Subject: Thanksgiving With My Grandmother
Story Codes: M+F+ oral incest father daughter aunt uncle niece
Diary Date: November 25, 2012
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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It wasn’t what we’d originally planned but even though it was last minute
everything worked out in the end. Given my grandmother’s passive opposition
to incest we knew things might become a bit uncomfortable but at the same
time maybe the “naughty factor” of doing it despite her misguided sense of
morals helped things along.
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 - Family Changes
Chapter 2 - Wednesday - Sleeping Arrangements
Chapter 3 - Thursday - Swapping Husbands
Chapter 4 - Friday - Kristi and Me With My Dad
Chapter 5 - Saturday - Fantasy Fulfilled for ALL
Chapter 6 - Sunday Morning - Breakfast With My Grandmother
Chapter 7 - Sunday Afternoon - The Trip Home
Chapter 1 Family Changes
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For Thanksgiving our family normally rotates the duties to a different home
each year so one family isn’t burdened with all the housecleaning and
preparations. As a rule this means my dad’s side and then Christmas is
typically reserved for my mother’s side.
This year was my dad’s turn to play host which seemed to surprise him. The
last time the family gathered at his house he and my mom were still married
and my mom did all the work. Somehow or another he apparently figured that
since he was now living alone that it somehow disqualified him from the list.
Well, he learned that he can’t have his cake and eat it too. His older
brother Paul solemnly informed him that so long as he was shacking up with
his ex-wife’s sister then he didn’t qualify as “living alone” - even though
both of my aunts were rather horrified with the arrangements. In the end
though, they were willing to put aside their personal feelings in exchange
for not having to host the dinner themselves. Isn’t it amazing how people
can adjust their principles when it suits them?
Having my Aunt Linda there to help was actually not the least bit of help.
Unlike my mom the perfectionist home keeper, her sister was pretty much
useless around the house. Her primary “duty” was to have sex with my dad and
everyone knew it. Even when she and Kristi were living together Kristi did
all the housework or the place was a wreck. Come to think of it, it was
usually a wreck!
With my mom out of the picture things quickly deteriorated so my dad had to
hire in a maid to do the laundry and housework. When I heard about his
Thanksgiving predicament, against my better judgment I offered my help which
unfortunately (at least for me) he quickly accepted. While I may not be
Martha Stewart, compared to my Aunt Linda I belong on the cover of her
magazine, LOL. The one good thing about the deal was how my dad showed his
“appreciation” for all my hard work at the end of each day. Somehow I still
think HE was the one that got the better deal - housework done AND sex most
every day with his daughter.
After all my hard work and just a few days before Thanksgiving, wouldn't you
know it but our plans were changed. My grandmother on my mother’s side
called saying she was depressed and was hoping somehow her family could visit
her for Thanksgiving rather than leaving her all alone. Well, what can you
say when you get THAT sort of phone call? Next thing I knew we were all
packing up in my dad’s SUV. I can’t say the rest of the family was all too
thrilled with my dad bailing out on such short notice but it’s not like they
had to change flights or anything serious.
Sadly, there was one other “casualty” from our change of plans. Steve’s mom
had reluctantly accepted my invitation to join our family for Thanksgiving as
her other two kids still live out in California. Once we changed our plans
and chose to go out of town Marlene decided to stay home rather than make the
trip. I think she already felt like a fifth wheel no matter how much we told
her it wasn't so and that she was more than welcome to come with us. As
things have turned out it's probably best that Marlene didn't come as the SUV
was packed between the six of us and our luggage but then I'm sure we could
have found a way around it.
Another reason that it was probably good that Steve’s mom didn't come was
that coming over to my dad’s house for the day with the rest of the family
was one thing. Traveling and spending a few days away from home was quite
another. Steve’s mom didn't believe in incest, even though her two youngest
kids were now “married” and living as a couple - something that definitely
didn’t thrill her. Steve and I have never disclosed the incestual nature of
my family to his mom so trying to hide anything over the course of the long
weekend would have been difficult to say the least.
Even without Steve’s mom the family status quo at my grandmother’s house was
going to be a little... unusual to say the least. When you look at my mom’s
side of the family, basically all of us are involved with each other sexually
to one degree or another so it would be natural for an outsider to assume
that my grandmother would be as well. Ahhhhh, the dangers of assumptions...
To briefly put things in context for this who haven’t read the entirety of my
diary, my grandfather was actually was the one to initiate what has become a
family tradition by taking my mom's virginity just after she turned fourteen.
I say "took" as that is more correct than any other phrasing as she really
didn't have much say over the matter. For whatever reason he somehow decided
at that moment that she was old enough for sex. It didn't happen on her
birthday or any other special time. He simply came to her bedroom one night
and took her for his own pleasure. He never told anyone exactly what drove
him to do it and now that he is dead we’ll never know.
My mother didn’t fight him or say no but then she was barely fourteen at the
time and my grandfather was not the type of man ANYONE said no to, let alone
a young teenage girl taken by surprise in the dark of night. Some people
have told me they feel that he raped her but my mom has always maintained
that it was consensual. Planned? NO. Something she had dreamed about? NO.
Something she accepted and learned to enjoy? Definitely YES.
Sometimes you hear about such things and the father tries to hide what he is
doing from his wife but not my grandfather. He didn’t even try to hide what
he was doing from my grandmother. If anything, he told her right afterwards
what he’d done, almost as if he was daring her to do anything about it or
protest. My grandmother definitely didn't approve of what he’d done but she
kept her mouth shut. As you might be getting the idea, my grandfather was a
very controlling man and neither his wife or daughters dared to confront
him. Not surprisingly there was no saying "no" when he wanted something and
that included his oldest daughter’s virginity.
