Subject: Diversity
Story Codes: MF Mf oral incest father daughter
Diary Date: December 3, 2016
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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All it takes is a quick glance at any porn site and you can't miss it -
the fixation many people have when it comes to interracial sex. For me
it's NOT something particularly fascinating, no different than any other
porn. It's not that I think porn is offensive, dehumanizes women, etc.
but more that for the most part it's just plain silly and unbelievable.
However, my husband - like most men I know, really gets off from it and
masturbate regularly while viewing it. Despite my ambivalence, as his
wife it's my duty to please my husband and to submit to his authority as
the head of our family which sometimes means doing things I wouldn't
otherwise do. So long as nobody is harmed and my basic moral and ethical
standards are met, what does it hurt?
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 - Setting Things Straight
Chapter 2 - Erotic or Racist?
Chapter 3 - Interview Preparations
Chapter 4 - The Final Interview
Chapter 5 - A Surprising Announcement
Chapter 6 - Fantasies Fulfilled
Chapter 1 - Setting Things Straight
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This diary entry deal with incest and underage sex, two topics that
people either love or hate it seems based on the feedback I get.
Unfortunately I think a lot of people have gained some wrong impressions
of me and frankly I'm growing weary of having to deal with some of the
weird and perverted people who have tried to contact me - men AND women.
So let's set the record straight...
Yes, I have had sex with a number of boys and girls who are technically
"underage". While I won't try to say I haven't enjoyed it, I can
categorically state it's not my first preference. Personally, I'd much
prefer to do their father - especially if it was behind the backs of
their mother. So why do I get involved with this when I say it's not my
ideal situation? One reason and one reason only - my husband. As a
Christian wife I submit to my husband. Now before anyone rolls their
eyes and thinks this is some sort of slavery or blind obedience, far from
it. The reason I emphasize being a "Christian" is that biblical
submission is a two-way street. Yes, my husband is the head of our
family and in the end it's his word that carries the day. That said, he
also loves me and respects me and I trust him to never abuse his "powers"
and to always consider my needs and feelings. I'm not claiming every
couple can walk the tightrope, just that it works in our marriage.
So yes, I allow my husband to indulge in his fantasies and needs for
younger girls. He doesn't go off the deep end - he prefers them like
twelve to fourteen so not like they aren't as willing to participate as
he is. And yes, for a time I participated with him in order for him to
be able to attend the parties where such girls were available. Yet to
show what I mean about how Steve lives up to his responsibilities in our
marriage, over time we've come to an agreement which is now in place. I
no longer attend the parties with him and instead he goes with either my
Aunt Linda or her daughter Kristi - both of whom share his interests.
Thus he gets what he wants and I don't have to rationalize my behaviors.
That's not to say I am against underage sex, just that it's not my thing
- no different than I would prefer avoiding anal sex, facials, or those
sort of things.
One thing I do need to clarify and that there's a difference in my book
between pure underage sex and incest. What I mean is that just having
sex with a kid doesn't turn me on. Incest, on the other hand, is
something I believe strongly in - at least when properly practiced. When
it comes to incest, age isn't really relevant. I mean like why should a
girl have to wait until she's eighteen to have sex with her own father?
Hopefully this helps explain a little why the events of this story fit
within with my ethical and moral boundaries. If it was just some guy
having sex with another man's daughter I wouldn't be writing about it for
the simple reason I wouldn't have wanted anything to do with it.
However, in this situation it's all about the love and feelings between a
father and daughter that are finally allowed to be expressed in ways they
never thought possible which to me is a touching and poignant thing!
Chapter 2 - Erotic or Racist?
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Let me start by saying that I've never understood why porn sites make
such a big deal about interracial sex, primarily between white girls and
black men but the opposite is quite popular as well. In fact, I find
even classifying it as "interracial sex" to be rather offensive, almost
as bad as taking pleasure from fantasies about 1800-era slave owners
using their slaves for their sexual shenanigans. "Once you go black you
never go back" and myths about black male "size" only perpetuate the
racist stereotyping. Like, does it really make any difference what color
or race your partner is when you're having sex?
That said, I'm not just another dumb blonde. I fully that realize my
rants aren't going to change the way much of the world views interracial
sex. Heck, even though he knows full well about my feelings on the
subject, even my own husband makes no effort hide how much it would get
him off to watch me being fucked by some big black stud as well as his
own desires for young black pussy (with emphasis on the "young" part of
that description).
Despite my husband's lurid fantasies, it's been years since I've had sex
with a black guy and I've never seen Steve with his fantasy young black
girl. Sure, I certainly haven't been there every time he's had sex
outside our marriage so I can't be 100% sure he hasn't, but I'd still be
simply amazed if he could keep it a secret had he ever fucked a young
black girl knowing how horny it makes him to even fantasize about it.
Please don't try to read anything between the lines when I say that it's
been a long time since I had sex with a black guy. It's not like I've
ever made a conscious decision about whether or not to do it - or with
any guy of any race for that matter. The few times it's happened were
nothing special. From my perspective the guy fucking me just happened to
have much darker skin than me. As for all the silly talk about black
male endowment, I can't say they were all that different in that
department than most male white guys I've had sex with and I'd like to
think I've had a pretty extensive dossier to compare. It's been more a
case of opportunity than anything else - or rather lack of opportunity.
Our friends and the people we know through our on-line sex-swapping group
simply seem to have sprouted from more Caucasian and Asian bloodlines.
Oh I'm sure the liberal apologists would say something like it's
"imbedded racism" but that would just be baloney. It's no different than
driving through neighborhoods in Pittsburgh where the old adage, "birds
of a feather flock together" plays out quite openly.
As I mentioned, I HAVE had sex with a few black guys over the years but
they've all been older than I was at time, some quite a bit older.
Perhaps the most memorable time for me was when I met a father whose
daughter was in one of my classes. Long story short... by the time my
visit to their home was over my suspicions about there being an
incestuous bond between them was confirmed beyond any reasonable doubt.
That occurred well before I was married, or even engaged for that matter,
so my husband wasn't involved. Since being married and joining our sex
group Steve and I have enjoyed sex with primarily some version of
Caucasians with a few Asian and Middle Eastern folks. Still, Steve makes
no effort to hide the fact from me that he would be thrilled if a black
family (or two) joined.
Well, as it turned out an unexpected opportunity arose for me to be a
good wife and please my husband...
Chapter 3 - Interview Preparations
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I've described the sex club we belong to in detail in several past diary
entries so I'm not going to bore my more loyal "fans" by recounting it in
such detail again. In summary, it's simply a modern day version of a
"swinger's club" where the invitations and scheduling is all done on-line
using extremely secure connections. Don't ask me how it all works -
that's for the geeks. I just know it does. Sort of like driving a car -
I have no idea how it works but it gets me where I want to go.
Our group is split between two very distinct factions - adult swinging
and family-oriented parties. In short, the adult version is for married
couples (and that means legally married with a license and government-
recognized marriage certificate) while the family version is for like-
minded families to meet safely in a group atmosphere. The two groups are
quite different by design. The adult group is strictly for over-21
married couples with absolutely no involvement of other family members
allowed - especially younger kids.
In sharp contrast, the family version REQUIRES the ENTIRE family to
participate - and that means ACTIVELY participate. Like the swingers. it
also requires that the parents to be married and by that they stipulate a
conventional marriage between a man and a woman. One of the key factors
is that ALL of the kids in the family must be between ten and fifteen
years old (inclusive), preferably at least eleven or twelve. The younger
age limit is meant more to enable families with several kids to all be
within the required age bracket. If you're eldest child is fifteen you
can't wait another year for your youngest child to be eleven years old!
I think that they also assume that a ten-year girl with older siblings is
more likely to be involved in such things than she would be as an only-
child. Most families seem to follow the same path where each child gets
to do things a little sooner than the one before.
For anyone looking to join either group, sorry but we don't advertise.
Membership is by invitation only based on recommendations of existing
members. Couples can belong to both groups but have to apply to each
separately as should be obvious by the differing membership requirements.
Before any meetings are set up the group has people who conduct VERY
extensive background checks. By extensive, I mean that people have to be
pretty committed to even allow such checks as by the time they're
finished we know pretty much everything about you both personally and
financially. Refusing to comply or responding to requests for personal
information with something like, "It's private" pretty much guarantees
immediate rejection of your application. No "do overs" are allowed so
it's not like people can keep applying to see where the lines are drawn.
Privacy and security is by far THE #1 concern when it comes to accepting
someone into membership. While background checks certainly can be
revealing, one technique is used which pretty much guarantees against
infiltration by legal authorities or other jerks whose goal is to expose
our activities - video recordings. The first is made during the initial
simple interview where direct and intimate questions are asked - again
with the warning that any hesitation to answer ends the interview and
trashes your application. Provided the applicants pass, then it's on to
the final step that really seals the deal against an undercover operative
- the live action video.
For those seeking membership into the adult group it's actually pretty
easy - they just have to have sex with the couple sponsoring them to
demonstrate their willingness to have sex with other partners. As
everyone has to be 21 or over it's really no big deal other than knowing
someone has a copy of such a video with the threat of releasing it
publicly if you violate any of the group's rules.
It's the family application video session where things get a bit more
"interesting". The purpose of the video is to demonstrate that the
entire family is sexually active and willing to have sex with all age
groups. As it would be potentially dangerous to have an existing member
family participate until the applicants are approved, that means the
family is required to have sex between themselves while being captured on
HD video.
One thing I found surprising when we first got involved was how many
adults are "all-in" when it comes to having sex with young boys and girls
but at the same time are NOT willing to commit incest. While it seems
contradictory to me, not to mention a little hypocritical, I'd say well
more than half of the current family members fall in this category.
Well, even if they feel that way, for this ONE time they have to do it if
they want to join in. For those resisting, personally I think it's more
the fact they will be recorded than the actual act of incest. Still,
they have to do it at least this one time after which it's not an issue.
Due to the number of families that do NOT engage in incest, incest is not
allowed during the family parties so as not to make it overly complicated
as to who can have sex with who. Imagine what a pain it would be to have
to wear wrist bands of different colors to denote who you'd be willing to
have sex with!
As the leader of the group, my Aunt Linda is one of the more active
"interviewers". She has asked Steve and me a few times to help out with
adult applicants needing a couple to join them for their video. Although
I'm the type that LOVES to be watched, normally I have a strong
resistance against being recorded being a teacher and all. It helps
knowing that these recordings are kept extremely secure and unreachable
from the Internet making it not a concern for me.
Unfortunately Steve and I don't get to watch the families during their
final interview - my Aunt means it when she says those videos are kept
private! On the other hand, Aunt Linda will often give us advance notice
of a new family's first party. Steve almost always finds a way to attend
those while I try to stay home whenever I can get away with it. The
reason I stay home most of the time is while I LOVE the adult swapping
sessions, the family parties are definitely Steve's "thing", not mine.
Why you ask? Well, even though there ARE usually a number of guys who
check off the boxes on my list of preferences - married, teen daughter,
older than me, etc., I never get to have sex with them! The rules are
quite strict in that sex is only allowed between a parent and a kid, no
incest partners, and it's the kids that get to choose their partners. As
a result I don't get the opportunity to have fun with the dads so
whenever I can get by with it I let Steve go with my cousin Kristi in
place of me. Like her mom, she's attracted to young boys so she's more
than happy to do me the "favor" so it's a win-win for everyone!
So anyways, enough of all that. A while back my Aunt Linda was out of
town for some sort of realtor convention for which she'd been invited
after having closed a number of large sales in a tough market. She took
advantage of the all-expenses paid trip by blending in some "me time" by
herself. Before leaving she asked me if I could fill in for her should
any interviews get scheduled in her absence. Typically there are very
few, if any, each month so odds were my services wouldn't be needed but
she liked to keep her bases covered. What my Aunt Linda lacked in
morality and ethics she more than made up when it came to organizational
and planning skills, probably one of the reasons she'd risen to be head
of the group.
Well, as things turned out there were not one but TWO interviews
scheduled. The first was for a younger couple, married just a year,
looking to spice up their flagging marriage a bit. It worked out really
well as I had Steve join in with us and so the two of us did their final
interview video together along with their sponsor friends. Even though
they were all about eight years or so younger than us, we hit it off
well. Typically the interview videos last only as long as needed to
prove a point. It wasn't like the guy had to actually cum even, just so
long as he fucked another wife and the same went for his wife with
another man. In fact, five minutes at most was typical for the average
couple. In our case we went for half an hour and likely would have gone
much longer had Steve not had to leave for work!
The second interview was far more interesting. Being I would be
conducting the interview, I got to read their file which is normally kept
confidential. Aunt Linda NEVER shares these with anyone, not even me,
her favorite niece. The parents in this case were Trevor and Charlene, a
married couple in their mid-thirties with just one daughter - twelve
year-old Marcella, or Marcy for short.
