Subject: Thanksgiving With My Grandmother
Story Codes: M+F+ oral incest father daughter aunt uncle niece
Diary Date: November 25, 2012
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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It wasn’t what we’d originally planned but even though it was last minute
everything worked out in the end. Given my grandmother’s passive
opposition to incest we knew things might become a bit uncomfortable but
at the same time maybe the “naughty factor” of doing it despite her
misguided sense of morals helped things along.
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 - Family Changes
Chapter 2 - Wednesday - Sleeping Arrangements
Chapter 3 - Thursday - Swapping Husbands
Chapter 4 - Friday - Kristi and Me With My Dad
Chapter 5 - Saturday - Fantasy Fulfilled for ALL
Chapter 6 - Sunday Morning - Breakfast With My Grandmother
Chapter 7 - Sunday Afternoon - The Trip Home
Chapter 1 Family Changes
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For Thanksgiving our family normally rotates the duties to a different
home each year so one family isn’t burdened with all the housecleaning
and preparations. As a rule this means my dad’s side and then Christmas
is typically reserved for my mother’s side.
This year was my dad’s turn to play host which seemed to surprise him.
The last time the family gathered at his house he and my mom were still
married and my mom did all the work. Somehow or another he apparently
figured that since he was now living alone that it somehow disqualified
him from the list. Well, he learned that he can’t have his cake and eat
it too. His older brother Paul solemnly informed him that so long as he
was shacking up with his ex-wife’s sister then he didn’t qualify as
“living alone” - even though both of my aunts were rather horrified with
the arrangements. In the end though, they were willing to put aside
their personal feelings in exchange for not having to host the dinner
themselves. Isn’t it amazing how people can adjust their principles when
it suits them?
Having my Aunt Linda there to help was actually not the least bit of
help. Unlike my mom the perfectionist home keeper, her sister was pretty
much useless around the house. Her primary “duty” was to have sex with
my dad and everyone knew it. Even when she and Kristi were living
together Kristi did all the housework or the place was a wreck. Come to
think of it, it was usually a wreck!
With my mom out of the picture things quickly deteriorated so my dad had
to hire in a maid to do the laundry and housework. When I heard about
his Thanksgiving predicament, against my better judgment I offered my
help which unfortunately (at least for me) he quickly accepted. While I
may not be Martha Stewart, compared to my Aunt Linda I belong on the
cover of her magazine, LOL. The one good thing about the deal was how my
dad showed his “appreciation” for all my hard work at the end of each
day. Somehow I still think HE was the one that got the better deal -
housework done AND sex most every day with his daughter.
After all my hard work and just a few days before Thanksgiving, wouldn't
you know it but our plans were changed. My grandmother on my mother’s
side called saying she was depressed and was hoping somehow her family
could visit her for Thanksgiving rather than leaving her all alone.
Well, what can you say when you get THAT sort of phone call? Next thing
I knew we were all packing up in my dad’s SUV. I can’t say the rest of
the family was all too thrilled with my dad bailing out on such short
notice but it’s not like they had to change flights or anything serious.
Sadly, there was one other “casualty” from our change of plans. Steve’s
mom had reluctantly accepted my invitation to join our family for
Thanksgiving as her other two kids still live out in California. Once we
changed our plans and chose to go out of town Marlene decided to stay
home rather than make the trip. I think she already felt like a fifth
wheel no matter how much we told her it wasn't so and that she was more
than welcome to come with us. As things have turned out it's probably
best that Marlene didn't come as the SUV was packed between the six of us
and our luggage but then I'm sure we could have found a way around it.
Another reason that it was probably good that Steve’s mom didn't come was
that coming over to my dad’s house for the day with the rest of the
family was one thing. Traveling and spending a few days away from home
was quite another. Steve’s mom didn't believe in incest, even though her
two youngest kids were now “married” and living as a couple - something
that definitely didn’t thrill her. Steve and I have never disclosed the
incestual nature of my family to his mom so trying to hide anything over
the course of the long weekend would have been difficult to say the
least.
Even without Steve’s mom the family status quo at my grandmother’s house
was going to be a little... unusual to say the least. When you look at
my mom’s side of the family, basically all of us are involved with each
other sexually to one degree or another so it would be natural for an
outsider to assume that my grandmother would be as well. Ahhhhh, the
dangers of assumptions...
To briefly put things in context for this who haven’t read the entirety
of my diary, my grandfather was actually was the one to initiate what has
become a family tradition by taking my mom's virginity just after she
turned fourteen. I say "took" as that is more correct than any other
phrasing as she really didn't have much say over the matter. For
whatever reason he somehow decided at that moment that she was old enough
for sex. It didn't happen on her birthday or any other special time. He
simply came to her bedroom one night and took her for his own pleasure.
He never told anyone exactly what drove him to do it and now that he is
dead we’ll never know.
My mother didn’t fight him or say no but then she was barely fourteen at
the time and my grandfather was not the type of man ANYONE said no to,
let alone a young teenage girl taken by surprise in the dark of night.
Some people have told me they feel that he raped her but my mom has
always maintained that it was consensual. Planned? NO. Something she
had dreamed about? NO. Something she accepted and learned to enjoy?
Definitely YES.
Sometimes you hear about such things and the father tries to hide what he
is doing from his wife but not my grandfather. He didn’t even try to
hide what he was doing from my grandmother. If anything, he told her
right afterwards what he’d done, almost as if he was daring her to do
anything about it or protest. My grandmother definitely didn't approve
of what he’d done but she kept her mouth shut. As you might be getting
the idea, my grandfather was a very controlling man and neither his wife
or daughters dared to confront him. Not surprisingly there was no saying
"no" when he wanted something and that included his oldest daughter’s
virginity.
Seeing how my mom shared a bedroom with her sister, it wasn't like Linda
didn't know what was going on between her dad and sister. Whereas my mom
once told me that it took her a while to fully understand and accept what
her father was demanding of her, her younger sister Linda was more than
anxious to be included. Like most younger sisters, she wanted everything
her older sister had and that included sex with their dad. So as you can
see, the two of them have always had quite different attitudes about
incest from the very beginning with my mom having to slowly adjust to it
before truly embracing the idea whereas Linda has always been a "fan".
Knowing their different approaches to sex with their dad also helped me
to better understand why they raised their daughters so differently.
While my mom was holding my father back from realizing his dreams of sex
with his young daughter, Linda was practically throwing her daughter at
other men from an early age. Now that the dust has settled, so to speak,
with both Kristi and me married I guess in the end it didn't matter all
that much how we were raised. True, we both got to where we are walking
down quite different paths but nowadays we aren't all that much
different. She will always be a little more "out there" than me but I
would say that's true of any two people when you compare them.
One of the reasons that things were a little more crowded than on the
last trip was that we were now joined by Kristi’s new husband Ben who she
had secretly married a few months earlier. Actually he helped to round
out the numbers as now we were three couples instead of Kristi having to
be the odd girl out.
Chapter 2 Wednesday - Sleeping Arrangements
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The trip to my grandmother’s house took over ten hours and I think I
slept nine of them. I wasn't tired, just bored. With six people in the
SUV and all our luggage it was cramped to start with. Then there was the
constant strong of phone calls. Being a teacher I was the only one who
officially had the day off. Everyone else was playing hooky and it was
like someone was always calling them. I read a few magazine on my iPad
and soon fell asleep with my head on my husband’s shoulder.
Once we arrived at my grandmother’s house it soon became apparent that
with Kristi being married now that our sleeping arrangements were a
little more complicated this time around - not like they weren't before.
In the past my Aunt Linda would sleep with Kristi rather than my dad, at
least to start out the night. Now with Ben being with Kristi and no more
bedrooms available that meant she had to sleep with my dad - not that
either of them minded. But then the issue wasn't with them - it was my
grandmother that posed the dilemma.
As I said, my grandmother has never endorsed incest - "barely tolerate"
would probably be a better description. Perhaps even better would be,
“Don’t ask, don’t tell.” She and I have had many talks over the years
about it and I know she doesn't approve of my dad fucking me. Even so
she has never openly challenged him about it or said anything directly to
me even when I would visit with my parents and sleep with them.
Of course that never stopped "the look" but at the same time we’ve always
tried to respect her feelings and not do anything openly in front of her,
at least not the way my mom told me that my grandfather would do with
their daughters. My mom told me he would do things like bring them to
bed with him while my grandmother was “asleep” and have sex with them
next to her while she pretended to remain asleep and act as if nothing
was happening next to her. My grandfather dies of a heart attack years
before I started having sex so I have to wonder to this day what sort of
things he would have done with me in front of her as well. In the end my
dad and Aunt Linda took the larger spare bedroom (don't even ask how my
grandmother feels about her younger daughter sleeping with the divorced
husband of her oldest daughter). Steve and I took the smaller bedroom
while Kristi and Ben had to do with the roll-a-way third bedroom which
served more as an office and ironing room.
For the first night we were all tired from the drive so there wasn't much
thought given as to anything other than the obvious arrangements - each
couple in their own room - treating my dad and aunt as a couple of
course, even if they weren’t married.
