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First Published: 15 February 2017 Already seen Chatstep Chatroom Part 2, click here to read part 1
Chatstep Chatroom Part 2
by Isabella Story Code: M/g, M/gg, Underage sex, Incest Father/Daughter, Impregnation Once alone and eating my lunch I started to feel guilty about what I'd allowed to happen in the previous twenty-four hours, my mind flashed back four hours to my watching my daughters dress for school, they looked like little virgins wearing white cotton bras, white cotton knickers, white knee length socks and their white cotton blouses. The only colour in their school lives was their navy gymslips and their red and white striped school ties and their black shoes, if black was actually a colour that is. I was down for thirty minutes but as I washed my lunch dishes and breakfast pots I perked up. I hadn't encouraged anything to happen, my daughters had done exactly what they wanted to do. All that I had done was provide the safe place for it to happen. I cheered up a little when I remembered Sarah admitting to giving oral sex in the shop doorway. We only had one shop so I knew the doorway very well, when I was growing up we called that doorway 'Snogger's corner'! Sarah had as much as admitted that the boys that she provided oral pleasure to weren't actually always her boyfriends and remembering back to my own childhood, boys would hang out in that same doorway and wait for any girl to walk past them. I'd found myself in a lip-lock with many boys that I didn't really know in that doorway, older boys that picked on younger girls and got as much fun out of the girl before she felt overwhelmed and ran for safety as they could. I felt myself blush as I remembered telling my daughter about my first sexual partner, I could expect more questions when my daughters got home...just how much was I willing to tell them about the woman that my children called 'Aunty Angie' but that we hadn't seen in a while because my husband didn't like her or her lifestyle, the fact that she had three children and there had never been any mention of a husband, boyfriend or who their father was. He also hated the fact that whenever I went to see Angie, I lost several hours that I couldn't fully account for. Now that I was sitting comfortably my mind wandered back almost thirty years to when I was ten years old and my best friend told me that her father fancied me. Naturally I didn't believe her, it was almost an art form, telling girls that someone or another fancied her and then watching the girl making a fool of herself as she hung around a boy who didn't know her from Adam. Angela arranged for me to go to her house for a sleepover one Friday evening after school, Angela's mother was a nurse and some weekends even though she wasn't supposed to be working she would often get called in at night for some emergency or other. As usual on a sleepover we ate far too many sweets and junk food. We stole cider from Angela's parent's stock and sat talking until long after Angela's parents went to bed. I heard a funny noise and asked Angela what was going on, "Just mummy and daddy making me a brother or sister, they try about 4 times a week but haven't been successful yet!" I eventually fell asleep and didn't hear the telephone ring in Angela's parent's bedroom at four o'clock in the morning, I didn't hear her mother get up, get dressed and leave the house. I totally missed her mother's car slipping off the drive and power up the hill out of the village but none of that had been missed by Angela, as soon as she heard her mother's car leave the village she woke me and guided me into her parent's bedroom and into bed with her and her father. That first night all her father did to me was take my nighty off and kiss me, look at my body and hug me a little...Angela was also naked and while her father kissed and hugged me Angela was bent over his midriff and had the head of his cock in her mouth as she rubbed her hand up and down his cock shaft until he had his pleasure in her mouth. When he got his breath back her father left me and wriggled down the bed and pulled Angela's legs apart and buried his head between her legs. Within two minutes Angela was gasping for air, throwing her head from side to side and it looked like she was trying to swim out from under her father as she was pushing at the top of his head. Angela was given approximately twice the length of pleasure than she had given her father before he stopped and told her that we should go back to Angela's bedroom, just in case her mother returned. Sometimes Angela's mother was at work for just an hour, sometimes she could be gone all night but her father didn't like to risk a whole hour of pleasure with his daughter because he didn't want to get caught out. Once back in Angela's bedroom, I was about to put my nighty back on but Angela stopped me, she pulled me into bed and we cuddled together for the rest of the night until it was time to wake up. On Saturday morning I was a little surprised at the way her father acted, it was as if the night before had never happened...I even started to believe it could all have just been a dream on my part. I invited Angela to my house the following week for a sleepover and the next week I was invited to Angela's house again. Two weeks before I had kissed and cuddled with John, Angela's father, while Angela masturbated him into her mouth and then I'd watched him give her oral sex for around twenty minutes. Angela and I hadn't even pretended to get into bed by the time her mother took the emergency call, the on-duty nurse had gone home sick so her mother, Claire, had been called in to cover on the ward until at least six o'clock the following morning. Angela told me to undress quickly and this time I listened along with Angela to her mother driving out of the village. "Okay, my dad will be ready for us now!" When we got into John's room he was in bed, naked and waiting for us. This time, before John kissed me Angela taught me how to suck her father's cock but just to give him a little pleasure, not to take him to his climax. I thought that Angela was going to take over and finish her father off with her mouth but she didn't, this time she went straight onto her back and her dad licked between her legs again. Angela took twenty minutes of pleasure from her father's mouth before patting him on his shoulder and telling him that she was ready. I was positioned so that my nose was almost pressing against Angela's hip so that I could watch in ultra close-up, I was even asked to help by holding John's cock and keep it lined up on Angela's cunt hole. Angela winced and gasped in pain a little, what I hadn't known was that this was Angela's first attempt at taking her father's cock in her cunt. The gasping and sounds of pain were soon replaced by giggles and gasps of pleasure coming from both Angela and her father. I'd kept my hand around John's cock a little too long and when I finally pulled my arm out from between their bodies I had a little of Angela's maidenhead blood on my fingers. Eventually John fell on top of Angela gasping for breath and his body was jerking as his spunk was pumping out of his cock and into Angela's body. When