Subject: Family Anniversary
Story Codes: MF MFF FF FFF oral group incest father mother daughter uncle
Diary Date: July 4, 2008
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary:
It is hard to believe that it’s been four years to the day that I was back
home for summer break after my first year of college and my Aunt and cousin
Kristi joined us to celebrate the 4th of July. That was the day I learned
that Kristi had “substituted” for me so far as taking care of my dad’s
“needs” while I’d been gone. Before it was over, we had our first family
“orgy”. Since then the five of us getting together all at once has only
happened a couple of times. Would today’s anniversary be one of those times?
Table of Contents
Chapter 1 – My Aunt Linda and Cousin Kristi
Chapter 2 – Kristi Gets Things Started
Chapter 3 – My Dad Joins In
Chapter 4 – Our Moms Play Together
Chapter 5 – My Dad Fucks Us All
Chapter 1 – My Aunt Linda and Cousin Kristi
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My Aunt Linda is my mother's younger sister by about two years. Aunt Linda
divorced her jerk of a husband after demanded that she choose between him and
her family. It was really unfair of him to force her to make such a terrible
position. After all, she’d told him everything about her relationships with
her family before they were married. If anything, he claimed to be excited
about being allowed to be with my mom as well as her once they were hitched.
Alas, some men’s egos are just too big and his jealousy finally overwhelmed
him to the point he demanded that my aunt stop having sex with her dad and
brother- in-law. Really, what choice did that leave my aunt but to divorce
him? If there’s one principle I strongly believe in, it’s that your family
always comes first, even ahead of your husband. She and her only child (my
cousin Kristi) live nearby. as a result, they practically live at our house.
Kristi was only a couple of years old at the time and has no memories of her
real father so in many ways my dad has been the only “father” she has ever
known. Growing up, I had no idea that my dad was doing my aunt although
looking back I probably should have figured it out. In my own defense, why
would I have even suspected that they were doing it? My aunt is a successful
realtor and dresses pretty sharp (some would say slutty but that’s their
opinion).
Although we would never qualify as nudist, it’s not like nudity has ever been
something we hid either, especially when in the hot tub and laying out on the
deck. Seeing my aunt around the house in little or no clothing wasn’t
anything that would cause me to think twice. It wasn’t until I started
having sex with my parents that my mom told me about the true relationship
they had shared since they were barely teenagers. Imagine my surprise when I
learned that they’d started having sex with my grandfather back when Aunt
Linda was in 7th grade and my mom was just a freshman. It was more that I
just hadn’t known about it than being shocked or anything; after all, I was
having sex with my own father as well but I hadn’t started until I was
sixteen – not seventh grade!
Even with all those revelations finally out in the open, my mom didn’t say
anything about my Aunt and cousin having sex and I never even thought to ask.
Again, it’s easy to look back and say it should have been obvious but it’s
not that easy when you’re so close to people. Little did I know that shortly
after leaving I left home for my first year of college, my dad started
fucking my cousin, sort of using her as my “replacement” while I was
unavailable to attend to his needs. Nobody told tell me about it, even when
I was home on breaks. I guess they were concerned that I would feel even
more homesick than I already did, at least when it came to missing being with
my dad.
Finally, after I’d finished my freshman year and was home on summer break, I
learned the truth. Actually, it was rather thrust in my face as we were all
gathered on our for July 4th and my cousin started sucking my dad’s dick
right in front of me, followed shortly by him fucking her. In short, before
it was over we all joined in and had our first true family “orgy”, if you
want to call it that although it makes it seem a little dirty when I use that
wording.
Now before anyone gets any ideas, this type of thing did NOT become the norm
for us. We didn’t suddenly turn into a bunch of sex addicts holding daily
orgies or anything silly like that. It’s hard to explain but it just never
seemed like something we should do again as a family. My dad fucks me
because I am his daughter and he loves doing me – but strictly as his
daughter. He fucks my aunt and cousin, well, because he can (what more
reason does a man need)?
It’s important to keep in mind that my dad IS a married man and as such he
can’t just go out and fuck anyone as that would be adultery. My aunt and
cousin were the only women “available” in the family as at that time my
younger cousin Tammy wasn't in the picture yet. My mom was raised in an
incestuous family so she doesn’t mind him doing women so long as they are
family because she realizes he is just a normal man with normal “needs”.
Besides, it wasn't like he was the only one with extra “needs”. My mom has
fucked his younger brother and eventually did her nephew!
Thus sex in my family is typically one-on-one for the most part except for
some special times when my mom and I would do something just for my dad, like
on Father’s day or his birthday. The idea of a family gangbang just seems
out of place in this type of environment, like it would be crossing some sort
of line. I don't think any of us regretted what we did that past July 4th as
the circumstances were special and it seemed the natural thing to do at the
time. We never had actually SAID we wouldn't do it again, it was just like
we had an unspoken agreement that it would have to be a VERY special time for
it to happen again.
So here we were, four years later. A LOT had happened since that first time
yet much was the same. I’d graduated from college and was now teaching at a
small Christian elementary school. Kristi had dropped out of college to
become a working girl – literally. It didn’t exactly thrill me but nobody
else in the family seemed to have a problem with her becoming a high priced
whore so who was I to say anything?
My parents and Aunt Linda hadn’t really changed much. They were all still
working the same jobs, living in the same homes. I’d tried moving out on my
own but accepting a position at such a small school meant having to take a
very small salary which meant moving back home. On the opposite end of the
spectrum, Kristi could have afforded a downtown penthouse but chose to stay
at home with her mom – still sharing the same bed of course.
One of the biggest changes for me was that I had a boyfriend. Duane and I
were getting pretty serious and it wouldn't surprise me if next year there
wasn’t a new member of the family when we got together for July 4th, 2009!