Seeing how my mom shared a bedroom with her sister, it wasn't like Linda
didn't know what was going on between her dad and sister. Whereas my mom
once told me that it took her a while to fully understand and accept what her
father was demanding of her, her younger sister Linda was more than anxious
to be included. Like most younger sisters, she wanted everything her older
sister had and that included sex with their dad. So as you can see, the two
of them have always had quite different attitudes about incest from the very
beginning with my mom having to slowly adjust to it before truly embracing
the idea whereas Linda has always been a "fan".
Knowing their different approaches to sex with their dad also helped me to
better understand why they raised their daughters so differently. While my
mom was holding my father back from realizing his dreams of sex with his
young daughter, Linda was practically throwing her daughter at other men from
an early age. Now that the dust has settled, so to speak, with both Kristi
and me married I guess in the end it didn't matter all that much how we were
raised. True, we both got to where we are walking down quite different paths
but nowadays we aren't all that much different. She will always be a little
more "out there" than me but I would say that's true of any two people when
you compare them.
One of the reasons that things were a little more crowded than on the last
trip was that we were now joined by Kristi’s new husband Ben who she had
secretly married a few months earlier. Actually he helped to round out the
numbers as now we were three couples instead of Kristi having to be the odd
girl out.
Chapter 2 Wednesday - Sleeping Arrangements
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The trip to my grandmother’s house took over ten hours and I think I slept
nine of them. I wasn't tired, just bored. With six people in the SUV and
all our luggage it was cramped to start with. Then there was the constant
strong of phone calls. Being a teacher I was the only one who officially had
the day off. Everyone else was playing hooky and it was like someone was
always calling them. I read a few magazine on my iPad and soon fell asleep
with my head on my husband’s shoulder.
Once we arrived at my grandmother’s house it soon became apparent that with
Kristi being married now that our sleeping arrangements were a little more
complicated this time around - not like they weren't before. In the past my
Aunt Linda would sleep with Kristi rather than my dad, at least to start out
the night. Now with Ben being with Kristi and no more bedrooms available
that meant she had to sleep with my dad - not that either of them minded.
But then the issue wasn't with them - it was my grandmother that posed
the dilemma.
As I said, my grandmother has never endorsed incest - "barely tolerate" would
probably be a better description. Perhaps even better would be, “Don’t ask,
don’t tell.” She and I have had many talks over the years about it and I
know she doesn't approve of my dad fucking me. Even so she has never openly
challenged him about it or said anything directly to me even when I would
visit with my parents and sleep with them.
Of course that never stopped "the look" but at the same time we’ve always
tried to respect her feelings and not do anything openly in front of her, at
least not the way my mom told me that my grandfather would do with their
daughters. My mom told me he would do things like bring them to bed with him
while my grandmother was “asleep” and have sex with them next to her while
she pretended to remain asleep and act as if nothing was happening next to
her. My grandfather dies of a heart attack years before I started having sex
so I have to wonder to this day what sort of things he would have done with
me in front of her as well.
In the end my dad and Aunt Linda took the larger spare bedroom (don't even
ask how my grandmother feels about her younger daughter sleeping with the
divorced husband of her oldest daughter). Steve and I took the smaller
bedroom while Kristi and Ben had to do with the roll-a-way third bedroom
which served more as an office and ironing room.
For the first night we were all tired from the drive so there wasn't much
thought given as to anything other than the obvious arrangements - each
couple in their own room - treating my dad and aunt as a couple of course,
even if they weren’t married.
As tired as we both were, Steve wasn't about to let a new bed go
“unchristened” as he liked to put it. It was like anytime we had the
opportunity to have sex in a different place he was all for taking advantage
of the situation. Being exhausted from the trip it was one of those nights
where I was glad to let him take over and do the heavy lifting - literally.
All I did was lay on my back and fight to keep my eyes open a Steve fucked me
until he came in me. I felt a little guilty at my lack of attention - it
must have seemed to him more like he was fucking a sex doll than his wife I’m
afraid. Still, he came and that seemed to relieve him somewhat - typical
guy!
The next morning we woke up refreshed with Steve sporting his typical
“morning wood”. I don't know what sort of dreams men have but they must be
pretty awesome some times. In any case, my real pussy was better than any of
his dream girls as I mounted and rode him until we both had cum.
Downstairs at the breakfast table I noted Kristi also had that “I just got
fucked” look and when our eyes met she grinned and winked at me. Then lo and
behold my aunt came in looking a little flustered herself. Wow, I guess all
three of us had made up for lost time this morning!
Chapter 3 Thursday - Swapping Husbands
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It was Thanksgiving which meant lots of food which was the best part of the
day. After the boredom of visiting and watching football on TV, Kristi and I
decided to spice things up and bit and trade husbands for the evening.
Although it may surprise some people, we’ve actually only done this once
since her marriage. I guess I can't blame anyone that really doesn’t know me
other than through my diary to think that we would be swapping all the time.
Even so, if they really think about it they would recognize that family
“orgies” and swapping has never really been a big thing for my family.
For the most part, incest has been a means by which I demonstrate my love and
submission to my father. For him it serves to satisfy his most secret and
base inner needs and desires. When it comes to me and my mom it’s entirely
different - something we reserve for those special times we get together like
mother-daughter nights and such. Finally, when it comes to my cousins and
uncles incest isn’t really a big deal per se. It’s really more just a good
opportunity for casual sex without any worries about relationships or
commitments than anything else. Heck, the fact that it’s incest really is
more a technicality than anything that means anything one way or the other.
Besides, is fucking my uncle who I rarely see all that much different from
fucking any other married man? In both case their wives don't know about it
and it’s not something we do all that much so if you ask me, it’s only
“incest” because of how the world has defined it.
When I moved out from Kristi’s place after I married Steve, my sexual doings
with Kristi took a marked downturn as I focused on our marriage and being a
loyal and biblically submissive wife to Steve. Since Kristi married Ben
we’ve seen even less of each other as our circle of friends are almost
entirely different. Ours are mostly close friends and work colleagues
whereas theirs tend to be focused around parties and such. That’s one thing
different about us - I’ve always had a close-knit group of friends like Beth
while Kristi was more independent and less social.
