Subject: Revealed for the First Time (FM, FMM, incest, F-solo, M-solo, oral)
By: Kelly <pghkelly@yahoo.com>
Diary Date: January 22, 2010
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!!!WARNING!!!!
This file is a work of fiction containing sexually explicit material which may
include depictions of underage, nonconsensual and unprotected sex as well as
incest and adultery. It is not intended to implicate any person or action by
them or me, nor advocate such practices. If you can't separate fantasy from
reality, get professional help - FAST!
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Summary:
Ever since the first time I had sex with my dad, Rule #1 has always been,
“Don't tell anyone about it.” Of course I talk about it on-line but then nobody
there knows who I really am so it’s safe.
While it’s one rule I can say I’ve followed religiously, there HAVE been two
exceptions. My friend Beth and my mother’s friend Tammy are the only people
outside of my family that has ever seen me having sex with my father – at least
the only people that knew he was my father at the time. I have NEVER told any
of my boyfriends because all it takes is one bad breakup and who knows what they
might spill and to whom. As erotic as it sounds, it’s just not worth the risk.
Then again, there is always a first time for everything I guess...
Table of Contents:
Chapter 1 – Rules
Chapter 2 – Randy & His Sister
Chapter 3 – Revealing the Truth
Chapter 4 – Convincing My Dad
Chapter 5 – Getting Ready
Chapter 6 – The First Time
Chapter 1 – Rules
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Let’s set the record straight from the beginning...
My name is Kelly and for the past eight years, since I was sixteen years old,
I’ve actively practiced incest with my parents and several immediate relatives
including an aunt, uncle and three cousins (two girls and one boy).
Hmmm, saying it like that somehow makes it sound like I’m standing up in front
of a AA meeting confessing to being an alcoholic. Well. that couldn't be any
further from reality. There’s nothing I’ve done with my parents or other family
members that I need to “confess”. There is nothing I have done sexually with my
family that I regret. OK, maybe there were a couple of time with my Uncle Jim
that I’d like to be able to erase from my memory but overall you know what I
mean. On the other hand, there are LOTS of things over the course of those same
years that I regret NOT doing - but that’s a different issue for another time.
So essentially the only time I tell people that I practice incest is when I’m
on-line. Thanks to the Internet and porn industry, it’s not surprising that the
first thing that comes to their minds are images of pedophilia, wild family
orgies, slutty teenage girls flaunting themselves shamelessly to their fathers,
in addition to all sorts of sordid and perverted practices, all of which are
heavily promoted by porn sites. Truth is, I’ve never seen a web site that
discusses incest in an intelligent and practical manner. Instead, incest is
always portrayed so as to encourage the perverted fantasies of the predominantly
male population that supports such sites.
One of the many reasons I post my own web site is to provide a place where
people can come and see how REAL incest works in a REAL family, not the crap you
find on the porn sites. On my site I have posted a number of articles about how
I feel about incest so I won’t repeat them all here, but suffice to say while I
believe incest can be the foundation for a loving and respectful relationship
between family members, I recognize that it can also be easily abused. More
than anything I hate it when people use “incest” as a rationale to abuse their
children. In the same vein I also despise web sites that promote incest as
being pornographic in nature. It’s because of the way incest is portrayed in
the media and Internet that when I say I am involved in incest, people instantly
jump to a number of totally wrong assumptions leading to conclusions about me
that are totally messed up. This is also one of the biggest reasons why I never
tell anyone in my “real” life what I do in the privacy of my home with my
family.
Another reason I never talk about incest with friends is more practical – it’s
illegal. Whether it SHOULD be or not isn’t the issue (you might find it
surprising to learn that personally, I think it should remain illegal).
Unfortunately, because it IS illegal, “holier than thou” crusaders will try to
ruin the lives of someone without ever taking into account whether or not
anything harmful has actually taken place.
Not only is incest illegal, but if I revealed to people WHEN I started having
incest, that could also lead to problems should such information get in the
wrong hands. By the time I was sixteen I was no virgin – far from it. Still,
despite the fact I was quite active sexually already, my father could have been
charged with statutory rape for having sex with me at that age. Now that I’m 24
I don't worry about it – what are they going to do, arrest him for what he did
years ago without me pressing charges? I sorta doubt it.
Still, even if no legal action were taken, the very fact that such information
was made public would be enough to ruin my father’s legal career and before it
was all over, the lives of everyone in my family would undoubtedly be negatively
impacted. As I mentioned earlier, most people only see incest as it is
portrayed on the evening news and Internet so it would be only natural for them
to condemn my parents as being abusive. Some have tried to claim that I was
“groomed” by them as I grew up to where I thought I was the one initiating sex
when it was actually the inevitable result of years of preparation by my
perverted parents. That is all so much crap I wouldn't even know where to start
but sadly, it’s probably what would happen if things became public knowledge.
Unlike a few “talks” I’d had with my mom earlier when I was growing up (stop
masturbating in public, that skirt is way too short, etc.), my parents never
actually sat down and told me not to say anything about what we did, at least
not directly. I was sixteen when I first had sex with my parents. By the time
I reached that age, I knew full well the potential consequences. My parents
treated me as an adult and I behaved as one.
As much as I know it’s the right thing to do. It’s been hard at times NOT to
tell people. I’m not ashamed of what I do, not even a little bit. I’m proud
that my father sees me as more than just a daughter but also as a sensuous woman
who can satisfy his deepest needs. Nothing would make me happier than to be
more intimate with him in public so I could show people how much I love him and
let them see how much he loves me. Reality bites.
The closest I’ve come to revealing the truth was to my boyfriend back when I was
almost engaged to Duane. At the time I struggled as to whether I should wait
for him to propose and THEN tell him, or to just tell him and get it over with.
When I was convinced he was about to propose to me I decided to do a little
experiment to try and gauge what his response might be when he found out that
his girlfriend was also having sex regularly with her dad. The experiment
involved letting him know about my Ant Linda and cousin Kristi. After he had
sex with them together, things went downhill from there and in the end we broke
up. He then tried to ruin my teaching career and everything got so horribly
confusing for a long time. Although it all worked out in the end, I learned a
valuable lesson – NEVER tell anyone about incest. Well, when I get an actual
marriage proposal I will but not a moment earlier.
Actually, there are two people outside my family that know the truth. One is my
mom’s best friend Tammy, who lives in Oregon. Since my mom’s accident I haven’t
see Tammy and I doubt I’ll ever see her again now. It doesn't matter since I
would NEVER worry about her telling anyone given her close friendship with my
mother over so many years. The other was my best friend Beth. Now THAT was
rather interesting in how it came about as she actually had sex with my dad
before she knew he was fucking me also. Like Tammy, I have no worries at all
about Beth as we’ve been best friends since my earliest memories.
Interestingly, there ARE a few guys who HAVE seen my dad fuck me. The important
thing is they didn’t have any idea at the time that I was his daughter. It
involved some my dad’s clients who thought I was a hooker he’d hired for the
evening. It’s a long story so all I'll say here is that it was the first time
anyone outside my family had seen me fucked by my dad and it was REALLY hot –
for all of us! Still, such opportunities don't just pop up every day.
