Disclaimer: If you are easily offended by blatant sexual stories, are under 18, or have a heart condition, don’t read this. If it is illegal in your state to possess this literature, then don’t possess. All within is pure fiction - I guess.

   *                         *                         *                         *

I was only fifteen when this all started. I had been quite a pain in the ass for my dad at first. Ever since mom took off with a boyfriend two years ago, I've tried to make up for her mistakes by doing all the wrong things. I remember the first night she had left. Dad had found the note and I read it while he was in the bathroom. I was so scared about what he might do that I asked him if I could sleep in his bed. He never touched me inappropriately. But I thought I had to act all grown up to help him through this, and it was nice to know I could hold him close to comfort myself as well.

I blamed myself for dad never getting a new girlfriend. He always said I would only have one mother and he wasn't going to introduce another one into my life. My best girlfriend wised me up one day when I was saying how long it must have been since my dad last had sex. That's when I first became aware that my dad was probably masturbating quite often to relieve his tensions. I tried to help out from then on by exposing myself a little so he would have a little something to think about as he did it. Just last month I let him see me topless in the bathroom, pretending that I didn't hear him coming up the stairs. He didn't say a word to me as he walked by the bathroom, but when he came out of his bedroom several minutes later he was beet red. Obviously, he just pulled himself off thinking about the flash I had given him. I was so glad I could help him so easily. And he was always the gentleman about it and never sought to embarrass me by telling me how wrong it was to flash him.

The next night was the really wild night though. It had been party night, Friday. I had several beers and let a neighbor boy, Tommy, get into my pants. I'd been fucking for well over a year now, so I let him have a quick poke at me. He was a handsome boy and very trusted as far as not telling everyone he just got laid. At that time I didn't use birth control, I went by the dumb luck method. Dad wasn't going to be home until after I got home, so I figured the beer was no problem. I also figured that I didn't have to dress back into the clothes that I had left the house in. Instead, I went home around eleven in the skimpy halter and shorts I had changed into at the party.

When I got home, I went through the front door and something didn't feel right. Then my dad said 'Hello' and I could have died. He had come home early and wasn't going to like my state of dress or my breath. I thought up a quick story and told him that I had come home to change because my friends were going to a party and I really wanted to go with them. He heard me slurring my words and asked if I had been drinking. I confessed that the punch I liked so much had been spiked and I didn't know it. I quickly interjected that that was why I was home early. When I found out I had been drinking alcohol, I just wanted to come home and go to bed because I was getting dizzy. That's when I noticed daddy was more than a little turned on by my lack of dress. Feeling rather horny myself from the wetness still in my panties, I decided that in my state of sobriety might just be a good time to give dad another peek at me. I figured I got off once tonight, why shouldn't he.

Dad told me I had shown good sense in coming home after discovering my mistake, but asked me to dress a little more when going out to parties. I promised him I would and that I would also make sure whatever I drank came from a sealed container. I pretended to be much more drunk then I really was and started tripping into things. I fell onto the couch face up and sprawled out so he could get a good look at me in my skimpy attire. I had my eyes opened just enough to see that he was indeed checking me out. I felt so wonderful knowing that as soon as I went to bed, that he would be whacking away at himself all the time thinking about me. But instead of just taking a quick look as normal, he was really checking me out. I wondered if he was contemplating wanting to fuck me. I probably would have let him, but I knew he wouldn't touch his little girl like that anyway. But I did know he would at least love to see more of me. So I set out to see just how much I could show him.

Daddy finally shook my leg and told me I should go to bed. I stumbled to me feet and fell into him making him catch me. I apologized for being so dumb and getting myself to this point of intoxication. Then I asked him if he would help me into bed. He gladly helped me upstairs and to my bed. I pretended to be on the verge of passing out so he wouldn't leave me alone. He saw me almost fall off the bed trying to get my shoes off, so he did it for me. I had him get my nightshirt off the back of the door and as he went for it, I pulled off my top. I tried to keep from looking at him so he could enjoy the site of me.