We DID swap one night just because it seemed like it was something we needed
to get off the table more than anything else. Until then whenever we were
together it was sort of the “elephant in the room” so to speak and so to get
things back to normal we decided to swap one night so as to get it out of the
way. We debated on who should have to go to whom but in the end the girls
won out (what a surprise... NOT) and the guys each travelled to the other’s
house while Kristi and I remained home for the evening. It wasn’t by any
means a first for me as Steve when it comes to swapping but it WAS sort of
special for me knowing I was sleeping with a relative that I would be seeing
for a long time and not just some stranger.
Since that one night, while we would meet at times for dinner or for the guys
to watch football or something else on TV, we haven’t had sex or do anything
like the swapping thing again. It wasn't that I was opposed to it - not in
the least! Spending the night with Ben had been exhilarating and he fucked
me pretty good on top of it all (well, I was actually on top a good bit of
the time).
As for Steve, he’s always enjoyed fucking Kristi but since she got hitched
I’ve noticed that those interests had waned a bit. While he won’t admit it,
I think that her working as a whore for so many years turned him off more
than just a little. Well, not so much as to make him not want to fuck her of
course but when she married one of her clients it seemed to amplify those
negative feelings.
We actually started the swap in the family room watching TV with me nestled
up against Ben while Kristi had her head on Steve’s shoulder. I was wearing
one of Steve’s flannel shirts with no panties while Kristi had on a sheer
black babydoll nightie with an almost invisible matching black thong
underneath. My grandmother had stopped by earlier to say goodnight and while
she didn't say anything when she saw how we were matched up, not to mention
what Kristi was wearing next to my husband, her face told an entirely
different story. Oh well, at least my cousin waited to started sucking
Steve’s dick until our grandmother closed the door to her bedroom!
For a while there I was beginning to think that we would just all do it in
the family room and forgot about heading to the bedrooms. My grandmother had
closed her bedroom door barely a minute before Kristi was undoing Steve’s
pajama bottoms while my dad and Aunt Linda started making out like two horny
high school kids on the couch. As for Ben and me, he was undoing the last
couple of remaining buttons that I hadn't already undone. Soon the shirt was
wide open, exposing my boobs to the cool air. Meanwhile Kristi was busy
bobbing her head on my husband’s erection now that she’d finally worked it
out through the opening in his pajama bottoms. Not to be outdone, my dad had
his hands all over his sister-in-law’s long legs and was working his way up
towards her ass when Ben started to suckle on my nipples like a hungry baby.
My dad, the senior-most amongst us, assumed the “adult” role at that point
and declared, “OK everyone, what do you say let’s take all this behind closed
bedroom doors?”
It really didn't matter to me where we did it although I knew my opinion
didn't necessarily match that of the others. For me, I tend to prefer a more
intimate setting when I have sex unless the entire purpose is to show off or
be watched - like at a party. Otherwise, for me one-on-one sex gives me more
privacy so I can concentrate on the man I’m with and I also like to know that
he isn’t being distracted by anything - or anyone else. I especially don’t
get off watching Steve having sex with anyone else. It’s not anything to do
with jealousy or such, it just doesn’t do anything for me and tends to be
more a distraction than a turn-on.
My husband and I share a lot of the same thoughts and opinions but this is
one area where we’re 180 degrees apart. Steve LOVES watching other men fuck
me and goes out of his way to encourage me to let him watch. Hey, if he gets
off from it then I certainly don’t mind. When I say I want privacy during
sex, that means no others having sex around me, not that I don't like an
audience. Thus I’m sure that if Steve had his way we’d of all stayed right
where we were just so he could watch Ben fuck me.
As for Kristi and her mom, what more do I need to say? You don't work as a
high-end prostitute for years and have any hang-ups about doing it in front
of people. As for her mom, like mother like daughter I guess you could say.
After all, it’s not like Kristi didn’t do all the things she did without the
full support and encouragement of her mother. Whereas my mom was
flabbergasted when Kristi became a professional, her mother was as proud as a
peacock.
I’m sure my dad wouldn't have minded a little voyeurism as well but he was
undoubtedly more concerned that his conservative mother-in-law would come out
for a glass of water or whatever and find us all doing the dirty deed in the
middle of her family room - and not with our respective spouses. Odds are
she would just turn away and go back to her room without a word as that was
what she’d always done in the past when she caught me and my dad together but
still, why push it? After all, we were the guests in her home so it was only
polite to follow her rules.
One nice thing I soon learned about swapping at my grandmother’s place was
there was no travel involved like back home - we simply split up when the
evening was over and headed for our respective bedrooms. My grandmother was
already in bed by then so it wasn't like she saw what we did although frankly
I was so horny by then that I wouldn't have cared.
Leaving my shirt undone - what was the point in buttoning it, I followed Ben
to the bedroom he and Kristi shared while the others made their way to the
others. Once inside, he firmly closed the door and then immediately stepped
behind me and dropped the shirt from my arms such that I was left standing
there nude. Stepping back and then a few feet in front of me again, he just
stared at me, moving his eyes from my head to my toes as he took in my naked
body like he was trying to memorize every detail of my body.
“Damn, you really are hot,” he said softly, licking his lips in anticipation,
“If I just looked at you long enough I’d probably cum in my pants.”
This was actually the first time he’d seen me nude in quite a while. Besides
the swap I mentioned before, the only other times had been shortly after he
and Kristi got hitched and Kristi tricked me into fucking her husband without
me realizing who he really was. Well, I should say that it didn't take much
for her to convince me to have sex with him, The REAL tricky part was her
not telling me that she was married to him until after he’d cum in me!
I started to step towards him but he motioned me to stay still as he moved
back to the bed and took a seat without taking his eyes off of me for a
moment.
“Don't move,” he said in a voice husky with lust, “I just want to look at
you... god you’re so beautiful.”