So it all boils down to this – I simply don't tell people about my incestual
relationships because it’s in everyone’s best interest that I don’t. Note that
by “everyone”, I mean everyone important to me, NOT everyone who might be
interested. I’d like to think that not even our closest friends and neighbors
have a clue. Sure some of them may not exactly consider me to be shy, to say
the least, but there’s a BIG difference between someone thinking you’re a slut
and that same person knowing that you have sex with your dad!
Chapter 2 – Randy & His Sister
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Back in high school when I was a senior I briefly dated Randy, a junior. I
usually didn’t go out with guys younger than me but he was a bit of a nerd and
for the first time, I was someone’s “first” which was pretty cool. There are
several entries in my diary regarding those days, plus a few more recent ones
involving the time we’ve spent together since he moved back to the ‘burgh in the
fall of 2009 after being laid off in California. We aren’t exactly “exclusive”,
but for the most part I think we both have enough fun together that we don't
feel the need to seek out too many other people to keep us happy. There’s never
been a moment when I thought I’d want to marry the guy, but I enjoy being with
him and the sex is great so what more can I ask for now?
There is one special thing about Randy that makes him unique, at least so far as
guys I’ve dated. While I’ve met tons of guys on-line who claim to be involved
in incest, I’ve never actually met anyone in real life who was. WAY back when I
was first getting sexually active I got involved in a situation with my
boyfriend and his mother, but that was almost ten years ago and I never really
did find out what the whole story was. You can imagine how my curiosity was
peaked when I found out that Randy was fooling around with his older sister.
There’s an entry in my diary regarding what happened between Randy and his
sister not too long ago. Briefly, I watched them having sex on their parents’
bed, the same bed where Randy use to fuck me back in high school and where his
sister caught us once. This time she didn't know I was hiding in the closet
watching everything they were doing. Then again, had she known I was there she
never would’ve done it in front of me given the way she feels about me being
with her brother. Lots of baggage there but you should get the idea. Still, it
made Randy the first guy I’ve met who was having sex with his own sister, at
least for real. Nobody else in his family was involves and his
ultraconservative parents would have freaked had they known, but it was the
first case of incest I was aware of outside my own family.
When it comes to what Randy knows about ME..., well, let’s just say not as much
as I’m sure he would like to know. He has seen me and my cousin playing
together, but then at times it seems so has half the south side of Pittsburgh!
Just come to a party where the two of us are goofing around and you’d have to be
blind not to know SOMETHING has to be going on between us. Then again, we are
cousins and FEMALE cousins at that, so nobody much seems to care all that much –
especially the guys. Of course, it’s not like we’re dating or anything freaky
like that.
Other than my cousin Kristi, whom Randy has fucked himself a few times in the
past, he doesn’t know about anyone else in my family so far as sex goes. Until
now, it was my intent that it stay that way – just as it has been with every
other guy I’ve dated, no matter how serious things may have gotten. Granted,
that was all before I knew he was screwing his sister on a regular basis...
Chapter 3 – Revealing the Truth
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After that time when I watched Randy and his sister doing it on their parents’
bed while I lurked in the closet, we never really talked a lot about it. It was
just one of those things we seemed to reach a mutual consensus on without really
saying anything out loud – no discussion about him and his sister. He actually
seemed to be a little embarrassed by it all. I really couldn't blame him as
all of the reasons I mentioned before as to why I don't discuss incest with
boyfriends probably applied to him as well to one degree or another. As for me,
I sensed his insecurities and it also made me wary of talking about it as I end
up inadvertently sharing something about me in the process just to make him feel
better.
As time passed, I couldn’t help but wonder more about Randy and his sister. It
was a fluke getting the opportunity I’d had the first time so I was under no
delusions that I’d ever see them having sex again. In fact, I hadn’t even seen
her since then as she lived on her own and never seemed to be at her parent’s
home when I was there with Randy. Since Randy wasn't bringing up the issue, it
didn't seem right for me to either. Still.... when I meet him and we are doing
it, I can’t help but wonder what they did last night? Was the same dick that
was buried in me now deep inside his sister’s pussy last night? Was that faint
odor I smelled when I sucked his dick the lingering scent of his sister’s pussy?
To be honest, it was driving me a little crazy at times.
Not to go off on a tangent, but what is “worse”, at least in the public’s eye –
a father fucking his daughter or a brother doing his sister? It’s really not a
fair question as it’s sort of like asking a man if he has stopped beating his
wife. Personally, I DO see a difference, not so much as to whether one is any
more “right” or “wrong” than the other, but rather in terms of emotions and
submission.
As an only child. I’ve never had the opportunity to have sex with a brother
since I was an only child. Still, I know that at least in my fantasies the sex
would have been more for fun than anything else. Having a horny brother on hand
for sex whenever I needed it would be convenient, not to mention downright handy
when I was hornier than usual, but I couldn't see it being anything all that
emotional like it was when my dad fucked me. Maybe I’m looking at it wrong, but
I would think that the sex would be all about getting ourselves off more than
anything involving “love” or emotions.
In contrast, sex with my dad is ALL about emotions. He’s 45 now and face it,
from a purely physical perspective it’s not quite the same getting drilled by a
23 year-old stud like Randy. At the same time, sex with my dad is much more
fulfilling in that during sex and afterwards I feel a sense of love and respect
that lingers on long after he has cum in me. While sex with Randy is physically
incredible (the boy has one talented dick), it always leaves me wanting more,
like I’m some sort of drug addict craving her next fix. I guess you could also
say that I have sex with my dad because HE wants it whereas I have sex with
Randy because I want it. My duty as a daughter is to please my father but with
Randy, while of course I try to make him happy the most important thing is that
I get what I want.
So back to my original question, “What is “worse”– a father fucking his daughter
or a brother doing his sister? “ The reason I ask that now is because it was
central to my thoughts and considerations when it came to what I would tell
Randy – and even more so, what I would NOT tell him. The important question was
if he knew I was having sex with my dad, would the consequences of having his
own incestual relationship with his sister be enough incentive to keep his mouth
shut about me and my dad?
Knowing Randy’s parents, I had to believe the answer to my question would be
yes, there WOULD be sufficient consequences, at least enough for him not to want
to have his own secrets revealed. His mother in particular was almost insane
when it came to premarital sex, so I could only imagine how she would react to
her own kids having INCESTUAL sex. God, that would probably send her off with a
stroke!
There was also the question that even if Randy COULD be trusted, what did I have
to gain from revealing the truth to him? It’s not like our sex would be any
different – my god we already fuck like rabbits as it is! At this point I
couldn't picture my father fucking me in front of him any more than him doing me
in the public square at noon on Saturday. So what would be the point in telling
Randy anything?
Perhaps I was all wrapped up in this train of thought because in some ways I
just wanted to tell someone my secrets... ANYONE! Holding it in all these years
was really tough at times and just once I wanted to see the look in a guy’s eyes
when he found out the truth about me. Considering Randy’s own incestual
experiences, I was pretty sure it would be a look of lust, not disgust, one of
excitement and desire. Mmmmm, I could only imagine the sex we’d have
afterwards! Would he want to role-play with me as his daughter and him as my
daddy?
