Subject: My Dad and Cousin Tammy
Story Codes: MF Mf oral incest father daughter uncle niece
Diary Date: APRIL 25, 2009
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary:
If you were a man in your forties and you had the opportunity to have sex
with a sexy sixteen year-old girl, would you turn her down? Of course not.
The question then becomes, would it make it even better if she was your
brother’s youngest daughter?
Table of Contents:
Chapter 1 – Leading up to Easter
Chapter 2 – Meeting My Dad Before Church
Chapter 3 – Easter Church Service
Chapter 4 – Brunch
Chapter 5 – My Dad and Tammy
Chapter 1 – Leading up to Easter
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I’ve written a lot about my feelings regarding incest in gruesome detail in
other entries so I won’t belabor the issue again. There IS one key point,
however, that is relevant to this situation that needs to be repeated. One
of my “guidelines for incest” is that I believe both parents should be
involved, preferably the entire family, to avoid potentially explosive
situations, not to mention the inherent tension that comes with being forced
to keep such a massive secret should either the mother or father not be
involved.
So having said that, now I am left to rationalize why I preach this to others
but haven’t followed my own guidelines when it comes to my own family.
First, it was never my original intention to initiate anything incestual
between my cousin Tammy and he dad, my Uncle Jim, or her older brother Rick.
As much as I’d like to think otherwise, I’m NOT always totally in control of
every situation and things sort of took on a life of their own and got out of
hand.
Actually, it all started rather innocently, just a little bit of cousins
fooling around in her bedroom one day after we got horny from some naughty
chatting on the Internet. Even at thirteen, Tammy had a natural aurora of
sensuality about her that made me feel it was appropriate, even though she is
six years younger than me.
It might help to remind everyone that back in their teen years, my dad and
his youngest brother were quite the hustlers from the way my mom described
them to me. Both of them had sex with my mom (as well as her sister) while
they were in high school but in the end, my mom married my dad while Uncle
Jim married my Aunt Shari shortly afterwards. Being Uncle Jim was her
husband’s brother, my mother could have continued on having sex with him
without violating her marriage vows, but my Aunt Shari was definitely NOT the
type to condone such actions. Frankly, I’ve never really understood why my
uncle married her in the first place being she is so prudish. Still, while
he may have remained to faithful to his wife (out of fear more than love?) I
saw how he looked at me when I was around, especially when I flirted with him
a little.
Thus it really didn’t come as a huge surprise to me to learn that when my dad
suggested that I might be “available”, any worries about the wrath of his
wife fell away and soon he was doing what I think a lot of uncles like to do
– fucking his niece. As I mentioned before, technically he wasn't committing
adultery as I was his brother’s daughter and thus a member of his family, but
I doubt my Aunt Shari would’ve seen it the same way.
To be honest, while I’d always found it fun to tease him, my uncle isn’t
exactly the nicest guy in the world and the only reason I allowed his to fuck
me was to please my dad. Even so, at first it wasn’t all that bad. In fact,
once he was doing me it seemed only natural for his son to follow in his
footsteps and needless to say, Rick was more than willing to go along. Thus
in the space of just over a week, I’d taught my youngest cousin about girl-
girl sex and had sex with my uncle and his son. Quite a week, to say the
least, but then in my experience, it seems that once when things get started
they tend to take off rapidly so in retrospect, it really wasn't that
surprising.
One thing that DID catch me a little off-guard was to learn that my mom had
her eye on Rick as well. Once I’d broken the ice with Rick (during which she
helped things get started but then stayed away once it heated up), it was
only a couple of weeks before she took advantage of the Rick being a member
of her family. Other than my uncle, Rick was the only guy to have sex with
my mom since she married my dad and anything with my uncle was way back when
they first got married.
Thus Rick was the first guy she’d been with in over twenty years besides my
dad. Being a horny teenage boy with extensive staying power didn't hurt
either! To be sure, my parents are VERY strict about adultery and anyone who
knows me understands that they have passed on those principles to me as well.
Bottom line, if someone is not a member of your family, then they are off
limits once you’re married – no exceptions, not even if the spouse gives
“permission”.
For the next few months, things pretty much went along as usual. My mom
suddenly seemed to have a lot of odd jobs for Rick to do. Fortunately for
everyone, his insane mother was totally clueless about everything. Actually,
I doubt she could’ve even imagined such a thing going on between her sister-
in-law and her son so it’s not like she suspected anything.
After the first time we played around, Tammy and me didn’t do all that much
together. What we did was fun to start but with her mother’s overbearing
ways and her older sister’s being a clone of her mother, it wasn't like we
had all that many opportunities anyway. Besides, I got the impression Tammy
was more interested in boys.
When I was returned for Christmas Break from college, I had some more fun
with Rick and so far as I knew, Tammy had no idea that I was having sex with
her brother and dad (although sex with my Uncle was very rare, thankfully).
Then a couple of days after Christmas she caught us together and to my
surprise, she was interested in learning to suck dick. While it killed Rick
that she refused to let him go all the way with her, it did open new doors
between the two of them.
As things turned out, I learned she gained quite the reputation for being a
cock teaser which helped explain her interest that first time! As much as
Rick begged, Tammy refused to give up her virginity to him. I didn’t do
anything to try to push her into having sex either. When she was ready, she
would do it and nobody should ever push a girl into taking that step until
she is ready. Till then, she seemed more than happy polishing her newfound
blowjob skills.
It wasn’t until the following summer that anything changed much. It was
August and Tammy had just had her fourteenth birthday in late June. Our two
families were on a weekend trip to a state park where we boated and just
relaxed, something we did periodically. It was there I took the initiative
that changed everything, so far as Tammy was concerned at least.
First, realize that I’ve always felt a deep sense of guilt because I didn’t
give my virginity to my father. To be fair, when I was fourteen I had no
idea whatsoever he was even interested in me that way, but still, things are
what they are and I shouldn't have been so naïve and read the signs to
recognize what he wanted.
Looking back, it was pretty obvious but I missed it completely. It wasn't
until I was sixteen and had sex with my parents for the first time that my
mom confided in me his earlier desires – and disappointment when he learned
that a sixteen year-old boy had deflowered his little girl. Everyone keeps
telling me that I shouldn't feel guilty – but I do.
So here I was in our cabin, my hot little fourteen year-old virgin cousin
laying next to me, and my parents sound asleep in the next room. It doesn’t
take much imagination to figure out my thoughts at the time. Since he didn't
get to have ME when I was fourteen, why not let him be with Tammy? In my
mind, it would be sort of like she was acting as a surrogate for me, giving
my dad a chance to experience something that he most likely thought he would
never be able to do.
Long story short (the details are all in my diary), it was one of the most
erotic episodes of my life as I watched my dad gently and lovingly take my
little cousin’s virginity. While my mom wasn’t exactly thrilled over the
idea, she didn’t oppose it either and even helped out a little as well.
The next day my dad arranged for a “father-daughter” day out on the boat.
Kate, as usual, wasn't interested in doing anything with anybody so it was
just the four of us. Needless to say our fathers weren't interested in
fishing and my uncle got to do his daughter for the first time. As erotic as
it was to watch them, I couldn't help but feel a pang in my heart to think
that I could have given my father the same experience at her age but I failed
to do so – regardless of the reason.
Once Tammy had lost her virginity, she no longer seemed worried about having
sex with her brother, something Rick took advantage of a couple of days
later. I couldn’t keep this secret from my Cousin Kristi who promptly
arranged for a cousin get-together where the four of us enjoyed each other in
ways we never had before – and never have since for that matter. People
think that just because you CAN have sex with your family, that every day is
a wild orgy but in reality it’s not true. In fact, “orgies” are probably
LESS prevalent in our family than in others that “swing”.
Tammy soon became quite the little slut, even more so than me or Kristi had
been at her age but then, she had some pretty good mentors if I should say so
myself! As I just mentioned, since that crazy summer it’s not like we all
have sex together all the time. Actually, it’s a bit of a rarity but that’s
just as well considering the family situation.
Maybe one of the hotter times was the following summer when Rick and Tammy
came over and I watched my dad with Tammy and my mom with Rick. God, now
THAT was hot to watch, believe you me. Don't get the wrong impression
though. Something like that was a one-time thing, not “typical” at all.
Before you get yet another wrong idea, my dad has only had sex with Tammy
maybe a half-dozen times or so over the past two years. Part of the
“problem” has been that my uncle is quite an ass and after we replayed our
“father-daughter swap” the next summer, I refused to have sex with him
because of the way he treated me. Unfortunately, my uncle retaliated by not
allowing my dad to be with Tammy, even if it WAS only a once-in-a-blue-moon
thing. I guess it shows how much I love my dad that I submitted to my uncle
one last time about a year ago on the condition that he allow my dad to be
with Tammy again.
Since then, I haven’t been with my uncle again and except for a few moments
where we would fool around in the our hot tub or her pool, I wasn't doing
anything with Tammy either. Tammy turned sixteen last summer and from what
I’ve heard, has earned quite the “reputation” but it’s strictly with boys her
age. Although Rick has told me she will still “entertain” his friends now
and then, it’s becoming harder and harder to convince her and as for her dad,
I hate to say this but she only has sex with him because he demands it from
her.
After my mother left us last fall, Rick pretty much has stayed away from me.
He seemed uncomfortable dealing with her death, at least so far as I was
concerned. Besides, I always got the impression he loved fucking my mom a
lot more than me, maybe something about the MILF fantasies boys his age seem
to enjoy?
Speaking of relationships, in the past few months my dad and my Aunt Linda
(Kristi’s mom) have become MUCH closer. By that I mean sexually closer, but
NOT in a “lover” sort of way. My dad and her have enjoyed sex since back in
their high school days (make that grade school for her) and that relationship
never even slowed after they both got married (a large reason why she
eventually had to divorce her overly jealous husband). After my mom’s death,
I think that sort of thing went on temporary “hold” but once it started
again, now it seems she spends a LOT of nights with him. From what I can
tell, it’s more a close friendship than romance, with both of them meeting
the other’s “needs”.
Soooooo, what does all this have to do with Tammy and my dad? Well, the
reason I took the time and effort to mention all of this was to set the stage
for why things happened as they did this past Easter. Thus when our entire
family got together for Easter this year, the status was as follows: My dad
and Aunt Linda were having sex regularly, she even stayed the night many
times.
As for me and my dad, we typically got together Sundays before church, and
maybe another time during the week but not usually given his heavy work
commitments and my crazy party schedule. My dad hadn’t been with Tammy since
last summer, and it was a subject we generally didn't discuss as I knew his
LUST for her was still there, but he realized that the opportunities simply
weren’t available.
So far as I knew, Tammy wasn't having sex with her brother anymore, except
for maybe a rare party or so, and she avoided it with her father as much as
possible. In some ways, it was for the best because if my Aunt Shari ever
found them together, there would be hell to pay! It was bad enough that she
was constantly battling Tammy about her taste in clothes (slutty) and the way
she behaved in front of boys, (slutty as well), but INCEST would have simply
been the straw that broke her back.
Which takes me to Easter, 2009...