As tired as we both were, Steve wasn't about to let a new bed go
“unchristened” as he liked to put it. It was like anytime we had the
opportunity to have sex in a different place he was all for taking
advantage of the situation. Being exhausted from the trip it was one of
those nights where I was glad to let him take over and do the heavy
lifting - literally. All I did was lay on my back and fight to keep my
eyes open a Steve fucked me until he came in me. I felt a little guilty
at my lack of attention - it must have seemed to him more like he was
fucking a sex doll than his wife I’m afraid. Still, he came and that
seemed to relieve him somewhat - typical guy!
The next morning we woke up refreshed with Steve sporting his typical
“morning wood”. I don't know what sort of dreams men have but they must
be pretty awesome some times. In any case, my real pussy was better than
any of his dream girls as I mounted and rode him until we both had cum.
Downstairs at the breakfast table I noted Kristi also had that “I just
got fucked” look and when our eyes met she grinned and winked at me.
Then lo and behold my aunt came in looking a little flustered herself.
Wow, I guess all three of us had made up for lost time this morning!
Chapter 3 Thursday - Swapping Husbands
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It was Thanksgiving which meant lots of food which was the best part of
the day. After the boredom of visiting and watching football on TV,
Kristi and I decided to spice things up and bit and trade husbands for
the evening. Although it may surprise some people, we’ve actually only
done this once since her marriage. I guess I can't blame anyone that
really doesn’t know me other than through my diary to think that we would
be swapping all the time. Even so, if they really think about it they
would recognize that family “orgies” and swapping has never really been a
big thing for my family.
For the most part, incest has been a means by which I demonstrate my love
and submission to my father. For him it serves to satisfy his most
secret and base inner needs and desires. When it comes to me and my mom
it’s entirely different - something we reserve for those special times we
get together like mother-daughter nights and such. Finally, when it
comes to my cousins and uncles incest isn’t really a big deal per se.
It’s really more just a good opportunity for casual sex without any
worries about relationships or commitments than anything else. Heck, the
fact that it’s incest really is more a technicality than anything that
means anything one way or the other.
Besides, is fucking my uncle who I rarely see all that much different
from fucking any other married man? In both case their wives don't know
about it and it’s not something we do all that much so if you ask me,
it’s only “incest” because of how the world has defined it.
When I moved out from Kristi’s place after I married Steve, my sexual
doings with Kristi took a marked downturn as I focused on our marriage
and being a loyal and biblically submissive wife to Steve. Since Kristi
married Ben we’ve seen even less of each other as our circle of friends
are almost entirely different. Ours are mostly close friends and work
colleagues whereas theirs tend to be focused around parties and such.
That’s one thing different about us - I’ve always had a close-knit group
of friends like Beth while Kristi was more independent and less social.
We DID swap one night just because it seemed like it was something we
needed to get off the table more than anything else. Until then whenever
we were together it was sort of the “elephant in the room” so to speak
and so to get things back to normal we decided to swap one night so as to
get it out of the way. We debated on who should have to go to whom but
in the end the girls won out (what a surprise... NOT) and the guys each
travelled to the other’s house while Kristi and I remained home for the
evening. It wasn’t by any means a first for me as Steve when it comes to
swapping but it WAS sort of special for me knowing I was sleeping with a
relative that I would be seeing for a long time and not just some
stranger.
Since that one night, while we would meet at times for dinner or for the
guys to watch football or something else on TV, we haven’t had sex or do
anything like the swapping thing again. It wasn't that I was opposed to
it - not in the least! Spending the night with Ben had been exhilarating
and he fucked me pretty good on top of it all (well, I was actually on
top a good bit of the time).
As for Steve, he’s always enjoyed fucking Kristi but since she got
hitched I’ve noticed that those interests had waned a bit. While he
won’t admit it, I think that her working as a whore for so many years
turned him off more than just a little. Well, not so much as to make him
not want to fuck her of course but when she married one of her clients it
seemed to amplify those negative feelings.
We actually started the swap in the family room watching TV with me
nestled up against Ben while Kristi had her head on Steve’s shoulder. I
was wearing one of Steve’s flannel shirts with no panties while Kristi
had on a sheer black babydoll nightie with an almost invisible matching
black thong underneath. My grandmother had stopped by earlier to say
goodnight and while she didn't say anything when she saw how we were
matched up, not to mention what Kristi was wearing next to my husband,
her face told an entirely different story. Oh well, at least my cousin
waited to started sucking Steve’s dick until our grandmother closed the
door to her bedroom!
For a while there I was beginning to think that we would just all do it
in the family room and forgot about heading to the bedrooms. My
grandmother had closed her bedroom door barely a minute before Kristi was
undoing Steve’s pajama bottoms while my dad and Aunt Linda started making
out like two horny high school kids on the couch. As for Ben and me, he
was undoing the last couple of remaining buttons that I hadn't already
undone. Soon the shirt was wide open, exposing my boobs to the cool air.
Meanwhile Kristi was busy bobbing her head on my husband’s erection now
that she’d finally worked it out through the opening in his pajama
bottoms. Not to be outdone, my dad had his hands all over his sister-in-
law’s long legs and was working his way up towards her ass when Ben
started to suckle on my nipples like a hungry baby.
My dad, the senior-most amongst us, assumed the “adult” role at that
point and declared, “OK everyone, what do you say let’s take all this
behind closed bedroom doors?”
It really didn't matter to me where we did it although I knew my opinion
didn't necessarily match that of the others. For me, I tend to prefer a
more intimate setting when I have sex unless the entire purpose is to
show off or be watched - like at a party. Otherwise, for me one-on-one
sex gives me more privacy so I can concentrate on the man I’m with and I
also like to know that he isn’t being distracted by anything - or anyone
else. I especially don’t get off watching Steve having sex with anyone
else. It’s not anything to do with jealousy or such, it just doesn’t do
anything for me and tends to be more a distraction than a turn-on.
My husband and I share a lot of the same thoughts and opinions but this
is one area where we’re 180 degrees apart. Steve LOVES watching other
men fuck me and goes out of his way to encourage me to let him watch.
Hey, if he gets off from it then I certainly don’t mind. When I say I
want privacy during sex, that means no others having sex around me, not
that I don't like an audience. Thus I’m sure that if Steve had his way
we’d of all stayed right where we were just so he could watch Ben fuck
me.
As for Kristi and her mom, what more do I need to say? You don't work as
a high-end prostitute for years and have any hang-ups about doing it in
front of people. As for her mom, like mother like daughter I guess you
could say. After all, it’s not like Kristi didn’t do all the things she
did without the full support and encouragement of her mother. Whereas my
mom was flabbergasted when Kristi became a professional, her mother was
as proud as a peacock.
I’m sure my dad wouldn't have minded a little voyeurism as well but he
was undoubtedly more concerned that his conservative mother-in-law would
come out for a glass of water or whatever and find us all doing the dirty
deed in the middle of her family room - and not with our respective
spouses. Odds are she would just turn away and go back to her room
without a word as that was what she’d always done in the past when she
caught me and my dad together but still, why push it? After all, we were
the guests in her home so it was only polite to follow her rules.
One nice thing I soon learned about swapping at my grandmother’s place
was there was no travel involved like back home - we simply split up when
the evening was over and headed for our respective bedrooms. My
grandmother was already in bed by then so it wasn't like she saw what we
did although frankly I was so horny by then that I wouldn't have cared.
Leaving my shirt undone - what was the point in buttoning it, I followed
Ben to the bedroom he and Kristi shared while the others made their way
to the others. Once inside, he firmly closed the door and then
immediately stepped behind me and dropped the shirt from my arms such
that I was left standing there nude. Stepping back and then a few feet
in front of me again, he just stared at me, moving his eyes from my head
to my toes as he took in my naked body like he was trying to memorize
every detail of my body.
“Damn, you really are hot,” he said softly, licking his lips in
anticipation, “If I just looked at you long enough I’d probably cum in my
pants.”
This was actually the first time he’d seen me nude in quite a while.
Besides the swap I mentioned before, the only other times had been
shortly after he and Kristi got hitched and Kristi tricked me into
fucking her husband without me realizing who he really was. Well, I
should say that it didn't take much for her to convince me to have sex
with him, The REAL tricky part was her not telling me that she was
married to him until after he’d cum in me!
I started to step towards him but he motioned me to stay still as he
moved back to the bed and took a seat without taking his eyes off of me
for a moment.
“Don't move,” he said in a voice husky with lust, “I just want to look at
you... god you’re so beautiful.”
Hmmmmmm, I was starting to like him even more! He certainly knew how to
make a girl feel good about herself, that was for sure.
Ben took in a big breath and released it slowly. “Touch yourself,” he
said to me softly, “I want to watch.”
Ahhhhh, so he wanted a little porn show first. Well, I could do that! I
always like it when a man just looks at me with that expression that
tells me he desires me and wants nothing more at that moment than to
possess me and take me as his mate.
A little music would’ve been nice and had we been in my bedroom I
might’ve pulled out my phone and played something sexy. One of my
favorite “stripper” songs was “Don’t Cha” and it would have been perfect
right about now. Knowing my cousin she was already blowing my husband or
even fucking him by now so I didn't want to go in and disturb them to get
my phone. Under the circumstances I was left to improvise...