Whenever major decisions such as this arise, I have one sure-fire way of
handling them – procrastination. Fast decisions are rarely good decisions, at
least when I make them. Most of my major screw-ups in life can be traced back
to a quick decision made in the heat of the moment. I’m sure there are those
people to whom such decisions come easily, but not for me. Thus after seeing
Randy and his sister together, I tabled any thoughts of sharing what I’d done
with my dad with Randy and bided my time, figuring God would reveal the proper
time and place to me. Well, despite my persistent prayers God certainly took
his sweet time about it...
New Years Eve came and I almost told Randy then. Rather than going out and
doing something wild like I usually do to celebrate the new year, I decided to
stay home with just Randy and my cousin. Being the numbers were such that he
was the only guy, I couldn't be selfish and so I shared Randy with Kristi
throughout the evening. However, when it came to the clock striking midnight,
he was MY boyfriend so I made sure that I was the one he was fucking as the ball
dropped at Times Square. Our timing was just a little off – I wanted him to
explode in me just as the ball hit bottom but he was a couple of seconds late.
Still, not too shabby considering his orgasms aren't exactly something he can
control with all that much precision – I have enough stained outfits to prove
it.
Afterwards, as we lay in my bed still tied together, I thought it might be the
perfect time to tell him my “secret”. Then, just as I was about to say
something, my horny cousin plopped down on top of the two of us and that was
that. The sex was great, of course, but the mood had definitely changed and it
just didn't feel right telling him when he was falling asleep next to me,
especially with my cousin sandwiching him in from the other side.
It wasn’t until a couple of weeks later that the right moment finally presented
itself. This time I was at his house for a quick fuck after we’d gone out to a
movie. His parents were out and we were both horny as hell so we figured why
waste another half hour or more driving back to my place, especially since
Kristi would likely to be home and the odds were pretty slim that she would
leave us alone for long. Not that it would be so bad if she didn’t, but I had
other things in mind for which I needed his undivided attention.
Just for fun, I coaxed Randy into fucking me in his sister’s old bedroom. She
lived in her own place but her parents still kept it as “her room”, sort of
nostalgic for the old days I guess. He wasn't too thrilled about the idea but
it didn't take much to convince him it was in his best interests. Really, when
has a man ever told me “no” about anything when I had his dick in my mouth?
Just doesn't happen... LOL
For better or worse, Randy came pretty fast. Whether it was he was just that
awfully horny or doing it in his sister’s bed turned him on, it was only a
matter of minutes before he was cumming and shooting sperm all up inside of me.
As I felt him releasing himself in me I couldn't help but feel a sense of
satisfaction in how well I’d “trained” Randy. When we first starting fucking
again he was all into this crap of pulling out and wanting to spray his cum all
over me like he was marking his territory or something like that. Sure it may
be the standard porn movie conclusion, but I hated it for two reasons. The
first was more practical - it left a mess all over me and was a pin to clean up,
especially if it got in my hair. Then there was the simple fact I LOVE for a
man to cum inside of me. I don't know, maybe it’s some evolutionary or female
instinct, but I feel an incredible sense of contentment and fulfillment when I
know a man is flooding me with his sperm. Not to mention it feels good too!
“Damn, THAT was fast,” I teased him as I sucked his cock dry once he finally
pulled it out of me. When he was this horny I knew it wouldn't take much more
of this to get him erect once again and I wanted more than just three or four
minutes of dick in me! Randy just grunted, jerking a little when I would hit a
particularly sensitive spot on his dick.
“So tell me Randy, when was the last time you fucked Cindy in this bed?”
It was a devious question and I could tell from his reaction that he wasn't
prepared for THAT one. Yep, sort of out of the blue but those were the best
kind of questions as they typically got the most honest answers as he doesn’t
have time to dream up a response.
“Shit... a couple of days ago if you must know.”
“Cool, were your parents home?”
“Hell no, you know better than that. We NEVER fuck when they’re home. Sheesh,
my mom would kill us both!”
“Well I bet your dad wouldn't mind... I bet he’d love to fuck Cindy too,
wouldn't he?”
“My dad?” Randy explained, “Nawwww, I don't think that would go over so well.”
“Why not? I think most dads would love to fuck their daughter, don't you
agree?”
“Well I don’t know about THAT... I just can’t imagine my dad fucking Cindy – or
even WANTING to do her like that.”
“Would it turn you on to see him fuck her?”
Randy hesitated at that one. I don't know if he was trying to make up his mind
or if he was just trying to figure out how to answer it without getting himself
in trouble.
“I don't know... a father-daughter thing always sounds hot but not so sure when
it’s my own father and sister.”
Well, that sounded like an honest answer, I had to give him credit for that.
Most guys I’ve asked such questions to usually say how incredible it would be to
see such a thing – with them joining in of course. Like most male fantasies, in
the end it’s all about them.
“What about another father and daughter, maybe a neighbor?”
Again, he seemed to carefully consider his answer before blurting anything out.
He knew me well enough by now to be a bit wary when I started to question him
about something.
“Yeah, I suppose so, so long as she was hot.”
Well, it was a step in the right direction at least. Now to up the ante a
bit...
“Would you think it was hot if it was me and my dad?”
I tossed that tone out there as if it was just another question, nothing TOO
alarming by my tone of voice but he still caught on quick and looked rather
sharply at me this time. Then he smiled and laughed softly before answering.
“Yeah, that would be hot I guess. Hell Kelly, ANYTHING involving you and sex is
OK with me!”
Well, it was now or never. If there was ever the right opportunity, this HAD to
be it.
“What if I told you that you COULD watch my dad fuck me.” I said in a low voice,
as if I was confessing something to him.
“Seriously?” he questioned me, “Quit kidding around Kelly... not funny.”
“What if I told you my dad has been fucking me since I was sixteen?”
Randy’s eyes widened. Then they widened even further as I could almost see him
punching the keys on his internal calculator.
“But that was before...”
“Yes, before I dated you,” I finished his sentence for him.
Randy started to laugh and he spanked me playfully. “OK, you got me, nice one
Kelly.”
I didn't say a thing in response but just smiled at stared back at him. As our
eyes met, his laughter diminished and then he suddenly looked very intense.
“Ohhhhh.... Myyyyyyy. Godddddd!” he barely got out, “You’re not screwing with
my head, are you? You mean you really DO fuck your dad?”
To which I just grinned and let my smile do all the talking.
“Damn.... that IS soooooo fucking hot!” he exclaimed, “I’ve never met a girl who
did that before!”
“Well, I never met a guy who fucked his sister before either,” I teased him
back.
“Yeah but still... you and your DAD?” he said in a tone that clearly told me he
still was not totally convinced, “How did it start? Does he still fuck you?
How often?”
You can imagine how rock hard he was by now. I gripped his erect dick with my
hand and pulled him closer to me. “No more questions until you fuck me better
this time.”
Hey, a girl has got to have priorities and I wasn't anywhere’s even close to
feeling as good as I’d wanted – or expected for that matter. His dick felt so
good in my hands and my pussy was practically screaming for me to push it inside
again.
“Oh come on Kelly, you can’t drop something like this on me and then just tell
me to fuck you!”