Speaking of which, I was a little perturbed at my boy. I’d assumed he would
join me and my family for our annual celebration but he was off with his dad
on some fishing trip! Really, the nerve of that boy, leaving me stranded on
a holiday weekend! He was going to have to beg me a little to suck his dick
when he got back, that much was for sure (not that I would ever turn him down
of course). The only “good” thing about him being gone was it would have put
a wet rag on any extra “activities” had he been around as Duane had no idea
my family was involved in incest.
As usual, my dad would be cooking out on the grill only this year he had a
brand new stainless steel monster with a hundred knobs (OK, maybe not THAT
many) and he was quite proud of it. My aunt and cousin came over in the
middle of the afternoon, just in time for his first round of hotdogs and
hamburgers. After that he had more grandiose plans for supper – juicy steaks
and 3” thick pork chops.
Both my Aunt Linda and Kristi were wearing shorts and tops which were quickly
removed, revealing their sexy bikinis underneath. My aunt may be forty now
but that didn't mean she didn't look hot in a sharp bikini. Kristi, of
course, wore one that was even more revealing, not much more than strings
with some triangles for her pussy and nipples. Really, what was the sense in
even wearing it? My mom was also in her bikini. She was a couple of years
older than Linda and frankly, had aged a little more but she still looked
great and I was proud of her. I only hoped I looked as good as her when I
was her age!
As for me, I also had on a pretty revealing suit, not quite as nasty as
Kristi’s but then she always was one up on me it seemed. Still, it would
have been too revealing for the local public pool but I had to wear
SOMETHING. Like I said, we weren’t nudists.
My dad had on long denim shorts that came over his knees and a plain white t-
shirt. It was sort of funny how the only male was dressed so conservatively
while all the females were all but nude. He certainly didn't seem to mind!
Kristi and I wasted no time in getting in the hot tub, dropping our thongs
and getting in nude. It’s not like we revealed all that much more by taking
them off! The water felt good and I loved the way it felt against my back
and under my bare ass. There was one jet that HAD to have been installed by
someone with something naughty on their mind as it shot straight up between
my legs and when I sat down, I could angle it straight at my crotch. You can
imagine where I was usually seated. There was another one at the same angle
on the opposite side, which to no surprise is where Kristi made herself
comfortable. Even though neither of us did anything overtly like start to
masturbate or whatever, it still felt good, like when I use to rub up against
the desk leg in class to feel better during a boring lecture.!
My mom and aunt gabbed away while my dad was busy on his cell phone. You
would think on July 4th he could stay away from work but I guess when your
law firm does business with a number of foreign companies, American holidays
don't mean much to them. It was just a perfect day with the sun out and the
temperature in the lower 90’s with just enough breeze to make it bearable.
Chapter 2 – Kristi Gets Things Started
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Looking back, it shouldn’t have surprised me that Kristi would be the one to
start things. All my life she’d been like my bad little sister, always the
one to instigate things and get me in trouble. Now that we were older, she
seemed to delight in finding ways to stretch my boundaries, as if they
weren’t already stretched out pretty thin as it was. One of her crowning
achievements recently was to lure me to a party where she and I were the
entertainment - for dozens of men as it turned out. It was one of those
things you look back on and wonder how in the world you ever did it – and
that you would never do it again! Not that it wasn't fun or anything, but it
was like when I had sex with a dog, good for the one-time experience but now
it was in the “been there, done that” category.
You had to hand it to Kristi, she was great when it came to luring people
into situations where they never expected to be and then take advantage of
them once they were there. I guess that’s why she was in such demand as a
call-girl (or whore as I preferred to call her). It also didn’t hurt that
even though she was 21, when she dressed right she could pass for being
several years younger, something that seemed to draw men like bees to
flowers. As it was, she caught me off-guard and it was too late before I
realized what she had in mind. It’s not that I was unhappy with how things
turned out, it was being manipulated that sort of made me feel a little used.
“So Kelly, where’s Duane?” she teased me.
Damn her, she knew perfectly well where he was as I had complained all week
about his leaving for his “manly” trip. No girls allowed. What a crock. I
could have had fun with them all, if that's what it took although I’m not too
sure how Duane’s dad would have handled THAT.
“Go ahead, rub it in,” I replied, frowning at her for bringing it up. Well,
I should have known better than to have even acknowledged her.
“Awwwwww, is someone horny? I bet you miss Duane’s nice hard dick, don't
you?” she teased some more.
“And what business would my boyfriend’s dick be of yours?”
“Hey girl, don't forget the guy has fucked me a few times too you know,” she
reminded me, as if I could forget that.
To my chagrin it was true. Before Duane and I started going out he had dated
Kristi and like just about ever boy she had ever dated, he’d fucked her on
their first date. Personally, I preferred giving a BJ the first time and
then MAYBE letting him fuck me the next time but usually never the first
night. Kristi just looked at that as a waste of good dick I suppose. I
sometimes think the only reason she dates in the first place is to get laid.
“So what has THAT got to do with anything now?”
“Well, I’m just saying, I can understand why you miss him. He DOES have a
great cock and boy or boy, he certainly knows how to use it.”
OK, what was THIS all about? It wasn't really cool to tell a girl about how
great it was to fuck her boyfriend, especially when she’s getting more and
more serious with that guy and even starting to think about what happen in
the future. What was ironic was that if I DID eventually marry Duane, then
he could fuck Kristi all he wanted as she was my cousin and part of my family
and I really wouldn't have any say in it.
Kristi got up from her spot and moved slowly over to me, staying underwater
for the most part with just her head above the frothy water. She got up to
the side of me and I felt her hand between my legs, searching for my pussy
which she quickly found.