I smiled sweetly at Ben and ran my fingers through my hair, pushing it
back and then shaking my head to let it fly about and land back on my
shoulders. Then I ran my hands and fingertips from the sides of my neck,
then down in front until they reached my boobs. Cupping one in each
hand, I jiggled them like a woman in the grocery store comparing melons
before squeezing them with my nipples pressed between my fingers. My
tongues ran across my lips seductively as I watched for Ben’s reaction
and I wasn't disappointed. He was fidgeting on the bed, adjusting his
jeans to accommodate his growing erection.
After playing with my boobs a while and tweaking my hardened nipples, I
let my fingertips drag down over my smooth belly and then up my sides
back up to my boobs where I played with them again briefly and then
repeated the maneuver. Each time I went down a little lower, going first
just to my belly button and then a fraction of an inch lower every time
my hands descended until I was finally down to the top of my pussy. I
wanted so badly to touch it but I knew Ben wanted me to even more so I
resisted the urge to hurry and did my best to tease him by just missing
it and going on down to my thighs.
Ben seemed transfixed, his eyes following my hands without hardly even
blinking. As I swayed to the imaginary sounds of music in my head I
moved up closer to him slowly but surely until I was just between his
knees as he spread his legs further apart to accommodate me. That was
when I ran my finger down the center of my pussy slit and pushed the tip
slightly inside of me, moaning softly as I did. OK, so it may have been
a bit overly melodramatic but Ben didn't seem to mind.
“Damn... I can smell you,” he whispered, almost inaudibly, “I can smell
your cunt.”
Considering how wet and horny I was by then, I would’ve been amazed if he
didn’t! I started to rub myself with the middle finger of my right hand
while my left hand caressed my left boob. God I was so damn wet!
Pushing my finger in to the first knuckle, I pulled it out and put it in
my mouth, sucking on it and licking my pussy wetness from it. It was
wonderful! Ever since I was a young girl I’ve LOVED the taste of my
pussy when I was horny.
From the way Ben was breathing and staring at me as I tasted my own
pussy, I knew what he wanted but he wasn't going to get it that easily.
Rewetting my finger, I briefly touched it to his lips but when he opened
his mouth to try and touch his tongue to it I pulled it back and smiled
naughtily at him.
“If you want it then you have to ask for it,” I instructed him, “I’ll do
anything you want... ANYTHING mind you, but ONLY if you ask and you have
to be specific... make that VERY specific.”
Privately I’ll say when it comes to men and sex, I like to be the one in
control. Yet control can manifest in many ways. For instance, I think a
lot of men believe that they are dominating when a woman sucks their dick
but I would counter that the exact opposite is true. After all, who has
their mouth and teeth around the most sensitive part of whose body? For
me, I don't like to control as in being a dominatrix. Instead, I prefer
to be more subtle. Leading and persuading are more difficult but yield
such rewards. When I allow a man THINK he is control but yet totally
determine the course of action, to me that means I’m in control.
Following Ben’s directions would make him feel in control, but he was
doing it because I told him to, not because he was controlling me.
“I want to taste your nasty cunt,” he demanded but from my response he
quickly learned the rules of the game.
“Gotta be more specific than THAT,” I teased him as I once again put my
finger to my mouth and licked it off. Mmmmmmm, again I LOVED the taste
of my pussy!
He frowned at first but then brightened up as he grasped the concept.
“Alright then... put your finger up as far as you can into your pussy and
then let me lick it off.”
That was better. After all, it wasn't like I didn't want to do it
myself! Reaching down I pressed my middle finger up into me, bending
over slightly to get the right angle so I could get it in all the way or
at least as far as I could. For a few moments I stroked my finger in and
out of me, imagining how much better it was going to feel in just a
little bit when it was replaced with that beautifully erect dick that was
trying to burst from his jeans.
Pulling out my finger, I put it on Ben’s lips at which point he opened
his mouth and took it in like a pacifier, sucking off my pussy taste.
“Fuck you taste good,” he sighed a I removed my now “clean” finger. “Now
put your leg up here and let me get it straight from the source.”
He reached out and put one hand on each of my buttocks and pulled me in
closer. The reaching down with his right hand, he lifted my left leg up
sop my foot was on the bed next to him. Then he scooted back until he
could lean over and pushed his face into my crotch. His tongue reached
out like a snake and started to lick the outer parts of my pussy as I
held onto his shoulder to keep my balance. Soon he had his hand cupping
my crotch and then was working his own finger into me, first one and then
followed by a second.
“Fuck you’re wet, aren’t you?” he mumbled with his mouth against me.
Ben’s tongue worked down as he finger fucked me, licking my clit and then
my pussy was his fingers moved in and out of me. God it felt so good!
For a guy he was pretty good at eating pussy, better than most I would
say.
I pushed out my hips to drive my crotch into his face as his tongue
worked its magic on my clit and his fingers continued to stroke non-stop
inside of me. I was soooooo close!
“That’s it Ben... lick me right there,” I gasped as he flattened his
tongue against my clit and pushed it around, “Oh god, don’t stop... don't
you fucking stop now!”
With one hand on his shoulder I used the other to push his head into my
crotch. Whether he could breathe or not wasn't my concern - I just
wanted to cum... and cum hard.
Then it hit... my orgasm screamed though me as I thrust my hips into his
face, trying to keep from falling as my leg felt weak under me. Oh wow,
this was it! Wave after wave of the most pure pleasure surged through
me, driven by the intense sensations generated by Ben’s mouth on me
together with what now must have been three fingers up my pussy. He had
his other hand gripping my ass, his finger exploring the entrance to my
ass and then pushing its way in so he had fingers in both my holes now.
When I finally came back to earth all I could think about was one thing -
I wanted to be fucked. It didn't matter to me what position or even
whose dick it was, I just wanted a cock inside of me. At the moment
there was one readily available and if I had anything to say about it
then it would soon be buried to the hilt in my throbbing pussy.
Fortunately Ben had the same idea...
Pulling his face away from me, he looked up at me with a grin as he wiped
my cum from his face with the back of his hand.
“Bend over,” he said roughly, grabbing me by the hips and twisting me
around to face the bed as he got up behind me.
I leaned over the bed, my ass rising up in the air as he pushed my feet
apart with his feet, his shoes still on as I heard him unbuckle his belt
and drop his jeans. He didn’t even bother to take of his shoes and step
out of his jeans and underwear before I felt the tip of his erection
poking against my butt.
“Damn, I’ve been wanting to fuck you all day... hell, ever since we left
Pittsburgh,” he growled as he maneuvered his dick into position. No
sooner did I feel the head of his dick against the entrance to my pussy
than he thrust forward, driving his hard dick into me all the way in one
swift motion.
“Oh Goddddddddd!,” I cried out as it felt like he was filling me with his
dick.
I love the feeling I get when a man first enters me, it’s like I’m empty
and in need and then suddenly he fills me and I feel complete. Usually I
prefer to feel him push into me slowly, gradually entering me as I take
in every inch of him. This time though it was like one second I was
empty and then the next he was drilling deep inside of me.
“Fuck me Ben... oh god fuck me!” I groaned as he started to stroke
quickly in and out of me.
With each thrust he slammed his crotch against my ass, his balls swinging
out to hit me. I was so wet it sounded almost obscene as he would slowly
draw himself out until just the tip was in me and then drive it back
quickly back in me again, only to repeat the process over and over.
“Shit, you’re so much tighter than Kristi,” Ben groaned as he fucked me
faster.
Talk about music to my ears! I loved knowing my pussy was tighter than
my cousins, even after having fucked hundreds of men over the years.
Lord only knew what things men did to her when she was hooking so it
wasn't a big surprise that she wasn’t exactly as tight as a sixteen year-
old anymore.
At the rate he was going I was wondering how long he would last. It
wasn't like he was a spring chicken anymore and I had no idea how fast he
could recover so I wanted this first time to last a while.
Ben seemed to sense the same as suddenly he pulled out without warning,
grabbed me by the waist and all but threw me up onto the bed on my back.
Stripping quickly, he dumped his clothes on the floor and jumped up onto
the bed, pushing me onto my side as he moved in behind me.
“Fuck I want more of that tight pussy,” he said gruffly as he lifted my
upper leg so my foot was resting on his leg.
I felt him reach down and position his dick once again but he was so
anxious to fuck me again that he was having trouble lining up so I
reached down and brushed him aside so I could guide him to the target. I
was rewarded for my efforts by the feeling of him in me again, only this
time he had his arm around me and was squeezing my boobs with his hand as
I felt his hot breath against the back of my neck.
“You love it don’t you?” he asked rhetorically as he fucked me, “Just
like your cousin and her mother... you’re whole family is nothing but a
bunch of cock-loving whores... I bet you’ll do just about anyone just to
get laid, won’t you?”
Another time, another place, and words like that would have earned him a
slap in the face but this wasn't that time or place. I knew it was his
dick doing the talking now and I also knew what he wanted to hear and so
I didn't disappoint him.
“Oh yeah, fuck me... fuck me like a whore,” I came back, “Fuck me like
the hundreds of men before you.”
Now some men might be turned off if the girl he was screwing reminded him
of just how many men had fucked her before him, especially when the
number was in the triple digits. Not Ben. If anything he seemed all the
more turned by the numbers.
“Damn, I can’t believe that many men have had this pussy... and STILL so
fuckin’ tight,” he countered, “I’m gonna fuck you better than any of
them.”