Actually, I thought I could! To prove it, I leaned back and spread my legs
apart for him, offering myself to him like a whore in heat.
“Fuck me Randy... dammit fuck me. I'll tell you more if you do.”
Well, he did and this time it was MUCH better but I could tell his mind was not
totally engaged. Thankfully his dick didn’t need his mind to function properly.
All the time he was fucking me he kept trying to find out more about me and my
dad but I made him wait until we had both cum before I said another word about
it. Eventually I kept my end of the bargain which worked out for the best
because by the time I was through he was horny as hell again so I got fucked yet
again. Gotta love the boy’s recovery powers!
I got the feeling Randy was hoping against hope that I would offer to include
him in a father-daughter three-some or at least let him watch my dad fuck me but
I made no such promises. It wasn't that I didn't WANT to, but I knew my dad
would have something to say about it and odds were not that good my dad would go
along with it. I’d have to catch him when he was really horny – the perfect
time to catch ANY man when you wanted something from him!
Chapter 4 – Convincing My Dad
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“Fuck me daddy.”
Like, how many times had I whispered those same three words to my father over
the years? Dozens if not hundred of times? Still, each time I did I got the
same reaction from him – uncontrolled lust and determination. There was just
something about three simple words that seemed to set him off like nothing else
I could ever say to him.
In this case it wasn't like he needed any encouragement. It was Sunday morning
and with only twenty minutes before the service started, we didn't have a lot of
time to mess around. It was five minutes from his house to church as giving
time to clean up a bit and park and such, that left less than ten minutes for
him to fuck me and cum in me if we were going to make it on time. Fortunately,
I was wearing a skirt without any panties underneath so it wasn't like there was
all that much in the way for him. He’d been rock hard from the moment I’d
stepped in and I saw the grin on my Aunt’s face as she watched him fuck me –
obviously proud of herself for making sure my dad was ready for me this morning.
As it turned out, my Aunt Linda must have prepared her brother-in-law a little
TOO well as it seemed he’d barely started stroking himself in me when he started
to cum. Damn, that was fast! I looked over at my Aunt Linda with a bit of an
accusing expression and she just shrugged her shoulders as if to say there was
nothing she could do about it. Then she couldn’t help but pop a grin and I knew
she was a little too pleased with herself. Oh well, at least I was the one to
get his cum!
On the upside, for once we didn't have to rush out of the house to get to church
on time. I straightened out my dress and kissed my dad as he somehow managed to
get his freshly fucked dick back in his pants. His erection hadn’t dwindled yet
and it was sort of funny seeing him try to get it to fit back in his pants
again. With a few minutes to spare, I took a deep breath and dropped my bomb.
“Daddy, you know I’ve been dating Randy for a while.”
He just shrugged, working on his zipper which seemed to be stuck.
“Did I tell you that he and his sister have sex all the time?”
That got his attention and he looked up at me. I could tell that he was not
quite sure where I was going with this but he was still interested. Obviously
he expected me to provide a little more detail so he was caught off guard at
what I had to say next.
“Well, I told him a few days ago that you fuck me too.”
Now THAT really got his attention! Suddenly the zipper wasn’t an issue before.
His mouth dropped open and while he stood there staring at me my Aunt Linda was
the first to speak up.
“You told your boyfriend about THAT?” she said incredulously, “Kelly, are you
insane? After what happened with that asshole Duane and the way it almost got
your dad in trouble... how could you even THINK of doing such a thing?”
My dad motioned with his hand for her to calm down a little. Unlike my aunt, he
didn't seem upset at all but instead actually a little intrigued if I was
reading him right.
“So what exactly did you tell this guy anyway?”
I paused for a moment, trying to think of a response that would balance the
glare from my aunt with the curiosity of my dad.
“Not all that much really. I don't know... we were just doing it and he was
talking about him and his sister and it just kinda came out.”
It was time to get to church so we had to hurry off before any more questions
had to be answered. Nobody said anything in the SUV yet in a way the silence
said more than anything. The two of them seemed lost in thought and I had a
pretty good idea what they were thinking about.
Nothing was said during church of course, but afterwards it became pretty
obvious that none of us had been listening to the sermon. I’d really hoped to
have a chance to discuss it alone with my dad but my aunt clung to us like
Velcro. Damn, she had really become protective of him since moving in with him!
“So what do you think is going to happen now?” my aunt quizzed me once we were
back at their house. It seemed funny calling it “their house” when it use to be
“my house”. In my heart it still was but with my aunt living there now with my
dad I almost felt like an interloper.
I hesitated, looking at my dad for his approval before I went on. I knew he
already knew what I was going to say and for that matter, my aunt probably did
as well. Still, it needed to be said sooner or later. Finally my dad winked at
me when he thought my aunt wasn't looking and I knew it was OK with him so I
took a deep breath and came out with it. Even at this point I don’t think
either of them expected to hear what I proposed. Of course my aunt was dead set
against it but my dad overruled her. Since Randy already knew, what harm could
it do? I was feeling a little victorious so I couldn't help but tease my aunt
by asking her if she wanted to watch but she just stormed off, mumbling
something about how crazy we both were. When she was upstairs my dad turned to
me and hugged me.
“Are you sure this is what you want baby?” he whispered in my ear.
I nodded and we kissed. My heart had been beating so fast but now I felt safe
and secure I his arms, just as I always did since I was a little girl.
“Fuck me daddy.”
There they were, those three words he loved to hear so much. It was totally
spur of the moment as I hadn’t even thought about having sex again after church
but it seemed appropriate under the conditions. After all, he’d just agreed to
share me with another man so didn't he deserve something from me?
“Fuck me daddy!”
Those were the last words I said as my dad did just that...
Chapter 5 – Getting Ready
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I was SOOOOOO nervous. Over the past week I’d had to make so many decisions and
now I was second guessing every one of them. Tonight was the big night and I
wanted everything to be perfect. The problem was, when dealing with two men who
were of different ages, backgrounds and with totally different preferences about
sex, how do you decide on one thing or the other?
After my dad had agreed to my plan, I couldn't wait to see Randy again and tell
him. From his initial response I could tell that he still hadn’t quite believed
me before when I told him I was fucking my dad so when I made him the offer he
seemed a little surprised.
“Really Kelly? You want to do THAT?” he stammered. Before answering I took his
dick back into my mouth again and sucked on it for a short while before
answering. I’d waited until I was well into a good blowjob before bringing this
up, knowing there was no way he would refuse with my lips wrapped around his
dick. Mmmmm, Randy could NEVER say no to me about anything when I sucked his
cock! Not that I thought he would WANT to, but why take any chances?
In the end he agreed of course and he was rewarded well. I even let him cum on
my face so that should tell you how pleased I was with him. Now it was all up
to me to put my plan into motion. Of course, at this point my plan was nothing
more than a concept. Sure, they had both agreed to fuck me together but there
were so many unanswered questions. Where would we do it? When? How would it
go – would they do me together or one at a time or what? There was the
important decision as to what I should wear – if anything?
I have heard people say that girls look for men like their fathers. Well,
nobody could accuse me of THAT when it came to Randy, at least when it came to
sex. Since my relationship with Randy was founded primarily on sex (it was
pretty much the only reason we dated... make that the ONLY reason we dated), it
really didn't matter what his other likes and dislikes were compared to my dad.