“Mmmmmmm, I knew you were horny for him, god you’re wet!” she teased. Well
duh, I was in a hot tub so of course I was soaking wet.
I just sat there, not sure what she was planning to do. Out of the corner of
my eye, I saw our mothers were still chatting away, ignoring their two
daughters completely it seemed. My dad was in the house preparing his
masterpieces so it was almost like Kristi and I were alone in the tub.
Suddenly I gasped as she thrust her finger up into my pussy.
“What the heck are you doing?” I asked, not sure what was going on. It
wasn't that I minded her finger in me, it was just something I hadn’t
expected.
“What does it feel like I’m doing, my clueless cousin?” she teased, “I’m
finger fucking your pussy. Just lay your head back and pretend it’s Duane’s
dick.”
“Sorry, his dick is a lot bigger,” I teased her back.
“Well, just use your imagination then, it’s not like you haven’t been
thinking of it all week, am I right?”
She had me there. God, how many times had I masturbated this week already
dreaming about him fucking me and I still had a couple more days to go before
the real thing was available again!
“Ha! I knew it!” she gloated as she worked her finger in and out of me,
added a second one now to fill me even more. “C’mon, admit it, you need to
be fucked, don't you? You need it BAD.”
I’d started to rub my clit now as she kept her fingers moving in and out of
me and yes, I DID want to be fucked... BADLY! I closed my eyes and my head
dropped back as I felt my nipples start to tingle and my pussy felt even
warmer now than the hot water could claim responsibility for.
“Oh yeah, I want it... I want to be fucked,” I moaned softly, loving every
second of what she was doing to me.
“You want to suck his dick, don't you,” she pushed me, “You want a dick in
your mouth now, don't you Kelly. You don’t care whose it is, just a dick.
C’mon, tell me how bad you want a dick in your mouth.”
Sheesh, of course I wanted a dick in my mouth! I wanted it in my mouth, in
my pussy, everywhere. As much as I loved her fingers in me and I loved the
way my clit felt as I rubbed it, they were just poor substitutions for the
real thing. There was something about a real dick in me that no finger or
dildo could duplicate. Sucking a real dick was like nothing else in the
world and I wanted to suck one so badly right now.
“Oh fuck yes, I want a dick so bad... I want to suck his dick and then have
him fuck me with it,” I groaned, continuing my fantasy as I closed my eyes
and tried to imagine it was Duane’s dick inside of me.
Chapter 3 – My Dad Joins In
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I moaned again as Kristi thrust yet a third finger in me, stretching my pussy
and making me feel even better. My mouth opened wide as I prepared to moan
yet again when I felt something against it and suddenly something was in my
mouth. Holy crap, there was a real dick in my mouth! I opened my eyes and
of course, it was my father standing up behind me, his dick dropped down into
my mouth with his balls hitting me in the forehead. I couldn’t say anything
with his dick slipping into my mouth so what other option did I have but to
start sucking him.
I looked over at Kristi and if she wasn't looking like the cat who had just
ate the canary! That little bitch! I bet she’d planned this all along and
while my eyes were closed, dreaming about my Duane fucking me, she must have
motioned for my dad to come over and stick his dick in my mouth after I
started “begging” for one.
“That’s better now, isn’t it Kelly,” she said, “Suck that cock, make him cum
in your mouth... Show me how you like to suck your dad’s cock.”
Actually, it wasn’t so much that I was sucking his cock as he was fucking my
mouth. Essentially I was just holding my head back while he moved his cock
in and out of me like it was my pussy instead. He was getting harder with
each stroke, driving his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth as it grew.
Kristi finally shut up but only because I felt her mouth on my boobs, licking
me and sucking on my nipple, even biting it slightly.
I tried to look out of the other corner of my eye to see what my mom and aunt
were doing but I couldn’t move my head over enough to see them. There was no
way they could be ignoring what was happening in the tub now, that was for
sure. The question was, what would they do about it, if anything? Well, for
now, apparently nothing, at least so far as I could tell.
As hard as I was trying to concentrate on my dad’s dick in my mouth, my pussy
was demanding more and more of my attention as I felt an orgasm starting to
rise within me, quickly surging and overwhelming me. I almost choked on my
dad’s dick as I opened my mouth wide to groan, just as he rammed his stiff
dick in and down into my throat. It didn't matter as all my thoughts focused
on what was happening inside of me as every nerve in my body suddenly firing
like I was being electrocuted. My dad had to see what was happening to me
but he was relentless, shoving his stiffening dick in and out of my mouth
even faster as Kristi held her fingers still in my pussy as it clamped down
tight around them like I was having a spasm.
“Oh fuck, I’m cumming,” I barely heard my dad said.
Fortunately I HAD heard him as it allowed me to prepare a little for his cum,
otherwise I might had gagged – or worse, on it. I was still feeling great as
his cock surged and I felt my mouth filling with one shot of cum after
another. He actually pulled it out of my mouth and I held it open as he
squirted it into my mouth, watching his cum shoot out and landing on my
tongue.
“Oh yeah, now THAT’S better!” Kristi crowed, evidently pleased with herself
for arranging all this.
I lifted my head up so I could swallow without choking. It actually took a
couple of swallows to get it all down. God, he must have shot a quart of cum
in my mouth from the way it felt!
I turned around and grinned at my dad, who was looking quite pleased with
himself as well. “Thank you daddy,” I said, smiling sweetly at him, “I
really needed that.”
“Hey, don’t thank me, it was all Kristi’s idea.”
I turned to Kristi who was grinning from ear to ear. “Well, I can’t say I
didn’t like it,“ I admitted to her.
