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I'm sitting in my bedroom in my parents' house feeling sorry for myself when my boyfriend calls. He's a Marine and about to go on his tour of duty overseas. We've been fucking since the day after we met, nearly a year ago, and I'm not sure how I'm going to make it without his cock, since I'm almost always horny.

Jim (my boyfriend) tells me on the phone that he's arrange for Nick, his best friend, to fuck me while he's away. This makes me feel relieved. Jim has some conditions, of course, one of them being that I have to insist on condoms, and of course we can't say anything to Nick's wife. 'I know you'll just go out and find a guy at the nearest bar, and I want you safe,' Jim says to me. He's right. And isn't it cool to have such a considerate boyfriend?

But it doesn't work out. Nick fucks me a few times before his stupid bitch of a wife finds out. I think he felt guilty for doing it and deliberately left evidence of our little arrangement where she'd see it. Idiot. He tells me that his wife won't ask for a divorce if he stops fucking me and never sees me again, even when Jim comes back. So he has to agree, and I'm out in the cold, horny and desperate.

I promised Jim that I wouldn't go looking for random men to fuck, but damn, I'm horny. It's been a week since I last had cock and I'm itching for it. I still live with my parents, although I spent a lot of time at Jim's place on the base before his tour. My job doesn't pay enough for me to live on my own - I was always planning on marrying my Marine, moving in with him and being a stay at home wife, and later mother. So I still live with Mommy and Daddy.

Anyway, I'm sitting on my bed with my legs open, my slit getting wet around my thong as I think of Jim and Nick. I don't have any toys, since Jim kept me satisfied, putting his cock up there daily, sometimes even two or three times. I've never had to think about getting something to replace his huge cock. But now... I desperately need something in my hole. Desperately.

All I have is fingers. I slip two of them past the crotch of my thong and insert them. It feels... okay, but nothing like Jim or Nick's cock would. I'm huffing and letting out little moans when the door opens suddenly and my father stands in the doorway. 'Nancy, it's time for din...' he stops abruptly, since I'm spilling out of my Wonderbra, my legs splayed open with nothing left to the imagination, and my fingers are deep in my cunt.

Neither of us says anything. What could I say, 'This isn't what it looks like?' Because of course it is. I'm finger-fucking myself out of horniness and desperation. Daddy doesn't say anything, he just backs out and closes the door. My enthusiasm gone, I wipe up with some tissues, put on another pair of underwear and some clothes, and go down for supper.

My mother only remarks that I'm late for the table, before launching into a description of her day. She's a wedding planner and has her own business which makes millions. My father is a doctor who works out of his consulting room adjacent to the house. Neither one of them can understand why I want to be a housewife and someday a stay at home mother.

As my mother rabbits on about the stupidity of the bridal store one of her clients frequents, I feel my father's eyes on me. I risk a look at him, and his eyes are hot as he sizes me up. The thought that my father is undressing me with his eyes is making me horny all over again. I'd better be careful or I'll be creaming my shorts with fuck juice. But the horny part of me is whispering that I could have a cock in me again. And it's so very wrong, but I don't care. I suddenly want my father's cock.

I can already imagine it... me lying on the bed, legs open, as he fits himself into me, his cock sliding inside... fucking my brains out.

Something must show in my eyes, because Daddy suddenly pushes away from the table and goes into the sitting room. My mother shrugs and continues to complain about the stupid bridal store.

I can feel the slickness between my cunt lips... I can actually feel my cunt getting ready to be fucked. But I politely finish my supper, help clean up, put the dishes in the dishwasher, and then walk into the sitting room.

My father is reading the paper, and my mother is on the phone. 'No, it'll be fine, your day isn't ruined,' she says, reassuring someone. Not another suicidal bride whose dress is too small! There's a reason we call it the 'stupid bridal store'. It's full of stupid people who serve stupid brides.

'Fine, I'll be right over. Put the pills back in the medicine cabinet,' my mother orders. It's not the first time she's had to talk a crazed bride out of killing herself. My father and I look up in sympathy, and my mother gives my father a quick peck before grabbing her keys and heading out the door.

We only wait until we hear the sound of the car's engine fade. My father stands up, grabs me, and shoves me onto the couch, his hand going to his zipper. Half-lying, I pull off my T-shirt and undo my bra. Daddy's pants pool on the floor and he doesn't even step out of them - he kneels down in front of the couch and yanks off my shorts. The thong is glistening with my wetness as I try to wrest it off, but he grabs my hands and pulls them above my head. 'Hold on,' he says, and I grab the back of the couch with both hands.

I stare at his hard cock as he pulls me forward by the hips, pushing my knees wide open. Then he leans down and licks along the crotch of my thong! 'Ah!' I can't help it - that felt good.

Daddy twists his fingers into the material of the thong and pulls it aside. Then he's collecting moisture from my hole and smearing his cock with it. I nearly cum just from watching him do that, but he still has more to do. He pulls me right to the edge of the couch, and with one movement rams his huge cock into my cunt!

'AAAHHH!' I moan. It feels so fucking good. His cock is sliding into me, slowly at first. 'Ah!' I whimper every time he pulls partway out and pushes back in. 'Ah! Ah!' I know what I sound like, and it turns me on even more. 'Ah! Ah! Ah!'

Then he really starts going for it, thrusting into me fiercely, grunting with each jackhammering move into my hole.

'Uh! Uh! Uuuuh! Uh! Uh!' is interspersed with my own, more ladylike, 'Ah! Aah! Ah!'

Idly I wonder if the neighbours can hear us fucking. We're not being quiet about it, but I don't care. This is what I wanted, and it's soooo good! His cock is really giving it to me, and I love it!

Then he makes one long groan, 'Uuuhuuuhhh...!' and cums. I can feel his sperm shooting into me as he pulses over and over. I'm not quite there yet, but he lunges upwards as soon as he's done and bites my nipple. That does it! I start to cum, my internal muscles contracting around his cock, which is still buried inside me. 'Aaaaahhh!' I scream as I cum and cum and cum.

I lie there for a while, my hands still clamped onto the back of the couch. I surface a bit as I feel a gentle sucking at my nipples. My father is sucking one, then the other, waiting for me to achieve something resembling coherence.

I finally manage to remove my hands, which are quite sore from holding that position. Daddy leans down and places a kiss just above my cunt. 'Thank you,' he says.

'I want more,' I say brazenly.

'We'll see,' he says, but I can hear in his voice that he wants more just like I do.

And he gets it. When Mommy is out doing her enormously successful job, I find excuses to leave work early or come home on my lunch hour, and Daddy and I fuck. He's a better fuck than Jim, and a MUCH better fuck than Nick. He also never uses a condom.

When Jim is wounded slightly and sent home to finish out his tour at the local base, he is presented with a very pregnant girlfriend. He hadn't been gone for even a month before, I later figured out, I got knocked up with my own father's baby. I'm pretty sure I can fudge the dates just enough so that Jim doesn't realize the kid is not his.

Jim asks me to marry him before the baby comes, and I agree. I don't mention on my wedding night that my father fucked me in the hotel suite where I was changing right before the nuptuals.