As he tried to put the shirt over my head, I said, "No daddy, girls don't sleep in their bras. I have to take it off first." I fumbled trying to reach the hook and then fell over onto the bed and asked him if he could unsnap me. It felt so good feeling his fingers fumbling with the snaps. I sat up and pulled my bra away. I could feel his eyes on me, checking out my 34B boobies. I thought he would catch on to my game though when I felt my nipples getting hard. So I threw my hands into the air and asked for my shirt. He helped pull it over my head and my nipples ached as the cloth pulled across them. I was sure dad was getting a lot more shots of me than he had ever hoped for in his wildest dreams. Then I hiked the shirt up enough to grab for my shorts. I fell backwards and pretended I just couldn't do anything else for myself.

Dad decided he would get me out of my shorts and tuck me into bed. I was more than a little turned on myself as I felt my own dad's fingers fumbling with the snap to my shorts. I pretended to be all but passed out as he unzipped me and pulled the shorts off me. I only had on a pair of cotton panties, and suddenly the cool air on the crotch of them reminded me that I was still pretty messy down there. I started to think that maybe I should just crawl under the covers real quick so he wouldn't have a chance to notice. But then I felt something very strange; he was parting my legs with his hands. At first I thought he was going to fuck his drunken little daughter, but all he did was feel the inside of my thigh just to the side of my panties. Just barely looking through slits in my eyes, I saw him bring his fingers to his nose and smell them. He was smelling the cum that Tommy had left in me and had seeped onto my thighs. I was so afraid that dad was going to be so pissed off at finding out that I was fucking boys now. Instead, his face seemed full of lust.

Dad was just staring at my crotch for the longest time, and then when he thought I was passed out, he rubbed the crotch of my panties with a couple of fingers. I tried my hardest not to quiver under his touch, but finally I had to pretend to reorient my body some to cover my reactions to his touch. He waited another minute and then I felt his fingers going under the elastic on the crotch of my panties and rub through my sopping wet slit just once. As I peeked at him again, he first sniffed his fingers, and then stuck them into his mouth and sucked on them. I figured he thought he was just tasting me and I felt my clit swell to entice him. But then I thought it was more than that and held still to see what else might happen. And sure enough, he wanted more. After making sure I was really passed out by shaking me a little, he pulled the side of my panties away to expose my pussy. Then he started scooping his fingers through my lips trying to get the taste from me, and would lick them like crazy. He did this several times, making me feel like a desert dish for him.

Then dad got really bold, and convinced I was in a drunken stupor and wouldn't realize any of this was happening, pulled my panties off. I had shaved the sides of my bush off and only left a tuft of shortened hairs on the top of my mons. He rubbed that remaining hair ever so lightly for a few moments. Then I felt him push my shirt a little higher and the bed shook some as he knelt on the floor between my knees. I thought I would explode when I felt his tongue sliding through my lips. I had only been licked once and the guy didn't seem to like doing it much, so all these sensations were pretty new to me. I did notice something odd though; he wasn't licking my clit, nor did he seem to be trying to turn me on. He was just lapping away at my hole. I wondered if he knew that he was lapping up a boys' cum. At his age, surely he knew what cum tasted like. My girlfriends always told me that guys always tasted their own cum, not that I believed it to be a common occurrence, but surely he had tasted his own cum once.

The more he lapped at me, the more I was sure he had to know he was cleaning up after some boy. As happy as I was that daddy was getting some great material for those lonely moments, I had been brought to the point of wanting more myself. Almost involuntarily, my hips rubbed my pussy up against his face. Suddenly, he stopped and sat back from me. He took my panties from the bed and rubbed my mons dry and my slit as well. Then he hooked his arm under my knees, spun me around on the bed, and covered me up. He gave me a kiss on the forehead, but before leaving, he went to my dresser. He went into my underwear drawer and came back to the bed. In his hand was a pair of cotton panties that matched the ones I had worn. He rubbed the two pair together a little, then left my room with the really wet pair.

My eyes suddenly opened wide as I thought, 'my god, dad likes the taste of boys'. As I started to frig myself to complete the job my dad had only started, I wondered how long this had been a desire of my dads' and if it had ever happened before. Was he gay? And then my thoughts turned more perverse as I got closer to getting myself off. I wondered how I could help my sweet daddy get more of this new treat. I couldn't become a drunk, but it was so wild thinking about my dad 'feeding' on me as he had moments earlier. I fell asleep that night wondering about all the weird little things in my head.