Maybe it was because my dad was twice as old as Randy but whatever it was, when
it came to fucking me they were like total opposites.
With my dad, sex was always about me submitting to him, satisfying him and
tending to his needs and desires. Of course as my father he tried to make me
happy as well, but ultimately it was HIS needs that determined when we did it
and how. He loved to fondle me and touch me, even when it didn't lead to sex.
Sometimes we would just sit on the couch and kiss like teenagers, his hands
roaming all over me on top of my clothes, never actually reaching underneath. I
loved it when he would play with my hair, running his fingers through it and
tugging on it gently.
My dad loves blowjobs. Of course, ALL men love blowjobs but I mean my dad
REALLY loved them from me, especially when I would do it someplace semi-public.
From the very first time he fucked me, my dad came inside of me and except when
he would cum in my mouth, he ALWAYS came inside my pussy. Unless he as in a
hurry, he loved to stay in me afterwards, kissing me and touching me as his cock
dwindled inside of me. At his age, a repeat performance was usually out of the
question, even with Viagra, so it was like he wanted to prolong it for as long
as possible. Perhaps the biggest thing about sex with my dad was the incredible
emotional high it gave me. There’s just something special about having your own
father mating you. Maybe someday when I am married my husband will make me feel
special in this way but for now, it’s something only my dad can do for me.
As for sex with Randy, what can I say? He’s at the peak of his sexuality and
fucking me is ALWAYS on his mind. Of course he loves a good blowjob, but he’d
rather fuck me if he could. Unlike my dad’s musket-loader, his dick was more of
a machine gun, recovering quickly and typically able to do me three times or
more a night. In fact, the first time was usually pretty quick just to get it
out of the way so he could fuck me longer the second time before blasting off.
The third time usually took some coaxing while the fourth time required some
heavy duty mouth work to get him back but usually I could do it.
Like most young guys, Randy tolerated foreplay because he knew I demanded it but
he didn't waste any time getting his dick in me as fast as he could. As I
mentioned before, he stayed in me now when he came but for a while when we first
started doing it I would go home a total wreck, no matter how many tissues I
brought with to try and clean myself off!
The more I considered their differences, the more I developed a plan to take
advantage of both. Of course, it all hinged on whether they would FOLLOW my
plan. When it comes to men and sex you can’t EVER be sure of anything ahead of
time.
After considerable debate, the “where” came down to a hotel room. Randy’s, of
course, was not even a consideration. I considered my dad’s house but then I
was worried Randy might be intimidated having to come onto my dad’s “territory”.
My house was out of the question as well, it just didn't seem intimate to me to
do it in my own bed. I wanted something more exiting, something more exotic.
Thus in the end I decided on more neutral territory – a hotel room downtown.
The “when” was the easy part. It could be any day, really, as I knew neither of
them would allow anything to get in the way of this opportunity. I preferred
to keep it a weekend so I didn't have to go to school the next day. Facing a
classroom of sixth graders with a well-fucked pussy still throbbing between my
legs was NOT the best idea in the world. I ended up choosing a Friday night
since that also meant I didn't have to worry about getting up for church the
next day either.
Maybe the one item I debated on the least was what to wear. This was the one
area where both men agreed – the sluttier I looked the better. It was just a
question of which outfit to choose – formal, casual, sporty, etc. In the end,
as my plan took form it actually became a non-issue.
The week before the big night I was consumed with thoughts about what was going
to happen at the end of the week. Even when in class, I would sometimes get
totally distracted by my dreams of what they would do to me, of how they would
watch each other as they fucked me. Imagine if my kids knew why their teacher
was smiling so much all week! Much to Randy’s chagrin, I told him he couldn't
fuck me during the week as I wanted him horny and with a full load of cum for
me. He wasn't thrilled with having to go so long without getting a piece of me
but I just smiled and told him it would be worth it.
At home, I must have set a personal record for masturbation sessions in one
week! Even my cousin Kristi, no slouch herself in that department, couldn't
believe it. I couldn’t blame her for being a little exasperated. It was like
my hand couldn't leave my crotch from the time I got home to when I finally fell
asleep exhausted and spent. She offered to “help” but I politely refused – it
was all about me, Randy and my dad this week, even in my fantasies.
When I told my dad about where I wanted to do it, he offered to book the room
but I told him I would do it. I wanted this to be a special night for him and
for me to take care of everything. When I told Randy, the relief in his voice
told me I had made the correct choice. I can’t blame him as what guy wouldn't
be intimidated to come to a man’s house and fuck his daughter right in front of
him in his own house?
My plans were made, my men were horny, and it was time. Even with all my
preparations I was still nervous. After all, it’s not every day a girl gets to
fuck her dad and boyfriend at the same time – for the first time at that!
Chapter 6 – The First Time
==========================
One of the logistics that I struggled with was how to bring us all together.
Well, as I mentioned earlier, it was the differences between them that actually
led me to the answer. There was also the fact that this wouldn't be the first
time my dad had watched a boyfriend fuck me. Heck, back in high school he must
have seen me dozens of times when I would bring a boy back home to my room. Of
course the boy didn't know my dad was peeking in through the door, but I did and
it made it all the better for me. What this all meant was that it wasn't
terribly important for me to make sure my dad was there when Randy first fucked
me. of course I knew my dad would enjoy seeing it, but it wasn’t something new
that he would feel he’d missed on out if he wasn't there.
Thus what I had set up was for me Randy to pick me and take me to the hotel room
like we were on a date. We normally avoided the expense of a hotel room but now
and then we would do it just for fun. He stopped by right on time and came to
the door to get me. I could have easily walked out and met him at the curb when
he pulled up but tonight he had to be a gentleman to I had insisted he come to
the door to get me. Besides, I had an ulterior motive as well!
“Hi Randy,” I greeted him as I opened the door. Randy stepped in and saw I was
wearing a long winter coat with knee-high boots and a scarf wrapped around my
neck.
“Ready to go I see,” he said, maybe a little miffed I was hidden away so well
under my coat.
“Almost,” I said coyly, untying the belt that was keeping the coat closed. It
fell open to reveal I was totally nude underneath, nothing but the coat, scarf
and boots. “Do you like my outfit?”
Like I said earlier, in the end it was easy to decide what to wear – nothing!
Randy loved it when I acted like a slut and what could be sluttier on a cold
winter night than to go out with nothing on underneath your coat? He started to
reach for me but IZ knew if I let that get started, we might not make it to the
hotel room any time soon so I stepped back and redid my coat.
“Later big boy...later,” I teased him. He looked like a little boy who was told
he couldn't have the puppy dog in the window but I knew he would be happy before
the night was over. He led me by the hand to his car, even opening and closing
the door for me as I held my coat out of the way of the door.
The trip downtown was uneventful, neither of us saying much more than to comment
on the weather. I would look over at me from time to time, obviously hoping I
would do something to turn him on like I usually did when we were in the car
together but not tonight. Nope, tonight he had to wait until we got to our
room.