The past few years our family has taken to going out for dinners on holidays
rather than someone having to fix a ton of food and be forced to deal with
the mess, clutter and stress of a big family dinner. While holiday brunches
aren’t usually very cheap, everyone gets to eat what they want, and as much
of it as they can stuff down. Then the best part - when you get home there
are no dishes or leftovers to deal with. Personally, I think it’s a great
idea.
This year our plans were to attend the Easter service at church together and
then head straight to the hotel where the brunch was being served. Even
though we had reservations, past experience had taught us it never hurts to
get there early. Afterward dinner, the plan was to meet back at my Aunt
Shari and Uncle Jim’s house since they had the most room. Even though it was
way too early for the pool to be opened up, hopefully the weather hold up and
let us sit out on the deck without freezing to death!
Chapter 2 – Meeting My Dad Before Church
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Every family develops “traditions” that are unique to them. Even if similar
to others, there is something special about every family, something that
makes them different from everyone else. Growing up, we had many of the
“usual” traditions – Thanksgiving with the relatives, Mother’s and Father’s
Day, how we spent the Christmas holidays, etc. My dad and I also developed a
few “special” traditions over the years that helped bond us together in a way
only a father and daughter can.
One such tradition was that every Christmas, starting back when I was just a
young girl, my dad would buy me a special outfit that I would then model for
him. When I was younger, it was a cute dress or maybe a new skirt and top.
As I got older, the styles reflected the physical and emotional changes in me
during the past year.
As I became more “aware” of myself and started dressing in more revealing
outfits, so too the Christmas outfits became more revealing and sensual. Of
course, when I was just barely a teenager I had no idea my dad was sexually
excited when I would “model” for him, but then why would I have thought such
a thing? Of course I knew he got hard when I posed provocatively, I wasn't
blind and I’d seen him masturbate enough to know what it meant. Still, it
was all just a game for me and I knew from seeing my dad masturbate that
erections weren't something he could control. Just because he had an
erection was no reason for me to think that he wanted to have sex with me!
If anything, I found it to be fun to see if I could flirt and tease him to
make him hard but I never stripped, touched him, or anything at all
“inappropriate”.
Of course, once I started having sex with him the next Christmas outfit was
quite a bit more provocative than any in the past! Over the years since,
they have served as a reflection how his fantasy life has evolved and I’ve
kept every one he’s given me.
Another “tradition” that developed soon after we started practicing incest,
but has since become more rare, is our “morning time” together. My dad
started getting up for work a little early so he could spend some “quality
time” with me before leaving. As a rule, we didn’t have a lot of time so it
wasn’t typically anything that got too involved or complicated, just enough
to get him “ready” and send him off in the right frame of mind for work.
Sometimes all he did was masturbate and cum on me while I slept, leaving me
to wake up later with the evidence of his handiwork on my face and boobs.
Usually I was awake in which case he would sometimes stand by the side of the
bed and let me suck him off. Of course he preferred fucking me but often
just a blowjob was all we had time for.
My favorite, without question, was when he would try to sneak into bed with
me and fuck me without waking me. Needless to say that is a LOT harder than
it sounds as unless I was REALLY sound asleep as the first touch against my
pussy was usually enough to wake me. Every now and then though, I would be
especially tired and I would wake to the feeling of my father’s erection
swelled up inside of me.
God I love that!
There is something incredibly erotic about knowing a guy has been fucking me
while I was asleep, of being unaware of what he was doing to me, and then
waking to feel him already in me. It was like he was taking me as his prize,
regardless of whatever I might have to say about it. Unfortunately, now that
I live in my own apartment, this “tradition” hasn’t been practiced for quite
a while.
One other father-daughter tradition my dad and me have developed over the
years is our “pre-church fuck”. Usually it’s just before we are ready to
head off to church, usually with me all dressed and ready to go. The way it
works is he comes to my room as I am finishing up getting dressed. Then he
simply lifts my dress or skirt, pulls my panties to the side (those rare time
I wear) and fucks me.
Like the morning fuck tradition, it’s typically nothing wild and crazy, just
my dad having some quick sex with me and then cumming inside of me. It use
to drive my mom crazy as sometimes he wasn't as quick as others and she would
complain we were late for church, but I can’t remember a time he stopped
before climaxing in me. Actually, cumming inside of me was the REAL goal as
it only took a few minutes to get to church and often his cum start draining
from me as we sat in the pews. If I was bare ass under my dress or skirt, it
wasn’t a rarity for me to leave a small wet spot on the cushions!
I’m sure you can imagine how special it is for me to sit in church,
surrounded by literally hundreds of people, and feeling my pussy tingle from
having just been fucked by my loving father, seated to my side. I’ve often
wondered what people would have said had they known!
This last “tradition” is something we have tried hard (no pun intended) to
maintain, although with me moving out of the house to my own apartment it’s
required a few modifications. Now I have to get ready and go over to his
house early enough to give him time to fuck me and still make it to church.
When I lived at home, for better or worse HE set the schedule. Now it’s up
to me to get there on time and I’m not exactly known for being punctual!
Today was Easter and I knew the church would be packed so I had to get to my
dad’s house a bit early if anything. I was wearing my brand new Easter
outfit, a simple white dress with a bow that wrapped around my waist and tied
in back. It was strapless, dependent on the elastic in the ruffled “peasant
girl” top that covered my boobs to keep it up in place. I fell in love with
it at the store because it showed off my boobs nicely, just enough to cover
my nipples but leaving plenty of cleavage exposed. Of course the hem line
was a little shorter than most girls would have worn to church, but it was by
no means a “slut dress” as my dad likes to classify most of the skirts and
dresses that make up my wardrobe. After all, it WAS Easter and I felt a
little more reverence than usual was called for.
Again, being it was Easter, I chose to wear a pair of white hose, the type
with the elastic band at the top so you don't need a garter belt. The fact I
could wear them without exposing the tops when I sat down was a testament to
how much longer this dress was than what I normally preferred to wear.
Granted, I had to remember to hold it down and tug at it a little but when I
sat to keep it low enough, but even if I should “forget”, it wasn’t like my
panties would be showing. Speaking of which, I wasn’t really wearing panties
but more of a white thong although, like my dress, it wasn't the most
revealing pair in my drawer. In fact, I could have probably gotten away with
wearing it alone at the pool except when it was wet it became rather
transparent.
On my drive over I was excited even more than usual as it had been a few
weeks since I’d last seen my dad. The previous week he’d been out of town on
business and the week before Linda had stayed over the night before. Of
course Aunt Linda knew about our Sunday morning tradition and she apologized
to me profusely later at church, saying she had forgotten all about it once
things got started the previous evening. What could I say to that? I knew
the feeling...
Arriving at my dad’s house (seems funny to call it that now), I pulled in and
parked at the top of the concrete paved driveway rather than driving down to
the garage. The garage was attached to the back of the basement - as it is
in many Pittsburgh homes that built on the ever-present hills, and it was a
steep drop once you started down the driveway.
Normally I would use the basement entrance as my dad spent most of the time
when he was home in the family room which was part of the basement. On
Sundays, however, he was usually getting the last minute things done in
either the bedroom or bathroom so odds were he was upstairs (as in the second
floor). Not to be lazy but I figured why climb up TWO flights of stairs when
you didn’t have to?
As I walked from my car to the front porch, I stood still for a moment in the
middle of the sidewalk, taking a look around at the neighborhood where I’d
spent my entire childhood. It was surprisingly quiet but I suppose that was
because of the holiday. Even our Jewish neighbors weren't out working on the
lawn today. So many memories...
Of course I had a key so I let myself in the front door. Setting my purse on
the table in the entryway, I slipped off my white heels and silently padded
my way up the hardwood steps to the second floor. As I took the last step
up, my parent’s room was in front of me but it appeared empty. To the right
stretched the short hallway with my room adjacent to my dad’s and the
bathroom across the hall. Two smaller bedrooms flanked ours, one at each end
of the house, but they were used more for storage now. My room still looked
like the day I’d left and I smiled as I recalled some of the more pleasant
memories of my childhood that it conjured up as I peered inside.
The bathroom door was cracked open and I peeked inside where my dad was
trying to adjust his tie in the mirror. He had on his grey suit pants with a
plain white shirt and a blue striped tie. His coat was probably on the bed,
if I knew his habits, and from the warmth and humidity in the air, he must
have just finished his shower not too long before.
“Hey daddy!” I greeted him, throwing the door open and reaching out to him.
My dad smiled and dropped his tie, stepping over to give me a big hug. He
looked at his watch and frowned slightly.
“Cutting it a little close this morning, aren’t we?” he teased me.
True, church was suppose to start in twenty minutes but it was only a two
minute drive to get there and with the crowd they would have this morning,
odds were it wouldn’t start on time anyway.
“Daddy! Don’t be mean to me,” I pretended to whine, putting my finger to my
mouth and twisting my hips with my toes pointed to the floor like I would
when I was twelve or so. Well, it worked just as good this morning as it had
back then as my dad grinned at me and stepped back to look at my dress.
“That new?”
“Yeah, I got it at Macy’s yesterday... what do you think?”
My dad grinned even more broadly and replied, “Well, if you MUST know, it
covers WAY too much but then I guess it IS an Easter dress.”
I giggled and flipped up my dress to flash my bottom. “See, I even have
panties on this morning!”
My dad rolled his eyes as if I had just announced the end of life on Earth as
we know it. “My oh my, just goes to show that miracles DO occur on Easter!”
he teased me some more.
My hands reached up to the bust of my dress and I slipped my fingers just
inside and pulled the top down, the elastic stretching to allow it to pull
over my boobs and then tighten again just underneath, leaving them exposed
with my nipples all nice and perky for him.
“Is this better?” I asked innocently.
“Mmmmmmm, MUCH better,” he sighed, his eyes fixed on my boobs.
It wasn't like he’d never seen them before but still, I loved it when he
stared at them. My hands cupped them and I hefted them up and down a bit,
like I was comparing two cantaloupes at the supermarket. “God I love your
tits,” he groaned softly, reaching out with one hand to pinch my nipple and
then placing it flat on my breast and squeezing it slightly.
“We have to get going daddy... you gonna fuck me or what?” I said with a
grin.
God, how many times had I said those words, or something similar? “Fuck me
daddy,” were his three most favorite words and no matter how many times I
said them to him, he never seemed to grow tire of hearing it. I guess having
your own daughter ask you to fuck her is something a father never can hear
too often.
Reaching down to his suit pants, I pressed against his crotch where I could
feel his dick through the thin material. It wasn't like he was fully erect,
or even half-way there so I knew I had to give him some help to get started.
It wasn't his fault... between being in his forties now and the high blood
pressure medication, there were times his dick didn’t always respond quite up
to expectations. In the more extreme cases, I might just give him a BJ as I
found that a man doesn’t have to be erect to cum - it just makes it a lot
harder to get him inside of me when he’s not as stiff as he could be.
“Sorry babe, guess it’s gonna be one of those mornings...,” he tried to
apologize.
“Well, we’ll just have to see what I can do about it,” I said determinedly,
squatting down on my tip toes in front of him as I undid his belt and pants.