Well, now it WAS all his fantasy as I’ve been laid by some pretty
incredible men. Physically, I’ve had cocks that would have made Ben’s
look downright puny but cock size doesn’t really mean anything so long as
it’s big enough to get in me and fill me enough to make me cum. What
really makes it memorable for me is all about the emotional aspects.
That’s why my “best” fucks have all been by my husband and father. Like,
how can sex with ANY man compare to having the man you pledged your life
to, or the man you have fully submitted yourself to?
Then there’s all the crazy circumstances where it’s WHERE I’ve been
fucked that makes all the difference. Wow, where do I even begin? Heck,
even my first BJ was memorable being in the middle of a movie theater and
me a total virgin - pussy AND mouth. What about the time my boyfriend
fucked me in the lake with all the kids swimming all around us?
Then there was my dad “hiring” me and my cousin to act as escorts for his
clients while he joined in, them having no idea what his true
relationship was with us. I could go on and on but you get the idea.
Yes, I LOVED Ben fucking me but to say he was better than all the ones
before, hardly. Still, I was certainly enjoying it!
I had my eyes closed and was focused on the action between my legs when
again Ben pulled out without warning and this time he pushed me on my
back while he moved on top of me in a classic missionary position. I
knew what that usually meant - he was getting close.
Once Ben’s dick was buried in me again I lifted my legs and wrapped them
around him, locking my ankles to pull myself tightly into him. Ben was
holding himself up on his hands, lifting himself above me as he drove his
hips into me to drive his dick deep inside of me. I lifted my head up
and looked down to where I could see his hairy crotch up against my
pussy, his cock out of sight but I could feel where it was - in me! He
must have been really close as he was just circling his hips causing his
dick to move around in circles inside of em and then he groaned and held
himself still as I felt his cock surging inside of me, telling me that he
was shooting his load into me.
“That’s it Ben... cum in me, fill me with your sperm,” I moaned loudly as
Ben released load after load of into me, taking me more like he as mating
me like a bitch in heat. There was no love, no emotional attachment. He
was fucking me, pure and simple, with the sole intent to feel good and
take me as a man only can when he mates a woman.
When he was done he dropped down and for a moment I was afraid he would
crush me but he caught himself just in time on his elbows. He was
breathing so heavily and his face was so red I was concerned he might
have a heart attack! Finally he rolled over beside me, his cock spilling
out of me, leaving a part of him inside of me.
His cock was still hard but I knew that wouldn't last for long so somehow
I picked myself up and bent over him, taking it in my mouth to savor the
rich flavor of the mixture of female cum and male sperm that coated it.
Mmmmmmm, talk about a treat! Ben groaned as I sucked on his overly-
sensitive dick but he didn't make any effort to stop me. Unfortunately,
any hope of salvaging his erection for another round quickly disappeared,
just as the size of his dick did while it was in my mouth.
Somewhat satisfied, I laid on my side and draped my leg over him,
pressing my freshly fucked pussy against his hip and rubbing myself on
him like a dog in heat. My boobs pressed against his side as he put his
arm around me and pulled me in tightly against him.
As we laid there on the bed, naked and momentarily exhausted after sex, I
wondered how long it Would take him to recover. I only knew that if he
thought he was only to cum in me once then he had better think again!
Chapter 4 Friday - Kristi and Me With My Dad
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Night #3 came quick as the guys had slept half the day away after gorging
on our Thanksgiving feast leftovers. On the brighter side, it meant we
could change to the TV to something other than boring football games.
Alas, all good things must come to an end and by supper their stomachs
were ready for more leftovers after which we all got stuck watching more
football - BORIONG!
During the day as the guys snored away we girls debated as to what out
plans would be for the evening. It took a while to decide as we could
only discuss things when my grandmother was out of the room which wasn't
all that often as she enjoyed having a houseful of relatives over at
last. Not for the first time I felt a sense of relief that Marlene
hadn’t come with us.
As part of our discussion it was sort of fun to reminisce about the past
and how much things had changed since we were teens. My aunt was the one
to bring up the first time Kristi and I had sex together with my dad.
“You have NO idea how much I wish I’d had a video camera that day,” she
said to me ruefully, shaking her head in mock despair, “Actually I was
amazed that we were able to keep it all a secret from you for so long as
we did.”
Of course she was referring to the Fourth of July family picnic the
summer after my first year of college. The picnic itself was something
we’d done for as long as I could remember but that year’s had been
something special - it included our first family orgy. When I’d left for
college I knew my dad would miss fucking my young pussy and indeed, I
missed it myself... a LOT! Still, it wasn't like he didn't have options
with my Aunt Linda always available at his beck and call.
While I was consigned to masturbation and lesbian sex with my roomie, I
thought my poor dad was suffering manfully while he waited for me to
return home. Well, little did I know that I was barely out of the house
when my cousin Kristi stepped in as my “replacement”! Somehow during
breaks they managed to keep it a secret from me and indeed, for almost
two months into the summer break I still hadn't a clue. Sure the signs
were all there but unless you were looking for them they were pretty easy
to mistake for business as usual. I mean like to see my cousin and her
mother running naked around our house wasn't exactly fodder for the
nightly news and having the two of them flirting with my dad was just
normal uncle-niece playfulness so far as I knew.
The whole story is in my diary so I won’t repeat it here except to say I
was quite shocked to learn the truth although I quickly adapted and for
the first time had sex with my dad with another girl that was younger
than me - the previous two being my mom and her sister.
Actually, other than our annual tradition which now took on even MORE
traditions, Kristi and I seldom were together with my dad. Not that he
didn’t fuck her - he did that a LOT, especially when I was off to school.
It was more like when I was home I wanted him to take ME and not have to
share him with anyone, not even my mom for the most part unless it was
something to celebrate like his birthday or Father’s Day.
While I certainly didn't mind anyone watching, I much preferred just one-
on-one sex with him where he could take me and give me his love and show
his true feelings of lust and respect for me. The lust part was obvious,
LOL, but the respect came from how he never took advantage of his
position. As his daughter and a Christian I submit totally to my father
and I would do ANYTHING he asked me to do. Still, while he knows he can
ask for the world, my dad also knows that there are things I don’t enjoy
and some that I even despise such as anal sex. The fact that my dad
LOVES anal sex yet never asks me to allow him to fuck my ass is a
tremendous testimonial to the respect he has for me as a woman and his
daughter.
My Aunt Linda was actually the one to suggest that Kristi and I sleep
with my dad. My immediate reaction was to wonder if she was thinking
more of my dad or her? Like, it was certainly generous of her to think
of how to please my father for the evening. Still, at the same time that
left her alone with our husbands - a situation she had yet to take
advantage of so far as I knew. Whether it was curiosity or just being a
little playful, I decided to call her out.
“Sounds great Aunt Linda but if we’re with my dad, where does that leave
our husbands? I mean like I don't see the two of them sleeping
together.”
Everyone laughed at that as if there was one irrefutable point it was
that neither guy had a gay bone in his body. The very idea of them even
sharing a bed, let alone having sex, was simply unimaginable.
All eyes turned to Steve and Ben, both of them who obviously knew what
Linda had in mind when she made her suggestion. Ben looked at Steve who
shrugged and turned to the rest of us.
“Well I guess that means Ben and I will just have to keep Linda warm
tonight.”
Again everyone laughed and Ben picked up the conversation saying, “Well,
if we really HAVE to, I guess I could do it.”
Yeah right, like the instant boners they both had at the very idea wasn't
a dead give-away.
My dad returned then with my grandmother after talking about something in
the kitchen. We all tried to hold back our laughter but it was obvious
something was going on.
“Ummmmm..., something you guys want to share?” my dad asked.
It was all each of us could do not to laugh out loud again as my dad
seemed puzzled as to what he had said that we found so funny.
I was sorely tempted to answer with some smart remark like, “Oh you’ll
find out later,” or “We’ll share it with you soon,” but I doubted my
grandmother would have appreciated the humor. As it was, it was already
a little uncomfortable in that it was pretty obvious we had been
discussion something we didn't want her to hear and that generally meant
something incestual.
When bedtime finally came, or at least time to go to bed, we all
dutifully headed to our “normal” bedrooms. Steve closed the door behind
me and I didn't waste a moment stripping off my clothes.
“Somebody’s horny,” Steve teased me, taking a seat on the edge of the
bed.
I wasn’t quite sure how to respond. On the one hand, I WAS horny! If
there was one thing I knew turned on Steve (well, there are LOTS of
things that turn him on but this was one) it was to see me getting all
hot and bothered. All I had to do was get a little flushed and reach
between my legs to grab his full attention. Standing in front of him
totally nude except for a gold ankle bracelet, my pussy was aching for
relief and when he hinted at something like he just had, I knew he was
hoping to see me start to masturbate for him.
On the other hand, what was making me all horny was the prospect of being
fucked by my dad along with my cousin in just a few minutes. Steve was
not exactly a prude by any definition of the word and if anything he
loved to watch me having sex with other men. He once explained it to me
that the more a guy got off with me the more he loved it as he knew for
that guy it was usually a one-time thing and all he could do after was to
wish for more. What turned him on was knowing that HE could have me
anytime he wanted for as long as he wanted - and that the other guy was
jealous of him because of it.