The first thing I noticed when preparing was their family photo - they
were black! Cool, looks like we might finally have an integrated family
Christmas party this year! Everything checked out well in their
portfolio. Trevor was a car salesman at a luxury brand dealership on the
South Side while Charlene was a substitute school teacher at a South
Hills high school district. Marcy was a perky little seventh grader who
played in the school band with no sports listed as an activity.
Flipping through the file, I pulled out a thick envelope filled with
photos. I couldn't help but feel a little tingle at their nude shots.
OK, so I'm on record as not being impressed by the "large black dick"
mythology but regardless of what color it was, Trevor DID have a pretty
impressive cock surrounded by a thick growth of pubic Hair immediately
endeared him to me. Charlene, on the other hand, was shaved as smooth as
her daughter. I knew both females would hit several of my husband's hot
buttons. Charlene has the big boobs he loved - big enough to where I
imagined she usually wore a bra for support and comfort if no other
reason but not so big as to look saggy when they were freed. Marcy
obviously had inherited her mother's genes as she looked to be a solid A
cup already, maybe even a small B. I wondered if the immature boys in
her seventh grade appreciated her. Based on my own experiences teaching
kids her age, most likely not but I would have bet the farm that the high
school boys were already flocking after her like a bitch in heat. I
didn't have to read the file to know Marcy wasn't a virgin - they
wouldn't be applying for membership if she was. If Steve's eyes bothered
to look above her bald pussy and emerging chest he might notice she was
also incredibly beautiful for a girl her age with an incredible ass and
long lithe legs to match. Wow, she was going to be a busy girl if not
already when it came to the boys!
Reading through their responses to the numerous survey questions, I
learned that Trevor and Charlene were high school sweethearts which made
me smile - same as me and Steve! Unlike us though, they didn't go
through a ten year separation period but rather stuck together more or
less through college and then got married after which they quickly added
Marcy to the family.
As if it was needed, Marcy's questionnaire confirmed my earlier
assumption. She'd lost her virginity just this past summer at band camp.
I couldn't help but grin when I read that - sheesh, how typical! Then my
eyebrows lifted when I saw that she claimed to have only done it with
only one boy so far, which took me immediately to the next section of the
questionnaire. Hmmmmmm, no incestuous activity, nothing with girls and
most curious - no oral sex, not even with the boy who had fucked her. I
took that to mean she just let some boy at camp fuck her without much, if
any, foreplay. Maybe that's why she only listed having had sex with him
a few times.
Marcy's relative inexperience was a major red flag to me making me wonder
how they'd even managed to get to this stage in the interview process.
Incestuous experience was a requirement to be a member - a firm, non-
negotiable requirement at that. Well, that meant doing it at least ONCE,
even if just during the video interview although it was extremely rare
for that to be the case. I'd heard rumors of instances where people had
lied on their applications, evidently hoping that somehow they could
sneak by without having to actually do it. Well, THAT never worked as
sneaking wasn't an option - the camera sees all and if it didn't capture
an unobstructed view of a father's dick buried in his daughter's young
pussy then it was game over. It would've been the same if they had a son
in regards to having sex with his mother. Checking to see, I saw the
initial interview wasn't conducted by my Aunt Linda which made sense as
had she been doing the interview she would've dropped everything then and
there rather than wasting any more time listening to delusional parents
try to rationalize whey they were special and didn't have to conform to
the rules.
Well, it was obvious that if I was going to do this interview I needed
more information so I removed the small envelopes in their file and took
out the USB memory stick inside. Plugging it into the side of my
computer, I opened the video file from their initial interview. Anytime
during in the application process the couple or family interacted with
someone it was recorded. This was primarily for security purposes to
avoid any claims of "I never said that" but it was especially useful to
me as tone, inflection and body language often gave more information than
just words in a transcript.
The first thing I noticed was how the three of them positioned themselves
for the interview. The room allowed for several options with a
combination of several types of chairs and a large couch. Unknown to
applicants, this was done quite deliberately as how they chose to sit was
part of their "test". It was encouraging to see Marcy seated between her
parents and not off to the side. It was a small point but telling. When
a couple sat together with their kids set apart my first instinct is that
this is all about them and meeting their own needs more so than their
kids. It makes me wonder if they're simply using their kids as their
ticket to get to the parties. Seeing Marcy snuggled in between her
parents with her father's arm around her and his hand on her shoulder
made for a good first impression.
Trevor was dressed in what people refer to as "business casual". Khaki
Dockers, a pale blue dress short-sleeved shirt with black dress shoes and
black socks. At least he seemed to be taking this seriously rather than
showing up in jeans or worse - cargo shorts. At the same time a suit
coat was a little much, maybe indicative of being a bit rigid and
uncompromising? Clean shaven, he didn't appear overly nervous but he
kept glancing at his wife and daughter as if he was concerned about them.
Overall I scored him an A so far. OK, so I'm a teacher, get over it!
Charlene also impressed me, pulling off an alluring look without being
slutty - something many women just can't seem to get right. She was
wearing a tight white dress that hugged her body like Saran Wrap -
someone spent some serious time at the local health club! It was short
but not TOO short. I mean like it was short enough to draw appreciative
looks but no much so that she looked like a hooker. With her bare dark
legs crossed, it rode up a little more than half-way up her firm thighs.
Matching white heels looked to be on the expensive side and I noticed a
delicate gold chain around her left ankle as she bounced her leg just
slightly - a little nervous perhaps? Then there were those boobs - wow!
As tight as the dress and being strapless as well, you just knew she was
proud of them and had every reason to be. She wore a matching gold chain
necklace with a small diamond cross - very similar in fact to the one I
usually wore. Her hair was straight and shoulder length, nothing fancy
but it framed her face nicely. Overall she didn't look like a mom in her
mid-thirties - mark up another A for the family.
And then there was Marcy...
I was especially interested in little Marcy after reading all three sets
of bios and questionnaires. Whoa, she must be killing the male teachers
at the middle school! The family photo hadn't done her justice in that
she was even cuter "live". The first thing I noticed was her hair -
straight, long and falling down in front of her well below her bust,
almost hiding her breasts. Had they been typical seventh grade girl
boobs most likely they would have been hidden but her well-developed
boobs pressed outward through her hair. She was wearing dark blue yoga
tights with a long "peasant girl" style midriff-exposing top. Her dad's
hand was on her bare shoulder and I noticed his fingers were lightly
touching the upper regions of her chest, almost like a boy on a date
starting to make his move while sitting next to his girlfriend in a
theater. With the tights her legs were covered but while they still had
that skinny coltish look of a young teen, I was willing to bet she would
look pretty hot standing in front of my husband naked pointing her finger
at him as she chose him to be her next partner.
I watched and listened closely to their responses to the canned list of
questions as the interview started, covering the usual mundane details
about their jobs, likes and dislikes, hobbies, etc. When the interviewer
noted that she played in the school band, Marcy said she played the
clarinet which made me smile. I wondered if she would make use of her
musical talents when she blew her father's "clarinet" a little later?
Part of the interview was devoted to asking them about their first sexual
experience. Somehow I either missed it in my reading or they hadn't
mentioned it as it surprised me when Trevor said his first time had been
with Charlene. Oh how sweet! I knew it was something I treasured -
being able to tell people my husband was my first. Sometimes it amused
me when people who don't know me very well assume that meant he was also
my "only". Yeah right, they would only be off by a few hundred guys!
Unlike Steve and me who had been with a lot of other people in our teens,
they both confessed to having been with a few other people but said since
they were engaged that they hadn't been with anyone else. The
interviewer took this opportunity to ask them why they wanted to be with
other people after all these years. Now I would've thought they would've
expected this question and have had a canned response all ready to go but
instead they looked at each other as if each wanted the other to answer.
Trevor finally took the lead.
"Well, I think we each just feel like our marriage has gotten a little
stale in that department, maybe a little routine if you know what I
mean."
Charlene just nodded as she allowed Trevor to continue.
"I started checking out some adult sites but then the Ashley Madison
scandal hit and I became worried about getting involved with anything
like that. Then I was having a few beers with a buddy of mine I've known
since high school. Things loosened up a bit and we started talking about
marriage and how it was to be locked in with just one person. He
mentioned he belonged to this private group and how it's helped his
marriage. Over time we talked about it more and he asked if we wanted to
be recommended. I talked about it with Char and well... here we are!"
"So you were OK with your husband wanting to join a swapping group?" the
interviewer asked Charlene.
Charlene smiled and looked at her husband before answering. "Well, I
can't say the idea hadn't crossed my mind as well. I mean I LOVE Trevor
and would never want to cheat on him so I just assumed there wasn't
anything I could do about it. So when he mentioned this group and how
safe and confidential it was it seemed almost too good to be true."
Trevor then continued saying, "I have to admit, I had NO idea the
application process would be this complicated. I was a little concerned
at first by all the personal information - especially the financials.
But then I realized that if everyone was providing this information it
was a pretty powerful incentive to keep things private and confidential.
I mean, you guys know enough to pretty much ruin our lives with that
alone, let alone the more... personal stuff!"
"Well we have no intention of ruining anyone's life," the interviewer
assured them, "In fact, that's the whole point of all this - to NOT ruin
anyone's life."
"Oh I get that now but still, all this is pretty intimidating," Trevor
agreed, pointing his finger right at the camera.
The interview continued with the standard questions about their other
sexual partners and experiences. Nothing much interesting, all pretty
much routine stuff. All the while Marcy just sat there quietly without
much expression as she listened to her parents describe in detail their
sexual histories. Was this all new to her? It wasn't like Trevor and
Charlene exactly jumped at the chance to share all this. In fact, the
interviewer had to press them repeatedly for more details.
Finally it was Marcy's turn. When she was asked about her first time she
bit her upper lip and turned to her mom as if asking if she really had to
do this. Poor girl, I really could understand her reluctance. It was
one thing to write about it on a questionnaire you filled out in private,
another to discuss it openly in front of your parents and a total
stranger - not to mention the camera recording everything. Really, how
many thirteen year-olds even told their parents about their sexual
activities, let alone with a total stranger listening and recording
everything she says?
Marcy's rendition pretty much followed the outline in her questionnaire
although now the interviewer was able to press for more details, just as
she had with Marcy's parents.
"So did you suck your boyfriend before you had sex with him?"
Marcy again looked at her mom who smiled and I saw her dad's hand on her
shoulder squeeze a little as a sign of assurance.
"No, he wanted me to but I... I just couldn't do that."
"Did you enjoy it?" the interviewer asked, "I mean the sex part of
course."
Marcy grimaced a little before answering, "Not really. He was all in a
hurry and I was so afraid we'd get caught. We just did it the one time
at camp. He wanted to do it again but I was really sore the next day
and then we went home."
"So you had sex then with him after camp?"
Marcy nodded but the interviewer wasn't letting her off that easily,
telling her to speak up. Even with the video evidence, we always made
sure to get a verbal acknowledgement of anything we considered important.
"Yeah, his parents were gone one day so we did it in their basement. We
also did it in his bedroom once."
"So how many times then have you had sex with him?"
Marcy bit her lip as she seemed to be counting... "Just a couple of
times. Then he got really mad because I wouldn't blow him and we stopped
seeing each other."
"You're doing so well Marcy, the interviewer complimented her and the
little girl beamed, "And so how many boys have you done it with since
then?"
Marcy answered quickly saying, "Nobody. I know my current boyfriend
wants to do it but I'm just not so sure about it. Plus I don't want to
get a rep for being a slut."
"How old is your boyfriend?"
Marcy looked at her dad this time which I found interesting. Was dad
happy about her choice of guys?"
"He's a freshman."
"So you like older boys?"
FINALLY she finally as she said, "Yeah, the stupid boys in my class are
so immature! They tease me about my breasts all the time. Snap my bra,
that sort of stuff."
"Well, that brings us to the next question then... do you understand that
you will be having sex with older men and not boys your age? I mean
older men like your father."
Marcy was biting her lower lip again - a little harder this time.
Another look at her dad, another reassuring squeeze on her bare shoulder.
This time I noticed Trevor took his free hand and reached across to put
it on her thigh and rubbed it gently as well.
"Yeah."
Needless to say THAT wasn't going to be sufficient. The interviewer
pushed her for more.
"Well... Dad says they would be nice to me... nicer than the boys at
school. And they wouldn't tell anyone."
"You also understand that they WILL expect that you will use your mouth
on them?"
Another look at her dad but I could tell she wasn't as entirely sure
about it.
"Welllllll, I guess I could try it."
Yet again I found myself wondering how they had "passed" the initial
interview. Obviously Marcy wasn't all that on board with oral sex and a
group family sex party wasn't exactly the right place for this to come up
as an issue. Amazingly though, the interviewer let it drop and turned
her attention to Charlene who remained quiet so far.