I wasn't about to kneel in the bright white hose I was wearing and getting
all undressed was NOT an option when you’re on a time-crunch. After
unzipping his pants, I pulled his boxer shorts down enough to let his semi-
flaccid dick flop out. Hmmmmmm, I certainly had my work cut out for me, that
was for sure, and not much time to do it.
Taking his soft dick in my mouth, I cradled his balls in one hand as I used
the other to keep my balance by holding onto the bathroom entrance molding.
He smelled of soap with a slight hint of sexual musk as I felt his soft dick
in my mouth against my tongue. Letting him out until I was holding just the
head in my mouth, I used my tongue to tease the tip of his dick, playing
around the edge and tickling his hole at the tip. My fingers were running
through the thick hair of his crotch as I heard him moan slightly as I sucked
a little harder on his dick head, then taking it all back in my mouth again.
“Oh baby, that feels so good,” he whispered to me, not to be quite but more
not to break the mood that was beginning to develop, “God I love it when you
suck my cock. You look soooooo beautiful with my dick in your mouth.”
Indeed, I could feel the stirring of his dick as my mouth worked on him.
Thankfully things were looking up this morning – and I mean that in more ways
than one! I really wanted him to fuck me bad this morning, especially since
the whole family would be at church this morning. Even my older Uncle Paul
and his family would be there, including his two daughters Ginny and Laura.
They were both a little older than me and I’d never done anything sexually
with any of them (if you ignore a certain bachelorette party years ago).
Still, to greet them and talk to them, all the while feeling the aftereffects
of my dad having fucked me literally a few minutes earlier, was something I
didn't often get to experience. Mmmmmmm, I wanted his cum IN me when I was
sitting with them, even if they didn't know about it, I would and that was
hot so far as I was concerned.
It only took a few minutes of determined cock-sucking to get him stiff enough
to do what I wanted. I figured once he was in me he would continue to grow
so why waste any more time than necessary with the clock ticking? Grabbing
his wet dick in my hand, I released him from my mouth and looked up at him
with a grin on my damp face.
“Mmmmmmm, you ready to fuck me now daddy?”
“Like I would ever say no?” he chuckled.
He had a point.
I stood up and turned away from him. He lifted up the back of my dress and I
dutifully leaned forward with my hands on my knees, raising my ass to him.
he could have simply pulled them down to my ankles but instead he reached
under the crotch with his fingers and pulled them over to the right, exposing
my warm, wet pussy. Without another word, I felt him push his semi-hard cock
against my pussy, working the tip between my wet pussy lips. Had he been
stiffer, he could have simply shoved it in me but now when he pushed, he just
bent and I wondered if I should have sucked him a little bit more.
“Damn, STILL incredibly tight,” he said more to himself than me.
I smiled and once again was thankful I had resisted the temptation to use
over-sized dildos that just stretched you out without making that much of a
difference in how you felt. Back when I was in my teens, men EXPECTED me to
be tight but now that I was 24, it was almost like they were surprised that I
was still as tight as most girls many years younger than me.
I was tempted to reach between my legs and help guide him in but I didn’t
want to embarrass my dad. I figured he would eventually work it in me and it
wasn't long before my patience paid off. His head suddenly was in just the
right place at just the right time and it popped into me in one quick move,
the entire head now safely buried inside of my pussy.
“Yes daddy, that’s it... fuck me daddy,” I said on a soft voice, hoarse with
my lust for my father’s hard dick. The fact it was hard because of ME is
what made it so special.
Just recently a guy asked me if it was still special to have my dad fuck me.
I told him that it was something totally different than being with any other
man. To be perfectly honest, my dad isn’t the BEST lover in the world and
I’ve had many cocks that were a lot bigger than his and that could perform
better. Bu then, sex with my dad wasn't about the SEX – it was about
submitting myself to my dad in the most intimate and personal way I could.
Now I am not talking about submission as in BSDM, but rather the ability to
give myself totally to my dad without any strings attached, or holding back
in any way. Sex with my dad was a means to an end, not the goal.
As he pushed it in me, I could actually feel it getting thicker in me and I
was pleased that my plan was working. Indeed, it wasn't long before he was
fully erect, or at least pretty close to it. I could feel him stroking it in
and out of me, taking me as his, using me to satisfy his most lustful
desires. To be able to do this for my dad, to please him and honor him in a
way so few girls ever do for their dads, was special to me, VERY special
indeed.
“Cum in me daddy,” I begged him, knowing he undoubtedly wanted to as well but
a little encouragement never hurt. “Give me you cum daddy... Show me how
much you love me daddy!”
Indeed, THAT was what is was all about, my dad loving me and proving it to me
in the most precious and loving way possible. Granted, my dad didn’t HAVE to
prove anything to me. I know he loves me, sex or not. It’s no different
than telling someone you love them. Of course you know they love you, but
still , you want to hear them say it. So it was with sex with my dad. I
know without a shadow of a doubt my dad loves me as only a father can love
his daughter but to have him SHOW me by cumming in me and giving me his
sperm... well THAT makes it special indeed, as I think most people would
agree.
“OH god baby, here it is...” he groaned as I felt him push his dick into me
as far as he could.
His crotch was pressed against my ass now, his pubic hair tickling my bare
butt as he drilled his dick into me and the ground it even deeper inside once
he was in me. Again and again I felt it, that brief burst of warmth deep
within me that signified my father was shooting his cum into me, deep inside
of me. He didn’t take long to unload and after staying in me for just a few
seconds afterwards, he pulled out reached down to pick me back up so I was
standing before him.
“Oh Kelly, I love you so much,” he whispered softly to me, his face flush
with the expenditure of his lust, “That felt so damn good!”
Adjusting my thong back in place again, I pulled down my dress and tried to
straighten it out as best I could. Lifting my top back up again over my
boobs, I checked myself out in the bathroom mirror to be sure it was properly
arranged. I was a little flushed, not as much had I cum but then, this was
about my DAD’S needs, not mine. It wasn't like I was hurting for sex and had
to go to my father for it. What was important to me in situations like this
was that I pleased HIM, that I satisfied HIM, not necessarily me. Yet by
satisfying him, I was also satisfied so it was a win-win for us both. Had it
been anyone else, I might have felt a little cheated but not with my dad.
Seeing the look of satisfaction on his face, the sight of his wet, flaccid
cock covered with a mixture of my pussy juices and his incestuous cum, was
all I could ask for.
“Dammit, we’re gonna be late,” he hissed as he looked at his watch.
I told him I would meet him out front as I had to move my car but instead we
decided to just take my car so we could get going faster. Slipping on my
heels, I grabbed my purse, digging out my keys as we rushed to my car. Once
inside, I backed out from the driveway and we were on our way.
“Mmmmmmm, I love looking at your crotch after we fuck,” he said with a smile
on his face while he looked over and down to my crotch, ‘You have no idea how
often I use to dream of seeing my cum oozing out of you like that when you
were younger.”
I pulled up my dress with one hand while trying to drive with the other,
exposing my thong to him.
“Awwwwww, did my baby wet her panties?” he teased me.
I looked over at him quickly, raising my eyebrows and giving him my most
“you’re clueless” stare. “Daddy!! You know what that is!”
My dad reached over and pushed his finger against my pussy, right over where
the wet spot was showing which happened to be right over my pussy hole.
“Maybe it’s a good thing you wore this today,” he grinned, “Wouldn't want
anything dripping down your thigh when you shake the Pastor’s hand!”
Actually, it wasn’t all that much of a joke. It wouldn't have been the first
time he’d loaded me up especially full and when I stood up during church to
sing I would feel it drain out of me and down my leg. Yep, good old “cum
down the leg” – yet another reason for a girl to always carry some Kleenex in
her purse!
Today, however, I didn’t think he had cum all THAT much in me, given the
“hard” time it took to get him erect. Sometimes it can really be hard to
tell how much a guys is leaving when he cums inside of you. It can even be
difficult to tell when he actually does cum as the warmth it gives me isn’t
all that intense, more a passing feeling that afterwards you have to wonder
if you really even felt it. Still, I would be surprised if very much drained
from me this morning, if any did in the first place other than the slight wet
spot that was staining my underwear.
Traditions... the things that make a family a family. Mmmmmmm, I LOVED this
tradition!
Chapter 3 – Easter Church Service
=================================
As late as we were, it came as no surprise that the church parking lot was
crammed full. Fortunately, I spotted my Uncle’s van so I double-parked
behind it, figuring we would be leaving at the same time anyway. As we
stepped inside, the last of the prelude was playing and we had just enough
time to find the relatives before the service started.
Thankfully they had saved a couple of seats for us and I found myself seated
next to Ginny, my oldest cousin with the fake boobs. She and her husband had
married almost five years before and had yet to have any kids but I guess
that is more normal these days for people to wait rather than rush right in
and start procreating. As I mentioned, she’d had a boob job done a while
back and she still loves showing them off. No matter what outfit she wore,
you could count on it being low-cut or tight, whatever made her boobs look
their best. My dad had often expressed how he would have loved to get a feel
of them but it just goes to show that not all fantasies can come true.
There were fifteen of us in all, counting my Aunt Linda and Kristi. They
were seated at the opposite end of the pew so I wasn't about to say anything
to Kristi about me and my dad this morning. My dad use to fuck Kristi quite
a bit, starting when I first went to college and she volunteered to “stand
in” for me. These days, with her becoming a professional whore and all, it
was like my dad wasn't as anxious to be with her, preferring her mother more
than ever. Personally, I could understand his feelings. After all, when a
girl’s on her back with umpteen strange men a week, it’s sort of hard to see
her as your cute little innocent niece anymore. But Kristi had always been a
slut so I doubted the prostitution gig was the issue. I think it was simply
with my mom gone he found more satisfaction in being with a more mature woman
like my Aunt Linda – something Kristi would never be accused of!
Next to Linda and Kristi was my cousin Tammy and her family. I only got a
quick glimpse at her when I sat down but it was enough to recognize who had
dressed her this morning – obviously her mom. Both she and Kate had on long
dresses that covered everything up pretty well. It’s not that the dresses
were ugly or anything, quite the contrary. They were quite beautiful and
it’s only guys like my dad that probably were wishing they had been a bit
more revealing – which most likely included most of the men in church!
The church was packed and even with the cool morning, it was still stuffy and
hot. I found myself thankful I was wearing something as light as I was since
it didn’t look like they would be turning on the air-conditioning
(cheapskates!). A few people were fanning themselves with a bulletin and I
noticed even my dad was playing with his collar a bit as if trying to loosen
it up. Oh well, an hour or so and it would all be over.
When we stood up to sing the opening hymns, I noticed Tammy slipping out from
the end of the pew and heading out of the sanctuary. Was she OK? Neither my
Aunt Linda or Kristi were following her so it must not have been anything TOO
serious. Even so, she had left with this strained look on her face so I had
to wonder if maybe something WAS wrong and she just hadn’t told anyone about
it. I whispered to my dad that I would be right back and quickly made it out
just as the final verse was concluding.
Looking around, I didn't see any sign of her so I went down the stairs to
where the restrooms were and stepped inside the Women’s restroom. Tammy was
in there alone, leaning forward in front of the sink with her hands resting
on each side, holding herself up as she hung her head down.