John got his breath back, Angela left us to have a bath and John spent an hour getting me ready with lots of kissing and cuddling and then he went down on me, using his mouth to blow my socks off, not that I was wearing any at the time but his skills in that area certainly curled my toes. John and I both joined Angela in the bath for thirty minutes and after our bath Angela got me to suck the head of her father's cock while she rubbed her hand up and down his shaft, she kept telling me that when I felt her father start to climax that I should ignore the taste and just swallow as quickly as I could to drink it all down. I have to say that nothing in my short life to that point had prepared me for what could pump out of a man's cock, the volume and the disgusting taste but fortunately Angela had prepared me a little because she could read her father so well that the volcano of his eruption didn't hit me as a surprise and I was already swallowing when it rolled over me. Angela took me back to her bedroom and on the way through she took me to the bathroom and gave me a measure of mouthwash to try and take the foul taste out of my mouth. It was two weeks after Angela lost her virginity with her dad that he asked me if I wanted him to do the same thing to me. I'd started my periods a few months earlier and we planned for my next sleepover with Angela to coincide with her mother being on call and me being on my period. Unfortunately on that occasion there was no call out for Claire so I had a disappointing night and it would be a month before the moons lined up again. When I finally managed to get my chance in bed with John again, Angela had warned me about the pain but I was still willing to go through with it. John gave me oral sex and as he was doing that he was basically pushing his spittle into my vagina to get me well lubricated as deep inside my body as possible. John had prepared his bed, a bath towel under the sheet because I was on my period and John was expecting even more blood to come once he'd entered me. Angela had spent days and days warning me that it would hurt my first time but if I could take her father now, in the future I'd be able to take any man, no matter how big his cock was. Well, all of Angela's warnings couldn't possibly prepare me for how it actually felt. The first surprise for me was that when John got on top of me, just how much of his weight he was putting on top of me to hold me down and the second was, when Angela aimed his cock between my legs it felt like the wide end of a baseball bat was being pushed up into my body. I felt overly full and stretched but uncomfortable rather than painful until he was about two inched inside and it felt like his cock was as deep as it could get. John had eased his weight slightly and was fucking me quite freely, I was used to his size and beginning to enjoy the feeling of being fucked, Angela moved around the bed, she lifted my head slightly so I could look down my body and see John's cock slipping in and out of my body, I was surprised to see that he was only pulling out far enough for the ridge of wide flesh denoting his cockhead's crown and when he pushed back in it was just to the point where his foreskin ended forming the second, thinner ridge of skin. Angela shuffled towards her father until her knees were against the top of my shoulders, her father kissed her, his cock was at the point where his cock changed colour slightly at the foreskin ridge and there was a sudden explosion of pain as he suddenly pushed extra hard and knocked the wall barring his path down. I was still looking down at his cock as a bead of blood appeared around the junction between his cock and my pussy lips. I was momentarily stunned but I eventually verbalised my pain, both the pain deep inside my cunt and the pain on top of my shoulders as I was rammed into Angela's knees. The pain took every bit of pleasure out of the act for close to ten minutes but John held his climax back until I managed one final orgasm from him fucking me at full force and when I finally started to climb down from that orgasm he spilt his load deep into my body. Because of the time I was told to take a shower instead of a bath, John quickly ran to the kitchen to start washing his bottom sheet and the towel that had been protecting his bed, he joined me in the shower for a quick wash to clean his cock, balls and belly and when we finished the shower John took one of his wife's 'Ultra Absorbency Tampons' from the bathroom cabinet, there was also a tube of painkilling cream that he coated the tampon in before pushing it as deeply into my fanny as he could. I'd never worn a tampon before, I'd only had periods for a few months and I always wore towels or panty liners. I bled so little that I only changed a liner twice a day and there was never more than a tablespoon full of discharge over the three days so it was a novelty to go back to bed with my cunt totally full of cotton wadding but as the painkiller took effect I stopped feeling the tampon altogether. Claire was home before Angela and I woke up and Angela woke me in time to hear Claire baying through her orgasm, Angela giggled, "I wonder if having you last night has invigorated my dad's spunk enough for him to make my mother pregnant this morning or not?" I actually had a pang of jealousy at John fucking his wife when the memory of his cock breaking into my body was still so fresh in my mind and my pussy was still packed to overflowing with the huge tampon that John had forced into my cunt after I washed myself clean in the middle of the night. Angela saw something on my face, "Don't fall in love with my father! You have to remember that he's always Claire's husband and just our lover when he can be without being found out!" After that first time I became an expert on Claire's shift pattern as well as when John would be working and I often bunked off school for the occasional afternoon so I could slip around and spend an hour in bed with John on my own. While John was always careful when having sex with me, preferring to fuck me when I was safe or having me suck him when it was dangerous or using a condom during the uncertain times, he wasn't so careful when he fucked Angela and she ended up being the first girl in our school year to fall pregnant at the age of thirteen. As far as I know, Claire never found out who had impregnated Angela, Angela lied her socks off and said that it had happened at a party and she didn't know who the boy was but she had convinced her mother that she had only had sex the once. John was definitely the baby's father and after it came along Angela came back to school and Claire took over bringing up Angela's baby boy as she did Angela's daughter and then her third child, another boy. Claire had been desperate to have more than one child and Angela and her own husband provided her with three more. For my part, every time I visited Angela at home I had sex with John even though Claire would have been around the house somewhere and as far as I knew, once Angela reached eighteen she slept with her father quite openly. 2,730 Words. Already seen Chatstep Chatroom Part 2, click here to read part 1
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