"Hi Charlene, and how do you feel about your husband's desire to have sex
with girls Marcy's age?"
It was Charlene's turn to glance at Trevor but it seemed more that she
was interested in his reaction than any concerns of her own.
"Yeah... THAT one caught me a little off guard. We only talked about
swapping with other couples until we got the registration package and saw
there were two options. Frankly I was amazed actually that this was even
an option although Trevor was apparently already well aware of it."
"Well, it's not like it's a subject all that easy to bring up," Trevor
cut in rather defensively, "Riley didn't even tell ME about it until we'd
been talking about it for a while. These days you have to be pretty
careful even admitting you have such thoughts, let alone that you
actually DO anything like that."
"So this Riley guy told you about the parties then?" the interviewer
asked.
"Yeah, I have to admit I was shocked at first. I had no idea he was
having sex with young girls! I mean, we'd joked about it before and sure
it's always been a turn-on for me but I never imagined it would ever be
real. But when he described it all more it was quite a turn-on."
"So you've fantasized about young girls?"
Trevor looked at his wife and shrugged. "Like what man doesn't?" he
asked rhetorically, "I'd say it's more a case of lack of opportunity than
desire."
"Does Riley have a daughter as well?"
Trevor shook his head. "No, he has two boys though, fifteen and
sixteen."
At this point I was expecting the interviewer to dig a little more, like
when did they start having sex with their mother, that sort of thing.
Yet once again the interviewer punted and simply moved on. My earlier
admiration for the interviewer was fading fast!
"Hmmmmmm, so Charlene... that means YOU if you're accepted that you might
have an opportunity to have sex with Riley's sons. Do you know them?"
It was Charlene's turn to grin. "Oh yes... they're cute!"
"And Marcy... what do you think about your parents having sex with kids
your age?"
Marcy's lips pursed. "I guess so long as none of them are my friends I'm
OK with it."
"But what about Riley's sons then? Does that mean you wouldn't want your
mom to do them?"
Marcy frowned. "No... I said my friends. I could care less about them."
At that point the interviewer went off in a new direction, leaving so
many unanswered questions, at least so far as I was concerned.
"Do you masturbate Marcy?"
OK, now THAT made her giggle!
"Yeah."
"A lot?"
Even more giggles and she squirmed a little as she nodded, her dimples
into overdrive now as she grinned naughtily. My husband was going to
LOVE her! Without even trying she had a natural air about her that just
oozed sexuality.
"Since your parents told you about all this, have you masturbated about
having sex with older men?"
More nods and a grin as she looked at her dad.
"Do you talk to your parents about sex? About masturbating?"
"Noooooo," she answered shyly.
"But yet you are now, aren't you?"
Marcy shrugged this time. "They said I have to answer everything or we
wouldn't be accepted."
Not exactly a resounding note of assurance but then she WAS willing to
discuss it given the right incentive. Still, SO many questions came to
mind and the biggest had yet to be broached. Amazingly, the interviewer
never asked a single question about incest! OMG, my Aunt Linda would
NEVER have been so flippant. I wondered if maybe the interviewer knew
them and knowing that this would be recorded, decided to put it off until
the final sex interview.
The video ended so I closed the file and sat back to think about what I'd
seen. Well, it looked like the ball had been passed to me. Maybe
"dumped" on me would be a more appropriate way to put it! OK, so Trevor
was a little more "personal" with his hands on his daughter than the
average father but in no way could it be interpreted as anything more
than just an innocent fatherly touch.
Yes indeed, this was going to be "interesting" to say the least!
Chapter 4 - The Final Interview
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The morning arrived for my interview with Trevor and his family. I
deliberately chose one of my school outfits so as not to give any
impression that I might have any intentions other than conducting the
interview in a fully professional manner. With my dress almost to my
ankles, bra and panties and flats, I looked more like I was going to be
teaching one of Marcy's classes than orchestrating an incestuous event.
We met at my father's house. With my aunt away and my dad working at the
office (Saturday's were a just another work day for him) it was empty
plus I didn't have to worry about my girls as they stayed home with their
dad. I got there early to get things ready, setting up the cameras in
the basement family room area. Unlike the first interview, which used
just a single camera, this one would have three to capture different
angles. This way I could just watch and offer suggestions rather than
trying to hold a video camera and do the interview as well.
Right on time the doorbell rang and I quickly went up the wooden basement
stairs to answer the front door. Sure enough, the three of them were
there. I welcomed them all in and without fanfare Trevor put their coats
in the hall closet after which I led them back downstairs where they took
a seat on my dad's couch - much as they had in their first interview.
As we got situated I was pleased to see that they'd followed the
recommendations in their application package with Trevor in sweat pants
and a T-shirt while Marcy and her mom were also in casual sportswear. If
things went as planned, they wouldn't be wearing them for long so why
make it any more difficult to get out of them than necessary? If they
had followed the instructions to the letter they wouldn't have anything
else underneath and judging from how Charlene's boobs were outlined in
her tight white tank top it appeared this would be the case.
"Wow, quite the setup you have here Kelly," Trevor commented, nodding at
the array of cameras and monitors which allowed me to ensure everything
was being properly documented without having to get up and check out for
each camera.
"When it comes to IT and gear like this, several of our members have been
quite generous," I explained briefly, "Hopefully your friend told you all
the parties are captured on video as well- now THAT requires quite the
setup as you can imagine. Wouldn't want anyone to feel left out."
My poor attempt at a joke fell flat. They were nervous, that was more
than obvious.
"So when do the others arrive?" Charlene asked, looking about and seeing
how we were the only ones there.
"Others?" I asked, my pulse quickening as I had a pretty good idea why
she asked and it wasn't good.
"Well, Trevor said he was told we had to do some sort of 'demo' tape to
prove we aren't part of some undercover sting operation," Charlene
explained, "So where are the others?"
I looked at Trevor to see if he displayed any signs of guilt for not
having told his wife and daughter the entire truth but he looked as
curious as his wife. Uh-oh, his friend must not have mentioned
everything to him. Still, it wasn't his responsibility but rather that
of the first interviewer who I was REALLY becoming annoyed with.
"Did your friend - Riley, happen to mention who was included in his video
interview?"
Trevor looked annoyed but answered, "Yeah sure, he said they were a
couple from the North Side. No names of course."
I nodded. "OK, that would have been for their application to the
swapping group but this is for the family party group. Did he say
anything about THAT?"
Trevor again looked annoyed, as if I was asking an obvious question.
"Well, he said he couldn't tell me any details of course but he said he
got to watch his wife with two teenage boys. He doesn't have a daughter
so he said he didn't have to do one for the interview."
My mind was whirling. OK, so technically everything Riley said was true.
It was what he had NOT told his friend that made all the difference.
"Ummmmm, Trevor... you DO know the two boys he mentioned were their sons,
don't you?"
Charlene's face dropped and went pale. Trevor just had a look of
disbelief as if he must have assumed I was just teasing. Marcy was just
grinning, apparently finding her parent's reactions amusing. Well, there
was nothing amusing from my point of view.
"yeah but I thought the rules said there was no incest allowed at the
parties," he protested.
"True," I agreed, "at the parties," emphasizing the "at the parties"
part and continued. "But you can't expect anyone to put themselves in
jeopardy at this point by allowing their kids to have sex with you until
we're 100% sure YOU will do it. So that just leaves their own kids which
means in your case... Marcy."
Marcy couldn't keep quiet anymore. "You mean I have to let my DAD have
sex with me? Like ALL the way?"
"Don't get carried away," Trevor said to her, trying to calm her. "Would
it be enough just to do oral?" Trevor tried bargaining with me.
"Trevor!" Charlene hissed at him, "What the hell were you thinking?"
It was suddenly deathly quiet. Had the cameras been the old fashioned
type we would've heard the tape spinning. Finally Trevor leaned forward
and addressed me.
"So Kelly... you participate in these parties, right?"
I nodded and he continued, "So then that means you have had sex with your
father, right? I mean I assume you had to go through the same interview
process."
This wasn't the time or place to explain to him how Steve and I managed
to obtain a special dispensation" for membership so instead I took a
different tack.
"Yes, since I was sixteen."
That caused him to pause and I noticed he and his wife exchanging glances
before he continued, as if trying to let on that he was surprised or
shocked in any way.
"And you still do?" he asked, "I mean you still have sex with you
father?"
"Of course," I answered, trying to make it sound natural (which was
wasn't hard as to ME it is!). "It's what a daughter SHOULD do if she
really loves her father."
Marcy's eyes widened and she looked at me like I was some alien.
Charlene had her arms folded tightly. I didn't need a degree in
psychology to read her body language!
"Oh c'mon Trevor... look at Marcy. Go on... LOOK at her. Look at how
sexy she is, her growing boobs and perfectly smooth legs. Are you trying
to tell me you've never masturbated about fucking her?"
Trevor's hesitation to answer said more than any words he could have
uttered. I suppose my language was perhaps a little cruder than it could
have been but I wanted to get the point across.
"Trevor!" his wife berated him, "Our own daughter? Really?"
"Face it Charlene, every young girl he'll be fucking will be someone's
daughter," I tried to reason with her, "So why not his own?"
I turned my attention to Marcy then. "Marcy... Wouldn't you like your
daddy to show you just how much he loves you?"
"I don't know," she answered hesitantly. Then she looked at him rather
accusingly saying, "I guess I never knew that's what he meant when he
said he loved me."
"Well, I can tell you from my own experience, there's nobody in the world
that can love you the way your own father can. When I feel my daddy
inside of me it's like nothing else in the whole world. I've never
regretted for a single moment what we do. In fact, the only thing I DO
regret is not starting with him sooner. I was sixteen my first time.
Really, you should feel lucky you can start three years sooner than me."
My words were for her father as much as her but he seemed lost in other
thoughts.
"I just can't believe his sons are having sex with his wife," Trevor
mused, "They've never so much as hinted at anything like that. It's
crazy."
"Trust me Trevor, they did at least once or they wouldn't be members.
Remember, nobody's telling you that you have to do this again at home.
That's strictly YOUR decision and only YOU can make it. All I'm telling
you is that if you want to be a member we have to have video proof that
you've had sex with an underage girl and right now there's only one such
girl available. Fortunately for the both of you it happens to be your
own daughter."
The basement was so quiet... Really, it wasn't supposed to go like this.
People were expected to come in, get naked, do it and get it over with.
As I said before, I've heard of cases where it took just five or ten
minutes. Then again, depending on the home situation it could drag out
for a while but that was left up to the family. If they wanted to spend
an hour or more, why not let them?
"So just to be sure," Trevor mused, "There's definitely no incest allowed
at the parties and nobody will ask us to do this again."
I assured him that was how it worked. If anything, this was the perfect
example of why the rule was in place forbidding incest at the parties.
Charlene especially seemed to look relieved when I emphasized that the
majority of the families they would meet were no different than them in
that they didn't practice incest at home.
"Well, I suppose just once would be OK," she said to Trevor although I
noticed she didn't make eye contact with her thirteen year-old daughter.
"What do you think baby... would it be so terrible to do it with your own
father?" Trevor asked Marcy softly, placing his hand on her thigh as he
had done in the previous interview but this time noticeably closer to her
crotch.
Something told me dear old dad had been dreaming about fucking his teen
daughter a lot more than he was confessing. Then again, what father
didn't? To paraphrase an old saying, in my experience there were two
type of fathers - the ones who admit they masturbate about having sex
with their daughters and ones who lie about not wanting to do it. The
biggest real difference was that the vast majority of dads never get the
opportunity to realize their dreams.
"I guess not," she answered softly. She may have sounded hesitant but I
couldn't help but notice her looking at her dad's crotch for the first
time since they'd sat down.
"OK with you then Mom?" I asked, trying to get things moving.
Charlene took a deep breath and rolled her eyes. "Whatever I guess. I
mean like if that's the only way we can get this done then what choice do
we have? You're sure that everyone has done this... you're not just
making this up to get us to do this?"
I assured her that yes, EVERY family that she would meet had sex with
their kids before being granted membership.
Charlene seemed relieved and then she smiled. Hmmmmmm, maybe mommy was
more interested in getting involved in the family party scene than she
had been letting on! I wondered if she had her own dreams about the two
sons we'd been discussing earlier. After the last interview I looked to
see if I could figure out who this "Riley" guy was that Trevor had
mentioned. That wasn't the name listed on their application as their
reference but when I checked out that person sure enough, a guy matching
the description with two sons the right age came up. They'd been members
for several years. Looking closer, I recognized the boys. Wow, both of
them had fucked me a few times! I briefly thought about mentioning it to
Charlene but held back, not wanting to freak her out with too much
information at one time.
