compare to my mom. Does my
pussy feel as good around you as hers did?”
Poor Richard. I think all he wanted was to suck on my boobs while his
dick fucked me and here I was practically interrogating him. Still, I
was so turned on after I learned he’d done my mom that I had to know more
so the next time I was with my mom I could tell her all about it.
“She was great but so are you... just like your mother,” he gasped as I
bore down on his dick with my pussy, squeezing him as tightly as I could.
“I bet you’d like to fuck us both together, fuck me and my mom, am I
right Rich?”
Now I was back to rocking on his dick, causing it to stroke slightly in
and out of me as I leaned back and forth. Mmmmmmm, I loved the way my
clit rubbed against his crotch with him sitting up like this.
“God that would be so hot,” he gasped again and then drove his head back
into my chest again. His nose was in the middle of my cleavage so I
pressed my boobs from the side against his face.
That seemed to be enough talk for him as he reached under my ass and
leaned forward until he was able to stand holding up as I was mounted on
his dick. Turning 180 degrees, he bent his knees until I was the one on
the couch, keeping his dick inside of me for the entire sequence. I was
on my back with my head up against the couch such that I was able to look
down past my boobs and could see his cock as it drilled my horny pussy.
“Fuck, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” he cried out as
he banged me deep and hard.
“That’s it Rich, fuck me harder, fuck me like you want to fuck Lindsay.”
It was a shot in the dark but in his aroused state I hit a bulls eye.
Men may say one thing most of the time but get them horny and fucking and
that’s when the truth comes out. It’s like sex is some sort of truth
serum for men.
“Oh god yes... I want to fuck her so bad,” he groaned as he lifted my
legs up and held them by my ankles. Over and over he banged me, slapping
his crotch into my pussy and pushing me tight up against the couch with
every thrust.
“Oh yeah, fuck me like you want to fuck your daughter Rich... cum in me
like you want to cum in her.”
“Oh god Lindsay... daddy’s cumming!” he groaned as he began to thrust and
pump his sperm into me.
Each time he would pull out just a little and then slam it into me as he
ejaculated. Finally he was drained and he released my ankle but I wrapped
my legs around him as he fell forward on top of me, barely keeping his
weight off as he rested on his elbows.
For a minute or so we both just rested as I felt his dick twitching
inside of me. Keeping himself in me, he raised his head and had this odd
grin on his face. Then he said the words that totally changed
everything.
“You know, you’re even a better fuck than your dad said you were.”
Chapter 7 - Tables Turned
=========================
If Rich hadn’t been on top of me I probably would have jumped right off
his dick out of sheer surprise and shock. Instead, he kept me pinned
down and started to grind his crotch into me, causing his dick to move
which felt so wonderful in my cum and dick filled pussy.
“So you still haven’t figured it out?” he taunted me, “And here I thought
you were suppose to be the smart one. Kristi would have put it all
together in a heartbeat.”
Now I was really confused, as if I hadn’t been from the instant he
dropped his bombshell. Kristi? What the hell did my cousin have to do
with this?
“Oh this is precious,” he smirked, “Talk about taking it hook line and
sinker!
Then he looked down where he was still buried in my pussy and added,
“Well, make that taking it in the pussy!”
With that he chuckled and continued to grind himself in me.
“I should have said one thing though... you’re pussy is the best between
the four of you.”
Seeing the complete confusion in my eyes he continued to grin like an
idiot and explained.
“Yeah, I’ve done them all... your mom, her sister, and that whore of a
cousin you have.”
Rather than try and recreate the next five or ten minutes, let me just
sum it up...
Yes, Rich fucked my mom back in high school but then so did a lot of
guys. He did her again a few times when she was home from college but
once she married my dad, she refused to do it with him again.
Like a lot of guys back then, when Rich did one sister that meant doing
the other as they often teamed up. It was pretty much the same as my
mom, banging her whenever he could and then again in college, only to
have the sex spigot turned off when she got married.