The next morning I met dad at breakfast and we shared some cereal. We exchanged a few understandings about what had gone on the night before, some new promises from me, but never touched on the new secret I knew. But dad did start to look at me differently that day. I noticed he was checking me out more, and sneaking peeks at me whenever he could. But god was he ever in a great mood. I knew I had to find out what his real enjoyment had been; was it sucking on his daughters' cunt, or was it cleaning his daughters' cunt from her recent fucking. I believed I already knew.

I figured I'd give it a couple of days and in the meanwhile, I asked my girlfriends about their experiences of being eaten out. I knew I couldn't even remotely talk about it to my dad without him realizing that I knew what he had done to me. He was under the belief that I didn't know a thing and I was going to leave it that way. I felt so motherly letting him have what he wanted without him knowing I was giving it to him willingly.

Upon getting home from school one day, Dad said he wanted to talk to me about something. I expected something really bad, but he knocked me over when he told me the topic. He had found out that a girl at my school had gotten pregnant and he wanted to make sure I was safe. It was a very frank discussion with him telling me it was none of his business whether or not I was having sex yet, right up front. But he said how afraid he was of my getting pregnant at an early age and told me that if I wanted to get on the pill, just say so. I had been thinking about it for some time and I told him I didn't want to feel sleazy around him and hide things; so I confessed that I had messed around with a couple of guys. I also said I really appreciated the offer and would take him up on it. I also gave him the biggest hug I had in a long time for caring so much without scolding me first. As I was on the phone bragging to Kathy, by best friend, it dawned on me why he might want me on the pill. Maybe... he was encouraging me to be more active. I thought a lot about that notion.

Just a couple of days later I went to the doctors and got an exam and a prescript. I even made my dad blush as I explained my own embarrassment at the exam in great detail. After starting on the pill, I got a strange side effect and found sleeping at night more difficult. I went through the medicine chest and found my dad's prescription for sleeping pills. He took them now and then since mom had run off. Then, my plan came together. I asked him if I could take one and told him why I needed them. He said 'sure', but to be careful, they were really strong. I decided to test him that night. I took one in front of him and lay down on the couch to wait for it to kick in. My plan was to see what he might do when I was under its effect, if anything. Sure enough, an hour later I could barely keep my eyes open.

Dad offered to help me to bed and even carried me upstairs. I felt so engulfed in his arms, but the pill was keeping me from getting horny... I was too spaced. He helped me undress again, much as he had before. However, this time, he seemed to only take a casual look at my breasts and barely fingered my crotch. As I peeked at his expression, I now knew what had enticed him before. It really was Tommy's cum that he wanted.

As soon as I awoke the next morning, I started formulating a plan to make my dad all smiles again. I asked him at breakfast if I swore not to drink any punch, if I could go to another party this Friday night. Instead of a lot of grief, he told me that we were in a new era of trust. As long as I stayed safe, he was going to start trusting me a lot more. I flashed him a huge smile and told him I was so glad he was my dad. The second part of the plan was to hook up with Tommy again. That wasn't a very hard thing to arrange at all.

Friday came and as I was getting ready, dad came in to talk with me. He said that just because I was on the pill, that I didn't have to prove they worked. But whether or not I was so inclined to have sex was still none of his business. He had one other thing to tell me... not to be caught doing it just anywhere. I was to make sure no one would be walking in on us and 'joining' in on us. I got really brave and asked him if it would be okay to do it in my room then. He was very perplexed by the question, but finally said, "I would much rather you do it in the safety of our home than in the back seat of a car. I gave him a hard time and said, "A back seat, huh? I never thought about that." And after his shocked look, I told him I was just kidding him.

Then I snuggled up to him and told him a secret. I said, "I know you probably won't like this, but my boyfriend, of sorts, Tommy and I had planned on getting together this weekend even before the pills. And I don't want him to think of me as a tease, so..." My dad shook his head at my honesty and just said, "Be safe, sweety." I promised I would and that I'd be home early. After he went downstairs, I got changed and went down for his inspection. I had on pants and a baggie T-shirt to make him happy at letting me go out again. Dad looked at me with a puzzled look and asked what was up. I asked what he meant and he said, "I can't believe I'm saying this, but if you promised to 'hook up' with Tommy, wouldn't he be expecting something a little more provocative." He said as much as he didn't like my attire from the other night, that it would probably be more fitting for what I had said was going to happen. I gave him another big hug and ran back upstairs. I put on a white stretch top and a short skirt to match. This time when I came downstairs his jaw dropped.