Kristi was all too pleased with herself. “Now wasn't that better than just
dreaming about Duane’s dick? Besides, I love seeing you suck off your dad.”
I nodded and then squinted my eyes as I looked at her, like I was trying to
figure out what was going on inside that silly blonde head of hers.
“OK, that was fun but whatever possessed you to get my dad to do this today?
I figured we were just going to have a quiet afternoon.”
Kelly’s cheeks puffed out as she tried to stifle a laugh. She shook her head
solemnly, saying my name over and over like I was some naïve soul. Then she
nodded to my dad who seemed to have turned his interest to my mom and her
sister.
“Think about it Kelly... don't you remember what happened four years ago as
of today?”
Well duh, like how could I ever forget THAT. Yet what did that have to do
with anything now?
“Well,” she continued, “I just thought it would be fun to celebrate our
anniversary, that’s all. I mean, it certainly didn't take much to convince
your dad!”
So it WAS a setup. She must have arranged something with my dad when I
wasn’t paying attention. That made more sense than him just appearing on the
deck and just happening to find the two of us masturbating together.
Kristi’s “assignment” was obviously to get me going and I had to hand it to
her, she’d done her job well – and more. So now what?
Chapter 4 – Our Moms Play Together
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As if reading my mind, Kristi nodded her head towards our moms. “I made a
deal with my mom that if I could get your dad to surprise you with his dick
in your mouth that she would make out with your mom for us. I mean, when was
the last time we got to see them do that?”
She was right, it HAD been ages. Come to think of it, it was probably four
years ago on this very date since I’d seen just the two of them together
without someone else being in between them (like me). My mom and Aunt Linda
had played with each other since they were barely teens (or not quite as in
Linda’s case) and from what my dad told me, they kept pretty busy with one
another throughout their teen years. What he remembered most was they loved
to include him as well and I could see the look in his eyes as he would tell
me about how they would put on a show for him and his younger brother when
they were all in high school.
Now that they were older and more “mature”, they seemed to keep things more
private between them. In fact, my mom rarely even mentioned doing anything
with her sister although I had a pretty good idea they still did it quite
regularly, if more privately.
Which brings to mind one of my gripes. It gets frustrating at times when
people seem to think just because various members of a family have sex that
it’s all one big gangbang and everyone knows what everyone else is doing.
It’s not like we hide things from one another, but there is an element of
personal privacy that we all respect. Although I knew my mom and aunt
enjoyed one another at times, I never pushed my mom to talk about it nor did
I ever try to barge in on them and force my way together with them. So just
because I can’t tell a lot about what they do together doesn't mean they are
secretive or trying to hide anything. It’s just something personal between
them, sort of the same way my parents treat sex between the two of them.
OK, so back from my rant... I was saying all that just so people reading this
realize what a special thing it was for me and Kristi to see our mom’s making
out like two teenagers in the backseat of a car. They were on the chaise
lounge chair, sitting side by side kissing one another. They were still
dressed (if you can call wearing those bikinis being dressed) but I had
serious doubts that it would be the case for long.
“Looks like my mom didn’t have to do much to convince your mom either,”
Kristi whispered to me as we sat next to one another on the edge of the hot
tub.
The tub water felt good but it was too hot to stay in for too long so we’d
gotten out and taken a seat along the outside edge. With the main pump
turned off it was a lot quieter now, making it possible for us to whisper so
we wouldn't interrupt our mothers. My dad was obviously pretty turned on by
the two of them kissing as well as he pulled up one of the chairs and took a
front row seat to the exhibition. He stayed naked and slowly stroked his
dick as he watched his wife and sister-in-law. His dick was pretty limp
after having just cum in my mouth but I was pretty sure THAT condition would
change pretty soon. Like, what could be hotter for him to watch than his
wife playing with her own sister?
In a way it seemed a little weird to watch two women in their forties kissing
and touching one another. I’m not sure why, it just did. Maybe it was
because it just wasn’t something I saw very often, not even in my dad’s porn
collection. My pussy was tingling as I watched my mom’s hand caressing her
sister’s boobs through her bikini top, making her nipples poke through. Aunt
Linda seemed more interested in my mom’s crotch than her boobs, putting her
hand between my mom’s legs which she’d spread slightly for her sister’s
convenience.
“They’re pretty hot together, aren’t they,” Kristi whispered to me. I
noticed her hand was between her legs again and I started to rub myself as
well. The taste of my dad’s cum was still thick in my mouth and my pussy was
even wetter than it had been in the hot tub!
By now my mom had Aunt Linda’s top off, exposing her firm breasts and
allowing her to fondle them and squeeze her nipples between her finger tips.
Linda’s boobs were smaller than my mom’s but thanks to a lift a little while
back they were as firm as a woman’s half her age. She had decided to just
take out the sag and not “enhance” them which I knew pleased my dad as he
loved the natural feel.
Our moms were still kissing, their tongues visible now and then as they
tasted one another. My aunt had my mom’s bikini bottom pulled to one side so
her thick pussy hair was showing, her finger pushing inside my mom’s pussy as
far as she could shove it in. I could tell from the way my mom’s hips were
moving in sync with Aunt Linda’s finger that she was loving it.
My own finger was threatening to penetrate my pussy as I watched what was
happening just a few feet away. God they looked so hot together! It was
killing me how slow and deliberate they were taking things, as if they know
we were watching and wanted to tease us like a pole dancer taking her time on
a strip club stage. Of course, they DID know we were watching and I wouldn’t
put it past the two of them to do just that – take their time to drive the
rest of us crazy.
My mom moaned, the first sound I’d heard from her, as Aunt Linda used her
thumb to rub her clit as her finger was up inside her pussy. With all the
hair she had, it was hard to see just what my aunt was doing to her but it
must have been pretty good from the way my mom was reacting. I guess it goes
without saying when two women have been doing each other for almost thirty
years that they would have a pretty good idea what to do to get the other one
off!