Hmmmmmm, I was starting to like him even more! He certainly knew how to make
a girl feel good about herself, that was for sure.
Ben took in a big breath and released it slowly. “Touch yourself,” he said
to me softly, “I want to watch.”
Ahhhhh, so he wanted a little porn show first. Well, I could do that! I
always like it when a man just looks at me with that expression that tells me
he desires me and wants nothing more at that moment than to possess me and
take me as his mate.
A little music would’ve been nice and had we been in my bedroom I might’ve
pulled out my phone and played something sexy. One of my favorite “stripper”
songs was “Don’t Cha” and it would have been perfect right about now.
Knowing my cousin she was already blowing my husband or even fucking him by
now so I didn't want to go in and disturb them to get my phone. Under the
circumstances I was left to improvise...
I smiled sweetly at Ben and ran my fingers through my hair, pushing it back
and then shaking my head to let it fly about and land back on my shoulders.
Then I ran my hands and fingertips from the sides of my neck, then down in
front until they reached my boobs. Cupping one in each hand, I jiggled them
like a woman in the grocery store comparing melons before squeezing them with
my nipples pressed between my fingers. My tongues ran across my lips
seductively as I watched for Ben’s reaction and I wasn't disappointed. He
was fidgeting on the bed, adjusting his jeans to accommodate his growing
erection.
After playing with my boobs a while and tweaking my hardened nipples, I let
my fingertips drag down over my smooth belly and then up my sides back up to
my boobs where I played with them again briefly and then repeated the
maneuver. Each time I went down a little lower, going first just to my belly
button and then a fraction of an inch lower every time my hands descended
until I was finally down to the top of my pussy. I wanted so badly to touch
it but I knew Ben wanted me to even more so I resisted the urge to hurry and
did my best to tease him by just missing it and going on down to my thighs.
Ben seemed transfixed, his eyes following my hands without hardly even
blinking. As I swayed to the imaginary sounds of music in my head I moved up
closer to him slowly but surely until I was just between his knees as he
spread his legs further apart to accommodate me. That was when I ran my
finger down the center of my pussy slit and pushed the tip slightly inside of
me, moaning softly as I did. OK, so it may have been a bit overly
melodramatic but Ben didn't seem to mind.
“Damn... I can smell you,” he whispered, almost inaudibly, “I can smell your
cunt.”
Considering how wet and horny I was by then, I would’ve been amazed if he
didn’t! I started to rub myself with the middle finger of my right hand
while my left hand caressed my left boob. God I was so damn wet! Pushing my
finger in to the first knuckle, I pulled it out and put it in my mouth,
sucking on it and licking my pussy wetness from it. It was wonderful! Ever
since I was a young girl I’ve LOVED the taste of my pussy when I was horny.
From the way Ben was breathing and staring at me as I tasted my own pussy, I
knew what he wanted but he wasn't going to get it that easily. Rewetting my
finger, I briefly touched it to his lips but when he opened his mouth to try
and touch his tongue to it I pulled it back and smiled naughtily at him.
“If you want it then you have to ask for it,” I instructed him, “I’ll do
anything you want... ANYTHING mind you, but ONLY if you ask and you have to
be specific... make that VERY specific.”
Privately I’ll say when it comes to men and sex, I like to be the one in
control. Yet control can manifest in many ways. For instance, I think a lot
of men believe that they are dominating when a woman sucks their dick but I
would counter that the exact opposite is true. After all, who has their
mouth and teeth around the most sensitive part of whose body? For me, I
don't like to control as in being a dominatrix. Instead, I prefer to be more
subtle. Leading and persuading are more difficult but yield such rewards.
When I allow a man THINK he is control but yet totally determine the course
of action, to me that means I’m in control. Following Ben’s directions would
make him feel in control, but he was doing it because I told him to, not
because he was controlling me.
“I want to taste your nasty cunt,” he demanded but from my response he
quickly learned the rules of the game.
“Gotta be more specific than THAT,” I teased him as I once again put my
finger to my mouth and licked it off. Mmmmmmm, again I LOVED the taste of my
pussy!
He frowned at first but then brightened up as he grasped the concept.
“Alright then... put your finger up as far as you can into your pussy and
then let me lick it off.”
That was better. After all, it wasn't like I didn't want to do it myself!
Reaching down I pressed my middle finger up into me, bending over slightly to
get the right angle so I could get it in all the way or at least as far as I
could. For a few moments I stroked my finger in and out of me, imagining how
much better it was going to feel in just a little bit when it was replaced
with that beautifully erect dick that was trying to burst from his jeans.
Pulling out my finger, I put it on Ben’s lips at which point he opened his
mouth and took it in like a pacifier, sucking off my pussy taste.
“Fuck you taste good,” he sighed a I removed my now “clean” finger. “Now put
your leg up here and let me get it straight from the source.”
He reached out and put one hand on each of my buttocks and pulled me in
closer. The reaching down with his right hand, he lifted my left leg up sop
my foot was on the bed next to him. Then he scooted back until he could lean
over and pushed his face into my crotch. His tongue reached out like a snake
and started to lick the outer parts of my pussy as I held onto his shoulder
to keep my balance. Soon he had his hand cupping my crotch and then was
working his own finger into me, first one and then followed by a second.
“Fuck you’re wet, aren’t you?” he mumbled with his mouth against me.
Ben’s tongue worked down as he finger fucked me, licking my clit and then my
pussy was his fingers moved in and out of me. God it felt so good! For a
guy he was pretty good at eating pussy, better than most I would say.
I pushed out my hips to drive my crotch into his face as his tongue worked
its magic on my clit and his fingers continued to stroke non-stop inside of
me. I was soooooo close!
“That’s it Ben... lick me right there,” I gasped as he flattened his tongue
against my clit and pushed it around, “Oh god, don’t stop... don't you
fucking stop now!”