The only time Steve had seen my dad fucking me was back before he
proposed to me. I knew he was getting close and I didn't want to have to
postpone my answer while I waited for him to deal with my incest
responsibilities. I had learned from my Aunt’s divorce what could happen
if you married a man without having his full consent regarding incest
and I wasn't going to make the same mistake. Thus I wanted to get it out
in the open and out of the way before I agreed to marry anyone. At the
same time I didn't want to say anything TOO soon in case he never
actually proposed in which case who knew who he would tell depending on
how bad the breakup went.
What I ended up doing was hiding Steve in the closet while my dad fucked
me in the cabin where we were all meeting for Thanksgiving that year.
Honestly, I think Steve thought I was pulling his leg about having sex
with my dad and didn't fully believe me until he actually saw my dad’s
dick inside of me and witnessed my father filling me with his incestual
cum.
Whereas most every guy I know loves to fantasize about incest, at the
same time it’s almost always about someone else having an incestual
relationship. In Steve’s case, while he was extremely intimate with his
mother, much more than what the majority of people would consider
“appropriate”, there was still a line never to be crossed. Even the
thinnest, most sheer negligee was enough to create a “barrier” when it
came to touching his mother’s breasts. So long as there was no actual
skin-to-skin contact, it was OK.
So it was with how my husband viewed me and my dad. For me to run around
half naked in front of my father was fine with him. I could sit on his
lap while he sported a raging erection but so long as I had a nightshirt
between his dick and my butt, all was cool with him. It even went one
step further than with his own mother in that so long as he couldn't
actually SEE anything it was OK. Like, I could reach into my dad’s pants
and stroke his dick so long as there wasn't anything to actually see.
As far as Steve was willing to go, for me to actually have sex with dad
in front of him... well THAT was too much. I guess technically I
could’ve sat on my dad’s lap with a robe or something covering me and
rode his dick with Steve in the room but I knew it made him uncomfortable
and that all goes back to the respect thing again.
So anyway... here I was with a warm wet pussy, about ready to leave my
husband for my father’s bed, and I didn't know what to say to my husband.
Well, there is ALWAYS one thing a wife can say to her husband that is
ALWAYS OK...
“I love you Steve,” I said softly as I reached over to put my arms around
his neck and kiss him.
I felt my husband strong arms encircle me and pull me into him until my
boobs were pressed against his chest while his hands each grabbed a
fistful of my bare ass. Mmmmmmm, as horny as I was if I didn't leave
soon I Knew that I wouldn't be leaving for a lot longer time!
“Have fun with Aunt Linda,” I whispered in his ear and gave him one last
peck on the cheek.
Now THAT I knew was something I need not worry about. For whatever
reason Steve loved fucking my aunt and I knew that he was often over at
their house to get a piece of her whenever I wasn’t available. In fact, I
think he fucked my aunt a lot more than my cousin, as in almost always my
aunt - especially now that Kristi was married to Ben.
This would be the first time that he would be doing her with a guy other
than my dad which I thought would probably be for the best. Steve would
never fuck me along with my dad and I think that influenced him somewhat
with anyone my dad fucked, even Linda. To do her with another guy closer
to his age was probably going to be a dream come true for them both.
“See you in the morning babe,” he said, blowing me as kiss as I stepped
through the doorway. I probably should have worn a robe but my
grandmother’s bedroom door was shut and I wanted to make an “entrance”
when I entered my dad’s bedroom. What better than to be 100% nude?
Walking swiftly down the hallway, I listened at the door and thought I
heard something but wasn't quite sure so I turned the doorknob and opened
the door. I was just about to jump in wearing nothing but a smile when I
saw my dad wasn’t alone. Wouldn't you know it, my cousin had beat me to
the punch!
“Hey cuz, what took you so long? Sorry, I couldn’t wait.”
Kristi was grinning from ear to ear, obviously pleased with herself to be
the first to get my dad’s dick for the night and she certainly hadn't
wasted a moment in climbing aboard. My dad was laying on his back with
his head resting on a couple of pillows pilled in behind his head while
Kristi was riding him reverse cowgirl such that she was facing the door
as I entered. I doubted it was a coincidence that her first position was
such that she could look me in the eyes as I came in while she was
bouncing playfully on my father’s rigid erection.
Well, I wasn't about to give her the satisfaction of showing any sadness
or displeasure. Instead, I simply climbed up on the bad and swung one
leg over my dad’s chest and held onto the headboard while I positioned my
wet pussy directly over my dad’s face.
“Hi daddy!” I greeted him cheerfully with my first words of the night.
“Well hello yourself little girl,” he said back with a grin as my pussy
dangled just inches from his mouth.
“Eat my pussy daddy,” I demanded, trying my best to ignore the rocking
movement as my cousin rode his dick behind me.
Lowering myself downward, my dad put one hand on each of my hips and
pulled me into his mouth, his tongues extending to lick my shaved pussy
as it came into contact with his face.
God it felt so good to feel my father’s tongue on my sensitive clit! My
dad knew exactly where and how to lick me after having done so more than
any other man in my life (although Steve was making a valiant effort to
catch up). Other than my mom, my dad was probably the best person when it
came to eating me and that includes women as well. Well as they say,
practice makes perfect.
My grip tightened on the headboard as Kristi was moving around behind me.
As it turned out she was twisting herself around such that she was facing
me while on her knees as she straddle my dad’s torso. I felt her arms
around me as she put them over each of my boobs and started playing with
my nipples between her fingers.
“Mmmmmmm, been a while, eh cuz?” she murmured in my ear as I tried to
focus simultaneously on my dad’s tongue and her talented fingers.
She was right, it HAD been a while. It’s amazing how fast time can go by
and it had been months since the last time we got together for some fun.
For a moment my mind drifted to a few nights we’d spent together when we
both were horny without a date... wow!
“Oh daddy... just like that!” I exclaimed, jumping a little as my dad’s
tongue pushed up inside of me. Any thoughts of Kristi were pushed aside
as my dad brought me to my first orgasm of the evening.
“Already?” was all Kristi said as she reached down to touch my pussy as
my orgasm peaked, “Damn, I’m jealous!”
She pulled her hand away so I took one of mine off the headboard, using
the other to rip for dear life as I felt like I was going to leap off the
bed at any moment if my dad didn't stop his relentless assault on my poor
pussy. God it felt so damn GOOD!
Kristi started to groan and moan as my orgasm slowly waned and I knew why
she had pulled away from me - she was doing herself as she fucked my dad.
“Oh yeah!” she cried out, a little too loudly as I was sure my
grandmother would hear her in the adjoining bedroom, “Fuck me Uncle
John... Fuck me harder!”
In reality it was HER doing the work as my dad more or less just laid
there on his back. Really, what could he do with two girls on top of
him, one riding his cock while crying out from her first orgasm of the
night and the other rubbing her wet pussy against his lips and cheeks?
“My turn,” I said rather demandingly as I pulled away from my father’s
face and laid down in the bed with my back up against my father’s warm
nude body - make that HOT nude body as he was already glistening with
seat and the night was still young.
“Hang on.. almost done,” Kristi groaned as she rubbed her pussy furiously
to keep her orgasm going as long as possible. She gave one more heavy
groan and then more or less fell to the side, allowing my dad’s
glistening cock which was still rock hard.
My neck was getting sore from twisting around to watch so I straightened
it out and was rewarded with the feel of my dad turning to spoon me.
“I bet your little pussy’s hungry for some daddy cock, am I right?” he
teased me as he snuggled in closer to me, his dick poking me in the lower
back.
“Oh daddy, stop teasing me and fuck me!”
As wet and horny I was now after him licking me to an orgasm, his hard
dick slid easily into me as he pressing his crotch into my bare ass to
plunge himself deeper and deeper into me. Within seconds he was stroking
his incestuous dick in and out of me in slow steady movements. Oh yean,
now THIS is what I’d wanted so badly to tell Steve that I was looking
forward to, the feel of my own father’s cock filling me as I laid there
in total submission.
At the moment I had no idea what Kristi was doing but she was the last
thing on my mind. I closed my eyes and focused on just one thing, the
feel of my father’s erection as he moved it slowly in and out of me as if
he was trying to stretch out the time it took him to cum so he could fuck
me as long as possible. I felt his hand work between my legs and then
push his arm through until he had my leg in the crook of his elbow,
lifting it up high to expose my pussy for us both to watch as he fucked
his daughter.
“Say cheese!”
My eyes had been shut tight but even so I could see the brightness of the
flash as the camera went off in Kristi’s iPhone. Seeing spots, I opened
my eyes to see her grinning as she maneuvered for a closer view of my
dad’s dick in me.
“Kristi!” I exclaimed, “What the hell are you doing?”
If there was one cardinal rule we followed as a family, it was no photos
or videos during family sex. What I mean is when we have sex as an
extended family as of course that didn't apply when it had been just me
and dad living together. Sure there had been times when my mom had taken
photos and videos of me and my dad having sex. Those were the ones I
knew I would treasure someday when I got older and indeed, there were
times now when my dad would pull out an old one back to when I use to
pose in outfits he bought for me back when I was just ten or twelve. I
wasn't nude but I may as well have been from the lack of coverage. Then
there were the early sex scenes, when I first was having sex with my dad.