My aunt must have wanted more than just to finger my mom. It was like they
had some sort of psychic connection as without a word or any signal I could
detect, my mom laid back on the chaise lounge chair, pulling her bottom off
as my Aunt took hers off as well, followed closely by the rest of their
clothes, leaving the two of them naked.
Damn, if I looked just half as good as them twenty years from now I'll feel
lucky! My aunt especially had preserved her shape. My mom’s larger D-cups
were starting to show the effects of gravity and sagged a little bit without
a bra to hold them up. Still, nobody would have complained, I am sure! Each
of them had kept their stomachs flat and their legs trim. Although I would
NEVER tell her this, my mom’s ass was little bigger than my aunts but then
judging from the family album, that had always been the case.
It was sort of like me and Kristi. We each seemed to have inherited much of
our mother’s figures as she had the tight little ass while mine was more
”rounded”, shall we say. I’d always liked my ass, though, especially back
when my chest wasn't exactly doing me any favors. Maybe that’s why even
today, I like to run around with something that covers my top more than my
ass, like a t-shirt at night.
My aunt was the first to taste pussy as she leaned over my mom’s tanned
stomach and put her head between her sisters thighs. She used one hand to
spread apart the thick forest of pubic hair so she could get a better view of
my mom’s pussy. My mom trimmed her pussy just enough to keep her bikini
decent but that was about it. Even my aunt just trimmed hers, although she
kept it much shorter than my mom. Must have been a generational thing, I
guess, as both Kristi and I kept ours shaved bare. I’d experimented
different times with a landing strip, small v-patch, and other ‘designs” but
inevitably I would get frustrated with it one day and just shave it all off
again.
As my aunt ate my mom’s pussy, my mom reached over and tugged on my aunt to
encourage her to climb aboard. Fortunately the chaise lounge was a really
nice one (as in expensive) and so it didn’t even squeak with the weight of
both of them on it although my aunt had to tuck in her knees hard against my
mom to stay on board. God, it had been so many years since I had seen them
in this position. Again, for some reason it was so much more erotic than
when say, I saw Kristi and a friend in a 69. I don't want to say they were
“too old” to do this sort of thing and they should “act their age” or
anything silly like that, yet there was just something about seeing two
mature women in such a sexy position, both of them obviously enjoying every
minute of it.
I heard a low growl next to me and glanced over to see Kristi with her eyes
fixed on her mom, her lips separated just slightly and her chest breathing
hard as her hand rubbed her pussy faster and faster. Damn, she was getting
off! The intensity of her facial expression, as if she was ignoring
everything else around her and conscious only of the two women in front of
her, was impressive, to say the least.
Damn, if she could only have focused on her studies at school as intensely as
she was on her mom and aunt fucking each other, she would have graduated at
the top of her class! Instead, the airhead (and I mean that lovingly)
dropped out of school and became a whore. Of course, she drove a new
convertible while I drove my little Saturn Ion and she had money to burn on
every toy while I was forced to move back with my parents because I couldn’t
afford to pay for my own apartment.
It would have been an interesting question for my old philosophy professor –
who was better off, the whore or the Christian school teacher? Financially,
there was no contest. However, I think I had her beat in the ‘self-worth”
category. When I leave work to come home I feel like I’ve accomplished
something to make the world a better place and help a young child in their
life. Kristi has nothing but a worn pussy and a purse full of money for
allowing some jerk to fuck her who doesn’t even know her real name, not
exactly a “save the world” way of life.
As for me, I was too fascinated with watching my mom and Aunt Linda to cum
myself. It wasn't like watching a porn movie where you play with yourself
and imagine being a part of the scene. I really had no desire to join them,
it was too special the way it was to interfere. When they made each other
cum I was so excited that I wanted to stand up and cheer. Kristi just came
herself again, thinking of herself as usual. I couldn’t help but notice that
my dad was starting to recover, not a surprise given what was happening
within an arm length of his chair. He would’ve had to be a eunuch to not get
an erection, no matter how recently he had just unloaded!
Once they had both cum, they turned on their sides, facing each other,
pulling in ever so tightly to one another with their legs intertwined such
their thighs were pressed up against their wet pussies and their boobs were
mashed against one another. As they resumed kissing, I wondered how they
tasted to each other. My aunt’s back was to me and I could see her ass
clench and then release as she pushed her leg in up against my mom’s pussy,
trying to stimulate her once again. It was like watching a dig hump your
leg, except in this case the women were humping their thighs into the other’s
pussy, rubbing up against their sensitive clits.
As they moved quicker, I could hear them whispering to each other but I
couldn’t quite make out what it was that they were saying to each other.
Then it was like my aunt was given an electric shocked as her body
straightened out and she tensed stiffly, almost quivering as another orgasm
,must have been ripping through her.
I guess as sisters their bodies must have been in sync as my mom quickly
followed her and it was like two statues for almost a minute. I hadn’t seen
my mom cum like that before, just all stiff and tense, like she was so
consumed that her body was frozen as it tried to deal with it. Then, just as
quickly, they both relaxed and started humping each pother hard, moaning and
sighing as hugged each other tightly and buried their faces in each other’s
neck. Eventually it was over and it was like they just collapsed, somehow
staying on the chaise lounge but other than that, not moving a muscle as if
they were totally exhausted – as they probably were.
Chapter 5 – My Dad Fucks Us All
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“God DAMN that was hot!” Kristi whispered loudly, enough that my dad heard
her and turned to us and smiled. He was fully erect once again and I was
sure ready to bury his pussy in someone. Who would he fuck first?