With one hand on his shoulder I used the other to push his head into my
crotch. Whether he could breathe or not wasn't my concern - I just wanted to
cum... and cum hard.
Then it hit... my orgasm screamed though me as I thrust my hips into his
face, trying to keep from falling as my leg felt weak under me. Oh wow, this
was it! Wave after wave of the most pure pleasure surged through me, driven
by the intense sensations generated by Ben’s mouth on me together with what
now must have been three fingers up my pussy. He had his other hand gripping
my ass, his finger exploring the entrance to my ass and then pushing its way
in so he had fingers in both my holes now.
When I finally came back to earth all I could think about was one thing - I
wanted to be fucked. It didn't matter to me what position or even whose dick
it was, I just wanted a cock inside of me. At the moment there was one
readily available and if I had anything to say about it then it would soon be
buried to the hilt in my throbbing pussy. Fortunately Ben had the same
idea...
Pulling his face away from me, he looked up at me with a grin as he wiped my
cum from his face with the back of his hand.
“Bend over,” he said roughly, grabbing me by the hips and twisting me around
to face the bed as he got up behind me.
I leaned over the bed, my ass rising up in the air as he pushed my feet apart
with his feet, his shoes still on as I heard him unbuckle his belt and drop
his jeans. He didn’t even bother to take of his shoes and step out of his
jeans and underwear before I felt the tip of his erection poking against my
butt.
“Damn, I’ve been wanting to fuck you all day... hell, ever since we left
Pittsburgh,” he growled as he maneuvered his dick into position. No sooner
did I feel the head of his dick against the entrance to my pussy than he
thrust forward, driving his hard dick into me all the way in one swift
motion.
“Oh Goddddddddd!,” I cried out as it felt like he was filling me with his
dick.
I love the feeling I get when a man first enters me, it’s like I’m empty and
in need and then suddenly he fills me and I feel complete. Usually I prefer
to feel him push into me slowly, gradually entering me as I take in every
inch of him. This time though it was like one second I was empty and then
the next he was drilling deep inside of me.
“Fuck me Ben... oh god fuck me!” I groaned as he started to stroke quickly in
and out of me.
With each thrust he slammed his crotch against my ass, his balls swinging out
to hit me. I was so wet it sounded almost obscene as he would slowly draw
himself out until just the tip was in me and then drive it back quickly back
in me again, only to repeat the process over and over.
“Shit, you’re so much tighter than Kristi,” Ben groaned as he fucked me
faster.
Talk about music to my ears! I loved knowing my pussy was tighter than my
cousins, even after having fucked hundreds of men over the years. Lord only
knew what things men did to her when she was hooking so it wasn't a big
surprise that she wasn’t exactly as tight as a sixteen year-old anymore.
At the rate he was going I was wondering how long he would last. It wasn't
like he was a spring chicken anymore and I had no idea how fast he could
recover so I wanted this first time to last a while.
Ben seemed to sense the same as suddenly he pulled out without warning,
grabbed me by the waist and all but threw me up onto the bed on my back.
Stripping quickly, he dumped his clothes on the floor and jumped up onto the
bed, pushing me onto my side as he moved in behind me.
“Fuck I want more of that tight pussy,” he said gruffly as he lifted my upper
leg so my foot was resting on his leg.
I felt him reach down and position his dick once again but he was so anxious
to fuck me again that he was having trouble lining up so I reached down and
brushed him aside so I could guide him to the target. I was rewarded for my
efforts by the feeling of him in me again, only this time he had his arm
around me and was squeezing my boobs with his hand as I felt his hot breath
against the back of my neck.
“You love it don’t you?” he asked rhetorically as he fucked me, “Just like
your cousin and her mother... you’re whole family is nothing but a bunch of
cock-loving whores... I bet you’ll do just about anyone just to get laid,
won’t you?”
Another time, another place, and words like that would have earned him a slap
in the face but this wasn't that time or place. I knew it was his dick doing
the talking now and I also knew what he wanted to hear and so I didn't
disappoint him.
“Oh yeah, fuck me... fuck me like a whore,” I came back, “Fuck me like the
hundreds of men before you.”
Now some men might be turned off if the girl he was screwing reminded him of
just how many men had fucked her before him, especially when the number was
in the triple digits. Not Ben. If anything he seemed all the more turned by
the numbers.
“Damn, I can’t believe that many men have had this pussy... and STILL so
fuckin’ tight,” he countered, “I’m gonna fuck you better than any of them.”
Well, now it WAS all his fantasy as I’ve been laid by some pretty incredible
men. Physically, I’ve had cocks that would have made Ben’s look downright
puny but cock size doesn’t really mean anything so long as it’s big enough to
get in me and fill me enough to make me cum. What really makes it memorable
for me is all about the emotional aspects. That’s why my “best” fucks have
all been by my husband and father. Like, how can sex with ANY man compare to
having the man you pledged your life to, or the man you have fully submitted
yourself to?
Then there’s all the crazy circumstances where it’s WHERE I’ve been fucked
that makes all the difference. Wow, where do I even begin? Heck, even my
first BJ was memorable being in the middle of a movie theater and me a total
virgin - pussy AND mouth. What about the time my boyfriend fucked me in the
lake with all the kids swimming all around us?
Then there was my dad “hiring” me and my cousin to act as escorts for his
clients while he joined in, them having no idea what his true relationship
was with us. I could go on and on but you get the idea. Yes, I LOVED Ben
fucking me but to say he was better than all the ones before, hardly. Still,
I was certainly enjoying it!
I had my eyes closed and was focused on the action between my legs when again
Ben pulled out without warning and this time he pushed me on my back while he
moved on top of me in a classic missionary position. I knew what that
usually meant - he was getting close.