“Hey kid, you OK?” I asked quietly, closing the door behind me.
Tammy looked up and me and grimaced, her face looking flushed and slightly
shiny with sweat.
“I don't know what happened, I just felt hot and weak all of a sudden,
thought maybe I just needed to walk around,” she replied slowly, not even
looking up at me as she did.
“Can I get you anything? I asked, moving in closer to her and putting my
hand on her back. Damn, she was trembling!
“Oh Kelly, what am I going to do?” she started sobbing, covering her face
with her hands.
As I had absolutely no idea what she was talking about, I just stood there,
waiting for her to spill it in her own time.
“I’m late,” she said simply.
Oh my god, the three words no girl wants to hear, at least not when you’re
sixteen! Damn, now THIS was more than I’d expected to be walking into, THAT
was for sure.
“Really... are you sure? Haven’t you ever skipped one before?”
Tammy started to sob again but I felt I was obligated to try and find out all
I could.
“Never... never ever,” she whimpered, “It’s always on schedule, ALWAYS... Oh
god Kelly, what am I going to do now?”
Immediately a million thoughts raced through my head. It was like being in a
time warp. It’s amazing how much you can process in such a situation! Who
was the father? Did she even have a clue? If she was as sexually active as
rumors had it, it could be any of several boys. God, what it if was her
dad’s... or her brother’s? How in the world was she going to deal with her
mother? It’s not like she would be supportive – more like throwing her out
of the house.
“Did you test yourself?”
Tammy shook her head, “No... I’m afraid to I guess.”
Yeah, like being in denial was going to determine if she was pregnant or not.
At the same time, it gave me a little to hope for. So far as I knew, Tammy
had been on the pill for years now, thanks to my mom’s friendly and
understanding gynecologist. So far as I knew, her mother had no idea she was
taking them because if she did, she no doubt would have raised hell with
everyone involved. Of course, nothing is 100% effective but still, the odds
were heavily in her favor.
“Look, right after church I'll stop and pick one up, OK?” I offered, “You
really need to be sure. It’s probably just your clock having a hiccup so
don't get so worried now.”
She didn't exactly become perky but at least the sobbing stopped. I hugged
her and she hugged me back, just two girls, two cousins, supporting one
another. She had grown quite a bit in the past couple of years but was still
a few inches shorter than me. She was quite a pretty girl, even with the
swollen eyes and red face.
“Look, I'll go back upstairs and tell everyone you’re ok... it’s just a woman
thing,” I told her.
My mom had taught me early on that if there was ever anything your didn't
want to discuss with a guy, just say it was a “woman thing” and that always
shut off the conversation. Guys no doubt had no idea what I was talking
about, but they didn't want to admit it so they just dropped the
conversation. I was sure if I went back up and used the old standby excuse,
nobody would worry any more about her, even if she didn't return to the
service at all.
Sure enough, when I got back to my seat my dad whispered to me, asking me if
everything was ok. I gave him the standard line and it was all I could do to
keep a straight face as he silently nodded, as if he knew what I was telling
him. Looking down the pews, I saw Kristi and Aunt Linda looking at me and I
just gave them the thumbs up, figuring I could explain it all to them later.
The rest of the service was a blur. Whatever satisfaction I had entering the
church regarding my dad’s cum in me was set aside by my concerns over Tammy.
Of course I had to believe like I was sure she was OK in front of her, but in
reality I had to wonder if maybe she WAS pregnant. After all, it wasn't like
she had a supportive mother to help her remember to take her pill on time.
Had she forgotten one? Even missing just one lowered the odds of being
protected dramatically.
Chapter 4 – Brunch
==================
After the service I quickly excused myself, asking my dad if he could hitch a
ride to the brunch as I had forgotten something that I needed to get. He
looked at me with a little question to his expression but he didn't push me.
I wondered if he connected it in any way with Tammy? Kristi managed to
corral me just as I got to the parking lot but I put her off as well. I
figured the fewer people that were in on it, the better, at least until I
knew for sure one way to the other.
I drove straight from the church to the nearest CVS and picked out a
pregnancy test kit, one that promised super fast and accurate results. The
woman at the checkout counter looked at me when I set it down on the counter
but I just ignored her. She could think whatever she wanted, I really didn't
care one way or the other.
Even with my stop, I’d left the church in such a hurry that I arrived at the
brunch at the same time as the others. My dad REALLY gave me the eye this
time, but I didn't say anything, again not wanting to say a word until I knew
for sure. IF it proved to be positive, there was plenty to discuss, that was
for sure. I worked my way over to Tammy and told her to meet me in the
restroom as soon as we got seated. She looked at me and I nodded towards my
purse. She didn't look especially happy about it but she shrugged and agreed
to meet me.
All I could think about as we walked into the ballroom where the brunch was
being held was Tammy. I’m sure I was getting plenty of looks from the men
and boys we passed on the way but this wasn’t the time for fun. I was much
more worried than I’d let on to Tammy. Like, if she WAS pregnant, how much
would come out about her sex life – not to mention how she got started?
Would anyone else in my family be implicated – maybe even me? How would she
deal with it? On the one hand, her mother would never go along with an
abortion but at the same time, I couldn’t imagine how she would handle a
pregnant daughter and bastard grandchild either.
As soon as we were shown to our table I told my dad that I needed to use the
girl’s room. Naturally he was suspicious but what man is going to question a
girl when she says she has to use the restroom, even if she is your daughter?
Tammy was right behind me and while the restroom was temporarily empty, I
took her by the hand and led her to the handicapped stall. It was a little
ironic in that I’d had some interesting experience in such stalls in the past
but never under such circumstances.
Once inside, I bolted the door shut and pulled the test kit from my purse.
Tammy gave me a questioning eye and to be honest, I wasn't sure how to use it
myself so I pulled out the instructions. It seemed pretty easy and
straightforward and then there was the longest five minutes of my life. It
was almost like I was the one being tested, at least you would have thought
so the way my stomach was churning and tied up in knots. I could only
imagine how hers was feeling!
Oh my god!! It was negative! Suddenly it was like this huge weight had
fallen from my shoulders. Tammy must have felt the same way, in spades, as
she slumped and I was afraid for a moment she was going to pass out so I let
her remain sitting on the toilet seat until she fully grasped what it meant.
“So that mean’s I’m not...,” she started out, almost afraid to finish the
question.
“That’s right girl, you’re OK,” I assured her. She started sobbing again,
except this time it was more from happiness than worry.
“Hey, I know how you feel... I’ve been late myself a few times... it’s
scary,” I tried to reassure her. “I’m sure it’ll start any time now.”
She settled down and I helped her wash her face off and fix her makeup. She
was smiling now and getting back to her normal perky self again – not quite
but at least on the path.
“Hey, let’s get something to eat!” I said, literally pulling her out of the
restroom.
Soon we joined our families and I could tell my dad and Kristi dying to know
what was going on. I assured them I would tell them everything but for now,
all was ok so not to worry. I wasn't about to start telling them until I had
the time to tell them everything.
The food, as always, was incredible. I sat at a table next to my dad with my
Aunt Linda and Kristi across from us. Then who should sit next to me but
Rick. I knew why he chose that seat – so he could look down my dress while I
ate – and stare across at Kristi and my Aunt at the same time! He wasn’t the
worst guy in the world, not nearly as bad as his dad, but he wasn’t exactly
subtle either. So far as I knew, he’d never done my mom’s sister, something
I had sometimes wondered about. I was sure the two of them had to discuss
him and Linda must have known what her sister and nephew were up to. Still,
to the best of my knowledge she never so much as flirted with him.
Actually, if you ignored Kristi’s boyfriends, I’d never seen my Aunt make any
sort of move with a guy much younger than her. I got the impression the main
reason she messed around with her daughter’s boyfriends was more from the
thrill of being a genuine MILF than any true attraction to them.
“Getting a good look?” I whispered to him after he made an especially obvious
peel down my top.
“Not as good as I’d like,” he came right back, not in the least intimidated
by me knowing what he was doing.
Then it hit me, like a fairy godmother has smacked me on the head with her
wand. What a day it had been already. First I’d woken and, as usual,
masturbated before driving to my dad’s where I was fucked quick and fast.
Then just as I thought it might be an erotic day at church, came along Tammy
and her potential issue. Well, THAT turned out to be all for nothing and now
here I was, leaning over to let my perverted cousin get a peek down my dress!
Indeed, that is exactly what I was doing, leading him on and getting myself
off knowing he was getting turned on by me.
Indeed, it hit me hard! Ever suddenly feel so incredibly horny you thought
you were going to burst? Has your pussy ever suddenly almost cramped with
the need to be fucked? Have you ever felt your face flush and your breathing
become erratic as the only thing you can think about is the dick on the guy
next to you? Well, if you have then you know how I was feeling all of
sudden. Masturbating had felt good but it only made me hornier. Being
fucked by my dad was fulfilling but it left me physically wanting.
I’d thoughts of masturbating in church and maybe even getting laid but all
those thoughts had disappeared when my cousin had her issues. It was like
the perfect storm, the waves of unfilled desires from all three events
converging on me at once, with the means to satisfy those desires sitting
right next to me. Of course, my dad was on the other side of me but in all
fairness, it would’ve been asking a lot of him for a repeat performance this
soon.
Getting it up again was NOT a problem for Rick, that was for sure. At twenty
years-old, he may no longer be technically a teenager but if anything, his
sexual prowess was stronger than ever. If anything, he was better than ever
as instead of being an aimless teenage boy, just wanting to stick his dick
anywhere he could put it, now he was more mature and had his emotions more
under control - but not TOO much so, thank goodness!
My legs were crossed and I squeezed my thighs together, making my pussy
twinge with lust. God, I wanted to be laid SO badly! Sure, I probably could
have found someone in the crowd or on staff, but why go through the bother
when there was a willing dick right next to me, just waiting for me to say
the word? It had been a long time since we’d had sex and no doubt, he
probably thought I was just teasing him as usual, but he had to have SOME
hope deep down that MAYBE he had a shot at me. Mmmmmmm, if only he knew.
Well, time to let him know!
Reaching over under the long tablecloth, I rested my hand on his crotch.
Sure enough, the bulge under his pants was there. If anything, the feel of
his dick under my palm made me even hornier, if that were somehow possible.
I looked over at Kristi, who was keeping a close eye on me and I saw her lips
tighten, trying not to smile as she obviously knew my condition – and what I
was doing about it. No doubt she would have joined had I asked, but there
wasn't all that much time and besides, I was in no mood for sharing at the
moment.
“You are SUCH a fucking tease, you know that?” Rick whispered to me.
I couldn't blame him for assuming I was just teasing him as after all, that
was what I usually was doing in such circumstances. However, in this case I
wasn't teasing – I wanted it – and bad!
“Follow me and we’ll see who’s teasing,” I responded with a naughty smile and
a wink.
Rick’s eyes widened and his eyebrows lifted. Then they narrowed and he
looked at me, apparently thinking I was just teasing him all the more.
“Yeah right,” he grumbled, figuring he was not going to be tricked again.
