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