OMG, those I would have died if we ever lost. Talk about important
moments in your life!
Kristi seemed not to care about anything and my dad wasn't saying
anything either so she kept on taking photo after photo.
“Let me know when you’re close Uncle John,” she said almost like she was
directing a porn scene.
“You mean like now?” he grunted.
“Damn!” Kristi muttered under her breath, reaching quickly for the
controls of her phone as she switched modes to start taking video.
“OK... ready!” she said with a look of determination as she kept the
camera focused on where my father’s dick was appearing and then
disappearing inside of my pussy.
Their timing was perfect as my dad latched onto my boob tightly as he
thrust himself deep inside of me.
“Oh fuck, I’m cumming Kelly, daddy’s cumming in you,” he groaned. In a
way I wondered later when we all were watching the replay if he wasn't
saying it more for the camera but I loved it all the same.
A sharp thrust and then a quiver against my ass as he started to
ejaculate within me. I knew that with each thrust yet another rope of
his thick cum was spying from the tip of his dick deep inside of me.
Again as we all watched the riveting replay later the next day, I
wondered if this was for the camera but no such thoughts were in my head
as he pulled out and let the last couple of loads gush out over my pussy.
Once he was done he quickly pushed it back into me and gave me a couple
more strokes before just lying there still with his throbbing dick still
in me.
“Oh daddy, that feels so good,” I moaned with my eyes shut tight. Little
did I know how well that line would go over when the others watched.
They all teased me a little but there was no mistaking the intensity of
my feelings at the time.
While I was pretty confident that my dad had taken his pill beforehand,
he still was going to take a while to recover as he finally turned onto
his back allowing his withering cock to slide from my cum-filled pussy.
“Here Uncle John, take this while I do Kelly,” Kristi said as she handed
the phone to my dad.
With a shove she pushed me on my back and then she got back in bed again,
kneeling between my legs.
“Ready?” she asked. I knew she wasn't asking me - it was my dad she was
waiting for as he fumbled with the phone.
“Just push that thing on the bottom to the left for photos,” she
instructed him as he seemed unsure as to what to do.
He figured it out and took a shot of her as she posed with her face right
over my freshly fucked pussy. Turning the camera to Kristi, she nodded
her approval and waited for him to get ready again. Once he gave her the
thumbs up she lowered her head and started to lick my pussy and lick the
cum from my pussy where my dad had sprayed it just a few moments before.
“Oh yeah, not THAT’s that I call a midnight snack,” she said all with a
grin as she licked her lips to get the last drop of cum. I didn't tell
her it wasn't anywhere near midnight but why spoil her mood?
“Here, lift your fat ass cuz,” she teased me as she tried to shove a
pillow under my butt to make it easier to eat me.
I just let the “fat as” dig go by, she knew full well how had the bigger
ass between us and it wasn’t me, not by a long shot! I lifted my butt so
she could shove it in under me and then she put her hands on my inner
thighs and pushed my legs up to lift my butt up even more. Pausing a
moment to pose for my dad, she plunged her face into my wet pussy, almost
attacking it as she gobbled up the cum which was now draining from my
pussy down to my ass and the pillow below it.
“Oh god!” I exclaimed as her nose pressed against my sensitive clit.
“She’s pretty good, isn’t she?” my dad observed.
“Don't worry daddy, you’re still the best,” I comforted him even though
it was a slight white lie in that my mom was in a league of her own when
it came to oral sex.
“God that’s so fucking hot!” he groaned as he got up on his knees to get
a better angle of my cousin’s face in between my legs.
Yep, two girls - always a winner for the guys. Two cousins, even better.
One licking his cum from the other’s pussy after he’d just fucked her...
priceless.
“Don't you dare stop,” I threatened her as I felt another orgasm arising
within me, “Don't you fucking stop now!”
“OH FUCK!” I couldn’t help but cry out as she made me cum. My pussy
gushed and the remained of my dad’s cum flooded out of me into Kristi’s
waiting tongue as she lapped it up like a cat at a bowl of warm milk.
Hopefully her camera had a lot of memory from the number of pics my dad
was taking. I didn't care... all I cared about was my cousin’s mouth as
she licked me and rubbed her nose against my clit.
“Come here,” I begged her, my arms reaching out to her.
Kristi moved her naked body on top of me, her boobs pressing against mine
as we kissed and she shared the delicious flavor of my freshly fucked
pussy. Damn it tasted so good!
We twisted until we were on our sides and for the next few minutes we
just kissed and hugged each other like tow lovers. Damn, it had been ages
since my cousin and I had made out like this and I realized just how much
I missed doing this with her.
“Ummmmm, do I get any attention?” my dad finally broke in or we might
have gone on all night.
We both looked at him where he was stroking himself as he watched us.
His dick wasn't at its fully erect state, not by an means, but it wasn't
entirely flaccid either. From plenty of past experience I knew the only
difference now was just a little attention...
We both started to go for him but I pushed Kristi aside gently but
firmly.
“You fucked him first so I get to suck him first,” I said, “It’s only
fair.”
In a way it was rather funny in that normally I would have sucked my dad
for as long as possible before he fucked me but today it was all upside
down. Kristi has been in such a hurry to one-up her cousin that she had
just mounted him immediately without so much as a lick on his shaft.
Well, I corrected THAT in a few moments, taking my dad’s semi-flaccid
cock in my mouth and sucking on it softly with my tongue playing along
the tip. His crotch had a thick heavy musky odor now that was tempered
by the smell and taste of pussy - mine and Kristi’s. Mmmmmmm, it was so
erotic!
“OK, now I get some,” Kristi demanded after I’d sucked on him for a few
minutes. I wasn't about to pushed away THATY quickly though and I
refused to give ground, keeping his dick firmly in my mouth.
“Now girls, no fighting,” my dad chuckled, “There’s plenty for both of
you.”
What I REALLY wanted was to feel my dad grow in my mouth. It was one of
those things that really turned me on when I suck any cock - to feel it
grow in my mouth. Face it, 99% of the time by the time I get a guy’s
dick in my mouth he’s at full erection mode already. It’s rare that I
get to actually feel it enlarge and become thick and hard inside my
mouth. Don't ask me to explain why, it just fascinates me and really
turns me on.
At this moment that was exactly what was happening and I was not about to
give it over to Kristi now just as it was starting to grow. Indeed, he
had already grown substantially since I’d started and I knew it would
only take a few more minutes at this pace to get him fully erect... and
THEN Kristi could have it.
“I know what you’re doing and it’s not fair!” she huffed, obviously
disappointed as she could see what was happening when I let him slide out
of my mouth a little. Oh well little cousin, life isn’t fair!
Soon my dad had regained his erection to where he was pressing against
the back of my throat when I took him in all the way. Lifting my head
up, I grinned at Kristi and nodded at my dad’s dick.
“OK, you can have it now.”
She just glared at me but she didn't waste any time replacing my mouth
with hers. Meanwhile, as my cousin blew her uncle I moved up and offered
him my boob to suck on. I loved the feel of his lips as he tugged ion my
erect nipple and then the soothing touch of his wet tongue as he ran
little circles around it. My dad was more a leg man and pussy lover but
he wasn't about to turn down my boobs, at least not when I practically
pushed them in his face.
After a while I went back down and joined Kristi as the two of us finally
shared his dick between us, running our tongues up and down opposite
sides and then switching back and forth to take him as deep into our
mouths as we could one after the other.
“Damn girls, if you keep doing that I’m not going to be able to stop
myself,” my dad sighed, followed by a deep groan as Kristi took him down
her throat, “ Yeah, I mean like that.”
Pushing us gently away, he sat up in bed with his wet cock pointed up to
the ceiling. The two of us sat back on our heels, waiting to hear what
he wanted next... and who. He’d fucked us both but I’d gotten his cum so
it was only fair that Kristi get the next load as it would likely be the
last but then again, as I’d told Kristi before, life isn’t fair!
“It’s like trying to decide between impossible choices,” my dad sighed as
he looked at me and then at my cousin, “I guess there’s only one choice -
do you both.”
With that he positioned us both doggy style ion the edge of the bed with
our knees on the edge and our lower legs and feet hanging off the side.
We were side by side, our naked bodies pressed against one another as he
had us lower down to our elbows so our pussies were more easily
accessible.
“Now THAT is one incredible sight,” he said as he stood back and stared
at us, “Damn... stay that way for a minute... don’t move a muscle.”
He hustled over to the bed and pushed the covers around until he found
Kristi’s phone.
“OK, say cheese,” he teased us as he moved around until he got the shot
he wanted, “Finger your pussies now.”
Dutifully we did as he told us, spreading our pussy lips apart and then
rubbing ourselves and pushing our fingers in our pussies as he took one
shot after another. I couldn't help but feel like one of those porn
stars on the internet as it was such a classic pose.
“Fuck, enough of that, I’m gonna fuck some pussy now,” he grunted as he
laid the camera aside and moved up behind Kristi first.
Without any hesitation, he rammed his dick into her to the hilt, pushing
her forward as she grunted from the force of his entry. Rather than pull
out and do it again, he pulled out and quickly moved in between my legs
and did the same to me. Like Kristi, I couldn't help but grunt as he
suddenly rammed it deep inside of me and pressed in hard against my ass
like he wanted to see just how far he could get it in me.