God, guys can be SO stupid sometimes!
Without another word, I excused myself from the table, telling my dad I had
to use the girl’s room again. He looked at me a little strange, as if to ask
me how many times I needed to use it today but he held his curiosity in check
and just waved me off, returning to his discussion with my Aunt. I looked
down at Rick and winked before picking up my purse and heading out of the
room. Looking back, I saw Rick folding his napkin and saying something,
probably some excuse for why he needed to leave for a while. He quickly
pushed his chair back in and met me in the hallway outside the ballroom.
“Well, what’s the story Kelly?” he asked, “Is this just another ‘tease poor
Rick’ escapade or what?”
I looked around but there were far too many people about to do anything TOO
forward. Instead, I leaned forward and whispered in his ear, “For crying out
loud, quit whining. Now do you want to fuck me or not?”
With that he grinned and replied, “Stupid question – where?”
Typical guy, leave it up to the girl to figure things out. Fortunately, I’d
already found the perfect place so I lead him down the hall to where the
restrooms were located. I had him stand outside the women’s restroom while I
went in to scope it out. Once again it was empty. There was another set
closer to the ballroom where most of the women must have been going but who
was I to complain?
“Hurry up, get in here!” I hissed as I opened the door and stuck my head out.
Rick looked up and down the hall and them after satisfying himself that
nobody was looking, he quickly stepped inside and pushed the door closed
behind him.
“Damn, no lock,” he cursed after checking out the entrance door.
“That’s OK, in here,” I said, opening the door to the same stall that Tammy
and I had occupied an hour or so earlier. Rick looked around and shook his
head, but smiling the entire time.
“This is insane, you know that, don't you?” he growled.
“What’s the matter, haven’t you ever done it in a public restroom before?” I
teased him.
“Hell no, have you?” he shot back.
At first I think he said that just to show he was no different than me, at
least in terms of our restroom sexual experiences, but when he saw the grin
on my face he realized he was wrong.
“Shit, you HAVE, haven’t you! You little slut!”
I just grinned, accepting the compliment, lame as it was. Rick wasn’t
wasting any time now that he realized I was serious. Before I could say
another word, he had reached out and pulled my dress down, exposing my boobs
as I had done for my dad earlier today.
“I’ve got to say, you have the best boobs in the family,” he whistled softly
as he reached out to grab them with both hands.
I doubted he had any idea how special that made me feel. Back when I was a
teenager my boobs were a constant source of frustration and embarrassment for
me. I was the last girl to NEED a bra in my circle of friends and while my
best friend was moving from a B to her first C cup, I was barely filling out
an A. Thankfully, my boobs didn’t stop developing until I was in my twenties
and today I’m quite proud of them, late as they may have been in arriving.
I reached behind me an untied the bow that gathered the dress around my
waist. Reaching down, I crossed my arms and grabbed the hem, pulling up and
over my head until I was left standing there with it in my hands. I hung it
up on a hook on the back of the stall door, then turned to him wearing just
my thong, hose and heels. He was staring at me, waiting for me to make the
next move and I knew what he wanted so I pulled my panties down to my ankles,
then stepped out of them; leaving me now in just my white hose and heels,
which I fully intended to KEEP on.
“So what do you think Rick?” I asked in a sultry tone, turning around for him
to get a nice view of my bare ass and then back to facing him again, my
nipples pointed out at him like missiles ready to launch.
The blank look on his face, the open mouth, the wide eyes, and most of all –
the bulge in his pants, told me all I needed to know.
“Well, are you just going to stand there or what?”
That seemed to jolt him back to reality and he quickly unbuckled his pants,
pulling them down with his boxers, leaving his shirt and socks on. It was
sort like a scene with Tom Cruise – minus the boxers. His dick as fully
erect now, sticking out between the tails of his shirt, peeking out like a
nasty serpent ready to strike. I reached down and grabbed it, holding it in
my hand.
“Mmmmmmm, now THIS is what I wanted for dessert,” I sighed as I bent my knees
until my face was level with his dick.
Looking up at him, our eyes met as I took his dick in my mouth. God he
tasted so good! Just the feel of his thick hard shaft in my mouth was enough
to get me going. I have to admit that Rick’s dick puts his dad’s to shame,
and my dad’s as well. It’s not only the longest of the three, but the
thickest as well and for me, thickness is more important than length. I'll
take a short thick dick any day over a long skinny one.
“Damn you suck dick so good,” he groaned, his head falling back as he pushed
it into my mouth by moving his hips towards me. “You really do enjoy this,
don’t you?”
Like duh!
I reached around him, grabbing his bare ass with my hands, pulling him into
me so he couldn’t thrust as much, letting me do more of the work on his dick.
His hands were on my head, pushing me I against his dick, trying to get me to
take it all my mouth. Now granted, I COULD take him all in but not every
time! As thick as he was, it was much more difficult to take him down my
throat than either of our fathers’ cocks but if I relaxed enough and took my
time, I could get it all in, at least for a few seconds until I had to catch
my breath again. Some girls claim to breathe through their noise when they
deep-throat but it’s never been that way for me.
It was only a matter of time before someone came in, plus I was sure people
had to be wondering where we had gone off to (although a few must have known
we left together, most of them would never have suspected the real reason we
were missing), so I stopped sucking him and stood up.
“Sit down,” I told him, pointing at the toilet seat.
Being a public restroom, there was no seat cover, just the ring. I debated
for just a second and then made my decision. Turning around, I backed into
him until my bare butt was touching his chest, and then lowered myself down
to his dick. Leaning forward a bit, I reached between my legs and grabbed
his stiff dick, lining it up with my pussy and then dropping down not it,
driving it all the way into me.
“Oh yeah... that feels soooooo good,” I moaned softly as I started to rock on
his dick, causing it to move in and out of me in the process. Damn my
cousin’s dick felt good in me!
Just then I heard the door open and then voices, like two women were coming
in. I leaned back against Rick, lifting my feet and putting them on his
legs, trying not to dig my heels in too hard but I had to do something so
only one pair of feet showed under the door.
Now I had no idea who these women were, but they sounded a bit older and they
were talking some gibberish about the younger women in their families and how
the kids had no respect for the elders and the usual crap old people complain
about. Evidently, they’d just come in to freshen up their makeup and gossip
because neither of the them seemed to make any effort to enter the stall next
to us.
In the meantime, I had Rick’s stiff pole stuffing my pussy as I tried to keep
my balance on his lap. As uncomfortable as it might be, it was extra erotic
for those two women to be just a few feet away as my cousin fucked me. Hmmm,
I wonder if they had known what we were doing if they would have liked to
have some of what was in my pussy for themselves? No doubt Rick was thinking
along those lines as well as he stayed as hard as a rock inside of me the
entire time they were there.
Finally the ladies were done and walked out, leaving me and Rick alone again.
It was a relief to be able to drop my legs down again, feeling a bit of a
tingle as the blood flowed back into them. Then I leaned forward, all the
while impaled on Rick’s dick like a Coney dog on a stick.
“That’s it Rick, now fuck me good!” I begged him, my pussy crying out to be
fucked harder.
Rick suddenly pushed me off his dick, evidently with something of his own in
mind. He grabbed me by my bare waist and turned me to the side so I was
facing the outer wall with the handicapped rails. He pushed my head down and
I leaned forward, grabbing the rails to maintain my balance.
“Spread your legs bitch,” he growled, trying to take control for himself
evidently.
It wasn't the time to argue male versus female dominance so I simply did as
he told me, knowing full well what his intentions were. Sure enough, as soon
as I spread my legs he was pushing his dick up against my ass again. Rick
knew better than to try for my asshole, but it DID feel good to have him run
his wet dick up and down between my ass cheeks a few times before he dropped
it down and positioned himself just outside my pussy hole.
“Damn I love your hot ass!” he said in a husky voice, thick with lust, as I
felt him entering me once again.
This time he had control and he determined the pace and the depth within me.
His hands grasped my bare hips, rocking me back and forth to meet the sharp
thrusts of his crotch against my naked bottom. While I may have been
embarrassed of my boobs as a teen, my ass was a different story. I loved
showing it off, especially when it helped draw attention from my less than
spectacular boobs. Short shorts, thong bikinis, even running around the
house bottomless in just a t-shirt, anything to show off my butt was fine
with me.
Had someone come in now, I’m not sure what we would’ve done but fortunately,
it was a mute point as we had the place to ourselves for the few remaining
minutes it took for Rick to fuck me. I was rubbing my clit as he stroked
himself in and out of me until FINALLY, I had my second orgasm of the day
(the first being when I masturbated so many hours before back at my
apartment).
“OH yeah, fuck me like that... just like that!” I moaned, the sharp jolts of
pleasure that my orgasm were creating in me making it hard for me to breath.
Damn it felt so good! Even if someone HAD walked in now, it wouldn't have
mattered. All I cared about at this moment was his stiff dick in me and how
it was making me cum!
Feeling me cumming must have helped push him over the edge as well as shortly
after I started, he suddenly pulled out of me and roughly grabbed me and spun
me around to face him. He started stroking himself and I knew he was close
to cumming. He was expecting me to open my mouth, just like those whores do
on all the porn movies, but I wasn't about to let some guy masturbate to get
himself off, not when I was there to do it for him! To me, it’s almost an
insult to have a guy finish himself off when I was right there Determined to
finish what I’d started, I pushed his hand away and started sucking on his
dick, giving it everything I had while at the same time, I was fingering
myself to keep my orgasm alive.
“Ahhhhhh!” Rick groaned as I felt his first shot of cum erupt and splash
against my tongue and the back of my throat.
Sure I would have preferred it in my pussy, but this wasn't exactly bad
either! Rick’s cum usually tasted pretty good and today was no exception.
Damn, he must not have jerked off for a while as it seemed to fill my mouth.
Indeed, I had to let a little seep out and over my lips, forming a puddle on
the tip of my chin before it dripped to the floor. Finally he finished and I
opened my mouth to show him his handwork, then swallowed it all down in one
large gulp, opening my mouth again like a kid proving she took her pill for
her parents.
“Ummmmm, now THAT was the dessert I wanted,” I said with a naughty grin as I
wiped his messy cum from my face with some toilet tissues.
With that we got quickly ourselves dressed. Before I let him leave the
stall, I checked the hallway and once the coast was clear, he made a quick
exit before anyone realized where he was coming from. I check my watch and
saw we had been gone for over twenty minutes. Wow, it had seemed a lot
longer but still, I could see people looking at us with that, “where have
they been?” look in their eyes.
“Hmmmmmm, someone’s being a little selfish today, isn’t she?” Kristi
commented in a soft voice to me as she stood next to me in line at the coat
check.
She was just teasing so I just grinned at her and she giggled as well. Then
I saw Tammy putting on her coat and went over to her to see how she was
doing.
“Feeling better now?” I asked.
“Yeah, it’s just hard to believe it’s all OK,” she sighed, “ I even ate a
lot. My stomach has been so upset I haven’t hardly eaten in days.”
“Well, you need to do something to take your mind off of things,” I
suggested.
“Like you just did with my brother?” she said accusingly.