"I said a little more...", and shook his head a little. I teased him about if I should wear a bra with this top or not and he said I was fine like I was, leave it on. I gave my newfound daddy another huge hug and thanked him for being such a good friend and father at the same time. And before leaving to get 'his' surprise, I said, "I remembered I have to come home early because Kathy and I are going bike riding tomorrow. I just hope I can get to sleep tonight." He got a strange look on his tormented face, but showed his hand to me when he suggested I take a sleeping pill with me and take it a half hour before coming home to help me out. I definitely knew what was going to be happening tonight.

Kathy arrived a few minutes later and couldn't believe how I was dressed in front of my father. I gave him a quick peck on the cheek, told him I’d be a good girl, and headed out. I couldn't get my father off my mind all night. I stayed wet most of the night thinking about how I was going to offer myself up to my dad when I got home. I nearly attacked Tommy when he arrived because he said he couldn't stay long. He was going out of town with his parents the next morning and had to get home soon. So I quickly talked him into a no-frills fuck and we snuck off to a bedroom. I took half of the sleeping pill and started romancing my guy. When I told him I was on the pill now, he couldn't wait to shoot his load of cum into me. He jumped my bones like a madman and tore me a new one. As he was filling me up, I couldn't help but smile. I had accomplished everything I could on my end; now it was up to my dad to check me out and take what he wanted.

Tommy walked me home as soon as we were finished and I told him about being able to have sex at my house now. He said we would have to try it out soon and went on his way. When I went into the house, I pretended that I had taken the pill a little early and sat on the couch. Dad suggested I go right to bed before I got too groggy, but I exclaimed that I wanted to get a little sleepier first. Then I asked if he minded helping me to bed, because if he did, I would go anyway. He quickly realized he almost lost the chance to help me out of my clothes and proclaimed that he loved taking care of me. The half pill I took kicked in fairly soon and I felt sleepy enough to fake being passed out. I told daddy I was ready for bed and as I stumbled to my feet, he grabbed me and helped me walk upstairs again.

For the third time in about a week, I pretended to need an awful lot of help. He fetched my nightshirt and didn't hesitate to help pull my stretch top over my head. I took off my bra and raised my arms to receive the shirt. As he pulled it down over me, I flopped against his chest and faked being passed out. It felt so good squashing my taut little breasts against him. He held me for a few moments and then laid me on my back. He lifted my shirt over my belly and shook me a little. I gave a few fake breathing noises to imply I was fast asleep. Then I felt his fingers gently feeling my vulva and its wetness. He bent over and I heard him sniffing at me. If it weren’t for the pill, I would have had an orgasm right then, just thinking about what was coming.

His touch was so soft and comforting. I was so pleased I was going to take care of my daddy's needs again. And there was no doubt in my mind anymore; he was after Tommy's deposit. I pretended to scratch my right boob in my sleep to push my nightshirt up farther and perhaps give him the idea to feel my chest some. I could see he was looking at my right tit, but he just kept fingering the wetness of my panties. I felt on fire as he pulled my panties to the side and ran his other fingers up between my lips. Then I felt the scooping motion of his fingers as he wiped them through my parted lips. The look on his face as he licked his fingers made me melt. I was his buffet table and he was so enjoying himself. Tommy fucking me actually took a distant second in the pleasure arena next to watching my dad enjoying himself, feasting on me. He scooped his fingers through my lips several times going deeper each time to get more cum from me.

After several minutes of tasting me by way of his fingers, I felt him slip his fingers into the waistband of my panties. I was in such awe as I felt my pussy being exposed to my father again. His fingers ran over my pubes so lightly, and across and around all the shaved areas of my mons. He knelt on the floor between my legs again and dove right at me this time. He had such a hunger for Tommy's cum and licked deeply between my lips to get as much of it as possible. I knew right then that I was eventually going to have to let him know that I knew about his fetish. I wanted to put my hands on his head so bad to pull him deeper into me. I had to fight the compulsion to wrap my legs around his head. I squirmed around in my 'sleep' a little to spread my legs wider for him. He hesitated for a moment to be sure I was still asleep and went back to work at cleaning me up.