Now I would be lying through my teeth if I didn’t start to get myself in
position for him to fuck me. After all, as his daughter, wouldn't he want to
do me first? Of course, Kristi was a couple years younger than me and
without a doubt the hottest female in sight at the moment. But she was a
whore now and my dad, while he didn't let it stop him from fucking her,
wasn't as enthusiastic about her as he use to be.
Probably my biggest “competitor” was my mom. After all, she WAS his wife so
maybe he would feel obligated to fuck her first. The last person on my
“list” was my Aunt Linda. Sure she was hot and probably reminded me of his
high school days when he fucked her and she was still in 8th grade, but other
than reliving the past, she may be a good fuck but didn’t have the “pull” the
other three of us.
My logic was impeccable, so of course he chose my Aunt Linda. Given my line
of reasoning I was more than a little surprised but he didn’t offer up any
explanation. He simply moved in behind her where she was still on her side,
lifted her top leg up and used his other hand to direct his now stiff dick
straight into her wet pussy. It seemed to surprise her as much as it did the
rest of us but she didn’t do anything to discourage her.
“Bet you weren’t expecting this, were you?” Kristi whispered to me, a grin on
her face. Evidently it was a turn-on for her to see my dad choose her mom as
the first one to be fucked as she was masturbating like crazy once again.
Sometimes I think Kristi masturbates when car insurance commercial comes on
TV – anything works as an excuse for her to get herself off. You would think
that someone who gets fucked as often as she did wouldn't masturbate so much
but she did, and then some it seemed. I didn’t respond to her taunt but the
disappointment in my face must have been obvious.
“Awwwwww, you thought he was going to do you first, didn’t you?” she giggled,
as if it was something funny – which it was not, at least for me. “I bet you
don’t know just how many times he comes over to fuck my mom, do you?”
I looked sharply at her. What the heck was she talking about? I knew my dad
liked to fuck my aunt now and then when she stopped over but I wasn't aware
of him making regular stops at THEIR house. Damn, the things you learn
sometimes in the strangest of places and times.
“So does he do you then too?” I asked, almost afraid to hear the answer.
In all these years I’d never felt jealous of my cousin when my dad would fuck
her because I was certain I was his favorite pussy. Suddenly I wondered if I
had been wrong all these years. For the first time I watched my dad fucking
my aunt and wondered if it was right.
“Noooooo, hardly ever,” she reassured me. “Mostly he does my mom and even
then It’s usually when I’m not home.”
Well, that was a LITTLE better but still, why was he fucking her first? He’d
already cum once in my mouth and even with Viagra, he wasn't going to be
cumming a third time anytime soon so was he doing my Aunt instead of me?
As it turned out, later I was very disappointed in myself for having thought
such crazy accusations. My father is such a wonderful husband and father
that I should have known he would never do anything to hurt or disappoint me
or my mom. After fucking her just a little while, he pulled his dick out of
my Aunt Linda, walked around the chaise lounge chair and did the same with my
mom.
Watching him doing my mom, I wondered if he was going to do me and Kristi
next. It was a valid concern given his age. After my recent BJ, would he
have the stamina to cum in my mom and still have enough left over to get hard
enough to fuck both me and Kristi? If past history was anything to go by the
odds were against it, even given the marvels of modern pharmaceuticals.
In the end, I should have realized that there was no reason for me to be so
Worried. My dad had never let me down before and he wasn't about to start
now. What happened was like my aunt, he only stayed in my mom for a couple
of minutes before he pulled himself out of her and headed like an arrow for
Kristi, quickly burying his cock, still wet from fucking my mom, in her
younger pussy. After our two moms, she must have felt pretty tight, despite
the wear and tear her pussy was subjected to every week.
It’s not that our mothers were all that loose or bad in any way, it’s just a
pussy is never the same after childbirth. I’ve actually known women who
wanted a C-section because they didn’t want their pussies permanently
stretched out by childbirth. Talk about allowing your vanity to get out of
hand!
Knowing Kristi, she must have been impatiently waiting for her uncle’s cock
from the moment I started his BJ and from the way her face was gleaming, she
was loving every minute of it now. I have to say this, as much as I LOVE
being fucked and there are times I think I will simply not make it through
the day if I don't get a cock in me, Kristi is at another level. Her
addiction to dicks was probably the primary reason she became a prostitute,
not the money (although it certainly didn’t hurt). I’d seen her in action at
parties and with clients and as hot as I like to think I am, and as good at
being fucked as I claim to be, I'll never be in Kristi’s league. It’s
something that has to be born into you I think.
You won’t see Kristi in any of my situations, horny and dying for a dick but
not having anyone to help me. No, my whore of a cousin goes out like a
hunter and bags her own trophy dick, by whatever means is necessary.
Married, single, short, tall, skinny, fat... it didn’t seem to matter to her
when it was just her need for dick that had to be satisfied. I love sex with
married guys but at the same time, I try to be careful not to hurt their
marriage and if anything, try to make it an experience for him that will help
his marriage.
Not Kristi. If anything, I think she gets off from ruining marriages. Any
man that trusts her when she says she’ll never say anything to his wife is an
idiot, no other way to say it. There are enough broken marriages and
estranged spouses left in her dust to testify to her selfishness.
At the moment, though, none of that mattered. Kristi obviously was loving
being fucked by my dad but then, who am I trying to kid? She would love
being fucked by him just as much if he wasn't my father. I never got the
feeling that having him fuck her was as emotionally fulfilling for her as it
was for me. If he never fucked her again, she might miss it when she was
over at our house and feeling horny, but it wouldn't devastate her the way it
would me.