Hmmmmmm, I hadn’t realized that she’d noticed so it took me a little off
guard.
“Like, everyone noticed you were both gone. I wonder what they would’ve said
if they knew what the two of you were doing?” she said, but a little more of
a twinkle in her eye this time.
“Well, maybe you should do the same when you get home.”
Tammy shook her head and then she said something that really surprised me.
“Nooooooo, I didn't tell you before but I thought it was Rick’s,” she
confessed as we started to walk out of the hotel, staying towards the back of
the family crowd.
“Really?”
“Yeah, actually I DID forget to take my pills a couple of days and that’s
when he was doing me a lot so I thought... well, you know,” she told me.
I felt a cold chill as I realized just how much that negative pregnancy test
meant now. Indeed, had I known her concern I would’ve been a LOT more
anxious about the results! Sheesh, talk about dodging a bullet!
“So I guess you can understand why I’m not ready to do it with him just yet
again,” she finished.
Well, even I can see the obvious when it hits me over the hard with a stick!
Still, I knew there was nothing better to take your mind off stuff than
getting laid. As I drove my dad to her house, I told him all about
everything. Of course he was shocked at first, but relieved that the test
had been negative. Then I told him about my words of advice for Tammy at the
end of our conversation. He sat there in the passenger seat silently until
we arrived back at his house so he could get his car.
We drove separately to their house from there, giving me even more time to
think about it. That’s when it hit me. Sheesh, it was so obvious, how could
I have missed it? As I parked on the street near their house and walked in,
I had a definite purpose to my stride as I knew exactly what needed to be
done.
Chapter 5 – My Dad and Tammy
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I doubt that anyone reading this will be at all surprised to learn what my
idea was. Face it, at this event there were only three “eligible” men when
it came to having sex with Tammy. One of them, her brother Rick, was
definitely not a good idea given her recent “scare”. No matter HOW bad I
thought she needed to get laid, I would NEVER even ASK her to have sex with
her boorish father.
So... that left just one guy – my dad. Of course I knew he wouldn’t turn
down any opportunity to have his way with Tammy, especially since it had been
such a long time since he’d last done her. She was growing up so fast now
that I’m sure he had to wonder at times what it would be like to be with her
now. She certainly wasn't the flat-chested little girl he’d been with a
couple of years ago, that was for sure!
Most people would say that there was an obvious flaw with my plan, one that
was just as obvious as the solution had seemed to be. With the entire family
in the house, WHERE could they do it?
At first it might seem to be the same problem he’d had to face regarding her
for at least the past year or so. Really, what excuse does an uncle use to
be alone with his teenage niece? And this is more than just “alone”, it has
to be sufficiently secret to allow them to have sex undiscovered. Trust me,
it’s not nearly as easy as the porn movies and erotic story tellers would
have you believe, especially when you are dealing with a mother as prudish
and suspicious as my Aunt Shari. It’s not that I think she ever even once
seriously thought my dad would ever DO such a thing. For her it was more a
generalization about men, especially adults. She, and many mothers would
likely agree with her on this, believed grown men simply did not spend time
alone with sexy teenage girls, especially HER sexy teenage daughter.
Fortunately, fact is often stranger than fiction. In my experience, one of
these so-called “strange facts” is that people tend to lose track of other
people more while at a crowded parties than at a smaller one. Think about
it. When just my dad and me visit his brother’s family, wouldn’t it be
readily apparent if my dad and Tammy disappeared at the same time? In
addition, with the house more or less empty, any “unnatural” sounds would
quickly be overheard by someone, making discovery almost a certainty.
In comparison, take a day like today with a houseful of people from different
families all packed together. The people are milling about, forming groups
and then splitting apart and creating new ones after some innocuous small
talk. Under these circumstances, should a couple of people be absent for a
short while, who would notice? Even if someone thought about it, odds were
they would just assume the “missing” people were with someone else in another
room perhaps. With everyone talking an d moving around, the house was noisy
and it was hard to hear even someone talking right next to you, let alone
hear anything going on behind closed doors.
So as unlikely as it might seem at first, when you take everything into
consideration, having the whole family over actually was going to make it
easier to pull off my plan!.
Sure enough, when I first entered the house the noise struck me, almost a
physical assault as everyone was trying to talk at the same time to everyone
else. My dad was saying something to my Uncle Paul, his older brother. Now
THAT was something I didn't see very often. Part of it was simply because we
seldom got together. Uncle Paul was also eight years older than my dad and
so they had never been close growing up.
Looking around, I didn't see Tammy, or even Kate for that matter. Odds were
the only teenagers at the gathering were probably holed up in downstairs the
bedroom they shared, trying to escape all the annoying relatives. During the
short drive over I’d thought a lot about my plan and I’d concluded that if
anything was going to happen, it needed to happen quickly, before our heavy
lunch settled in everyone’s stomachs causing the ruckus to die down, or maybe
even cause people to think about leaving once they’d spent their obligatory
time.
Actually, my plan was VERY simple and I’ve found that the simpler the plan,
the better - which meant this plan was GREAT. After quickly making the
required social rounds to say hello to everyone, I headed down the carpeted
stairs to the basement where the kids’ bedrooms were. As I mentioned, Kate
and Tammy shared a room while Rick, being the only boy, had his own. My aunt
and uncle’s master bedroom was upstairs, leaving the kids pretty much alone
most of the time. Unfortunately, since Tammy shared a room with Kate and
Kate would report everything to her mother, especially anything that she even
suspected about whatever Tammy might be doing. Rick, on the other hand, with
his own room, had quite a bit of privacy, plenty for my plans...
Sure enough, just as I had suspected I found Kate and Tammy holed in their
room. Kate reading a book while Tammy was fooling with her e-mail. Sticking
just my head through the door, I motioned for Tammy to come out, mumbling
something about how someone wanted to talk to her. She rolled her eyes,
assuming it was one of the relatives she hardly ever saw and didn’t want to
have anything to do with in the first place. If anything, Kate teased her
about it, all the better for me as it showed Kate had no suspicions
whatsoever about any ulterior motives I might have. Keep it simple...
As soon as the door was shut, leaving Tammy and me alone in the hallway, I
silently motioned towards Rick’s room, indicating to her that she should go
there and wait for me.
“Ewwwww, his room is disgusting,” she softly complained along with an upset
expression.
Well, I could just imagine how a twenty year-old guy, still living at home,
might keep up his room... or could I? Given what I’d seen of the apartments
of some of the guys I’ve dated, I felt I was prepared.
“Do you want to get laid or not?” I hissed at her, pushing her down the
hallway towards his bedroom.
“Kelly, I told you before... I don't want to do it with Rick,” she whined,
pushing back against me. like an obstinate donkey
“Who said anything about Rick?”
That caught her by surprise. Tammy turned to me and her eyes locked onto
mine, as if she was trying to read me to see if I was telling the truth.
“C’mon, you know how my dad loves to fuck you and girl, you NEED it right now
so quit being a pain and get in there and wait for him!”
Tammy huffed, more about me scolding her than anything else though. Then she
flashed me that fabulous naughty grin she’s perfected as she turned to go to
Ricks bedroom. Following her, it took just one look inside to make me
understand what she had meant about his room. Oh my god, it was a disaster
zone, that was for sure.
Regardless of the state of Rick’s bedroom, I didn’t have time to worry about
it so I just closed the door behind me and hurried back upstairs to find my
dad. Surprisingly, he was still talking to my Uncle Paul but I didn't have
time to wait for him to finish so I broke into the conversation, telling him
that I needed to talk to him about something.
My Uncle Paul was fine with it though, saying it was OK with him and then I
caught him giving me the once-over. Granted, he use to look at me that way a
lot more, more so though when I was younger,, but it had been a while since I
remembered seeing that look in his eye. It didn't mean anything in the long
run as I knew full well that the chances of EVER doing anything nasty with
him were LESS than zero. Still, it’s always nice to be looked at, regardless
of whose eyes they were.
“OK, what’s the big hurry?” my dad asked once we were out of earshot of his
brother.
“Well, you remember what I told you about Tammy,” I started.
“Yes... sort of hard to forget that sort of thing,” he interrupted but when
he saw me glaring at him he let me continue.
“Well, I think the best thing to make her feel better would be for her to get
laid, don’t you?”
My dad looked at me carefully before he answered, “Well, that’s ONE
possibility I guess.”
I sighed and looked at him like he was missing the obvious – which he was.
Then again, he probably knew exactly where I was leading this discussion but
he wanted me to be the one to make the suggestion.
“Well, just so you know... she’s all alone down in Rick’s room right now.
Soooooo... if you should just happen to know of someone who might like to
fuck her...”
My dad’s eye opened a little wider. Sure, he most likely suspected my
motives from the start but to actually find out the opportunity was there –
amidst all this bedlam and family, was just a little more than he was ready
to deal with.
“Yeow... do you really think NOW is the best time for that Kelly?” he
questioned me, “I mean, EVERYONE is here.”
“Exactly,” I retorted, “What better time could there be?”
He seemed to think about that one for a while and then it was like he
understood where I was coming from. Flashing me a grin, he turned and
without another word headed for the basement stairway after first taking a
quick look around to see if anyone was watching. My aunts and uncles were
spread out between the kitchen and front living room at the time so nobody
probably cared a bit where he was, even if they recognized his absence.
In the basement was also a family room with a wide-screen TV and a bar so
even if anyone HAD seen him go down the stairs, they would most likely just
think the family room was his destination. Seriously, why would any of our
relatives even suspect he was going down to fuck his sixteen year-old niece?
Well, maybe my Aunt Linda and cousin Kristi might put two and two together,
but surely nobody else. My intention was to give him a few minutes and then
follow him down. C’mon, do you think I was going to let them get going and
not be there to watch? The heck if I was going to stick around the relatives
talking about nothing while I knew what my dad and cousin were doing in the
basement! But then, proof that even simple plans can have bugs arrived.
Just as I turned to go, my cousin Rick pulled me aside.
“Hey... have you seen Tammy?” he asked.
Now it wasn't like Rick didn’t know about my dad and Tammy’s history, but at
the same time I really didn’t want to get anything started with him while my
dad and Tammy were going at it. Maybe I was just being overly cautious, but
I figured if Rick didn't have to know, why tell him? The trick of the matter
was how to keep him out of his room?
“Don’t worry about her... I know where she is... as a matter-of-fact I was
just about to go see her,” I said.
Well, technically it was a true statement, if not complete. Before he could
say anything though, I changed the subject and said coyly, “You know, I
really enjoyed our ‘dessert’ today at brunch.”
“Oh yeah, so you ready for seconds?” he said, a wicked expression on his
face.
Typical Rick, straight to the heart of the matter, especially when it came to
having sex. Subtlety was NOT one of his strong suites.
“Hmmmmmm, I tell you what... ,” I said slowly, hoping he would think I was
deep in thought, “How about you let me and Tammy have some time together and
then you can do me again after that, OK?” I bargained.
Again, it was technically true as I didn't say explicitly WHAT I was going to
do with Tammy but his perverted mind filled in the blanks quickly enough.
“So why not let me do the two of you together?” he countered.