When he was finished his meal, he positioned me to sleep, covered me and gave me that forehead kiss again. The next morning was shear heaven to see that huge bright smile on daddy's face. I felt like I had done the most charitable thing of my life. Kathy and I were going to the mall to meet up with Tommy and a friend later. I asked dad if he would mind if I invited him over for, as I put it, a play date later that night. He was in such a good mood that he instantly said, "It's your room, your boyfriend, and your body... just be safe." Life was getting so cool these days.

We had a great day messing around at the mall. I told Tommy how I wanted to break in my new privilege that same night and he was all too happy to oblige me. He was rather worried about my dad being there though. I called home and told him of Tommy's concerns and he said he promised to stay busy in the kitchen for us. I decided right then that I was going to show my appreciation to my dad by letting him know he no longer had to hide his fetish. I planned all day the best way to let him know without humiliating him anymore than I had too. Poor Tommy had no idea how I was using him. My only way of feeling better about using him for his sperm was to think about how he was getting his rocks off just as much as my dad and I. And I really did enjoy fucking him.

At supper that night, I told dad that Tommy would be over in an hour or so. I added that he wasn't going to be staying for too long because I was tired from hanging out at the mall all day. He thought that was a bit odd for a Saturday night, but was hoping for another feast of me; and so was I. It was easy to tell that dad was very nervous. On the one hand, he was anxious to know his daughter was about to get fucked while he was only a matter of thirty feet away; but on the other hand, was waiting in anticipation of cleaning me again. He did ask if I would need another sleeping pill again, and as I smiled broadly for him, answered 'yes'.

When the doorbell rang, I reminded my dad to be nice to him so he wouldn't run off. I led Tommy into the kitchen to meet my dad. They got along pretty well, but both were quite nervous. I caught dad checking him out when he wasn't looking and wondered if he was gay. We headed for my room as I glanced at dad to see he was smiling as wide as I was, maybe more. He seemed genuinely happy that his little girl was leading her boyfriend to her room to get a good fucking in the safety of her own home. Tommy was very nervous throughout our mating ritual and went very easy so as to not make the bed squeak. I was so filled with passion at what I was about to do to my father. But I wanted it to be out in the open for us.

As soon as Tommy got his rocks off, he was ready to go, typical male. I walked him to the door and then went to dad. I made a big deal of taking the sleeping pill in front of him, or so he thought, and told him I was going to watch some TV while waiting for it to kick in. About forty minutes later, he came in and I pretended to be knocked out. He carried me upstairs and laid me down. He pulled my robe off and saw I only had on my soiled panties. He rubbed the palm of his hand over my entire crotch and stared at my breasts. Several minutes later, he was between my legs; lapping deeply into the folds of my pussy for his favorite meal. But this time I wrapped my legs casually around his head and opened my eyes wide so he could see I was fully awake. He was so busy enjoying the taste of me, and Tommy, that it took him a minute to realize my legs were wrapped around him. Just as I placed my hands on the back of his head to pull him into me even more deeply, he looked into my eyes and freaked out.

He apologized profusely, and I just lay there, splayed for him to enjoy. I told him I knew what he had been doing to me and told him how much I had liked it. He just kept saying it was wrong and went to the living room. I followed him in dismay, but went to the kitchen for water and one and a half pills. I brought them with me and sat on my dads' lap. He really felt awkward, but I told him I had waited all day for this and made a very slow motion effort at placing the first pill on my tongue and washing it down with the water. Then I took the half pill and did the same. I told him, "This time I really took them and I'll be out like a light in about thirty minutes. Can I rely on you to put me to bed daddy?" He squirmed uncomfortably and couldn't find words to speak. So I said, "I figured out the whole thing and how Tommy fits into it. I love you dad and when I'm passed out, I expect you to enjoy yourself as the last couple of times. And you have my permission to do anything you wish to me, as long as it feels good to you."

Dad was still in shock, so to snap him out of it, I asked him what he wanted me to wear. When he hesitated to say, I reminded him that I didn't have all that much time to get dressed and suggested some different things for him. He finally told me to dress as if I was sneaking out to a party about a month ago. By the time I came back to him, the pills were just starting to take effect. I had chosen a pleated mini skirt with tight cotton panties underneath, and a tank top without a bra. I sat on his lap, put my arms around his neck, and made him promise me that he would take great advantage of me in my coming state. I even told him that he could fuck me if he wanted to, and he wouldn't even have to tell me about it tomorrow if he didn't want to admit it. I just wanted him to be happier tonight than he ever had been.