Checking in, we had to wait behind a couple of business men. I felt a tingle as
I stood there feeling my coat against my bare skin. Other than randy, the guys
around me had no idea I was naked underneath and I wondered what they would say
should my coat “accidentally” fall open. Another time and I might have done it
just to turn on Randy but once again, he would have to wait until we got to our
room.
On the elevator, Randy tried to slip his hands under my coat but I pushed him
away. God, he must be horny as hell – just the way I wanted him to be. He
fumbled with he key card in the room, so anxious to get inside I wondered for a
moment if he had a bursting bladder. As it turned out, he was about to burst
but it wasn't his bladder that would explode!
Stepping in the room, Randy looked around as if expecting to see something – or
someone. The room was empty of course, so he looked back at me with a
questioning expression and I knew exactly what he was thinking.
“He’ll be here later,” I said softly, knowing full well Randy knew exactly who
“he” was. Without further ado, I pulled the scarf off, tossing it on the
dresser and then quickly took off my coat, laying it over the scarf. The boots
were history seconds later, leaving me standing there totally nude in the middle
of the room facing Randy. He still had his coat on and just stood there,
staring at me like he’d never seen a naked girl before.
“Are you just going to stare at me or are you going to fuck me?”
That seemed to shake him out of whatever trance he was in and he quickly
stripped as I pulled back the covers and slipped underneath. I’d asked for a
king size bed and I laid on my back right in the middle with my arms
outstretched. I smiled as I saw Randy’s dick was already standing at attention
as he stripped off his underwear and advanced toward me, his nude body looking
so handsome and delicious in the soft light from the lamp on the desk. Mmmmm,
I couldn't wait for him to get under the covers with me!
“I thought we were doing this with your dad?” he asked as I lifted the covers to
get under with me.
“Don't worry, he’ll be here,” I assured him, “I wanted you to fuck me first.”
Indeed, that was my final plan. Since I knew Randy would be good for at least
three times tonight, why not get the first one out of the way before my dad
arrived? Plus, I thought it might help to make Randy a little more comfortable
if his mind was somewhat clouded after his first orgasm. I don't know the
science behind it, but I DO know that men just don't think too clearly after
they cum – something women have used to their advantage for centuries I suppose.
Randy moved over next to me on his side, lifting his upper leg over me so his
cock was poking me in the hip. Oh yeah, my boy was horny all right! It was
like a steel rod was trying to push itself right through me!
“God I missed you this week,” he mumbled as he slid over on top of me. I spread
my legs further to allow him to wiggle his hips to position his dick at my
pussy. There as no sense in trying to delay it so why not make it easy? I knew
all too well by now that when Randy was this horny there was only one thing that
would satisfy him – feeling his dick in me. So without any fanfare or even so
much as a kiss, he lifted my megs up with his arms and got on his knees between
my legs, pulling me up and into his pulsing cock. Reaching down, I guided his
dick and as soon as he felt his head begin to enter me he shoved his hips
forward and rammed it inside of me. Thankfully, he wasn't the only horny person
in the room and my pussy was soaking wet already, allowing him to slide easily
in to the hilt on the first try.
“Oh fuck your so tight,” he groaned. Well what did he expect, the poor thing
hadn’t had anything in it for almost a week now! As I prefer to use my fingers
over a dildo, nothing had stretched me out since last Sunday when my dad fucked
me so I was really gripping his cock now – not that he was really complaining.
Randy started banging me, thrusting him dick in and out of me quickly. If I
hadn’t been so horny myself I might have tried to slow him down but I wanted him
to cum as badly as he did.
“Cum in me Randy, fuck my pussy, cum for me!”
He was grunting and I knew he was close. Just then a voice came like out of
nowhere.
“You heard my daughter, cum in her,: a deep voice said firmly. I knew who it
was and had Randy given it a second’s thought he would have too but he reacted
instinctively and turned his head to see my dad standing there with a big grin
on his face.
“What are you looking at ME for? Is this how you treat my daughter? I believe
she asked you to cum in her, didn’t she?” he said but the twinkle in his eyes
told us he was just teasing. Of course, it helped him that I had told him about
my plans ahead of time and he had watched us go to the room, then bided his time
until her knew what we would be doing. I had to say, his timing was perfect!
No matter how much he may have prepared himself, no matter how much he knew it
was OK to be fucking me in front of my dad, Randy was still a guy and what guy
doesn’t have nightmares growing up about a father catching him fucking his
daughter? It’s like the ultimate taboo, the thing every dad warns a boy about
when he dates his daughter. So I guess I couldn’t complain that for a moment,
Randy hesitated. The good news was that he didn't pull out or anything like
that. He turned from my dad and looked back down at me.
“You heard my dad... now cum in me!” I said firmly, almost demandingly.
Yes, Randy WAS a guy and despite whatever social taboos he might be dealing
with, his cock WAS inside of me and he WAS horny as hell so what could he do
other than to continue on? Suddenly he thrust himself hard against me, pushing
his dick into me as far as he could, the base of his cock pressing against my
freshly shaved pussy, compressing his thick pubic hair against me.
“He’s cumming in me daddy... he’s cumming in me,” I announced, looking over at
the side of the bed where my dad had sat to watch us. He’d taken off his winter
coat but still had the rest of his clothes as he sat there silently, smiling as
he watched Randy’s hips thrusting into me with each load of sperm he was pumping
into me.
Speaking of cumming me, Randy was FLOODING me. It was like he was never going
to stop as he let loose one load after another inside of me. I could even feel
it dripping down the crack of my butt as it leaked out of me as he stroked
himself in and out. Once spent, he rolled over to the side of me opposite from
my father, laying his back next to me on mine as he tried to catch his breath.
“Well, I see you two didn't waste any time,” my dad said with a grin, reaching
over to run his hands over my bare upper thigh. He moved his hand up until he
had it cupping my breast, his fingers lightly touching my sensitized nipple.
“You know son, there’s more to sex than just dipping your stick in and letting
it go,” my dad said gently as he caressed my boob, “A woman needs more to be
satisfied... a lot more... maybe you need someone to show you.”
My dad was following the script perfectly. Of course, Randy had no idea my dad
and I had worked this all out ahead of time. The entire reason I rushed Randy
into fucking me so fast was to final a rationalization for my dad fucking me in
front of him As horny as he was, he had played into my hand perfectly and now
while he was getting himself ready to go again, my dad was ready for his turn.
“Come here baby,” my dad said gently, reaching out to me. I sat up, feeling
Randy’s cum between my legs as I did and so I used the sheet to wipe myself off
before scooting over to my dad. As I got closer, he put his arms around me and
pulled me in tightly to him. Then he lowered his head down and for the first
time that night, I was kissed. God, just kissing my dad in front of another man
was something I’d never done before and I was conscious of him behind me,
undoubtedly watching the scene unfolding before him. It must have been like a
fantasy come true for him to watch a father loving his daughter.