“Sorry, sometimes girls just need some... ‘private’ time together,” I tried
to explain.
“OK, so I'll just watch,” he said, still trying to get in on the action.
”Oh Rick!” I said tersely, playfully slapping him. THIS time, though, he
finally got the message.
“OK, OK, but you promise me?” he said, giving in finally this time but still
negotiating for the near future.
“Yes..., I promise,” I said begrudgingly.
Actually, the more I thought about it the better it sounded. If things went
well with my dad and Tammy, and I had no doubt that they would, no doubt I
would be needing a quick fuck of my own and since Rick was available and
willing... heck, things might work out even better than I’d planned!
“Now you have to stay clear of your bedroom until I say it’s ok... hear me?”
I insisted, letting him think it would be just me and Tammy together.
My cousin looked at me sort of strange and I realized he didn’t understand
why Tammy and I were going to be in his room so I added, “Kate’s in their
room.” Enough said! I’ve long had this suspicion that Rick would have loved
to fuck the older of the two sisters but even he wasn't so stupid as to even
mention such a thing to her. With Kate, you may as well just say it straight
to their mother and get the beating over with sooner.
Rick frowned; clearly he wanted to at least watch and maybe under different
circumstance I wouldn’t have cared. If nothing else, it would have been fun
to see the guy get horny watching me and his sister together – driving him
nuts as we wouldn't be letting him in on the action.
With that he walked away to go somewhere. FINALLY! I rushed down the stairs
and quickly slipped into Rick’s room after making sure nobody was watching.
I fully expected them to get started without waiting for me and my gut
feeling was on the money yet again. Indeed, it was quiet the site to behold
as there was my dad, sitting on the edge of Rick’s bed with his pants and
underwear down to his ankles, with little Tammy kneeling between his hairy
legs, sucking his hard dick as if it was the yummiest lollipop ever created.
Tammy was still wearing the pretty dress that she’d worn to the Easter
Service although I noticed she had dispensed with the heels. Smart girl!
“Sorry Kelly, we thought you’d be here by now,” my dad apologized, looking up
at me.
Well, judging from the ear-to-ear grin on his face he couldn't have been TOO
sorry! Then he turned his attention back to his crotch where his youngest
niece was sucking away on his rigid dick. Tammy had been sucking dicks now
for almost two years and from what I’d heard, had earned herself quite a
reputation among the boy at school for her “skills”.
The thought ran through my mind that she was a lot more like me than her
other cousin, at least in that regard. As a teenager, I LOVED to suck the
dicks of the boys I knew in school. So much so that while I kept a pretty
good list in my diary of the boys I fucked, I didn’t even bother trying to
keep track of how many BJs I gave. As I’d shared with Tammy from the start,
it DOES make you quite the popular girl when guys know it’s practically a
given that they’ll get a blowjob on a first date with you, even if the odds
of getting anything more were substantially less.
Our cousin Kristi, on the other hand, had always leaned more towards getting
laid. She told me one night that it had something to do with how she wasn't
as picky about what went in her pussy as compared to her mouth - or whatever.
Well, as I said, apparently Tammy was more like me, sucking half the boys in
her class, or thereabouts, but severely limiting the number she actually had
sex with. I may be a little biased but I thought she was playing it pretty
smart.
“You know Kelly, she’s getting to be almost as good as you!” my dad claimed,
earning a naughty smile from Tammy as she looked to the side to watch me as I
took a seat on a chair by Rick’s desk. Well, she may be good, but not THAT
good!
“Damn that feels so good Tammy,” he groaned, pushing her head down onto his
dick.
He brushed her thick brunette hair to the side so I could see his dick
clearly as it disappeared into her sexy mouth. Then he reached down over her
back and pulled up her dress, revealing the white panties that were now
struggling to cover her tight little ass. Both of my dad’s hands slipped
down inside of the panties, reaching down to her butt and cupping a cheek
with each one as he leaned over her.
“Mmmmmmm, you’ve got such a tight little ass,” he complimented her, rubbing
it under her panties.
I could see the outline of his hands as they stretched out her panties,
kneading her butt like he was making bread. My pussy twinged as I admired
her “ass-ets”. Oh yeah, Tammy DID have one cute little bottom! Perhaps a
couple of extra pounds but they just gave all the more for my dad to grab as
he fondled her velvety smooth butt.
As he groped her bottom, Tammy let go of my dad’s cock and balls so she could
reach back to slide her panties down to her knees. Mission accomplished, she
went back to stroking the base of his dick, massaging his large hairy balls
as she kept a constant suction on his rigid shaft throughout the entire
maneuver.
My eyes barely blinked as I watched my dad play with her ass, running his
hands all over her baby-smooth butt and hips, making me a more than a little
bit jealous in the process! Mmmmmmm, I had such fond memories of how her
butt felt the last time the two of us had laid next to each other. Indeed, I
would have loved to step over and help him out but horny as I was, I knew my
place.
OK, so maybe I couldn’t join in but I wasn’t about to just sit there and
watch without doing SOMETHING! Reaching under my dress, I pulled my thong to
the side, allowing me to masturbate more easily as I stared at my dad and
little cousin. As focused as I was on them, my masturbating wasn’t exactly
something wild or extreme, but it felt a LOT better to touch myself instead
of just sitting there like a lump of clay. I was wet, soaking actually, and
my finger rotated slowly around my clit as I was mesmerized by the sight in
front of me. It had been ages since I’d seen my dad with my cute little
cousin and she’d grown up quite a bit recently. She was still just sixteen
but that was a far cry from the almost flat-chested fourteen year-old who had
given her virginity to this same man almost two years before.
My dad stretched his arm out even further, reaching into Tammy’s teenage
crotch, searching for her shaved pussy and then pushing his index finger
barely into her moist pussy hole, just far enough to wet it. He then pulled
it back and tasted her pussy on his finger, smiling at me as he did, knowing
full well that I would have loved to have smelled and tasted her for myself.
“Christ Tammy, you have one sweet pussy,” he said softly, sucking on his
finger to get every bit of it he could. “Damn it, I want more of where that
came from.”
With that he lifted her up and then grabbed her by the waist and set her down
on the bed. Tammy was plenty experienced enough now to know what to do as
she dutifully laid on her back while my dad pulled her panties off the rest
of the way, leaving her white anklets on her feet. He tossed her panties to
me, teasing me as he loved to do. Then he turned his attention back to his
niece, pushing her Easter dress up and out of the way to give him a clear
shot straight to her crotch.
Reaching under her smooth thighs, he lifted them up and back, rolling her
backwards slightly, enough to spread them apart and open her crotch up to him
without anything getting in the way. Tammy had been shaving her pussy for a
couple of years now, much to the chagrin of her mother who probably didn't
even trim hers. Wow! My dad wasn’t alone in his admiration for her pretty
pink pussy. It looked so smooth and clean, not a sign of the dicks that has
been violating it recently. Holding her legs up with his arms and hands, my
dad kneeled down and then plunged his face between her upper thighs, licking
her pussy and then smothering his face into her crotch.
Tammy gasped as my dad’s tongue played on her pussy, at first just lapping up
and down her pussy like a cat slurping up milk and then more focused on her
sensitive clit. Oh yes, I can certainly vouch for my dad in this department
– he’s one of the few guys I’ve known that can really lick pussy good – as
good as most girls even. I could hear him licking and sucking on her wet
little pussy, pushing his outstretched tongue into her hole, tickling her
just inside of her pussy. She was clearly enjoying it, that was for sure. I
was even more jealous now, except this time I was jealous of her instead of
my dad.
“Oh Uncle John... that feel so good!” she moaned, barely audible.
Tammy was squirming under his face, thrusting herself violently up and into
him as he licked and sucked her.
Knowing my dad, he could have stayed in that position for quite a while.
Usually, at least when he licked MY pussy, he hated to quit until I’d cum at
least once, preferably twice or even more. Today, however, as horny as he
was his maturity was revealed as he realized he didn’t have all that long
before someone would be wondering where he was... and where Tammy and I were
for that matter. I doubted anyone would put two and two together, but then
why even take such a risk? He must have shared the same feelings.
“God, you know I’ve been wanting to fuck you again for ages,” he said to her,
as he stood up and stoked his stiff dick in front of her.
Tammy, like the well- trained slut she was (I say well-trained in that I
think that while her experience certainly played a role, it was also Kristi
and my “lessons” that we’d had back when she was younger that also made her
more than your average school girl slut), grabbed her legs and pulled them
back even further, giving my dad a juicy target.
“God I want to be in you so bad,” he groaned as he stepped towards her,
directing the head of his dick into her crotch and rubbing it up and down her
wet pussy slit. I couldn’t really see Tammy’s face all that well with her on
her back and her legs in the way, but I WAS able to hear her.
“Fuck me Uncle John... please fuck me,” she begged.
Yep, that was my little slut! I was proud of my “student”. One of the
things I’d emphasized with Tammy from the start was to be sure to beg the guy
to fuck her. In this particular situation it wasn’t going to make any
difference as my dad was going to fuck her now no matter what she said. But
still, I knew my dad LOVED it when I asked him to fuck me, just as virtually
every man I’ve ever known loves to hear those words – “fuck me”.
I mentioned that my dad was going to fuck her now, no matter what she said.
You see, when my dad gets himself worked up into the lustful state he was in
now, incredibly horny and dying for some pussy, there was no stopping him
until he had accomplished his mission. In all honesty, at this moment I
think My Aunt Shari could have walked in and my dad would have ignored here
and continued to push himself inside Tammy, even as her mother desperately
tried to stop him.
God, how many times had I seen this look on my dad’s face before – that
hungry thirst, almost animal-like drive for sex that could only be satisfied
one way. It could be almost frightening at times as I knew when he reached
this state of mind that he was going to fuck me (or Tammy in this case), and
it didn't matter what I said anymore other than to encourage him.
Fortunately I trust my father explicitly so it never had bothered me to
submit myself to him at these times and I knew Tammy trusted him as well to
make her feel as good as he could while he satisfied his own incestuous
desires as well.
Holding his dick in one hand, grabbing her ankle with the other, my dad
rotated the head of his dick around her wet pussy hole, working it slowly
inside of her as if he was trying to start a large screw into a fleshy piece
of wood. Tammy gasped audibly as the mushroom head of his erect dick forced
its way into her waiting pussy, stretching her apart as he leaned forward,
driving it further and further inside of her. Even as wet as she was, her
pussy had to be incredibly tight as I could see my dad’s dick straining as he
worked to push it even deeper into her.
Now I like to think my pussy is still pretty tight, especially for being 24,
but there’s no denying that a sixteen year-old teenager whose been fucked by
maybe at most a couple dozen guys, at most – probably a lot less, has a
distinct advantage when it comes to the tightness of her pussy.
“Fuck Tammy... you’re always so damn tight!” my dad grunted as he held his
erect dick by the base, giving it more support as he pressed even harder into
her.
I could just make out that he was past the half-way mark now, with Tammy
grunting each time he pushed it further into her. My dad might not have the
biggest dick in the world I doubt many of the teenage boys she’d had were a
lot better. OK, so Rick definitely had the biggest dick in the family, at
least that I knew of, but even at age twenty he still hadn’t learned to use
his impressive tool with the expertise of my father.