Well, he had said he was going to do us both and indeed, that was just
what he did. Back and forth he went, a stroke in her and then in me and
then back in her again. Finally as he tired he started to do two and
then three strokes before he would switch pussies.
“Oh shit, I’m getting old,” he gasped finally after going on for a while
this way. He was fucking me at the time, now getting in maybe a half
dozen stroked before he switched back to my cousin.
He pulled out of me then but instead of entering his niece he took a seat
on the edge of the bed and pulled Kristi on top of him. She was still on
her feet facing away from him as he pulled her down onto his dick.
“Sorry babe, I can’t keep doing all the work, now fuck me.”
Kristi knew what to do as it was pretty obvious what he wanted. I sat on
the edge of the bed next to them, one leg bent under me with the other
foot on the floor. My pussy was screaming for more attention and while
it really wanted my dad’s dick, for the moment it made do with my finger
as I masturbated and watched my dad being fucked by my horny little
cousin.
“OK Kelly, your turn,” he said to my surprise. Wow, he was really
holding out this time!
Kristi reluctantly made room for me as I got into position and reached
back for my dad’s dick. Kristi proved to be a good sport of it and
instead she grabbed my dad’s wet shaft and guided it into my pussy for me
as I sat down and felt it slide into me.
He must have been closer than he had realized as I’d only been riding him
for less than a minute when he suddenly pushed me off and motioned for
Kristi to get aboard.
“Sorry sweetheart, I promised her a load too,” he apologized as Kristi
grinned at me.
His attention quickly switched back to my cousin’s pussy now enveloping
his dick as he moaned while he came inside of her. Kristi was grinning
from ear to ear as she looked at me, obviously pleased that she was
getting it instead of me.
Now it was my turn to eat my dad’s cum from my cousin’s pussy. This time
my dad didn't worry about the camera as he leaned back and let Kristi lay
on top of him as I licked and ate her pussy right over his rapidly
dwindling dick. I even got in a few licks of his dick while it was
available. It didn't take long before she was cumming and it looked so
hot to see her in the throes of an orgasm while laying on top of the man
who had just fucked her so well.
My dad, pill or now pill, was done. His eyes were glazed over as my
cousin and I helped him under the covers as he drifted off into a deep
sleep - snoring and all.
“Well, that was fun,” Kristi mumbled as she sat there with her legs
crossed under her.
My thoughts went back to when we were kissing earlier and how intimate
and loving that moment had felt. With my dad now satisfied and literally
passed out for the night, what better time than to have more of that.
“Come her cuz,” I called to her softly, my arms outstretched.
Our lips met, then our tongues and I knew we wouldn't be joining my dad
for a long time...
Chapter 5 Saturday - Fantasy Fulfilled for All
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Every man I’ve ever known masturbates to porn but ask him about his
favorite and/or most naughty fantasy and are it probably won’t be
anything to do with a porn star. If my experience with chatting and
having sex with numerous men over the years is worth anything, odds are
you’ll get one of these answers... two or more girls at the same time,
something incestual, or taking a young girl for her first time. Of
course there are many variations on these seemingly simple themes. For
instance, to some men “young” means anyone under eighteen, typically in
their mid-teens, while other men lean more to the tweens and then there
are even those pervs who go for little girls in the single digits.
Incest-wise, some guys tell me about their lust for a sister while others
want their mom with the occasional cousin or aunt mixed in.
The “multi-girl” category can really vary and can actually even include
the other two depending on the guy’s fantasies about the girls. For most
guys it’s more a question of being naughty and doing something taboo so
they move up the scale from s simple three-some between two unrelated
girls to cousins and then sisters. Perhaps the most provocation is when
they dream of a mother and daughter which could be quite different
depending on the age of the daughter in the fantasy.
To be fair, it’s not just men that have such fantasies. For example, my
mom use to tell me for years how she wished I had a brother so she could
have sex with her son... followed closely by watching him and me have sex
leading to a family threesome. I have to admit to having some of my own
as well, usually something to do with either two brothers (not
necessarily mine) or a father and son both taking me at the same time.
For my dad, you could say he hit the Trifecta! Not only did he get to
fuck me as a teen as well as my cousin Tammy when she was only fourteen,
but he got to do two or more girls at the same time (either me and my
cousin Kristi or me and my mom or some other combination). Then to top
it all, he got the mother-daughter box checked off when me and my mom
joined forces to please him. Not many men get to realize all three of
the top fantasies - and at the same time no less!
My husband Steve pretty much has the same opportunities as my dad and
trust me, he takes full advantage of them. Sometimes I wish his mother
would join in with us but that doesn’t seem likely to ever happen.
Unfortunately for him there’s nobody younger left to fuck in the family
so anything like that he has to do with my dad and Aunt when they go to
their family parties. Still, overall I would say Steve’s sex life is
better than he ever could have imagined growing up and how many husbands
can make THAT claim?
Then there’s Ben, my cousin Kristi’s new husband. When you marry a woman
you met as a prostitute then it shouldn’t come as any surprise that she
doesn’t exactly have a typical family life. Still, I have to wonder if
he really understood what he was getting himself into... or should I say
WHO he would be getting into? LOL. No doubt he had to expect that his
wife wouldn’t exactly be monogamous but so far as I know Kristi didn't
reveal her incestual leanings until after their vows were exchanged.
Again, while I’m sure it had to be a bit of a shock, it couldn't have
been anything nearly as great as it would’ve been had he married a
“normal” woman, meaning one that wasn't turning tricks for years with him
as one of her clients.
We’d been quietly debating all day what to do this evening. There were
even suggestions like heading up to go clubbing in Chicago but we didn't
think it would be right to leave my grandmother when we were suppose to
be visiting.
In the end the decision was sort of surprising to me. It was something
we hadn’t done in quite a while, in fact not since my mother had left my
dad and moved out to Oregon. The guys were pretty all for it, even my
dad who I would have thought would be the one to oppose it. I guess
after a couple of nights of hot sex he’d loosened up a bit - at least for
the holiday weekend.
No sooner had my grandmother’s bedroom door shut than we all gathered in
my dad and aunt’s bedroom. I have to admit I felt both excited and a bit
worried. In our previous “family orgies” it was always my dad with
multiple girls - his wife, daughter, etc. Tonight the numbers were even
which meant rather than being the man in the middle so to say, he would
now be just one of three hard dicks. Oh well, he hadn't said anything to
oppose things so I guess we would just have to take him on his word.
My aunt assumed the motherly role to get things started, telling everyone
to just strip and get it over with rather than fooling around with any
kind of strip teasing or whatever. Now that sort of thing would have
been fun for me but I could see her point. The room was crowded enough
with six people so hers was probably the best suggestion. Within minutes
everyone was naked and either seated on the bed or standing next to it.
All the men were already fully erect but I guess I couldn’t blame them
for their lack of self-control.
Once again it was my aunt directing things and her experience clearly
showed as she knew just what to do to get things off on the right foot.
It was an easy decision actually as I have never met a guy who didn't
enjoy watching two girls having sex - with three being even better.
Chapter 6 Sunday - Breakfast With My Grandmother
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It probably should go without saying that Sunday morning came way too
soon. Even so, my internal alarm clock worked perfectly. OK, so my
bladder may have had something to do with it as well but either way I was
awake at 7:30AM while everyone else was still sound asleep.
Looking around the room, it was quite a sight. Nothing but naked bodies
draped over one another in no particular rhyme or order. The strong odor
of sex lingered in the air. Whew, some air freshener was in order!
Grabbing a robe that I think was my aunt’s, I wrapped it around me and
hurried to the bathroom to deal with my immediate needs. As I stepped
back out into the hallway, I was startled to almost run into my
grandmother.
“Good morning,” she greeted me with an odd smile, “So are you going to
the service with me? Starts at 9:00 you know.”
Well duh, like what was I suppose to say? My body was telling me that
another couple hours of sleep wouldn’t hurt but my heart and soul was
tugging me to attend church. I really don't like to miss it and I always
feel guilty when I do.
To answer her I just nodded to which she responded, “I’m guessing the
rest won’t be joining us.”
She nodded her head at the bedroom door and it was immediately obvious
she knew everyone was in the room together. Well, it wasn't up to me to
explain our actions so I figured best to just let it go and she wasn't
exactly pressing the issue anyways. I was just like always with her
pretending that things happening right under her nose never happened.
I started to follow her to the kitchen but she politely but firmly put
out her hand and wrinkled her nose.
“How about I get breakfast started and you take a shower first?”
While she didn't exactly say WHY I should take a shower, it was pretty
obvious. First, my hair was a disaster and it didn't help that I could
feel clumps of dried cum in it when I tried to run my fingers through it.
I hadn't really noticed anyone cumming in my hair the night before but
obviously someone had been shooting with some pretty good range!
Besides my hair, I knew I had to wreak with sex and it was going to take
more than a little deodorant and perfume to mask the odor. Besides
everything, the more I woke up the grungier I felt. Although first I
felt a little embarrassed, I realized it would have been nothing had I
sat down to have breakfast with her in this condition only to realize
later how bad I must have looked and smelled to her.
As the hot water cascaded off my shoulders and head I scrubbed my well-
fucked pussy thoroughly. One of the additional benefits of shaving your
crotch is it makes it much easier to clean up after a good night of sex!