As I waited to fall asleep in his arms, I asked him, "Would you like it if I got a new guy to leave his cum in me for you to clean up? Or even have two guys leave their stuff for you? I'll do whatever makes you smile the most..." I don't even know his answer, as I must have passed out right then. When I woke up in the morning, I struggled to remember anything about what might have happened to me, but couldn't remember a thing. I was totally nude and my pussy was very well cleaned. The big thing I noticed was that I had a ring on my finger. It turned out my dad gave it to me. It use to be my mothers, but she left it when she ran away.

I muddled myself into the bathroom and noticed I was very clean, but not sore at all. I took that to mean that dad had decided against fucking me. I met him in the kitchen and as I ate a bowl of cereal, we talked a little. It was plain to see that he was very embarrassed at my knowing about what had been going on. So, I decided to turn the tables on him.

“I’m sorry daddy. I’m so frigging embarrassed about what I’ve been doing. But after that first night when I was so wasted, I just had to get you to do that to me again. I know having sex with Tommy just for his ‘stuff’ is wrong, but watching you take care of me was such a major turn on for me. I’m sorry!”

Dad could barely stand to look at me as he said, “I never should have touched you that first time. I want you to know that I’m not gay, just for the record. One thing you were never supposed to find out was that your mother first got me to do that stuff to her. It started one night when I insisted on oral sex after a party we had attended. I was a little drunk myself and had no idea she had sauntered off with another guy to have sex. I never realized she had had the sex, but let her know she tasted better than normal. Thus, she continued getting me to provide her oral sex after she cheated on me. I didn’t realize for some time what I had been doing for her, and when I did, I didn’t really want it to stop. It was demeaning to know what I, and she, had been doing; but the nastiness of what had been going on was the thing we both craved. Unfortunately, when I let her know what I knew, she got quite demanding and insisted the only sex we could have from then on was my cleaning her after her dates. When I refused, well, that’s when she decided to leave us. I’m so sorry sweety.”

I hugged my dad really tight and told him not to worry, and that everything had worked out just fine. I was really okay with his desires and wanted to be able to give him that pleasure. Then I knew I was in a position to take the lead. I held him at arms length, looked right into his face, and asked, “So, did you decide to fuck me last night?” He shook his head ‘no’. I said, “Well dad, I’m not mom. I expect to get laid every now and then. We’re going to try this all again tonight. I’ll invite this guy over that’s had the hots for me and have him ‘prepare’ me for you. And after he leaves, I expect you to have some real fun with me. Understand… it’s been over two years!”

My dad slowly nodded as he stared into my eyes to see that I really meant it. I went on to ask, “Would it be easier the first time if I took sleeping pills for you?” He looked ashamed as he nodded his head. I kissed him and told him not to worry about the appearances of things so much. We now had a secret to share that would keep us close forever. I swore to never cut him off like mom had, just to humiliate him, and that I promised to never tell a living sole about our arrangement.

The rest of the morning went much better as we both loosened up. We kidded each other some and we even talked about a lot of my secrets and desires to make him feel better about his own. I even confessed my entire, albeit short, sexual history in great detail. My dad even sat next to me as I called the new guy that had the hots for me, Jason. I invited him over and let him know that he was going to get lucky. He wanted to meet me at the mall and I agreed. So when the time came to leave to meet Jason, I was dressed very invitingly and pranced in front of dad. I asked, “Think this will get his attention?” Dad said, “It got my attention, but you really don’t have to do this.” I leaned in close, hugged him and asked, “You promise to fuck me while I’m asleep don’t you?” He nodded slowly and I went on, “Then yes, I do have to do it. I want to be your feast and know that my daddy is taken care of all the time. Now wish me luck and have my pills ready so when I get home.” Dad said, “Have a good time, but be safe. I’ll straighten up your bed some so when you get back.” And off I went to the mall.