“Oh Uncle John, it feels so big inside of me... god it’s filling me up!”
Tammy moaned, then she encouraged him to push it in deeper. Oh yeah, quite
the little slut my cousin can be!
With aloud grunt, my dad thrust his hips forward, this time driving his dick
completely into my cousin’s pussy. At first he just held it there, gasping
for air as he rotated his hips slowly to grind his cock around inside of her.
My pussy was crying out as I recalled how it had felt this morning to have
that same dick inside of me! Mmmmmmm, Tammy was a lucky girl!
My dad was totally lost now, completely consumed with the lust of fucking a
sixteen year-old teenager, and his littlest niece at that. His vocabulary
consisted of nothing but grunts and moans now as he started to really work
his dick in Tammy’s hot little pussy. As I watched, mesmerized by the sight,
he would rapidly push himself into her and then slowly pull out until he was
just barely in her, then thrusting back hard to force himself back inside of
her again.
One of Tammy’s hand reached down and started to play with her steaming pussy
as my dad’s dick continued its assault, sliding in and out of her just below
her fingertips. In order to see better I stood up and moved over to the bed,
taking a seat at the end where I could watch my dad’s dick as it appeared and
then disappeared back inside of her, repeating that over and over and over
again.
Although Tammy’s upper body was still covered by the dress, everything from
her belly button down was bare, except for the socks on her feet. Her eyes
were shut tight, as she concentrated totally on the battering being made by
my dad’s dick on her tight little cunt.
“Faster,” she whispered hoarsely, her hand flying now against her pussy and
clit, “Fuck me faster Uncle John... make me cum.”
From the way her voice sounded and the thrusting movements she was making
underneath him, I didn't doubt she was close. My dad looked over at me where
I was masturbating as I watched and grinned. He was loving every second of
this, no doubt about it! He was fucking a teenage girl while watching his
daughter masturbate. What more could he ask for?
“Ohhhhh!” Tammy suddenly moaned loudly – almost too loudly for my peace of
mind.
Then she cried out again, one long, continuous moan that seemed to last
forever until she gasped for air and then her hips bucked up under my dad and
I saw her back arching while her head tossed back against the bedding.
Mmmmmmm, my little cousin was cumming and none too soon at that, as I doubted
my dad was going to be able to hold himself back much longer under the
circumstances.
“That’s it Tammy, cum for me... oh yeah, cum for your Uncle John,” he
encouraged her, “Oh fuck me, you’re squeezing my dick so hard!”
Indeed, he looked almost in pain as he held himself still in her. I wasn’t
sure if in the throes of her orgasm she was gripping his dick so tight he
literally couldn’t move it or if he was trying to hold back from cumming
himself, trying to stretch out the moment as long as possible. Odds were, a
little of both was the most likely explanation.
Tammy suddenly dropped back down to the bed, sucking in a deep breath and
then exhaling it loudly before taking another. His dick released from her
vise-like grip of Tammy’s spasming pussy, my dad once again stroked himself
in and out of her, thrusting himself hard into her crotch, driving himself as
far into her wet little pussy as he could. When he pulled out, he would go
as far as he could until the tip of the head of his dick was all that was
left in her, then reversing direction and pushing it back in her again. Once
he misjudged himself and his dick flopped out of her, causing her to moan and
whine like a baby that had lost its bottle but he was quickly back in her
again, easily slipping himself into her soaking wet pussy.
“I’m gonna cum... gonna cum in you,” he gasped, his face red with the
exertion of fucking his young niece.
My dad’s head arched back as his hips thrust into my cousin’s horny pussy,
grinding his hairy crotch into hers as he grimaced, almost like he was in
some form of pain. My dad seemed to be holding it back, trying to keep
himself from exploding into her as long as possible, and then he did it.
With a noisy gasp I saw his butt clench and his hips thrust even harder
against her as I knew what was happening - my father was shooting his
incestuous sperm deep into his hot little niece!
“Oh Uncle John... I can feel you cumming in me,” she barely got out.
Over and over his hips thrust and I knew each time they did, yet another load
of my dad’s hot sperm was now inside of Tammy. Then there was one last hard
thrust and he was spent, his cock slipping out of her, covered with their
cum. Tammy dropped her legs and let them hang over the side of the bed,
laying there motionless as if she was totally spent as my dad took a seat
between the two of us. For a second I was actually worried about him a
little, as he struggled to breath and his face was a deep red color. Wow,
what was his blood pressure about now?
I stood up and looked at the two of them. What a sight, that’s for sure. My
dad sitting there with his pants still down at his ankles, his dick softening
quickly as he balanced himself on one hand, his chest still heaving up and
down from the exertion of fucking his niece. My hot cousin was laying there,
motionless as well, as she cupped her freshly-fucked pussy with both hands,
pulling her palms in tight against her crotch, not really moving them but
more like she was just holding herself like she couldn't believe what my dad
had just done to her.
There’s not a jury in the world that would convict me for what I did then.
Actually, to have just stood there and done nothing would have been the
criminal act. Instead, I bent over and took my dad’s now half-flaccid cock
in my mouth, immediately tasting the sweetness of Tammy’s young pussy on it
along with the sharper, more distinct flavor of my father’s cum. He
shuddered as my tongue played over the head of his still ultra-sensitive
dick.
Once I’d cleaned off his dick, I turned my attention to Tammy. Prying her
hands out of the way, I assumed a position quite similar to what my dad had
been in not that long ago. God the scent of her naughty pussy was incredibly
strong now after having just cum and being fucked so hard! Indeed, she
tasted especially strong as well, not to mention the added flavoring provided
by the remains of my dad’s cum as it seeped out of her. My tongue flicked
over her still-swollen clit, causing her to jump involuntarily, like when the
doctor hits your knee with his little hammer and you react without any
control. God she tasted so good! I’ve always said I loved the taste of my
own pussy better than any other but I could have made a case for Tammy’s
right about now!
With that I stood up and adjusted my thong back in place. Checking my watch,
I saw that it had been well over a half-hour since I’d left Rick and no doubt
SOMEBODY had to be wondering where at least one the three of us was.
“Let’s go you two horny toads, you know we can’t stay in here much longer,” I
prodded them.
A pair of groans was all I got in response but I wasn't about to let them off
the hook THAT easily. Grabbing their hands, I pulled them up and both of
them begrudgingly got their clothes back in place again. Tammy pulled her
panties back on and I loved watching her hands work underneath against her
cute bare bottom to adjust it back into place. My dad had it pretty easy as
well, simply pulling his underwear and pants back up again, tucking in his
shirt, and tightening his belt.
“Why don’t you check to see if anyone's out there?” I suggested to my dad,
figuring it would be less difficult for him to explain why he was in Rick’s
room than either me or Tammy.
My dad opened up the door, stuck his head out, and then pulled it back in,
giving the thumbs up. As he started to leave, I hissed at him, “DAD! Don’t
forget you have to wash up first!”
Indeed, I was sure all three of us smelled like a Nevada whore house on a
Saturday night at the moment, especially my dad and freshly fucked Tammy. My
dad went first, quickly returning after what must have been a cursory hand-
washing at most. I started to ask him if he had washed his face but figured
what the heck if the rest of the family couldn’t take a joke! Well, actually
I knew it was useless to press him further so I just hoped and prayed nobody
got a good whiff of him. Tammy and I went to the bathroom together. Once
inside, she said something to me for the first time since I’d walked into
Rick’s bedroom earlier.
“Well, I hope your dad’s happy now,” she said to me with a smile.
At first I wasn't sure how to take what she said. Was she trying to say
she’d done it just for him without really wanting it for herself?. Maybe I
was reading too much into it, trying to look for a way that she might be
trying to say she had done it only for him, or for me.
“Well, it looked to me like someone here came pretty good herself!”
Tammy looked at me, almost a little sheepish. “Well... he DOES fuck pretty
good for an old guy.”
Well, considering my dad was almost three times her age, I couldn't really
say anything about the “old guy” characterization. Still, she didn’t have to
put it QUITE that negatively. Heck, when I was her age I loved doing guys my
dad’s age. They always treated me so much nicer and cared more about making
ME feel good and not just about getting themselves off.
“Better than your own dad?”
Instantly I regretted the question as her entire body sagged and the smile
disappeared from her face. She didn’t actually say anything, but her body
language and facial expressions were enough to confirm my worst worries about
her home life. I’d always hoped that being she was his own daughter that her
father would treat her better than he treated someone less closely related,
like me.
To be blunt, my uncle is an asshole when it comes to sex and if it wasn't for
my dad’s lust for Tammy, I would never let him touch me ever again. Well,
just as I have to grit my teeth and bear it at times, yielding to him for the
greater good, apparently Tammy was in same the position herself. I could
only imagine how her father would react if she ever tried to say no to him.
With everything else she was involved in, it wasn't like she could go to
anyone to protect her either.
Oh well, there was nothing I could do about it now. A little makeup and some
perfume and we were set to go. Just one last thing...
“Do you have any other panties?” I asked her, being mindful that hers had
been wet already when my dad tossed them to me, and I could only imagine what
state they were in now with her standing up and my dad’s cum draining from
her and into the crotch.
Tammy giggled, understanding what I was getting gat. With a sly grin back on
her face, she reached under her dress to pull them off. Yes indeed, they
were quite a mess! I was tempted to ask her if I could keep them as a
souvenir for my dad but then I realized I had no way to hide them so I just
let her throw them in the laundry hamper. Didn’t her mother ever notice the
stains on her panties? A question for another day...
“You know Kelly, maybe I should just go without any?” she teased me but we
both knew that THAT wasn't the best of ideas at ANY time in her house, let
alone having just been fucked by my dad. “Oh now don’t be so serious... I
know better... I'll have to get some from my room so hopefully Kate’s out.”
Indeed, Kate was nowhere to be found so Tammy quickly pulled out a fresh pair
of panties and slipped them on over her heels and up her legs. With that, we
were about as ready as we would ever be so the two of us headed back upstairs
together. Sure enough, we were met at the top of the stairs by her wicked
witch of a mother.
“THERE YOU ARE! Where have you two been? I’ve had Kate looking all over for
you girls,” my aunt griped at us.
Right on cue, her little minion Kate appeared from behind her, giving us that
spiteful little smirk that she liked to put on when her mother couldn't see
her. We just ignored her and went to the living room to mingle once again.
I saw my dad talking to his older brother again. Gee whiz, this was the most
I’d seen them talk in ages! The two of them looked at Tammy and me and I
knew exactly what was running through my dad’s head at that moment. At least
he didn't get hard again!
As for my Uncle Paul, he was tougher to read. Indeed, he DID give both of us
the once-over but then, I would have been surprised had he not. Still, was
there something more there than met the eye? Over the years, I’ve tease him
and my Uncle Jim mercilessly and while that eventually led to my Uncle Jim
fucking me, I knew the odds of Uncle Paul doing anything even close to the
same had to be at least a million to one. It never hurt to dream though!
Then I remembered my promise to Rick.
Maybe if I left fast enough...
THE END
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