As for me, I can’t even imagine my father not wanting to fuck me. It’s not
that his dick has any special powers or his sexual technique is all that
great. It’s the fact that it tells me how much he loves me that means so
much to me. If he ever stopped, regardless of why he claimed the reason to
be, I would be left for the rest of my life wondering what I’d done so wrong
that he no longer desired me physically.
“Cum in me Uncle John,” his blonde whore of a niece begged him. It wasn’t
like when I begged him to cum in me. For me it was a plead for his love but
for Kristi it was all about lust and desirfe.
Kristi was humping her hips, driving her crotch into him, doing her best to
stimulate him into an orgasm. She was good, too. I’d seen her more than a
few times practically wring the cum out of a guy before he’s hardly even
started fucking her.
There were a few moments when I thought it might actually happen. My dad’s
movements, grunts and facial expression all pointed to an impending eruption
at the end of his dick, which was no buried to the hilt in Kristi’s pussy.
Damn her, she was going to make him do it and she KNEW how I felt about it.
Indeed, she turned to face me and winked, my dad not even noticing as his
lust overtook him. It was like he was some werewolf who no longer could be
held accountable for his actions as he turned into a beast.
“Dammit Kristi, don't you dare do it,” I said sharply to her. She knew
exactly what “it” meant and it looked like she was just going to ignore me
for the sake of her own selfish pleasure. “I’M WARNING YOU...” I said a
little louder this time.
My dad was concentrating so much on fucking her it was like he never even
heard me but Kristi sure did. Finally she just frowned and stopped humping
on his cock, letting him regain consciousness or whatever it was that had him
so spellbound for a couple of minutes there.
“Fuck ME now daddy,” I invited him, sitting on the edge of the hot tub with
my legs spread apart, leaving no doubt whatsoever where I wanted his dick. I
curled my finger at him, inviting him towards me.
My dad looked down at Kristi and sort of smiled and shrugged his shoulders,
as if to say there was nothing he could say, that he didn’t have a choice.
Indeed, if anyone had a right to his cock in a situation like this, as his
only daughter, I felt I was entitled, even more so than my mom. Sure she was
his wife and lover, but then anyone would say he should fuck her.
As his daughter it was a much different story. After all, how many fathers
actually got to fuck their daughters? Sure, a lot of them WISH they could
and who knows how many would if they had a chance, but face it, there are
very few fathers who ever actually get to experience the joy of thrusting
their erect cock inside of their own daughter’s pussy. Then to do it in
front of his wife, and her sister and nice, that just made it even more
special. I just wish his entire family could watch as well.
I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as he approached me. His dick was
standing out straight, pointing at me like some sort of spear all ready to
pierce me. I knew everyone was watching and I squirmed a little from the
anticipation of feeling him in me. He was staring at my pussy all the way,
not taking his eyes off of it for even a second as he approached me. The was
a calm, deliberate manner in the way he came to me, like a man on a mission,
one that he would now complete no matter what it took.
When he was close to me he put his hands on my knees and spread me even
further apart. With both hands occupied, he shuffled in closer until his
dick was up against my pussy. I could see it was still wet from being inside
of Kristi and it just seemed hot knowing her puss cum was about to enter me
as well. At first he was a little too high and when he pushed forward it
slipped up and over my pussy. I didn't; really mind because it caused his
shaft to slide over my clit, like a fleshy dildo rubbing over me. God it
felt so good!!
“Put it in me daddy,” I begged him again, “Oh please fuck me daddy. I want
everyone to see how much you love me.”
Like he needed to be asked! Still, I’ve learned over the years that no
matter how in control they were, men still loved to hear a girl ask for it.
Oh that incredible male ego! I could say it a hundred times and he would
want to hear it again... “Fuck me.”
“OK baby, here it comes,” he said needlessly as I felt the pressure of his
cock head against my open pussy.
I was incredibly wet from masturbating and he was stiff as a steel rod so it
didn’t take much to get him in me. As mentally prepared as I was, I still
couldn’t help but gasp as he slid into me, the thickness of his cock filling
me and stretching me apart between my legs.
“Oh daddy.... that feel so good!” I moaned, leaning my head back and shutting
my eyes as I concentrated on the sensations being created within me as his
dick drilled its way deeper and deeper into me.
One final thrust and we both grunted as he base of his cock planted itself
against my bare crotch, pushing up against me, almost sealing me off as he
ground himself into me. His stiff pubic hair scratched my bald pussy like a
fine steel wool pad as he gyrated his hips to literally drill his dick into
me even a little bit deeper.
By now his dick had been in four pussies, two older ones and now two younger
ones, in the space of less than half an hour. I’d like to think mine was the
tightest of the four so I figured it wasn't going to take much for him to get
off. Under the circumstances it wasn’t a big deal to me how many positions
we were in or how long he could go without shooting off inside of me. No,
the important thing was after fucking the other three, I was the one he
wanted to finish in. It made me practically burst with pride to know my dad
had waited until he was fucking me to release himself. As much as he loved
my mother, as much as he got off fucking his sister-in-law and her daughter,
in the end it was his own daughter that turned him on the most. I may not be
sixteen anymore but still, 23 isn’t exactly OLD and he was a man so of course
it had to be special for him to fuck me. How many men dream of fucking a
younger girl than their wife? A LOT if my mail is any indication. How many
of them wish that younger girl was their daughter? A lot of them as well,
again if my e-mail and chats tell the story.
He was getting close, as was I. I could feel my orgasm rising inside of me,
like a surging tide rising irresistibly. Men seem to think a female orgasm
is the same as jerking off a dick – do it long enough and it erupts, just a
matter of performing the correct procedure. Heck, men can get off sticking
their dicks through holes and not even seeing the woman sucking their dick!