As we kissed, he pulled me up an onto his lap. My feet were still on the bed so
I wasn't as heavy as I could have been but still, I wasn't twelve anymore! He
didn't seem to mind as I wrapped my arms around his neck and continued kissing
him as my breast pressed in tightly against him. His hands began to wander over
me, running all over me as his fingers gently caressed me. It felt so
wonderful, so right. I loved it when he touched me this way, like he as
exploring me for the very first time. I felt his hand working its way between
my thighs so I spread them apart just enough to let him reach down to my pussy,
his finger running up and down my swollen pussy slit. I was slippery from the
moisture of my pussy juices and Randy’s cum but my dad didn't seem to mind.
Leaning back from him, I licked my lips as he lowered his head and started to
suckle my breasts. My dad knew just how to alternate between gentle kissing
and sucking to make them tingle! I could see Randy over my dad’s shoulder,
laying on his side now with the sheet off, stroking his cock slowly as he
watched. For the moment I though he wasn't seeing much as my dad was blocking
his view but then I realized he was looking at the mirror on the wall where he
could see a side view of what was happening. I smiled at Randy and then sucked
in my breath as my dad pulled on my nipples gently with his teeth. God it felt
so good!
We went on like this for a while and then I whispered to my dad to lay down. I
stood to the side of the bed and undid his belt buckle and pants, then slowly
unzipped his pants. He lifted his hips as I pulled them off along with his
underwear and then his shoes and socks, leaving him naked from the waist
downward. His cock was stiff and I was proud of my dad for having such a firm
erection in front of my boyfriend. He must have =taken a good dose of Viagra
beforehand as more often thee days it took a little work from me to get him this
stiff, no matter what his anticipation level may be.
Looking at my dad and then at Randy, I crawled up on the bed and kneeled between
my dad’s legs, gripping his cock in my hand as I nestled into place. Both of
them had their eyes firmly planted on my dad’s crotch where my hand was slowly
stroking my dad’s erection.
“Do you want to see me suck my dad’s cock Randy?”
OK, award for the silliest question of the day goes to Kelly but still, I felt
like I HAD to ask him. After all, this would be the first time anyone like him
saw me suck my dad’s cock so I wanted it to be as memorable as possible – for
all of us.
“God, I can’t believe this,” was all Randy could say in response. The firmness
of his cock confirmed his feelings – he was ready to go again but he would have
to wait for a while. For now it was my dad who getting my attention.
Lowering my head down, I reached out with my tongue to just touch the tip of my
dad’s cock head. Even that light touch was enough to make him jerk
involuntarily. Yep, my dad was just as horny as this boy next to us who was
half his age! I knew it wouldn't take much to set him off in this condition so
I had to be careful. As much as I wanted to suck his dick, it was my pussy
where I wanted him to cum eventually.
As my mouth wrapped around his cock and I slowly took it in, inch by inch, my
dad groaned and he put his hands on my head, trying to push my head down onto
him even more. Mmmmm, he smelled so good! He must have showered just before
coming over and I could smell the fresh scent of soap mixed with the more musky
odor of his lust. When I had him all in my mouth, I turned towards randy and
was pleased to see him staring at me, not even blinking as if he didn't want to
miss a fraction of a second of what was going on right before his eyes.
It would have been easy to get my dad off quickly in the condition he was in so
I didn't suck him all that much out of fear he wouldn't be able to hold back.
Still, both of them seemed to be enjoying what I was doing and it made me feel
good to be able to get tow guys off with just one BJ. My dad also must have
sensed he was about to lose it so he pushed my head back and smiled at me. I
knew from having had sex with him so many times over the years what he wanted
next but Randy wasn’t as familiar with us so said it out loud for his benefit.
“Lick my pussy daddy,” I said gently, my hand holding his cock but not stroking
it so he wouldn't cum accidentally. Unlike “fuck me daddy”, these three words
were almost NBEVER said when I had sex with my dad. It wasn’t because I didn't
want him, to, I just didn't have to say it – it happened on its own. Over the
years I would say I only get my pussy licked maybe a third to half the time when
I have sex but that’s OK with me. not that I don't love it, it’s just so few
guys know how to do it right and it gets frustrating having to explain to each
one all the time. That’s one reason I love sex with girls, especially my
cousin, who KNOW what it feels like to be licked and KN(OW how to do it based on
personal experience. My dad was probably the one exception but then he has
fucked me more than any ten men combined so I guess it’s only natural he would
learn how to lick my pussy the way I like it over all that time.
Essentially we just traded places. In the process my dad took off the rest of
his clothes so when he laid down on his belly on the bed between my legs, he was
totally naked now. I propped my head up on a pillow so I could watch better.
My dad also grabbed an extra pillow and put it under my butt to lift my pussy up
in the air to make it easier for him to get his mouth on me without me having
to lift my hips up so high. Once we had everything in place, he didn't waste
any time putting his face in my crotch and going to work! Having already been
fucked by randy, my clit was pretty sensitive still and when his lips touched
them I thought I would shoot off the bed!
“Yes daddy! That's feels soooooo good daddy!” I moaned as I writhed on the bed.
He had his arms around my hips so his hands were under my ass, one butt cheek in
each hand as he lifted me up to his mouth like he was eating a pizza or a
sandwich. Mmmmm, a pussy sandwich!
God I was so close to cumming now. It was perfect – my dad eating my pussy
while my boyfriend watched – and took notes hopefully. I could even smell my
pussy as my dad lapped his tongue all over me and covered his face with my
juices. The fact that same of Randy’s cum might have been mixed in didn't seem
to phase him. In the past when he was watching a porn movies he would comment
on how gross it was for a guy to eat a girl after another man had cum in her so
I knew this had to be a special time for him to do this for me.
Oh yeah! I was cumming now and my back arched upward and then dropped down as
my hips thrust uncontrollably up into my dad’s face. It was like I was fucking
his tongue as my legs wrapped around him and pulled him tight into my crotch.
God it felt so good! How do you describe it? How do you describe a sunset to a
man blind from birth? Some things can’t be put into words and what I was
feeling at this moment feel into that category.
My dad was showing off now. He was being merciless, not letting me relax for a
second as he continued his onslaught with his tongue and lips. Then he pushed
two fingers into my pussy as he put his mouth over my clit and let his tongue
run in circles all around it. Now THAT really set me off again. Most men seem
to think a girl’s clit need constant pressure when in reality, it can be just as
good if not better to tease all around it instead, with the occasional flicker
of the tongue right over it. My dad, being an expert when it came to pussy
licking that he was, had been trained by my mom many years before and he knew
exactly how to set me rocketing off again and again.
How long was he going to do this to me? It was like I was on another planet
now, the whole room was dark as I shut my eyes tightly and tried to focus on
maintaining myself under some semblance of control but it was useless. Finally
it became too much, I felt like I was going to pass out or have a stroke.
Reaching down, I tried to push his head away but he just turned them aside and
kept his face planted between my legs.
“Stop daddy! Oh my god I can’t take it anymore!”
He didn't stop. If anything, my pleas seemed to encourage him all the more. I
couldn't keep my legs around him anymore as they fell to the bed and I just laid
their limp, unable to even move now as everything around me seemed to collapse
to just my pussy. It was insane, total overload. I couldn't even raise a hand
to protest any longer. It was beyond pleasure, beyond anything I ever thought
possible.
“Now see kid, THAT’S how you make a woman orgasm,” I vaguely heard my dad say to
Randy.