Things didn’t go quite as planned. Jason had already made plans for that night and wanted to go to a friend’s house to fuck around. I knew I wouldn’t be able to get Tommy to come by later, so I decided to do the next best thing and let Jason fuck me now. Daddy would just have to work earlier. When we got to Jason’s friends house, Steve, it was just the three of us there. I heard Jason asking him if we could use the bed in the basement for some playtime. Steve was a bit upset and asked, “Where’s my fun in that?” I was rather shocked when I heard Jason reply, “Then fuck man, join us. I bet we could talk her into doing both of us.” I had never really contemplated doing two guys before, outside of fantasies. But I went into the deepest slut mode I could muster for my daddy’s sake. When they came back in the room, Jason started making out with me and Steve was just watching. I kept flashing smiles to Steve as Jason was feeling me up. Finally, I said, “This isn’t right! Poor Steve has nothing to do but watch. We’re teasing him.” They both stared incredulously at me and finally Jason asked, “You want to go downstairs and take us both on?” I put on the most shocked look I could muster, waited for their looks of impending doom, then said, “Sure!”

They led me downstairs and wasted no time in pulling my clothes off me. I felt so slutty getting ready to take on two guys at once. I pulled Steve on top of me as we fell onto the bed. When Jason had his clothes off I spread my legs for him and pushed Steve off to the side, but continued kissing away with him. Jason got the hint and knew he had to share space with us. His cock was the biggest I had stuck into me yet, and it drove me over the edge as I made out with Steve. I never had so many hands feeling me up at the same time as I was getting fucked and decided this was something I could easily get use to in no time. As Jason started to hump away at me a bit harder, I told Steve to finish stripping and pushed him away. I concentrated on the most excellent guy in me, fucking away at me for all he was worth.

As Jason was about to cum, he promised to pull out. I said, “You better not asshole. I’m on the fucking pill… just do me.” Both guys loved hearing that and Jason got rather rough towards the end and banged me harder than any guy had yet. But as he tensed up and thrust one last time deep into my pussy, I was satiated with the lust for his sperm. I thrust up against him to milk every drop from him I could. As he flopped off of me, I told Steve, “You’re up!” He pounced on me like a dog in heat and went at me just as fast. I figured I must have been his first fuck in a year and just tried to hang on for the ride. He was like a machine; he just kept hammering away at me and never even slowed down. It took him less than a minute to dump his load into me and then collapsed on top of me. I made an excuse that I wasn’t supposed to be gone for so long and told Steve he had to get off of me. We all got dressed, exchanged a few passionate kisses, and talked about doing it again sometime. Jason gave me a ride home and when I saw dad looking out the window, I spent several minutes frenching with him.

As I came through the door, I called to dad. When he came into the foyer I said, “I’m sorry dad, he can’t make it tonight.” As I reached out and hugged him, he said, “That’s all right baby, you’re not my cuckold you know.” I didn’t even know the word, but guessed at it. As I snuggled up against him, I took his hand, sucked in my belly and pushed it into my pants. As he was coming to the realization that I had already been fucked, I said, “I hope you don’t mind, but I did it with him early. I guess maybe I am your cuckold.” With that, I pushed away and leered devilishly into his eyes to let him know I was ready for him. Then I asked, “You got my pills ready?” He went off to get the pills and when he came back, I had already gotten a drink. He asked me how many I wanted. I replied, “That’s up to you daddy. How do you want me?” I stuck out my tongue, he put one pill on it, and I swallowed it for him. I asked, “You sure you don’t want to add another one to make sure I’m passed out for you?” He just shook his head ‘no’.

Then I said, “Sorry dad, but I have something to confess to you. You’re going to think of me as such a slut.” He coaxed me on and I said, “The place Jason took me was his friend’s house. And it was just the three of us… and they both… wanted to fuck me. I’m sorry, but I let them both do me.” I studied his eyes for a telltale sign as to how he felt about it. All he finally said was, “What if it had of been five guys? I want you to be safe sweety.” I asked him if he was going to mind the ‘extra material’ down there and he said he didn’t think so. With that, I snuggled against him and asked him to carry me upstairs. I told him he didn’t have to wait on the cleaning-me-up part and that he could get started as we waited for the pill to kick in.

Dad scooped me into his arms and carried be to bed. This time I got to keep my eyes wide open as he laid me on the bed. I lifted my hips as he pulled my skirt off, but when he reached for the waistband of my panties, I told him to slow down and enjoy his meal. After all, it was going to take the pills at least another half hour to kick in. The last thing I can remember was pulling on my daddy’s head as he went between my legs. I awoke sometime around ten at night, still groggy… and this time, I had that nice little tingle between my legs that told me to do everything just a little slower than normal. I went to find dad and as I walked into his bedroom I saw him involved in his favorite past time. I smiled as I walked in on him and asked, “Need any help with that…”