"So why don't we get things started then?" I encouraged them. They all
just sat there so I went on, "Well... just don't sit there - get naked!"
Trevor and Marcy got up off the couch but Charlene remained seated.
"You too Charlene," I directed.
"But if it's just the two of them, why do I have to get undressed?" she
asked. Then she took a sharp breath. "You don't mean I have to do it
with her too?"
Before she got too worked up I assured her that bisexual activities were
forbidden at the parties so it wasn't necessary to prove anything -
although she was more than welcome to join if she desired. She looked
relieved as she got up and joined her husband and daughter as they all
stripped. It didn't take long given their outfits and in less than a
minute they were back on the couch, sans clothes this time. Both
Charlene and her daughter had their legs crossed while Trevor seemed
totally comfortably letting his fatherly dick show. He was already about
half erect. Yep, Marcy's daddy had been wanting this for a while now!
Things seemed a little awkward now so I took it upon myself to help a
little - not by participating of course but that didn't mean I couldn't
offer a little helpful direction.
"Have you ever kissed your daughter Trevor?"
Trevor just shrugged saying, "Of course."
"No.... I mean REALLY kiss her," I clarified, "Not the daddy peck on the
chin crap but kiss her like you love her. Go on... kiss her and show her
how you really feel about her."
"You ready?" Trevor asked his daughter softly. She nodded and I could
see the anticipation in her eyes.
Marcy's dad put his hands on her bare shoulders and turned her towards
him. Leaning down, their lips met and after a few seconds parted.
"Oh you can do MUCH better than THAT!" I encouraged. "Kiss her like you
imagined the last time you masturbated about her."
Trevor looked at me and grinned. He didn't even try to pretend he hadn't
done that very act. Once again he kissed his little daughter, only this
time it wasn't just a platonic kiss but a full blown open mouth, tongue
touching version as his wife looked on.
"That's better... now touch her Trevor... you know you want to," I said
softly, not wanting to break the mood.
His hands started to fondle his young daughter, at first just over her
naked dark thighs and stomach but then moving to her boobs, palming first
one and then the other as he gently squeezed them and toyed with her
rapidly rising nipples. His hand moved down her flat torso, hesitating
just a moment before pushing between her still crossed legs. I waited
anxiously, curious as to how she would respond. I wasn't disappointed as
she lifted her leg and placed it next to the other, parting them just
enough to allow him to press his fingers into her crotch.
"Oh!" she gasped slightly as his finger rubbed over her clit. Her legs
spread further, whether by instinct or deliberate act I couldn't be sure
but the effect was the same as he cupped her bare black pussy in his
hand, pressing his palm tight against her bare smooth crotch.
Trevor kept his hand tight against her crotch as he broke off their kiss
and started to kiss her neck and ears. I could see her eyes were closed
as she leaned back against the couch as her father kissed and licked his
way slowly down to her teenage breasts until he was suckling gently on
her small dark nipples. He pulled her tighter into him with his free arm
now wrapped around her as his hand moved slowly between her spread
thighs, her legs parting ever more as her instinctive lust for her
father's touch increased.
"I bet she tastes really good," I hinted softly. Trevor didn't respond
directly to me but I noticed he was moving downward again, his tongue
extended as he licked around his daughter's belly button and then kissed
her right above her exposed teenage pussy.
"That's it... show your daughter how good her daddy can make her feel
Trevor... make her cum!"
Things were progressing rapidly, as if Trevor was afraid that if he
paused or hesitated it might all come to an end. Marcy's father scooted
up and off the couch, kneeling on the carpeted floor as he pushed Marcy's
thirteen year-old legs even further apart. I could see her pussy clearly
now and the moisture indicating her desire was already evident. Her
loving father kissed her one knee, and then the other, working his way up
slowly up one inner thigh and then the other, inching closer and closer
to her waiting teen pussy. Reaching under her, he cupped each tiny tight
buttock with one hand, pulling her out to the edge of the couch and
lifting her up to meet his outstretched tongue.
"Oh daddy!" she sighed long and softly as his tongue pushed into her warm
pussy. Marcy's father pressed his face into her pussy, his nose rubbing
against his daughter's swollen clit as his lips pressed into her wet
pussy lips. Her hands reached up and grasped her breasts, pulling them
upward as she slipped lower into the couch to expose her pussy even more
to her father.
Meanwhile Charlene was pushed back into the opposite corner of the couch,
hands to her side as she watched her husband eating her daughter's young
pussy for the very first time.
"Isn't it wonderful to see your husband pleasing your daughter like
this?" I asked her gently, not wanting to disturb what he was doing.
"Yeah... I guess so, she answered rather noncommittedly.
"Oh Charlene... It MUST turn you on... doesn't it?" I asked suggestively,
"Have you ever seen you husband with another woman?"
She just nodded at first and then shook her head. I got the message.
"Go ahead then... it's OK to be turned on by it... I know I am!"
She looked at me as if not sure what I meant.
"You don't have to just watch Charlene... you must be so wet already so
just do what comes natural."
She hesitated for a moment and then slowly her hand moved between her
legs and she started to masturbate. Nothing overwhelming but at least
she was doing it. I figured that was about all I could ask, at least for
the moment. Sooner or later Mother Nature would take her course.
From the looks of things, Marcy was getting a first class lesson in pussy
eating. Trevor was working his tongue vigorously over her as her
breathing became ragged and her eyes shut evener tighter. Her hips
thrust upward, pressing her young pussy even tighter into her father's
face.
"Don't stop daddy! PLEASE don't stop!" she begged him in a hoarse voice
so low I could I barely hear it. Then she cried out and her eyes opened
wide, staring down at where her daddy's tongue was making her feel so
good. Without another word her orgasm took her to a new height as Trevor
continued his assault on his daughter's pretty pussy.
The sight of her daughter cumming in response to her father's tongue and
mouth on her was apparently enough to motivate her mother to where
Charlene was now masturbating heavily, her own orgasm seeming to be just
moments away. Her large breasts were heaving as she stared at where her
husband's tongue was lapping up the cum from her daughter's dwindling
orgasm.
Trevor lifted his head and smiled at his daughter who was breathing
heavily. "Was that good for you baby?"
Marcy just smiled lovingly at her dad. It was all captured by the
cameras so no need for her to have to say anything, the angelic look on
her face told more than any words ever could. I wondered if she had ever
orgasmed with her boyfriend? Most likely not so it was fitting that her
father should be the first to do it for her.
"OK Marcy," I interjected, wanting to make sure we got everything
recorded that I'd wanted, "Now it's your turn to please your daddy."
Trevor certainly needed no encouragement! He quickly resumed his seat on
the couch and waited anxiously. His dick was already rock hard in
anticipation. Yeah, it WAS big. Whether or not that had anything to do
with being black, I didn't care. If anything I was feeling a little
jealous of his daughter right then! One other thing I noted - he wasn't
cut but as erect as he was the foreskin was fairly tight, exposing the
head of his dick nicely.
"It's OK baby... you can do it," he encouraged his daughter. He reached
out and took her hand which was maybe half the size of his, pulling it
over to his lap where he pressed it against his swollen cock. Marcy
tentatively grasped his cock at the base, her little fingers barely
reaching around it as his coarse pubic hair emerged around her hand. I
tried to remember how I'd felt the first time I held a cock back when I
was just eight years old and my mom placed my hand on my father's swollen
dick.
"Tell her what to do Trevor," I told him, "Tell her how to please her
daddy like a daughter should."
Trevor glanced over at me and smiled but quickly returned his attention
to where his daughter was grasping him.
"Just lick it for now," he instructed her softly, "Run your tongue over
the tip and along the sides."
Marcy took a deep breath and shifted around on the couch, getting on her
knees such that her cute little butt was facing her mother as she
tentatively leaned over her father's lap and let her tongue just barely
touch the tip of his dick. It was SO quiet! The three adults in the
room were all mesmerized as Marcy licked a cock for the very first
time... and her father's at that!
"That's perfect MARCY," her father said approvingly as her tongue tracked
up and down his dick. "Now take the tip into your mouth and lick it."
Marcy did as her father instructed, taking about half of the head of his
dick between her lips. I could see her cheeks moving as her tongue
worked over him.
"Oh yeah baby... just like that... now take more into your mouth... as
much as you can! Oh yeah... just like that Marcy!"
OK, so I've probably given well over a thousand blowjobs in my life,
Probably more than two thousand. Yet even I would have to work to get
ALL of that monster into my mouth, if I even could! Marcy got maybe two
inches and that was it.
"Ouch! No teeth baby, you have to be careful!" he said quickly after
flinching the first time.
"Look at them Charlene," I called to her, "Did you ever imagine seeing
your daughter with her father's dick in her mouth like this?" Judging
from the way Marcy was going at it, I had to wonder if maybe she had!
"Oh Christ that feels so fucking good!" Trevor groaned as Marcy did the
best she could. She was working from pure instinct now. True, her
technique needed a LOT of work but only time and experience would help
with that. I'll always remember my first blowjob. Until you actually
taste a dick in your mouth you really can't understand how it feels.
Sure I was nervous the first time but once I felt Steve's cock in my
mouth I was hooked, especially when I made him cum!
Speaking of which, at Trevor's age it was a crapshoot as to his recovery
time and so I wasn't taking anything for granted. A BJ was nice but that
wasn't what I needed to capture on video. From the looks of things, good
technique or not the very fact it was his daughter blowing him was about
to make Trevor cum if I didn't step in - and soon.
"I think that's enough for now Marcy," I cut in, "It's time Trevor."
Marcy sat up, working her jaw with her hand. Yeah, it can be a bit
daunting to suck such a big cock, that was for sure! Trevor at first
seemed disappointed but then realizing what I meant the look on his face
was priceless. He was horny now... more horny than I'd bet he'd been in
ages. And the thirteen year-old object of his desire was on her hands
and knees looking at him with anticipation.
"Tell him what to do Charlene... Tell your husband what YOU want him to
do with your daughter."
OK, so maybe that was a little melodramatic but I DID have a fiducial
responsibility to capture as much on cameras possible and getting the
mother to openly express her approval, indeed her desire, for her husband
to have sex with his daughter was always a great catch. Not that
Charlene seemed to mind.
"Fuck her Trevor," she gasped as her hand never left her pussy, "Fuck our
little daughter."
Yep, always a little amazing what a little foreplay can do when it comes
to getting the mom on board!
Trevor seemed uncertain as to his next step but I knew what I needed to
capture on film so I offered my own suggestion.
"She's already on her hands and knees so why not just take her from
behind?"
Seemed logical to me but then in my concern to get the best camera angle
I hadn't taken into account this wasn't just another older man getting
ready to fuck a young girl. Of all people how could I be so thoughtless?
Well, as horny as Trevor was for his girl he was still her father and as
such he loved her too much to forget about what this moment meant.
"Lay back baby girl," he said to her soothingly. Marcy twisted over and
laid with her head on the cushion at the arm of the couch such that her
open legs gave her mother the perfect view of her now soaking wet pussy,
hot and ready for her father's incestuous dick.
Trevor mounted her, gently laying over his daughter holding himself up
and off of her tiny form with his one arm as he reached between his legs
to grip his swollen wet dick. Leaning down, they kissed again and I knew
she could taste the flavor of her pussy on her father's mouth. Some
girls may have been repulsed by the taste of their pussy but Marcy didn't
flinch. I wondered if she was accustomed to tasting herself on her
fingers after she'd masturbated?
"I love you Marcy," he whispered."
"I love you too daddy," she said ever so softly as the head of her
father's cock rubbed up and down over her waiting pussy as he used his
hand to guide it.
"Are you sure you want this baby?" he asked gently, ever so lovingly.
She just nodded but under the circumstances that was enough for me thanks
to the videos - and for him as well. My heart jumped as Marcy gasped
when the thick head of her father's incestuous cock pressed hard into
her, her tiny pussy resisting the intrusion.
"It's so big daddy!" she said almost fearfully. Heck, as many dicks as
I've taken in my day I'd probably say the same myself!
It didn't matter at this moment what she said as I could see the same
look on her father's face that I so often saw in my own father's when he
was this close to fucking me. It was a look of pure lust, his inner
animal desire expressed without inhibition or filter. I knew when I saw
that on my dad's face that he was going to fuck me and nothing in the
world was going to stop him. That same look was now on Trevor's face and
I felt my own pussy twinge as I imagined what little Marcy must be
thinking looking at him. Indeed, her eyes were wide open now with her
head propped up so she could watch as her father's cock struggled
mightily to penetrate her. She might not be a virgin but at just
thirteen and only having had sex a few times she wasn't far removed from
being one.
"OH DADDY!!!" she cried out with her eyes shut tight as her pussy
stretched out to take him. Trevor's thick cock head suddenly disappeared
inside of her in one quick motion. For now it was just the head but to
her it must have felt like she was being split apart!