Randy didn't say anything and I couldn't work up the energy to even open my eyes
to see what he was doing. It didn't matter to me at that moment. All I could
think about were these HUGE throbbing sensation that seemed to emanate from my
pussy and then pulse like a monster wave all through me. It was like every time
my heart beat my entire body resonated and every square inch of me responded.
While planning this evening, the LAST thing I ever imagined doing was falling
asleep yet somehow I did. How long, whether it was just a few seconds or what,
I wasn’t sure because when I opened my eyes, my head was resting on my dad’s lap
while Randy was gently rubbing my legs up and down. My dad looked quite pleased
with himself and for good reason – that was one of the most intense orgasms I’d
ever had and he hadn’t even fucked me yet!
THAT was about to change as I soon found out.
“OK, NOW she’s ready to be fucked,” my dad was saying to Randy, as if I wasn't
even there, “Don't worry, she’ll perk up once she feels me inside of her, trust
me.”
Not only was he giving Randy advice, but there was a subtle hint to what he said
that HE was going to be the next to fuck me and that randy shouldn't get any
other ideas for the moment at least. I surely didn't mind. Now that I was
starting to clear my head I was feeling this overwhelming urge to have something
inside of me, like I was missing something vital to complete me, to fill me up.
That that something should be my dad’s dick was just all the better. To have
him do it with Randy watching just was icing on the cake.
“Ready Kelly?” my dad asked as he lifted my head and got out from underneath me.
“Mmmmm, fuck me daddy.”
They both chuckled and for a moment I wondered what the inside joke was and then
my dad cleared things up for me.
“See, didn't I tell you she would say that?” he said to Randy, “She knows how
to please her old man.”
Funny, if I ever called him an “old man” he would have been angry but I guess
between guys it was OK. In any case, he grabbed my ankles and twisted me around
on the bed so my butt was on the edge and my legs hung over the side. Randy had
moved to one of the chairs, leaving the entire bed to me and my dad. Actually,
I think he did it more to get a better view than to give us space!
I wanted my dad in me but somehow I was still totally exhausted from what he had
done to me. As a result, I just laid there, waiting for him to take him however
he wanted to. One of the great things about sex with your dad is the trust
factor. There weren’t many guys OI would allow myself to get into this sort of
situation where he was under complete control of me. However, with my dad
there were no worries. I knew I could trust him explicitly and that he would
never do anything to me that would hurt me or that I didn't want to do.
My dad put my feet up over his shoulders as he grabbed my ass with his hands,
his arms helping to support my legs. He was so hard that it was like being
poked with a stick as his cock tried to find its way into me without either of
us using our hands to help. I WANTED to help but I just couldn't get the
strength up to lift them and grab his dick. In the end it didn't matter. As
wet as I was and after the fucking and licking I’d had, he was able to zoom in
on the target easily and the next thing I knew my dad was in me. I looked over
at Randy and smiled as he watched a father fuck a daughter for the first time -
in real life that is. THIS was what I wanted him to see. THIS was what I
wanted him to understand.
“My daughter’s pretty tight for a slut, wouldn't you agree Randy?” My dad said
as she started to slowly thrust himself in and out of me. Randy seemed a little
shy to respond so my dad continued, “Don't be embarrassed, you wont be saying
anything I don't already know about.”
“Yeah, I love that about her too – nice and tight!” he said enthusiastically.
It seemed a little surreal to listen to them compare notes about fucking me but
then, that was what this was all about today, wasn't it?
As my dad fucked me slowly, I felt my strength returning. Perhaps it was the
extra adrenaline as I felt him ramming his dick into me. Whatever it was, I
wanted more of it – a LOT more.
“See her squirming Randy? She wants more. Shit, she can be insatiable
sometimes - but I’m sure you know that by now yourself.”
Randy just nodded, stroking himself again now as he watched my dad fucking me.
I motioned for him to come over to me and when he was close enough I grabbed his
dick and pulled him towards me.
“Girl just cant get enough dick, can she Randy?” my dad encouraged him. My dad
seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself now, keeping up a slow but steady
rhythm as he fucked me. Meanwhile, I had Randy’s cock back in my mouth as he
kneeled next to me and lowered his dick to my face. Mmmmm, now THIS was
heaven. My dad’s dick in my pussy and my boyfriend’s in my mouth.
“Hey, I need to lay down, this is killing y back,” my dad said, lowering my legs
and pulling his dick out of me for the first time since he started fucking me.
I got back up on the bed and laid on my side as my dad spooned in behind me,
lifting my upper leg up and over his while he worked his dick back into me
again. Meanwhile, Randy was back up with his crotch in my face as I continued
to blow him.
The way I was positioned I could see us all in the mirror and I smiled as I
looked at the sight that was before me. Damn, this was so cool! It was then I
realized the one thing I’d forgotten – a video camera! Damn, it would have been
so hot to watch this later alone with each of them but there was nothing I could
do now about it.
“So I hear you fuck your sister,” my dad said to Randy, like he was just
carrying on a normal conversation. If there ever was NOT a normal
conversation, this had to be it. Still, they started talking to each other like
I was just a fuck toy they were sharing. If it hadn’t been so hot to hear Randy
tell my dad what it was like to fuck his sister I might have been offended but
as it was, it just got me all the hotter.
My dad had been trying to delay for as long possible but eventually it got to
where he just couldn't control it anymore. Randy was right in the middle of
talking about a time when he and his sister had fucked in some parking lot –
something he never told ME about, when my dad interrupted him.
“Sorry, gotta cum now!”
For the second time this night I had a load of cum shot into me, this time from
my father instead of my boyfriend. I don't know if it was the sight of my dad
cumming in me, the knowledge that it was my father filling me with his
incestuous sperm, or what, but Randy cam himself almost immediately afterwards,
flooding my mouth with a load of fresh sperm. Talk about a treat – two loads of
sperm at almost the same time with one in my pussy and the other in my mouth.
What more could a girl ask for?
Laying on my side this way I almost choked on Randy’s cum but I managed to
handle it all without spilling it, swallowing the warm goo quickly down in just
two gulps. My dad had his arms around me now, keeping his dick in me as his cum
filled my pussy. Randy let his dick drop from my mouth and I could tell he was
wondering what he should do next. I started to say something but my dad
responded first.
“I think it’s time for your to go now son.”
That sort of surprised me. I had planned that Randy would fuck me a second time
in front of my dad but obviously that plan had been dumped by my dad. Randy just
nodded, deferring to my dad’s wishes. He quickly dressed and left the room,
leaving me alone with my dad.
My dad pulled the covers over us and we just laid there for a while, a father
and daughter coupled together in the most intimate manner possible, sharing
something only a parent and child can understand. I felt so warm, so damn GOOD.
Being in my dad’s arms, Randy’s cum fresh in my mouth with my dad still inside
of me was the most sensational feeling I’d had in ages.
Laying there in the hotel bed, my dad and I feel asleep together.
Despite all my planning and conniving, when the evening started I had no idea
how it would really turn out. As it as now, I had to say it was a monstrous
success. We woke the following morning and did it again before checking out.
My dad dropped me off at my house o his way home. I wondered what he was going
to tell my Aunt Linda when he got there?
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