Once Ben’s dick was buried in me again I lifted my legs and wrapped them
around him, locking my ankles to pull myself tightly into him. Ben was
holding himself up on his hands, lifting himself above me as he drove his
hips into me to drive his dick deep inside of me. I lifted my head up and
looked down to where I could see his hairy crotch up against my pussy, his
cock out of sight but I could feel where it was - in me! He must have been
really close as he was just circling his hips causing his dick to move around
in circles inside of em and then he groaned and held himself still as I felt
his cock surging inside of me, telling me that he was shooting his load into
me.
“That’s it Ben... cum in me, fill me with your sperm,” I moaned loudly as Ben
released load after load of into me, taking me more like he as mating me like
a bitch in heat. There was no love, no emotional attachment. He was fucking
me, pure and simple, with the sole intent to feel good and take me as a man
only can when he mates a woman.
When he was done he dropped down and for a moment I was afraid he would crush
me but he caught himself just in time on his elbows. He was breathing so
heavily and his face was so red I was concerned he might have a heart attack!
Finally he rolled over beside me, his cock spilling out of me, leaving a part
of him inside of me.
His cock was still hard but I knew that wouldn't last for long so somehow I
picked myself up and bent over him, taking it in my mouth to savor the rich
flavor of the mixture of female cum and male sperm that coated it. Mmmmmmm,
talk about a treat! Ben groaned as I sucked on his overly-sensitive dick but
he didn't make any effort to stop me. Unfortunately, any hope of salvaging
his erection for another round quickly disappeared, just as the size of his
dick did while it was in my mouth.
Somewhat satisfied, I laid on my side and draped my leg over him, pressing my
freshly fucked pussy against his hip and rubbing myself on him like a dog in
heat. My boobs pressed against his side as he put his arm around me and
pulled me in tightly against him.
As we laid there on the bed, naked and momentarily exhausted after sex, I
wondered how long it Would take him to recover. I only knew that if he
thought he was only to cum in me once then he had better think again!
Chapter 4 Friday - Kristi and Me With My Dad
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Night #3 came quick as the guys had slept half the day away after gorging on
our Thanksgiving feast leftovers. On the brighter side, it meant we could
change to the TV to something other than boring football games. Alas, all
good things must come to an end and by supper their stomachs were ready for
more leftovers after which we all got stuck watching more football - BORIONG!
During the day as the guys snored away we girls debated as to what out plans
would be for the evening. It took a while to decide as we could only discuss
things when my grandmother was out of the room which wasn't all that often as
she enjoyed having a houseful of relatives over at last. Not for the first
time I felt a sense of relief that Marlene hadn’t come with us.
As part of our discussion it was sort of fun to reminisce about the past and
how much things had changed since we were teens. My aunt was the one to
bring up the first time Kristi and I had sex together with my dad.
“You have NO idea how much I wish I’d had a video camera that day,” she said
to me ruefully, shaking her head in mock despair, “Actually I was amazed that
we were able to keep it all a secret from you for so long as we did.”
Of course she was referring to the Fourth of July family picnic the summer
after my first year of college. The picnic itself was something we’d done
for as long as I could remember but that year’s had been something special -
it included our first family orgy. When I’d left for college I knew my dad
would miss fucking my young pussy and indeed, I missed it myself... a LOT!
Still, it wasn't like he didn't have options with my Aunt Linda always
available at his beck and call.
While I was consigned to masturbation and lesbian sex with my roomie, I
thought my poor dad was suffering manfully while he waited for me to return
home. Well, little did I know that I was barely out of the house when my
cousin Kristi stepped in as my “replacement”! Somehow during breaks they
managed to keep it a secret from me and indeed, for almost two months into
the summer break I still hadn't a clue. Sure the signs were all there but
unless you were looking for them they were pretty easy to mistake for
business as usual. I mean like to see my cousin and her mother running naked
around our house wasn't exactly fodder for the nightly news and having the
two of them flirting with my dad was just normal uncle-niece playfulness so
far as I knew.
The whole story is in my diary so I won’t repeat it here except to say I was
quite shocked to learn the truth although I quickly adapted and for the first
time had sex with my dad with another girl that was younger than me - the
previous two being my mom and her sister.
Actually, other than our annual tradition which now took on even MORE
traditions, Kristi and I seldom were together with my dad. Not that he
didn’t fuck her - he did that a LOT, especially when I was off to school. It
was more like when I was home I wanted him to take ME and not have to share
him with anyone, not even my mom for the most part unless it was something to
celebrate like his birthday or Father’s Day.
While I certainly didn't mind anyone watching, I much preferred just one-on-
one sex with him where he could take me and give me his love and show his
true feelings of lust and respect for me. The lust part was obvious, LOL,
but the respect came from how he never took advantage of his position. As
his daughter and a Christian I submit totally to my father and I would do
ANYTHING he asked me to do. Still, while he knows he can ask for the world,
my dad also knows that there are things I don’t enjoy and some that I even
despise such as anal sex. The fact that my dad LOVES anal sex yet never asks
me to allow him to fuck my ass is a tremendous testimonial to the respect he
has for me as a woman and his daughter.
My Aunt Linda was actually the one to suggest that Kristi and I sleep with my
dad. My immediate reaction was to wonder if she was thinking more of my dad
or her? Like, it was certainly generous of her to think of how to please my
father for the evening. Still, at the same time that left her alone with our
husbands - a situation she had yet to take advantage of so far as I knew.
Whether it was curiosity or just being a little playful, I decided to call
her out.
“Sounds great Aunt Linda but if we’re with my dad, where does that leave our
husbands? I mean like I don't see the two of them sleeping together.”
Everyone laughed at that as if there was one irrefutable point it was that
neither guy had a gay bone in his body. The very idea of them even sharing a
bed, let alone having sex, was simply unimaginable.
All eyes turned to Steve and Ben, both of them who obviously knew what Linda
had in mind when she made her suggestion. Ben looked at Steve who shrugged
and turned to the rest of us.
“Well I guess that means Ben and I will just have to keep Linda warm
tonight.”
Again everyone laughed and Ben picked up the conversation saying, “Well, if
we really HAVE to, I guess I could do it.”