Unlike my mom, my aunt’s marriage didn't last more than a few years after
which she played the field, including a number of her old high school and
college friends which meant Rich in some cases. One of the more
interesting points I learned was that Rich was one of the guys that got
to play with her younger daughter Kristi. While he wasn't the first guy
she blew, apparently he wasn't far behind and eventually he was fucking
them both.
Rich and my dad had kept up their friendship since school and somewhere
along the way Rich bragged to his best friend how he was screwing his
sister-in-law. In a game of one-upmanship, my dad said he was too! That
eventually led to them both doing them together. Rich mentioned once
that he’d like to do my mom again but my dad had to explain to him my
mother’s religious issues about adultery.
As I got older, Rich naturally began to grow interested in me but my dad
warned him that I wasn't another Kristi so I was off limits. However, to
maintain his status of “top dog” he couldn't help but reveal to his best
friend when he started having sex with his daughter. By then Rich’s kids
were my age or older so all he could do was be jealous of my dad.
As for recent events, after I’d told my dad about my idea he immediately
recognized the opportunity and contacted Rich. Well, it didn't take much
for Rich to agree, especially the way he was being driven crazy by his
hot little fifteen year-old daughter whom, he assured me, was not about
to have sex with her dad.
“So this was all a setup?” I asked when he’d finished, jumping just a
little as he gave a little shove to keep his dwindling dick inside of me.
Somehow it had made his entire story all that much hotter feeling his
cock inside of me as I listened.
“Well, your dad didn't exactly think you’d complain,” he laughed, “The
only thing that surprised me was how you fell for it so easily.”
With that he finally withdrew his cock from my pussy. I could feel a
stream of cum running down my ass once his “plug” was removed. Oh well,
not like it was the first time. I could only imagine if someone brought
in one of those black lights they use in hotel rooms and took a look at
our couch!
“So what do you say Kelly, clean me off so I can go home?”
He was standing there with his wet cock glistening in the light right in
front of me. It was sort of funny in that he’d never removed his short
the entire time.
“Why not?” I answered rhetorically, leaning forward to take his dick in
my mouth. Mmmmmmm, it tasted so good! Nothing like the taste of my
pussy all over a man’s dick, especially when you add in a nice layer of
cum.
When I was finished I dropped him from my mouth and wiped my lips off
with the back of my hand.
“You know, you COULD have just come right out and told me all that from
the start, I still would have let you fuck me.”
Rich was pulling up his underwear and shorts as he answered, “Nahhhhh,
where would the fun be in that?”
I laid back on the couch with my head on the arm and my legs
outstretched. My pussy felt so much better now but I was still horny
which I suppose drove my line of questions.
“So Rich, do you really want to fuck Lindsay?”
Rich grinned and sighed, “What father DOESN’T want to fuck his own
daughter? You if anyone should know the answer to that one. Your dad’s
the luckiest guy in the world - first he gets two sisters and then a
daughter and niece.”
I started to rub myself slowly as I spread my legs apart a bit to make it
easier. Rich was watching me as he buckled his belt.
“So why don’t you?”
“Why don’t I what?” he asked back at me.
“Fuck Lindsay?”
Rich was finished dressing now and he couldn't resist coming back over to
the couch to rub my boobs with his hand one last time.
“It takes a pretty special family to have what your father has,” was all
he said. With that he leaned down and sucked on my nipple a bit, then
stood back up and left without another word.
For the next half hour or so I masturbate on the couch, reliving the
day’s events in my mind as I imagined Rich going home to his young
daughter and masturbating later as he dreamed that it had been her
instead of me that he had fucked.
Well, I guess I was doing myself a little longer than I thought as
somewhere in my fantasy world and after a series of incredible orgasms I
was surprised when the door opened to the apartment and in walked Steve!
“Couldn't wait until I got home, eh?” he said as he started stripping off
his clothes on his way to the couch.
Well, it looked like our poor couch was about to get a third set of fresh
stains!
As Steve fucked me, I couldn't help but wonder who he’d been doing that
evening? Since he hadn’t told me about it, it meant it was with someone
I might not approve of, or at least not approve of her age. It was one
thing to do it now and then but sometimes it seemed that’s all he cared
about. Well, not at this moment, that was for sure!
THE END