"YES!... YES!" he groaned as he pushed again, somehow driving another
inch of his fat incestuous dick into his daughter as tears ran down the
side of her face. "Fuck YES!"
"You're hurting her Trevor!" her mother cried out, ever protective of her
sexy young daughter. Trevor started to pull back but Marcy would have
none of THAT. She tried to wrap her young legs around him but they were
too short to allow her to lock her ankles so she just gripped him like
she was riding bareback on a horse.
"No daddy... it's getting better... stay in me... PLEASE stay in me!"
Trevor didn't hesitate, pushing even further into her and again Marcy
cried out in pain but she was a trooper.
"Oh wow... stay there for a minute daddy," she begged, "Just let me get
used to it. You're a LOT bigger than he was you know."
Personally I doubted whether he was going to make it any further into her
anyways so it sounded like a good suggestion to me.
"Oh baby... you're so fucking tight!" he groaned as he struggled to stay
still, fighting against his every instinct telling him to fuck this pussy
harder and deeper.
For the next few minutes they just kissed as his incestuous erection
remained in place, now almost halfway consumed by his daughter's tight
bare pussy. Then I noticed her hips moving just a little, swiveling just
enough to move him within her and I knew she was ready for more. Trevor
HAD to feel her moving under him and took the hint, slowly pulling out
maybe an inch and then pushing back inside of her, repeating this every
few seconds.
"Mmmmmmm, that feels so much better now daddy!" she whispered to him, "I
can't believe I can feel you inside of me finally!"
"Finally?" Was that a slip on her part, admitting that maybe she'd been
more anxious for this to happen than she'd let on? There were so many
variables it was hard to say. Had she caught him masturbating about her,
maybe spying on her in the bath or in her bed when she was masturbating?
Had they talked about this before?
Meanwhile Charlene was fixated on the events unfolding just a matter of
inches away from her. What was she thinking now, seeing her husband
literally mating their daughter. He wasn't wearing a condom and there
had never been any discussion about birth control. Would he pull out of
her before cumming?
My own pussy was throbbing and I wanted more than anything to pull up my
dress and rub it. That would have been a serious breach of protocol so I
somehow contained my feelings but it didn't make me wish I could! It was
such a beautiful sight before me... the pretty young seventh grader now
coupled together with her dark-skinned father, giving him what he wanted
so badly. Their eyes were locked on to each other's as he fucked his
loving daughter. From my seat I could see his rigid cock slipping in and
out of her, stretching his daughter's young pussy ever further than she'd
ever been before.
"Oh my god Marcy... I'm gonna cum!" he groaned, working his dick in and
out of her tight little thirteen year-old pussy more quickly now.
"It's OK daddy, you can cum in me," she encouraged him, "I WANT you to
stay inside of me. I don't EVER want you out of me!"
My whole body tingled now. I knew exactly how she felt now, just as I'd
felt the first time my father had fucked me laying in my bed just a
couple stories above us. Sure I'd done it with a bunch of boys already
but this was different - this was my own father with his dick buried in
me. Yes, I knew just how she felt... she wanted him to cum inside of
her, then to stay in her and to never leave her warm wet embrace. It was
only natural, pure instinct, the eons-old need of a female to be mated by
her father.
"Trevor...." Charlene started to say something, probably a warning about
the potential consequences but whatever it was she was too late as Trevor
groaned loudly and pushed his incestuous cock even deeper into Marcy's
teen pussy. She cried out - whether from pain or ecstasy it was hard to
tell at this point but whatever it was she was thrusting her slender hips
to meet his driving dick, taking him into her just as deep as she could
as I saw his ass clenching with each ejaculation of his loving incestuous
sperm into her waiting pussy.
"Oh daddy... I can feel it! I can feel you cumming in me," she moaned as
his hot incestuous sperm drowned her pussy. As he finished he started to
pull out but she would have none of it. "Stay in me daddy... please stay
inside of me!"
It must have been at least a few minutes as the only sound in the room of
heavy breathing. That included Charlene who must have had her own orgasm
in the middle of her husband's coupling with her daughter. I was the
only one who hadn't reached an orgasm but I knew later when I checked out
the recordings THAT omission would be addressed.
"No daddy...." she sighed, her voice tapering off as he finally withdrew
from her. His cock was covered with sperm and her pussy cum as she just
laid there with her long thin legs spread wide open, almost obscenely as
her freshly fucked pussy remained spread wide allowing her father's cum
to slow emerged and drain down past her asshole onto the couch. Mmmmmmm,
what I would have given to lick her pussy at that moment!
Apparently I wasn't the only one with such thoughts except her mother had
one advantage - it was HER daughter lying there and it was her husband's
cum overflowing her pussy so who had a better right than she did to do
what she did...
The look on Trevor's face was priceless! I don't think any of us had any
expectations that Charlene would do anything, let alone this. Even
little Marcy seemed shocked to a degree when she felt her mother's tongue
on her pussy. Marcy's eyes had been shut tight as she reveled in the
moment but they popped open wide as her mother licked her clean.
"Mom?"
"Shhhhhh," Charlene simply said as she returned to her daughter's pussy.
Oh my god, now THIS was SO hot to watch! It didn't take long for Marcy
to cum yet again making that what, three or four orgasms for the lucky
girl? I was willing to bet she'd never done THAT before! When she'd
finished Charlene sat back up next to Trevor, leaving their freshly
fucked little Marcy to lay back on the couch to recover.
"Well?" was all I had to ask.
Trevor and Charlene looked at each other and then each burst out
laughing. Nothing hysterical but more like they both realized that
something incredible had just happened. Something special...
"Well... Not exactly what I woke up this morning expecting to be doing,"
Trevor observed.
"YOU didn't expect it!" Charlene teased, poking him playfully.
"Well, that's all I need for today," I said, wrapping things up.
"Although I can't speak officially, I don't think there will be any
issues getting your application approved now... not after THAT
performance!"
"So when's the next party?" Trevor asked.
"Actually there's one tomorrow afternoon," I answered. "it's not a very
big one with the annual Christmas party coming soon. There's a few folks
who can't make that one though so they asked to have something set up
beforehand. Probably only four or five families at most. I suppose I
can still get you on the invite list if you're interested."
Trevor and Charlene looked at each other for a moment. There didn't seem
to be any need for verbal discussion at this point. I noticed they
didn't even bother asking Marcy although at the moment I wasn't sure she
was in any condition to answer. Poor girl! I knew how she must feel
having her father love her so intimately for the first time. The key
question for me was, would it be the last time?
Well, THAT question was one only time would tell and in any case, it was
really none of my business.
"Sign us up!" Trevor announced.
I smiled. I knew someone that was going to be EXTREMELY anxious to
attend tomorrow's party. What the heck, I knew my cousin had been
planning to go with Steve but why not go this time myself. I usually
didn't get all that excited to see my husband fucking other girls. Not
that I minded, it just didn't get me off. After seeing Marcy with her
dad today though, I couldn't help but imagine how hot it would be to see
my husband getting silly horny and fucking her. For that matter, maybe
even my dad would want to have a go with her as well? Yeah, I'd have to
put up with some young kid fucking me but it would be worth it to see the
two men in my life fulfilling one of their fantasies - having sex with a
young black seventh grader!
Chapter 5 - A Surprising Announcement
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I made it back home about an hour later after quickly cleaning up my
dad's place and putting away the camera equipment. God I was so horny
driving home! Before leaving my dad's house I slipped off my wet smelly
panties and left them on his favorite chair with a note thanking him for
letting me use the house. I drove home one-handed with my dress pulled
up to my waist, masturbating like crazy the entire way.
Entering the apartment, I could tell from the mess in my otherwise
spotless kitchen (yeah right!) that my dear husband had at least fixed
lunch for the girls although apparently cleaning up afterwards wasn't on
the menu. Passing by the girls' room I smiled seeing Kylie down for her
nap. Hmmmmmm, now where as her older sister Mia? She should have been
sleeping in her bed as well. It figured, mom was away so she'd probably
twisted her clueless father around her tiny finger... yet again. I shook
my head. Geeze, if things were this easy for her now I could only
imagine in a few years when she had more weapons in her arsenal!
That left just our bedroom where I found she actually WAS taking a nap...
only not the way she would have if I'd been home earlier. I slowly shook
my head at the somewhat erotic sight before me. There was my sweet four
year-old dressed up in her favorite outfit - a Frozen nightshirt. Little
did she know I'd bought six of them when they went on sale or else she'd
be wearing the same one every day! Ugh, I couldn't wait for the day she
grew out of this horrid fixation - it had been going on far too long!
As usual, that was ALL my little girl was wearing. Some things I'd just
given up arguing with her about - you have to choose your battle, right?
Well, wearing panties at home was one of the ones I'd found easier to
ignore than fight. In all fairness, given that her mommy never wore them
at home, I suppose it would've been rather hypocritical of me to tell my
daughters that they had wear them to and besides, now that Mia was out of
diapers who really cared if she wore them or not? Like who was going to
see her beside her own family?
The reason I could be so sure she wasn't wearing any panties was more
than just an educated hunch based on past experience although I would've
had excellent odds at being right. Laying in our queen bed her well-worn
nightshirt had bunched up above her waist leaving her totally bare from
her belly button down as she slept. That in itself didn't even phase me
as it was pretty common for her whenever she slept to tug it up rather
than having it wrapped tightly around her. What DID sort of perturb was
while she wasn't wearing any clothes down there, she wasn't exactly free
of EVERYTHING. Sure enough, my predictable Steve had taken full
advantage of her mother's absence to push his limits. OK, so technically
he hadn't CROSSED the line but when it comes to pushing up as tight as
possible to one nobody beats my husband.
People ask me all the time when I expect my daughters to start having sex
with their father. My standard response is, "when they're ready." Ok,
so maybe that's a bit of a copout but it really IS the most honest answer
I can give. That said, I also believe there are certain limits when
determining whether a girl is "ready" for such things. Regardless of
what some people claim, I simple refuse to buy into the notion that a
young girl her age has the maturity and understanding to make such a
decision. Thus as her mother it's my responsibility to protect her until
she is old enough to make an informed decision on her own. So fine,
maybe she won't want to have sex until she's married. If so then that's
HER decision and who am I to question that? But as her mom I HAVE set
certain lower limits that have been made VERY clear to my sometimes
overly horny husband. For example, NO oral sex before at least their
eighth birthday. And I do mean "at least" so it's not like that's a
given.
Likewise, absolutely NO "real" sex with their father for either of my
daughters until Mia is at least twelve. It may be unfair to her but as
the oldest sometimes sacrifices have to be made. I could never expect my
husband to have sex with just one daughter and not do the other. Even if
he COULD someone muster the discipline, it simply wouldn't be fair to any
of them! Since I wouldn't allow either girl to have sex with their dad
before they are ten, that meant Mia would have to wait until Kylie was
that old, making her at least twelve. Sorry Mia!
Again though, to risk being repetitive those are the lower LIMITS, not
goals, and should either of them want to wait longer they would have my
full support, even if their father felt otherwise. My dad had to wait
for me to be ready so my husband can wait until his daughters were as
well. At least I wouldn't force Steve wait for Mia and Kylie as long as
my mom had made my dad wait for me! Really, sixteen was getting a bit on
the ridiculous side, especially since I'd given up my virginity two years
earlier.
So with all that said, Steve may now be in his thirties now at times he
acts like such an immature little boy. Like he knows very well the line
he's not to cross but he still can't resist seeing how close he can push
it. There's no doubt that he knows I won't allow Mia to even
deliberately touch his cock, let alone suck it, but that doesn't stop HIM
from touching HER with it every chance he gets. Realizing I have to be a
little flexible, I've compromised s little to where so long as she isn't
aware of it and doesn't get too curious, it's OK with me if he rubs his
exposed dick up against her. Similarly, if he masturbates with her
nearby and cums, I'm OK if he cums on her so long as it doesn't go
anywhere near her mouth or pussy and he cleans her off as soon as
possible afterwards.
At first I'd congratulated myself on being so clever in my solution to my
husband's needs and desires. Steve would spoon with Mia, rubbing his
incestuous erection against her bare back or between her tiny smooth
buttocks until he would cum. From what I can tell, even if Mia was awake
apparently she just thought her daddy was rubbing her back or butt like
always and so no harm-no foul.
Today though, I could see where once again he was pushing the line to the
point of it snapping in two. OK, so NOT quite that far but pretty darn
close. Mia was sleeping on her side and Steve was of course naked in bed
behind her, spooning up tight against his little daughter. However,
instead of just rubbing himself against her back or bottom, he had his
hard-on pushed in between her little thighs, the head emerging in front
right at the bottom of her baby pussy! He was slowly stroking himself
using her soft smooth thighs to caress his dick, the swollen head of his
dick running up dangerously close to her naturally bald pussy. From the
looks of things he'd at least used a little lotion to make it easier.