Yeah right, like the instant boners they both had at the very idea wasn't a
dead give-away.
My dad returned then with my grandmother after talking about something in the
kitchen. We all tried to hold back our laughter but it was obvious something
was going on.
“Ummmmm..., something you guys want to share?” my dad asked.
It was all each of us could do not to laugh out loud again as my dad seemed
puzzled as to what he had said that we found so funny.
I was sorely tempted to answer with some smart remark like, “Oh you’ll find
out later,” or “We’ll share it with you soon,” but I doubted my grandmother
would have appreciated the humor. As it was, it was already a little
uncomfortable in that it was pretty obvious we had been discussion something
we didn't want her to hear and that generally meant something incestual.
When bedtime finally came, or at least time to go to bed, we all dutifully
headed to our “normal” bedrooms. Steve closed the door behind me and I
didn't waste a moment stripping off my clothes.
“Somebody’s horny,” Steve teased me, taking a seat on the edge of the bed.
I wasn’t quite sure how to respond. On the one hand, I WAS horny! If there
was one thing I knew turned on Steve (well, there are LOTS of things that
turn him on but this was one) it was to see me getting all hot and bothered.
All I had to do was get a little flushed and reach between my legs to grab
his full attention. Standing in front of him totally nude except for a gold
ankle bracelet, my pussy was aching for relief and when he hinted at
something like he just had, I knew he was hoping to see me start to
masturbate for him.
On the other hand, what was making me all horny was the prospect of being
fucked by my dad along with my cousin in just a few minutes. Steve was not
exactly a prude by any definition of the word and if anything he loved to
watch me having sex with other men. He once explained it to me that the more
a guy got off with me the more he loved it as he knew for that guy it was
usually a one-time thing and all he could do after was to wish for more.
What turned him on was knowing that HE could have me anytime he wanted for as
long as he wanted - and that the other guy was jealous of him because of it.
The only time Steve had seen my dad fucking me was back before he proposed to
me. I knew he was getting close and I didn't want to have to postpone my
answer while I waited for him to deal with my incest responsibilities. I had
learned from my Aunt’s divorce what could happen if you married a man
without having his full consent regarding incest and I wasn't going to make
the same mistake. Thus I wanted to get it out in the open and out of the way
before I agreed to marry anyone. At the same time I didn't want to say
anything TOO soon in case he never actually proposed in which case who knew
who he would tell depending on how bad the breakup went.
What I ended up doing was hiding Steve in the closet while my dad fucked me
in the cabin where we were all meeting for Thanksgiving that year. Honestly,
I think Steve thought I was pulling his leg about having sex with my dad and
didn't fully believe me until he actually saw my dad’s dick inside of me and
witnessed my father filling me with his incestual cum.
Whereas most every guy I know loves to fantasize about incest, at the same
time it’s almost always about someone else having an incestual relationship.
In Steve’s case, while he was extremely intimate with his mother, much more
than what the majority of people would consider “appropriate”, there was
still a line never to be crossed. Even the thinnest, most sheer negligee was
enough to create a “barrier” when it came to touching his mother’s breasts.
So long as there was no actual skin-to-skin contact, it was OK.
So it was with how my husband viewed me and my dad. For me to run around
half naked in front of my father was fine with him. I could sit on his lap
while he sported a raging erection but so long as I had a nightshirt between
his dick and my butt, all was cool with him. It even went one step further
than with his own mother in that so long as he couldn't actually SEE anything
it was OK. Like, I could reach into my dad’s pants and stroke his dick so
long as there wasn't anything to actually see.
As far as Steve was willing to go, for me to actually have sex with dad in
front of him... well THAT was too much. I guess technically I could’ve sat
on my dad’s lap with a robe or something covering me and rode his dick with
Steve in the room but I knew it made him uncomfortable and that all goes back
to the respect thing again.
So anyway... here I was with a warm wet pussy, about ready to leave my
husband for my father’s bed, and I didn't know what to say to my husband.
Well, there is ALWAYS one thing a wife can say to her husband that is ALWAYS
OK...
“I love you Steve,” I said softly as I reached over to put my arms around his
neck and kiss him.
I felt my husband strong arms encircle me and pull me into him until my boobs
were pressed against his chest while his hands each grabbed a fistful of my
bare ass. Mmmmmmm, as horny as I was if I didn't leave soon I Knew that I
wouldn't be leaving for a lot longer time!
“Have fun with Aunt Linda,” I whispered in his ear and gave him one last peck
on the cheek.
Now THAT I knew was something I need not worry about. For whatever reason
Steve loved fucking my aunt and I knew that he was often over at their house
to get a piece of her whenever I wasn’t available. In fact, I think he fucked
my aunt a lot more than my cousin, as in almost always my aunt - especially
now that Kristi was married to Ben.
This would be the first time that he would be doing her with a guy other than
my dad which I thought would probably be for the best. Steve would never fuck
me along with my dad and I think that influenced him somewhat with anyone my
dad fucked, even Linda. To do her with another guy closer to his age was
probably going to be a dream come true for them both.
“See you in the morning babe,” he said, blowing me as kiss as I stepped
through the doorway. I probably should have worn a robe but my grandmother’s
bedroom door was shut and I wanted to make an “entrance” when I entered my
dad’s bedroom. What better than to be 100% nude?
Walking swiftly down the hallway, I listened at the door and thought I heard
something but wasn't quite sure so I turned the doorknob and opened the door.
I was just about to jump in wearing nothing but a smile when I saw my dad
wasn’t alone. Wouldn't you know it, my cousin had beat me to the punch!
“Hey cuz, what took you so long? Sorry, I couldn’t wait.”
Kristi was grinning from ear to ear, obviously pleased with herself to be the
first to get my dad’s dick for the night and she certainly hadn't wasted a
moment in climbing aboard. My dad was laying on his back with his head
resting on a couple of pillows pilled in behind his head while Kristi was
riding him reverse cowgirl such that she was facing the door as I entered. I
doubted it was a coincidence that her first position was such that she could
look me in the eyes as I came in while she was bouncing playfully on my
father’s rigid erection.