Sure, there are times I can cum just manipulating my pussy, but the best
orgasms are never straightforward but rather complicated creations, like
comparing a store-bought cake mix with a pastry crafted by a French chef.
This particular one I could feel about to come was a complex mix of physical
pleasure created by my dad’s dick in me, combined with the emotional feelings
produced by having three of the women closest to me watching me being
literally mated by my father, all blended together with the satisfaction of
knowing I was pleasing my father in a way no other woman in the world could.
“God I love you baby,” he cried out softly as he lifted my legs higher and
rammed his dick into me and held it there, his body quivering as he fought to
hold it back as long as possible. “Ahhhhhh!” he groaned as finally he
couldn’t resist the overwhelming primal drive that dwelled within him, the
evolutionary imperative to deliver his seed into his mate.
The feeling of him jerking as the first load of incestuous sperm erupted from
his cock, combined with the just perceivable warmth within me of his warm
sperm as it bathed the interior of my pussy, and then seeing the look on his
face as the pleasure consumed him, all served to ignite my own orgasm. It
bloomed in me like a match thrown into a barrel of gasoline, exploding in a
fiery wave of pure pleasure that filled me from head to toe. I could feel
the goose bumps rising all over yet at the same time it was like a heat lamp
was on full blast, making me feel flushed and sweaty. Even my hair seemed to
sizzle as my vision narrowed into a tunnel with just his face in view, that
face of my father as he continued to release load after load of his cum into
me. Damn, not bad for a guy his age, especially considered he had cum in my
mouth not that long ago!
“Oh daddy, that feels so good in me.... stay inside of me,” I somehow must
have said but my voice seemed to be coming from someone else, like I was
hearing myself but not saying the words.
Suddenly I felt this incredible feeling of fear, not that I was afraid of
being hurt or scared like at a horror movie, but fear that he would pull his
dick out of me, leaving me empty with nothing but his cum inside of me. I
didn’t want that, not yet at least. I wanted to feel him inside of me after
he had cum, feel myself joined together with him as his dick slowly dwindled
inside of me.
My dad released my legs but instead of dropping them to the deck, I wrapped
them around him waist, pulling him into me so he couldn’t withdraw. He
reached down and put his arms around me as I wrapped my own arms around his
neck. He grunted slightly as he lifted me up and off the hot tub, holding me
in the air, pinned on his dick like a bug in a tray. My boobs were squished
tightly against his chest as he lowered his hands and supported me by putting
his hands under my butt and lifting up with one hand on each of my ass
cheeks. He was sweating terribly, his body slick as the sweat dripped from
his face.
“Thank you daddy,” I whispered in his ear so only he could hear, “Thank you
for cumming in me... for choosing me.”
“You’ll always be my baby girl,” he said in a lovingly soft voice back to me,
“How could I have picked anyone but you?”
“Oh daddy!” I sighed, burying my head in his neck, ignoring the sweat as I
felt the tears rising. I felt so proud... so loved.
I could also feel my dad’s dick still in me. I didn’t even look around to
see what the others were thinking or doing. All I could think about was how
wonderful my dad had just fucked me and how perfect it was for me to be held
by him like this, joined together with him in the most intimate way a father
could be with his daughter.
A little cough suddenly interrupted the moment and I opened the eyes to see
my mom standing in front of me.
“I know this is special but the rest of us are hungry. Do you plan on ever
cooking us dinner or are you just going to fuck your daughter all night?
She said it in a disarming tone so neither of us took it the wrong way. To
be perfectly honest, the second option would have been fine with me but we
needed to eat and get ready for the fireworks. Our deck was positioned
perfectly so we had a great view of the city fireworks display. Of course,
they were nothing like the ones in downtown Pittsburgh but here we didn’t
have to drive and fight the crowds. Not to mention we were free to do other
things should the desire come about.
Actually, cooking dinner was probably the best thing at the moment to give my
dad a chance to recover. He got dressed again as experience in the past
taught him that hot greasy grills and nudity don't get along! The rest of us
stayed nude, a little different from the norm but somehow it seemed
appropriate tonight.
“So Kelly, will we get to have Duane with us for our 5th anniversary?” Kristi
taunted me.
I knew what she was referring to. It seemed lately all my mom and them could
do was ask me when Duane was going to propose. Granted, the idea didn’t make
me shiver but still, it was a major step and I wasn’t sure I was ready for
him to ask me yet. Even if he did, would we get married in time for next
year’s 4th of July? Sure he could fuck Kristi and my Aunt Linda. Heck, he
had already done them both.
The key was that unless we were married he couldn’t fuck my mom. My parents
were VERY strict about adultery and never were swingers or did any sort of
sex outside of marriage. OK, there was that brief thing with Beth, my best
friend, but she was practically a part of the family and it wasn’t anything
that continued on anyway. He COULD get a BJ from my mom as that wasn't sex,
but penetration was out of the questions unless he was married to me and thus
officially, and biblically, a part of the family.
My plans for Duane were to wait until he proposed to let him know the rest of
my family “involvements”. I could never marry anyone unless he fully
understood my commitment to my family and the expectations I had once we were
married. I would be 100% faithful to my husband and never cheat on him but I
could never turn away from my family. It really wasn't a bad deal for him as
he could fuck my mom and the other women in my family with my full permission
and encouragement. As open minded as Duane was, I didn’t anticipate any
problems but then you never know for sure. The reason I didn't tell him now
was we could break up or who knows what and then what if he told people about
my family?
By the time the night was over, my dad had ‘recovered” and this time he
fucked the others while I either masturbated or played around with whoever
was left over with me. It was one of the best 4th of July picnics we had
ever had. The only thing that would have made it better would have been if
Duane was there. Maybe next year????
THE END
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