That was ok so long as it wasn't my expensive stuff!
"Steve!" I hissed, trying to get his attention without waking Mia. He'd
been so caught up in his fantasy world that I walked without him even
noticing her mother standing next to the bed!
My husband's eyes popped open but if I'd been hoping for him to be
surprised or maybe even pause for a moment I would've had to be
delusional. Instead, he just grinned that naughty smile he knew I loved
and continued what was essentially him masturbating using our daughter to
get him off. He must've been close because his eyes closed again and I
could tell from the urgency of his thrusts he would be shooting off any
moment.
Well, do I know my husband or do I know my husband? Well, maybe in a lot
of ways he'll always be a conundrum to me but when it came to his dick I
have him nailed. Another minute or so and sure enough, the first shot of
his hot cum emerged, spewing out and hitting her on the belly first and
then landing square on her little pussy. Ok, so technically he didn't
cum IN her pussy but c'mon really - that was cutting it pretty close in
my book! After he'd cum he looked at me almost defiantly, like he was
daring me to protest.
"Sorry," I said softly, shaking my head in mock despair, "the kitchen
disaster is one thing but don't expect any help with THIS mess - it's ALL
yours to clean up!
Still, as perturbed as I was I did help out a little though, grabbing a
damp warm wash cloth from the bathroom and tossing it him to clean the
glistening sperm off of his still sleeping daughter's body. Just because
I wasn't exactly pleased with her father didn't mean she deserved to wake
up with dried itchy cum all over her.
Leaving Steve to clean up our daughter, I quickly undressed and threw on
one of his newer flannel shirts, leaving it unbuttoned such that it
barely covered my boobs. Crawling into bed behind my hunky husband , I
hugged him and ground my bare pussy into his hard ass. God I loved how
he felt against me!
"You know dear, it won't be too much longer before she starts asking some
uncomfortable questions and you're gonna have to stop doing that."
Steve just grunted, all sleepy now that he'd gotten off. "We'll see," he
grumbled.
No sense arguing. True, as a submissive wife I bow to the wishes of my
husband but that doesn't mean I'm his slave. As a husband it was also
his duty to love me unconditionally which meant taking my thoughts and
wishes into account when making decisions. True biblical submission
doesn't mean mindless obedience! It's actually a two-way interactive
between equal partners in a marriage. Technically Steve had the final
say but for him to go against something I felt so strongly about wouldn't
be right either. OK, so if he REALLY demanded I would agree having anal
sex with him but when it came to our daughter's health and well-being
there were no compromises.
"I want to go with you tomorrow," I whispered in his ear. I was met with
the sound of my husband falling asleep. So much for him taking care of
MY needs after one of the hottest mornings in recent memory. Oh well,
that's what fingers are for!
Later that night as I was fixing dinner, Steve silently moved in behind
me and put his strong arms around me, reaching inside his shirt I was
still wearing to grab my boobs.
"Hey, you wanna eat or not?" I teased him.
"Oh I want to eat," he murmured into my ear as he kissed my neck - he
knew I LOVED that, "I want to eat some pussy!"
"Well you could've had THAT when I came home earlier," I taunted him,
"But someone was too busy doing his thing with our daughter."
"Hey, I played by your rules so how about giving me a break," he
protested like a little boy.
"Yeah right... you know big fella that one of these days you're going to
get carried away and then I'll have to neuter you!"
For a moment I think he wasn't sure if I was teasing or not. Actually
even I wasn't quite sure myself. Mia came in then looking for supper so
that was the end of that but I was looking forward to when they went to
bed this evening. Fingers are OK in a pinch but I LOVED my husband's
dick and what it could do for me.
About halfway through dinner Steve looked at me and grinned. "So did I
hear you right when you came home? You want to go with tomorrow?"
Hmmmmmm, I hadn't thought he'd heard me. I guess some things register
better with him than others.
"Yeah," I answered, "Why, some reason you don't want me tagging along?"
Steve shock his head hard. "Oh no, I didn't mean THAT at all! It's just
it's been ages since you've been to one and I can't even begin to
remember the last time you volunteered. So what gives? This wouldn't
have anything to do with your interview this morning, would it? Some
sexy young boy you can't wait to fuck?"
There may be times Steve can be clueless (OK so maybe most of the time)
but others where he surprises me with his intuition. He wasn't 100%
correct but pretty darn close! I explained to him the general situation
and he leaned back in the kitchen chair and grinned.
"So black, nice boobs and ass, sexy legs, and seventh grade? Nice!" he
summarized as only he could do after I'd spent five minutes explaining
everything, "But I don't get it. Why do YOU want to come with? You know
you can't fuck her daddy there."
Dang it, as if I had to be reminded. Steve and I walked a fine line when
it came to attending the parties. Legally we shouldn't even have been
allowed to join as our kids weren't old enough to participate but my Aunt
Linda pulled some strings (OK, a LOT of strings) and somehow got us in.
The catch was that we still had to come as a "family" so the numbers
worked out meaning typically my aunt would go as Steve's "wife" and I was
their daughter. Unfortunately I was also as old as some of the mothers
meaning I had to take on the role as a mother well. What it meant for me
was that I had to act as a mother and allow the young boys to select me
for sex meaning I couldn't ask the dad's to fuck me even though I went as
the "daughter" in the family. It's complicated for sure but it gets
Steve in the door and that's ultimately the whole point.
"Well, you're always pointing out the little black girls whenever we're
out and about and telling me how they turn you on so I guess I'm just
anxious to see my husband enjoying himself with someone that means
something special to him."
As if my husband hadn't been horny to start, my teasing him about little
black pussies was about to push him over the edge! No sooner were the
girls finished with their dinner than we retreated to the living room
where we put in one of their Peppa Pig DVD's after which Steve fucked me
REALLY good right there on the couch. Occasionally the girls looked over
at us but the show on TV apparently was much more interesting to them
than whatever silly games their patents were playing - at least that's
what we told them we were doing. Yeah, I realize that it won't be too
much longer when that excuse won't fly with Mia as she gets older but for
now it works so I'm not complaining. While normally I LOVE being watched
when having sex, it's no turn on for me to have Mia perched in bed
sitting there watching is but for whatever reason it seems to turn on
Steve, even though she obviously doesn't have the foggiest idea what
we're really doing.
Thankfully for once Mia spent the entire night in her own bed so I had my
husband's undivided attention for the evening. Sometimes I can be a bit
old fashioned and an evening alone with my husband, making love like
newlyweds, can be as erotic for me as anything. It was quite a night and
I woke to the alarm on Sunday morning feeling groggy - Steve didn't even
budge. Looking at the uncaring clock I thought damn, I needed a shower
BAD so no sleeping in if I was going to get to my dad's in time for us to
make it to church. Steve had been so turned on the night before that he
insisted on cumming on my face - not my fondest sex act in the world. If
anything, he just proved why I don't like it when he missed and got it in
my hair and everywhere else or so it seemed. My hair was all clumpy with
dried cum which I KNEW was going to be a pain to wash out. Oh well, I
can't say I didn't enjoy it at the time!
A couple hours later I was at my dad's for our Sunday morning traditional
sex before church where the first thing he asked me was how things had
gone the morning before with the interview. I just smiled and told him
I'd tell him but he'd better start fucking me if we were going to make it
to church without being TOO late. Knowing I was running late, I'd chosen
a simple skirt and blouse, no underwear of course as that would have
broken one of our most sacred traditions. Thinking about it, not
counting when I'm on my period or dressing up to tease I don't think I've
worn panties or a bra to church since like I was like twelve! Leaning
over the kitchen table I lifted up the skirt, presenting my father with
what I hoped was a welcoming view of his daughter's bare bottom.
"Oh fuck... nice...!" he complimented me as I beamed, "You know Kelly, I
don't think I'll EVER tire of seeing your beautiful bare ass."
"Well I would certainly HOPE not!" I teased him, wiggling it suggestively
for him.
Undoing his black dress slacks (really, I'll never understand why he
bothers even putting them on when he knows he'll just be undoing them) my
dad reached in and pulled out his erect dick. The head of it stuck out
from his fist like a turtle peeking out from its shell. Spreading my
feet further apart for him, I could feel the tip of his cock pressing
against my furry pussy. When it comes to my father fucking me, there are
three things that really turn m on more than anything and this was one -
the initial touch of his hard-on against me. He was still just at the
entry point and not even penetrating me but I knew that this was more
significant than it may seem at first glance. I felt a rush and my heart
sped up as I knew that nothing was going to stop him now... that nothing
would prevent him from fucking me. One look at the fevered expression on
his face as he concentrated on positioning himself spoke volumes. My
father wanted me! My own daddy wanted to fuck me!
Then with a sudden push my father's incestuous erection quickly entered
me, the second of three memorable times for our sexual relationship. The
feeling of my father as he merged his body with mine, his hardened cock
penetrating me, bonding with me as we became one not just in spirit but
now in body as well. It was like I could feel him deep up inside of me
and if I pressed my hand on my lower belly I could actually feel his dick
as it probed me, filling me with his love for me. At first he just held
it in me, the two of us reveling in the joy of our union as father and
daughter became one. Then he slowly began to fuck me, pulling out until
just his head was cradled by my wet pussy lips and then thrusting back
deep inside of me with one rapid push of his hips. Over and over he
fucked me, each time grunting as if to add an exclamation point to his
physical demonstration of his love for me!
As my dad fucked me so lovingly I thought yet again about how little
Marcy must have felt when her own father's dick entered her tiny pussy
for the very first time. Here I was, over fifteen years since having
taken my dad's dick in me for the very first time and yet I still loved
it every bit as much as the first time! I recalled the joy and amazement
I felt the first time my dad had loved me while I laid on my back on my
bed with my legs wrapped around him, pulling him even deeper into me.
Yes, just as little Marcy would always recall her first time with her
dad! For a moment I thought how lucky she was to have him so young and
not wait until she was half way through her teen years before realizing
the intensity of committing incest with her father.
"OK, now tell me about yesterday," my dad insisted as he slowed down
fucking me, both hands now gripping my bare hips as he pulled and pushed
me to match his hip thrusts.
Given the limited time we had left I pretty much had to stick to the
highlights but even those were more than enough to get my dad super
horny. Actually it worked out well seeing as I'd taken longer earlier in
the shower than I'd expected cleaning my husband's dried cum from my hair
so I'd arrived late to my dad's.
"Oh yeah... you want to fuck Marcy, don't you daddy?" I teased him as I
pushed back against his incestuous cock, driving him all the way into me,
even deeper than he had until then.
"Yes! God yes!" he groaned loudly as he started to cum, his eyes shut
tight as he was more than likely imagining how her tight little seventh
grade pussy would feel wrapped around his hard dick. Not that I'm all
THAT loose by the way. Even after two girls I still get regular
compliments on how tight my pussy still is.
He thrust even harder into me and for the moment all I could think about
was how badly I wanted my daddy to cum inside of me! Like wow, how many
times had he fucked me just in this one spot of the house? How much of
his cum had he given me over the years to prove his love for me? Gallons
perhaps? Then my thoughts shifted again and I wondered if Marcy's dad
had fucked her again when they got home?
Then came my FAVORITE part as my dad thrust deep into me as he pulled on
me to draw me into him.
"I'm cumming!" he gasped as I felt him shudder against me, his hips
jerking uncontrollably as his cock erupted and began to unleash load
after load of his love into me. It was his greatest gift to me, a
symbolic transfer of his love in the form of his most intimate sexuality
gushing from his incestuous cock deep into my welcoming pussy. I felt his
hands clenching my hips as he groaned and gasped as gave me what no other
man could - my father's sperm. (OK, technically he shoots blanks but
it's the thought that counts, right?)
Finally he finished and for a moment we both stood there in total
silence, just the sound of our breath as we both took in what had just
happened. Eventually he dropped out of me, leaving me feel empty but
then I could feel his cum begin to drain from me. Grabbing a paper
towel, I wiped myself off as I smiled at him. My dad bent over and we
kissed, deep and passionate as befit the moment. Finally we parted and I
gathered my breath.
"So.... ever fuck a little black girl daddy?" I asked, feeling rather
hypocritical to even ask the question but at the same time, curious to
get his reaction.
"You know better Kelly," was all he said. Yes I did but it never hurt to
ask. One of my dad's views on life is that can't have their cake and eat
it too. In this case I knew he meant that if I wasn't going to go
support everything he did with little girls then he wasn't going to share
everything he did with them either. Dang, sometimes I almost burst with
curiosity! I mean, he IS my dad so I can't help but be curious.