As my fingers worked their way between my legs, memories of the night
before came back and I started to rub myself more than necessary to get
myself clean. Then I remembered my grandmother was probably cooking
breakfast for me and it wouldn't be polite to be late just because I
wanted to masturbate first - plenty of time for that after we ate.
Wrapping my hair up in a towel, I started to put on the robe but when I
held it up to my nose I realized that wearing it would negate the
benefits of the shower so I just found a larger towel to wrap around me.
I glanced into the bedroom before heading to the kitchen but nobody had
moved a muscle since I’d left!
“Better?” I asked as cheerfully as I could muster when I entered the
kitchen.
“Yes, thank you Kelly,” she said softly, “Sorry, I couldn't help but say
something.”
I gave her a hug and kissed her on the cheek and it seemed like
everything was OK between us, at least for the moment. As I sat down I
recalled how many times she and I had done this very thing - share
breakfast while the rest of whoever was with us slept soundly away. It
was sort of like our special time together and we’d had some pretty
interesting conversations over the years! It appeared soon that this
time would be no different.
“So I take it you all had fun last night after I went to bed?”
Whoa, now THAT one came out of the blue as until then we’d been talking
about the new pastor and how she wasn't happy with the way he’d changed
around the order of the service.
“I guess so,” I said slowly, trying to stall for time so I could see
where she was taking this.
“You know Kelly, I’m not all THAT naïve,” she said but her eyes stayed
focused on the plate in front of her and never met mine. I waited
patiently for her to continue, not wanting to say anything unnecessarily
that might make things worse.
“It seems to me now that your mother is gone that you’ve lost whatever
sensibility she maintained. I just can't see the sort of thing you
people did last night in my own house happening if she had been here.”
Several things alerted me... “the sort of thing you people did” and “in
my own house” were the ones that hit home the most. It was like it was
bad enough we had an incestual mini-orgy but what seemed to bug her the
most was that we did it all but right in front of her. It wasn’t like
the old walls exactly muffled the sound of what was happening on the
other side of the bedroom door, especially something like last night’s
heroics.
I fidgeted in my seat, adjusting the towel which was threatening to drop.
Yeah, like THAT was just what I needed right now. Of all the similar
conversations we’d had in the past, this one was perhaps the most
uncomfortable for me. Prior to this they usually centered around her
concern for me, like she was making sure that whatever was going on
between me and my dad was something I wanted and not anything he was
forcing upon me. It all stemmed back to when my grandfather first took
my own mother. It wasn’t rape as while not entirely against her will, it
wasn't like she protested or told him “NO”. In the end she was even
thankful although I knew she never felt quite right that her mother
didn’t approve.
Yeah, this was different. My grandmother wasn’t worried about ME this
time, she was more pissed off that we had disrespected HER. It was like
our “don't ask, don’t tell” policy had been stretched past the limits to
the point where she wasn't able to entirely ignore everything.
“Well grandma, you DO know that mom has changed quite a bit lately
herself, don't you?” I started to say. Indeed, now that my mom wasn’t
bound by her marital vows she was a LOT more slutty than I ever could
have dreamed she could be but my grandmother wasn’t listening to any of
that.
“No you just be quiet about your mother Kelly,” she scolded me, her face
turning a bit red, “She was always the good one, not like her sister god
help us all. Just look at yourself and be thankful you had her for your
mother instead of turning into what your cousin became.”
I couldn't let that slide entirely so I started to respond saying, “Now
Grandma, you know Kristi stopped doing that stud a while ago. She’s even
married now.”
I paused to catch my breath but before I could continue my grandmother
cut back in with, “Like I said Kelly, I’m really not that stupid. Do you
think I don't know how she and Linda manage to sell so many properties?”
Wow, it was ALL coming out now. She must have been even more upset than
I’d thought. Actually, I was a little surprised that she even knew about
the “benefits” of buying a home from my Aunt Linda. Then again, it’s not
the sort of thing you can keep a secret amongst family forever.
Then she leaned over and said quietly as if worried someone might hear
her. Judging by my last peek into the bedroom the odds of THAT happening
were about zero but I didn’t say anything.
“I’m sorry Kelly, it’s just so hard for me to comprehend sometimes, even
after all these years. How can you even think about setting foot in
church this morning after what you did last night?”
Well, I could take only so much before I had to draw the line. “Grandma,
I didn’t do anything last night that I am ashamed of in the slightest.
If anything, I’m proud of it.”
Now it was her turn to be exasperated. “Kelly, you committed incest and
adultery. How can you be proud of that?”
“Well, incest maybe but not adultery,” I muttered under my breath but as
old as she was she still heard me.
“Listen Kelly, don't give me any of that crap about it not being adultery
if it’s incest. Committing one sin doesn’t offset another. You’re
mother tried pulling that one and I didn't buy it then and I most
certainly am not buying it now.”
“I’m sorry Grandma, I just don't see it that way. Now do you want me to
go to church with you or am I too unclean to sit next to you in the pew?”
Maybe a little too much but she got the message and the conversation
ended in what could be best described as a draw. I helped her with the
dishes and then hurried to my bedroom to change. Thankfully we hadn’t
used that room last night so my clothes were pretty much all where I’d
left them. I’d brought along a rather conservative floral dress just for
church, at least it was conservative for me. Although still a few inches
above my knees, it was perhaps the longest in my closet.
Back in the kitchen my grandmother was waiting for me, her Bible open in
front of her - no doubt to the anti-incest and adultery pages but I
wasn't about to reopen that conversation again. She looked up at me and
her eyes covered me critically.
“No bra? Really Kelly?” she sighed with exasperation as she closed her
Bible.
In the first place, I hadn't brought one so it wasn't like I made a
conscious decision NOT to wear one. I thought the dress was thick enough
that my nipples wouldn't be poking through and an earlier glance in the
mirror hadn't drawn any attention but apparently she was able to figure
out I was missing something - probably the lack of a strap line.
“Well I hope you’re at least wearing underwear then,” she muttered
shaking her head.
I just ignored that one. Of course I was wearing underwear! Like, I WAS
going to church with my ultra-conservative grandmother, not my father, so
I wasn’t about to even think about drawing such attention to myself. Not
that they were exactly granny panties but then they weren't a full-blown
thing either. Tasteful is how I would classify them.
“How do you girls even walk in those things?” she asked as we went out to
her car for the short drive to church.
I glanced down and shrugged. It wasn’t like I was wearing six-inch
stilettos or anything like that. I thought they were rather classy -
black strapless with maybe a four-inch heel. Not like they were clear
stripper heels!
In the end church went just fine. My grandmother introduced me to her
friends and even the pastor. I almost laughed when even the pastor
managed a quick downward glance at my cleavage although I doubted anyone
noticed it was so fast. Hey, he’s a man too and most men can’t entirely
stop the instinct so it didn't bother me at all.
By the time we got home the rest of the gang was up and my dad was
already packing the SUV. I hadn't planned to wear a dress on the trip
home and especially not the heels but my dad had already packed the
suitcases so I wasn't left with a choice. Seeing how the guys were
looking at me in my dress, somehow I don't think it was entirely
coincidental that my clothes had been locked up so quickly!
We all kissed and hugged my grandmother goodbye and it was back on the
road for the ten hour trip home. You would have thought that after all
the sex the night before that everyone would have been worn out and
settle in for the trip.
You might have thought so but then you would’ve been wrong, LOL.
Chapter 7 Sunday Afternoon - The Trip Home
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Actually, with the SUV loaded up as full as it was we didn’t really get
into any sort of crazy doings on the way home. Kristi was the one to
start flashing her boobs at the truckers. Not to be outdone I flashed a
few of my own and we even finally managed to talk my aunt into doing it a
couple of times herself. It made me wonder what the truckers were saying
on their radios to each other. Were some of them making deliberate moves
to pull up alongside of us?
The only other real “event” was when my aunt dared me and Kristi to
relive one of our older car games that we use to play when travelling
together - see who could cum first. Back as teens even before we started
having sex together we use to masturbate all the time. Whether it was
because I “practiced” more than her or whatever the reason, I usually won
like 80% of the time or more.
This was a first for Ben whereas for Steve it was sort of “been there,
done that” type of thing. In the end it was sort of funny because
neither of us wanted to ”win” the contest as we both enjoyed what we were
doing too much to have to stop. Finally she couldn't hold off any longer
and as soon as she started hers and I was confirmed the winner when I
allowed myself to finish as well.
It was late in the evening when we finally got back to the ‘burgh. My
dad dropped Kristi and Ben off first and then pulled up to our apartment.
“Maybe next time your mom can join us,” Aunt Linda said to Steve as we
gathered our suitcase.
Now had I said something anywhere close to that Steve would have gone off
the deep end and chastised me for bringing up the subject, fiercely
denying that he had any such desires for his mother. To my shock,. In
response to my Aunt’s comments he simply kissed her gave her a “who
knows” sort of answer. Was he just teasing her?
After being cooped up all day in the SUV, Steve was anxious for a little
relief and then we finally slept in our own bed again. I fell asleep
thankful for having such a wonderful husband and family. Wow, this was a
lot of fun so maybe we should plan something similar for Christmas!
THE END