Whatever his complete sexual history was when it came to little girls, it
was enough to force my mother to divorce him so knowing how much she
loved him it had to be a LOT more than I knew about.
Oh sure with my overactive imagination I could theorize but without
knowing for sure it just wasn't the same. Just how young were the girls
that he REALLY liked to fuck? I'd seen him fucking ten year-olds at the
parties but that didn't mean much as that was as young as they were
allowed to be in order to attend. I knew that he and my Aunt Linda did
things on their own outside the party world but I was never allowed to be
a part of those and thus ineligible to be told what happened.
It wasn't until I'd cleaned up what I could of my father's sperm and was
sitting in his SUV on the way to church that I told him my plans for the
afternoon. Note to Kelly - next time you say anything to get your dad
off, be sure the vehicle is in PARK! Whew, I thought he was going to
drive right off the road!
Sitting in a church pew next to my daddy my pussy still tingled from him
having fucked me literally minutes before. Dang it, as much as I love
church I couldn't wait for the service to end! It had been a LONG time
since I'd looked forward to one of these parties and while I still had a
few reservation, hopefully this would be one of those times when the good
outweighed the bad.
Chapter 6 - Fantasies Fulfilled
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I've been told that one of the most difficult things about planning a
family sex party is finding a place to hold it. Obviously discretion is
a major concern. Even a hint of anything could draw unwanted attention
so almost any public facility was off limits. It also didn't help that
the rules were so strict. The one that drove things the most was the
"everyone stays ion the same room" edict. Thus unlike swapping parties
or other sex parties I've been at, everyone had to remain in the same
room in full view of everyone else. This was particularly important in
that parents had to be able to see their own kids at any time. This for
large event like the annual Christmas party there were very few venues
that could accommodate such a get together safely.
Today though, only a total of four families had registered and with
Trevor's family that made for five. Thus is was a lot easier to come up
with a spot and in this case we actually met in one of the family's
spacious house. It was also away from town making things very private.
In this case it was actually easier than setting up a swapping party as
we didn't have to worry about what to do with the kids!
My dad and cousin Kristi picked up Steve and me in my dad's monstrous
SUV. Unlike the other families involved, we DID have to make
arrangements for our kids as the minimum age for attendance was ten and
even that was discouraged. Given today's event was only scheduled for a
couple of hours I just hired one of our local babysitters. She had our
cell phone numbers so there was no reason to give her an address.
Security first, right?
From the look on her face I could tell that my cousin Kristi was
surprised when I joined them in the SUV, maybe even a little annoyed.
She was filling in for her mom who was still out of town and had
obviously been anticipating serving a dual role as my dad's daughter AND
Steve's wife. Now with me tagging along she'd have to be the wife for
them both while I'd be the daughter which was rather ironic in that she
was two years younger than me! If it all seems overly complicated that's
because it IS. Even after all these years some people still grumble
about the special treatment we get courtesy of my Aunt Linda so over time
we'd developed roles to try and keep everyone happy. Given I rarely
attended these days it I didn't think it would matter much that today was
a little out of sync.
It took my dad almost an hour to get us there thanks to the typical
horrendous Pittsburgh Sunday traffic but we finally made arrived although
my dad's blood pressure was probably at the danger point. I'd never been
to this house so looking out the window I was quite impressed. "House"
my ass, this was a dang mansion! We were met by what I assumed to be one
of the hosts' daughters at the door. A pretty little thing, she looked
to be a little older than the girls I teach, maybe fourteen or fifteen.
What surprised me a bit was that she answered the door in the nude but
then I guess as far from the road as we were and as isolated as the house
was there from the others there was no cause for concern.
Without much more than a quick hello, the girl immediately led us
straight to the so-called changing room. Actually the proper term would
be the undressing room at this stage and then the dressing room when all
was said and done. Yet another rule (yeah, we have a ton of them!) was
that no clothes or other garments were allowed in the sex room during the
party which included blankets. Bottom line - no covering up. It also
helped in enforcing another rule - no cell phones, cameras, or any other
recording or electronic device. The only exception were the video
cameras placed in strategic locations chosen to capture everything that
happened.
The girl returned to her post at the door, leaving us alone so we quickly
stripped and placed our belongings in nice little woven baskets lined
with cloth provided by the hosts. It looked that we weren't the last to
arrive but not the first either. I glanced around the room but didn't
see any sign of our newest members. I certainly hoped they weren't going
to be no-shows! For now it was just us, the host family and one other
family who I immediately recognized. It was "Riley" or whatever his real
name was along with his wife and two sons. The boys were obviously
nearing the end of their allowed time as sixteen was the cutoff for
attendance. Once any of the kids reached their seventeenth birthday that
was it, the entire family was disqualified as the rules were that
EVERYONE in the family must participate. By no means did that mean they
couldn't still meet with other people on their own using the connections
and relationships they'd built while members. It simply meant they
couldn't attend the parties. As it was, they were already as tall as
their father and if anything were as large or larger than he was where it
counted. Not that I'm a big advocate of size... just saying. After all,
in the end it's what he does with it that counts the most!
Smaller parties such as this one tend to be quite informal which was the
case today. Besides the one who met us at the door, the host also had
another daughter who appeared to be a couple years younger. It was
sometimes hard to be certain as for privacy everyone goes by first names
and I doubt most of them are real (hence my earlier confusion over who
"Riley" was). Discussions about age, where you live and other personal
information is highly discouraged as well. The whole point of these
parties is to have fun, not to learn about each other's lives.
So anyways, as I was saying... we were just the second family to arrive.
At the moment there were now four adult men of which three were
"available" for the only girl (recall that her sister had door duty)
which wasn't too bad. Typically multiple partners were discouraged to
avoid an "orgy" atmosphere but with such small attendance I had a feeling
that wouldn't apply today. Two boys were currently available for the
four adult women now that our arrival added three more to the mix (until
then they only had the host mother to fuck) which just emphasized how our
"special exemption" status tilted the playing field so to speak. Despite
whatever rationalizations people might use, I know full well that the
sole purpose of these parties is for the sexual gratification of the
adults. While the young girls could usually more than handle being
outnumbered by the men, it was more difficult for the boys to satisfy all
the women when they faced such odds. Fortunately teenage virility came
to the rescue but even teenage boys have their limits!
Another family arrived just as we were finishing getting undressed and I
saw my dad smiling. So far it had been just the host's daughters on the
"menu" and they were on the older side of the scale, at least for my
dad's tastes. I didn't recognize the newcomers but then I hadn't been
attending many parties in the past year and judging by the age of their
kids I doubted they had been members for long as both kids looked barely
old enough to meet the minimum requirements, especially the daughter. I
was sure she had to be at least ten as that was an inviolate requirement
and verified during the application process but she wasn't much past her
tenth birthday if I was to make a guess. Of course in the lower age
ranges it could be deceiving as kids often look plus or minus their real
age by several years in some cases.
"Hi Cindy," my dad greeted her with a wide smile. He was already naked
so it was easy to see just how he was pleased he really was to see her.
I looked at my cousin who grinned. Men can be so predictable!
"They just joined a few months ago right after her tenth birthday. I
think she's now your dad's favorite... in case you hadn't noticed," she
whispered to me conspiratorially.
We both giggled like schoolgirls. Yep, just like I always say - dicks
never lie. Still, ten years old? It seemed the older my dad got the
younger he wanted them but then that seemed true of most men. Steve was
now at the young teen stage still, like the twelve to fourteen year-olds
were his favorites. I wondered where the limit was for my dad as ten was
the youngest we allowed at the parties. While I knew that he and his
sister-in-law also went out for more private get-togethers, I'd made it a
point to not even ask about them. Not that he would've told me anything
if I had.
Along with little Cindy was her brother who I was guessing to be a few
years older at least and their parents. They looked older than I
would've expected considering the ages of their kids - maybe even in
their forties? Then again, I guess I'll be near that milestone by the
time my youngest daughter is eligible. Ouch!
We started to make our way into their family room which looked more like
an auditorium than the typical home - nothing like my dad's small
basement space for sure. It even had a small home theater with a huge
screen and movie theater style seating!
I was the last to enter and just as the door was about to shut I heard
the doorbell ring. Out of curiosity I waited to see who it was and sure
enough, it was Marcy and her parents! Up until that moment I have to
admit that I'd been more than a little concerned that they might not show
up. I'd have given a healthy sum to have been a fly on the wall at their
house the night after our interview session. It could've gone either way
in my opinion - horrified at what they'd done or so turned on they
couldn't wait to do it again. Based on what I'd heard from past similar
sessions, it was usually one extreme or the other.
"Hi Kelly!" Marcy greeted me. She didn't even seem to notice I was naked
but I saw that Trevor was already checking me out. Not that I was
surprised considering the conservative outfit I'd worn the last and only
time he'd ever seen me. Honestly, I'd have been more than a little
disappointed if he HADN'T been checking me out!
One of the responsibilities of being a host is to welcome new members and
go over the rules yet again with them. As for me, I decided it might be
best to wait inside and let our host for the day do his thing without
interfering or causing any distractions. Back in the room, it was no
surprise to me that my dad was already getting blown by his new
"girlfriend". He was seated in one of the chairs set up with tiny Cindy
on her skinny knees between his hairy legs. From the lustful expression
on his face I'd say she as doing an admirable job of it. Her brother
must have chosen my cousin Kristi right off the bat to be his first
partner for the day as she was in a similar position as his sister only
he was seated next to his dad who seemed to be keeping more of an eye on
his daughter's activities. Well, that was why everyone was required to
remain in the same room - so parents could ensure their kids were OK and
not being coerced or abused. From what I could see, Cindy was quite
happy sucking my dad's cock all on her own.
With the limited numbers there weren't a lot of options for other action.
The two brothers were busy with my aunt and Cindy's mom. Aunt Linda was
sucking off the younger one while the Cindy's mom was squatting over the
older brother in reverse cowgirl fashion. As a result, all the young
dicks were occupied so I just a seat near the entrance and watched as the
other two husbands were fucking the two daughters of our hosts. I guess
since he had to do door duty is cute daughter must have decided her
services weren't needed any longer.
Maybe ten or fifteen minutes later Trevor finally entered, followed by
his wife Charlene and daughter Marcy. As required, they were all nude
and I could tell they weren't accustomed to public nudity, although this
was about as least "public" as it comes. Charlene instinctively clutched
her chest in a classic "hand bra" position while Marcy nestled in tighter
against her mother. Trevor seemed unaffected though and if anything he
seemed quite proud to display himself.
"OK, I've got the general idea from the guy in charge so now what, I just
have to wait for one of the girls?" he asked me.
I explained to him how this was a rather small gathering and apologized
for the number of young girls being rather limited. In fact, Steve was
stuck already being an observer and assuming this was all that would be
coming, our host would be joining him on the sidelines soon enough.
Charlene was also stuck without a partner for the moment but my Aunt
Linda noticed her and quickly motioned for me to send her over where my
aunt thoughtfully allowed her to take over. Charlene hesitated for a
moment and I wondered when the last time had been she had sucked a
teenage dick? Probably not since she was a teenager as well.
Steve wasted no time introducing himself to Trevor which I knew was more
of a rather blatant way to introduce himself indirectly to Marcy. He'd
had his eyes on the little black cutie from the moment she'd walked in.
Marcy was standing alone watching everything with a thoughtful look so I
went over to her and took her hand.
"Well, so what do you think?" I asked her.
Marcy's eyes widened. "I don't know, this is so crazy. I can't believe
everyone is just doing this out in front of everyone else!"
I couldn't resist... I HAD to know so I asked softly, "So tell me Marcy,
did you and your daddy have sex again at home?"
Her eyes brightened and I knew the answer before she could speak.
"Yes," she giggled, "Mom even lets me sleep next to him too."
"yeah, it's pretty cool having your own dad fuck you, isn't it?" I asked
with a knowing smile of my own.
"Oh wow, like he's so much better than my old boyfriend," she gushed.
"Is that your dad over there Kelly?"
I nodded as she'd picked him out accurately. I guess since I was older
it wasn't all that hard to do - just choose the oldest guy in the room.
"Wow, how old is that girl with him?" Marcy asked, "She's so tiny!"
"We don't talk about our ages or stuff like that when we're here," I
replied, delivering the standard line, "But I'm guessing she's ten.
Someone mentioned she just had a birthday a few months ago and I can't
imagine it was her eleventh."
"Wow," Marcy whispered in awe, "So that's like what... 4th grade?"
I nodded and her eyes remained wide with astonishment. "And her dad...
he has sex with her too?"
I shrugged. "Well, remember we don't talk about things like that here.
A lot of the girls who come here don't do it with their dads. I really
don't understand why not but that's their choice I guess. After all,
don't forget that you didn't fuck yours until a few days ago."
"Steve's your husband?" she asked rhetorically, her attention leaping
from one scene to another. "Oh wow... he's cute!"
I smiled in agreement. "Yeah, I think I did pretty good picking him
out." I paused for a moment to look right at her. "By the way... I just
happen to know he wants to fuck YOU more than any of the other girls
here."
"Because I'm black?" she snapped back quickly with a twinkle in her eye.
Pretty perceptive for a girl barely old enough to be qualified to be
called a teenager.
"Well... yes but you're also REALLY cute," I answered. "You're also the
perfect age that he likes."
"But I don't have big boobs," she protested.
I smiled at her... "Exactly... but actually you DO have a great start and
that's like the perfect age for him."
"So he wants to do it with me?"
I smiled even broader. "Oh for sure! But remember, he can't ask you.
YOU get to choose who you want to have sex with."
"That's so cool," she giggled, "So what do I say to him?"
"Well, he's my husband so I pretty much know exactly what turns him on.
Just go up to him and tell him that you want him to fuck you."
"You mean just say I want to have sex with him? That's all?"
"Noooooo, say it like I told you... just say you want him to FUCK you."
"But that's a naughty word."
"Well, it would be if you were mad at him but when it comes to sex trust
me, that's what every man wants to hear - even your dad."
"I could NEVER say that to my dad," she protested but she was giggling as
she did.
"I tell you what Marcy. Next time you're home with him, go your daddy
and say, 'Daddy, please fuck me.' I guarantee he'll LOVE it!
"OK... If you say so," she said but not sounding all that confident.
"Well, why not try it out with my husband first then?"
She didn't seem opposed to the idea so I shut up and let nature take its
course. She looked at Steve talking to her dad still and then at me. I
nodded towards my husband and motioned with my hand for her to go to him.
Dutifully she went over and tugged on his hand. I was only a few feet
away but still was barely able to hear her.
"Mr. Steve... I want you to fuck me."
Couldn't have done better myself! Steve quickly glanced over at me,
knowing full well who'd put her up to this. I mouthed, "I love you!"
"Of course," Steve answered her, "I'd love to fuck you."
Steve took Marcy by the hand and her over to a mat on the floor towards
the middle of the room. Just like him, seeking out the center of
attention so everyone could watch! Meanwhile poor Trevor was left alone
so I stood next to him to watch as his daughter started to suck my
husband's cock as he laid on his back on the mat.
"So Trevor, ever imagine you'd be watching your little daughter sucking
another man's dick?"
Trevor chuckled. "Actually, I HAVE imagined it... just never thought I'd
ever actually SEE it."
"So I hear you fucked her again last night."
Trevor smirked while keeping a watchful eye on his sexy little girl.
"Well, only twice... Charlene insists she still gets some too."
It reminded me of when my dad first started fucking me. My mom didn't
say much at first but when it seemed all he wanted to do was fuck me for
the next week or so she finally had to step in and insisted on getting
some of her own!
"So how do you fit in here?" he asked me, "If you don't mind me saying it
doesn't seem like the rule apply to you."
I sighed and tried to explain things to him. It's confusing enough for
me and I'm sure I had him twisted in knots trying to figure things out.
"So just the boys get to fuck you?" he asked, trying to clear things up
in his head I guess.
Sighing again, I explained how that was the deal we'd worked out although
my true preferences were more for the older fathers of the teenage girls.
"Oh! So you mean guys like me?" he teased me.
"Exactly!" I came back, deliberately eying his dark dick.
"But you're saying we can't do it here?"
I was about to give him another sigh and agree when I looked out at the
people in front of us. My dad was now fucking little Cindy and Steve had
wasted no time arranging Marcy into position and was enjoying her mouth
on his dick. My aunt and her daughter were getting fucked as well by
teenage cock and here I was just standing there watching it all.
What the hell, why not? What could they do, ban me? My aunt would never
allow that even if they tried.
"Tell you what Trevor... as soon as my husband cums in your daughter, you
can fuck me."
"Why wait?" he responded with a sly look?
"I just assumed you'd want to watch," I answered, "I mean it?s not like
every day you get to see your daughter fucked by a total stranger for the
first time."
"Well, I have to admit that Marcy seems more than happy right now," he
observed, "Still, I think it would be hot as hell to fuck you right next
to your husband while he fucks my daughter. Shit, sounds like something
right out the script of an old porn movie!"
I laughed as we quickly made our way over to where my husband was
enjoying the ever improving skills of Trevor's daughter.
"I take it this little goddess of love belongs to you?" Steve grinned as
Marcy's outstretched tongue licked the tip of his rigid dick.
Trevor just grinned and looked around. "Well, unless someone's wife
likes 'em black, I'd say that's a pretty safe guess."
"Kelly told me she didn't start sucking cock until this week," Steve said
conversationally as Marcy looked up at her dad with the head of my
husband's dick in her mouth.
"Well, have to thank your wife for that!" Trevor answered and then he
groaned as I started on his cock, "Jesus Kelly, how do you DO that?"
He was referring to me at the end there as I suddenly just plunged down
on his cock, taking it all in until my cheeks were pressed against his
thick black pubic hair. What the heck, I figured I'd surprise him and
evidently I had!
Although I was about to gag I knew Marcy was watching and frankly I
wanted to show off a little for her. Besides, I couldn't remember ever
Steve getting to watch his wife deep throat a black dick so why not "make
a memory" as they say?
"She's had a little practice," Steve joked. "That's it... just like
that!" he suddenly said, switching his focus on the little black teenager
doing her best on his dick.
"She's really pretty, isn't she?" I murmured to Steve as I jerked on
Trevor's dick.
"Perfect... just perfect," Steve groaned as he stared down at his crotch
where his white cock contrasted sharply with Marcy's dark complexion.
Knowing my husband all too well I knew Steve would be able to hold off
quite a while. Marcy was hot and trying her best but face it, her
cocksucking skills left much to be desired and Steve was accustomed to my
efforts. Trevor, on the other hand, I wasn't so sure of. I wondered
when he'd last fucked a white girl, or for that matter had he ever? I
was anxious to ask but thought he might think me weird if I did, or worst
even racist so I just stuck to what I was good at - sucking his dick!
Seriously though, I was starting to think Trevor might not last much
longer and I wanted to have him fuck me before one of the other little
girls grabbed him. After all, it wasn't often they got to choose a black
guy and I imagine he had to be of interest for them all.
Holding Trevor's wet HARD dick in my hand, I looked him in the eyes and
asked, "Well... ready to fuck me daddy?" I winked at Marcy. Hopefully
she saw the look on her dad's face when I called him daddy and asked him
to fuck me.
"Hell yes!" Trevor grunted. I wasn't sure how he wanted me so I sat back
on my heels and waited... but not for long. He plopped back onto a chair
and patted his naked lap. "Right here slut... sit on daddy's lap."
What the heck, why not? I turned around facing my husband and Marcy and
leaned back onto Trevor's lap where he was holding the base of his hard
shaft to direct it into me. I reached between my thighs and spread
myself open for him and felt the thick head of his cock pressing against
the entrance of my pussy. Shifting my weight from my feet to his lap,
gravity did its work and his dick slipped inside of me. Damn! I really
hate myself for saying this but his black cock DID feel pretty damn big
in me!
"Like my big black dick in your tight white pussy?" he growled as his
hands reached around me and cupped my breasts. "Damn, you have some
sensational tits!"
As he sat there I ground my bare ass into his lap, driving his thick
shaft even deeper inside of me as he squeezed my boobs and pulled on my
nipples. He was a little righter with them than I preferred but I was
more focused on his dick in me so it was OK.
Steve had been watching and I knew it got him off to see another man's
cock entering me so I'd made sure to position myself to give him the
perfect view. As I fucked Trevor's dick I had to wonder how poor Marcy
handled it? No wonder he'd only gotten in about half way when I'd
watched them earlier! I'm not saying Steve is small - he IS my husband
after all, but compared to Trevor I knew Marcy was going to have an
easier time handling Steve's cock than her dad's.
"I figured you'd be fucking her by now," I teased him, "You're slowing up
in your old age."
"Just wait!" he came back with a naughty grin. Reaching down, he took
Marcy's head and pulled her off his dick, positioning her on her hands
and knees facing her father.
"Watch your daddy fuck my wife as I fuck you," Steve told her as he lined
up behind her. Marcy's eye's met mine and she looked a little anxious.
"It's OK... he's been dreaming of doing you all day!" I told her.
Steve tried pushing in but she was too tight at first so he bent down and
pushed his face into her ass and licked her pussy. Marcy's eyes widened
- I imagined nobody had ever done it this way to her before. Then Steve
must have licked her asshole as she took on a deer-in-the-headlights look
and started to pull away but he had his hands around her bare waist and
pulled her back into him.
"Feel good" I asked her as I rocked on her dad's erect adulterous cock.
"I.... I don't know!" she gasped, "It's weird!"
Steve must have felt she was wet enough as he leaned back and wiped his
mouth off on his arm. He made another effort to enter the little
thirteen year-old and this time seemed to have more success based on the
gasp from Marcy. Given she could probably still count the number of
times she'd been fucked on one hand, I imagine she had to be pretty darn
tight - just how Steve wanted it.
"Tight?" I asked smiling.
"Fuck yeah!" he groaned as he worked his cock way into her.
Meanwhile Trevor was looking for more so he pulled me up and pushed me
down until I was also on my hands and knees facing his daughter. Marcy
and my faces were literally inches apart as I felt him drive his dick
back inside of me.
"Oh that feels so good!" I sighed as he started fucking me slowly at
first, gaining speed with each thrust.
I glanced over hoping to see how my dad was doing with little Cindy.
Evidently he'd already finished with her as one of the other fathers was
now fucking her. Say what you want about how young she was - it just
seems do right.... she seemed so happy! The girl had to know EVERY man
in the room wanted nothing more than to fuck her - and probably every boy
including her brother. When we first started coming I had fears that
these events would be taking advantage of girls such as her but it didn't
take longer to see that wasn't the case at all. Their self-confidence
and maturity far exceeded their calendar years and I knew it was in large
part due to the attention and control they had at parties such as this.
Surprisingly it was Steve that came first. I figured he would've lasted
longer but the excitement of fucking a little black seventh grader must
have been too much for him.
"Oh fuck... I'm cumming!" he groaned as he pressed deep into Marcy. I
watched as his hips thrust forward each time he ejaculated, one after
another after another until he'd drained himself and filled her little
pussy with his cum.
Seeing his daughter taking another man's load right in front of him must
have been the final straw for Trevor as well as he emptied his balls into
me shortly thereafter. As soon as he'd cum he pulled out and leaned
back, parting my butt cheeks to watch as I felt his sperm draining from
me and dripping to the floor. I squeezed down, trying to press as much
of it out of me as possible for him to see.
Steve leaned over and high fived Trevor. What a showoff! Meanwhile
Marcy was still on her hands and knees, uncertain what to do next.
"You DO know every guy here wants to fuck you, right?" I said with a
twinkle in my eye, "But YOU get to decide who does so go have fun!"
It seemed to finally dawn on her the power she had over the men in the
room as she looked around with a determined look in her eye. She was
looking at one of the brothers but I reminded her she had to pick one of
the dads.
Steve, meanwhile, had taken a seat and looked like he needed a break. I
couldn't help myself as I went over to tease him.
"What's the matter big guy, can't keep it up like the boys anymore?"
Steve shot me arrows with his eyes but his cock hung flaccid, betraying
him.
Meanwhile on of the boys was tapping on my shoulder. I looked around and
it was the younger brother. Wouldn't you know it? It WOULD be the
youngest one of the bunch. After Trevor's fat black dick this was sure
to be a downgrade. Oh well, it was the price I have pay to please my
husband!
A couple hours later and we were on the way home, reminiscing about the
events. Aunt Linda was teasing her daughter that I got to be fucked by a
big black dick and she didn't. Again, I couldn't help but grimace at the
focus on the color of the dick but what could I say?
"No fair Mom... Kelly broke the rules."
"True," my aunt agreed and then looked over the seat at me where I was
sitting next to Kristi, "I about fainted when I saw him fucking you but
these folks didn't seem to care. I hope you can control yourself better
if they come to the Christmas party. There's likely to be a few people
there jealous of you who might make a stink about it."
Oh well, I wasn't even sure I would be attending the party so no big deal
to me. Yeah, I enjoyed being fucked by Trevor but I can't say his skin
color made any difference. On the other hand, I have to admit that I WAS
turned on seeing Steve fucking the little black seventh grader. Normally
I can take it or leave it when it comes to seeing Steve with other girls,
especially the little ones. Somehow though, seeing the contrast of his
pale cock slipping into her dark pussy was more erotic than I'd care to
admit.
"Do you think Marcy babysits?" Steve asked me that night as we fucked.
THE END