Well, I wasn't about to give her the satisfaction of showing any sadness or
displeasure. Instead, I simply climbed up on the bad and swung one leg over
my dad’s chest and held onto the headboard while I positioned my wet pussy
directly over my dad’s face.
“Hi daddy!” I greeted him cheerfully with my first words of the night.
“Well hello yourself little girl,” he said back with a grin as my pussy
dangled just inches from his mouth.
“Eat my pussy daddy,” I demanded, trying my best to ignore the rocking
movement as my cousin rode his dick behind me.
Lowering myself downward, my dad put one hand on each of my hips and pulled
me into his mouth, his tongues extending to lick my shaved pussy as it came
into contact with his face.
God it felt so good to feel my father’s tongue on my sensitive clit! My dad
knew exactly where and how to lick me after having done so more than any
other man in my life (although Steve was making a valiant effort to catch
up). Other than my mom, my dad was probably the best person when it came to
eating me and that includes women as well. Well as they say, practice makes
perfect.
My grip tightened on the headboard as Kristi was moving around behind me. As
it turned out she was twisting herself around such that she was facing me
while on her knees as she straddle my dad’s torso. I felt her arms around me
as she put them over each of my boobs and started playing with my nipples
between her fingers.
“Mmmmmmm, been a while, eh cuz?” she murmured in my ear as I tried to focus
simultaneously on my dad’s tongue and her talented fingers.
She was right, it HAD been a while. It’s amazing how fast time can go by and
it had been months since the last time we got together for some fun. For a
moment my mind drifted to a few nights we’d spent together when we both were
horny without a date... wow!
“Oh daddy... just like that!” I exclaimed, jumping a little as my dad’s
tongue pushed up inside of me. Any thoughts of Kristi were pushed aside as my
dad brought me to my first orgasm of the evening.
“Already?” was all Kristi said as she reached down to touch my pussy as my
orgasm peaked, “Damn, I’m jealous!”
She pulled her hand away so I took one of mine off the headboard, using the
other to rip for dear life as I felt like I was going to leap off the bed at
any moment if my dad didn't stop his relentless assault on my poor pussy.
God it felt so damn GOOD!
Kristi started to groan and moan as my orgasm slowly waned and I knew why she
had pulled away from me - she was doing herself as she fucked my dad.
“Oh yeah!” she cried out, a little too loudly as I was sure my grandmother
would hear her in the adjoining bedroom, “Fuck me Uncle John... Fuck me
harder!”
In reality it was HER doing the work as my dad more or less just laid there
on his back. Really, what could he do with two girls on top of him, one
riding his cock while crying out from her first orgasm of the night and the
other rubbing her wet pussy against his lips and cheeks?
“My turn,” I said rather demandingly as I pulled away from my father’s face
and laid down in the bed with my back up against my father’s warm nude body -
make that HOT nude body as he was already glistening with seat and the night
was still young.
“Hang on.. almost done,” Kristi groaned as she rubbed her pussy furiously to
keep her orgasm going as long as possible. She gave one more heavy groan and
then more or less fell to the side, allowing my dad’s glistening cock which
was still rock hard.
My neck was getting sore from twisting around to watch so I straightened it
out and was rewarded with the feel of my dad turning to spoon me.
“I bet your little pussy’s hungry for some daddy cock, am I right?” he teased
me as he snuggled in closer to me, his dick poking me in the lower back.
“Oh daddy, stop teasing me and fuck me!”
As wet and horny I was now after him licking me to an orgasm, his hard dick
slid easily into me as he pressing his crotch into my bare ass to plunge
himself deeper and deeper into me. Within seconds he was stroking his
incestuous dick in and out of me in slow steady movements. Oh yean, now THIS
is what I’d wanted so badly to tell Steve that I was looking forward to, the
feel of my own father’s cock filling me as I laid there in total submission.
At the moment I had no idea what Kristi was doing but she was the last thing
on my mind. I closed my eyes and focused on just one thing, the feel of my
father’s erection as he moved it slowly in and out of me as if he was trying
to stretch out the time it took him to cum so he could fuck me as long as
possible. I felt his hand work between my legs and then push his arm through
until he had my leg in the crook of his elbow, lifting it up high to expose
my pussy for us both to watch as he fucked his daughter.
“Say cheese!”
My eyes had been shut tight but even so I could see the brightness of the
flash as the camera went off in Kristi’s iPhone. Seeing spots, I opened my
eyes to see her grinning as she maneuvered for a closer view of my dad’s dick
in me.
“Kristi!” I exclaimed, “What the hell are you doing?”
If there was one cardinal rule we followed as a family, it was no photos or
videos during family sex. What I mean is when we have sex as an extended
family as of course that didn't apply when it had been just me and dad living
together. Sure there had been times when my mom had taken photos and videos
of me and my dad having sex. Those were the ones I knew I would treasure
someday when I got older and indeed, there were times now when my dad would
pull out an old one back to when I use to pose in outfits he bought for me
back when I was just ten or twelve. I wasn't nude but I may as well have
been from the lack of coverage. Then there were the early sex scenes, when I
first was having sex with my dad. OMG, those I would have died if we ever
lost. Talk about important moments in your life!
Kristi seemed not to care about anything and my dad wasn't saying anything
either so she kept on taking photo after photo.
“Let me know when you’re close Uncle John,” she said almost like she was
directing a porn scene.
“You mean like now?” he grunted.
“Damn!” Kristi muttered under her breath, reaching quickly for the controls
of her phone as she switched modes to start taking video.
“OK... ready!” she said with a look of determination as she kept the camera
focused on where my father’s dick was appearing and then disappearing inside
of my pussy.
Their timing was perfect as my dad latched onto my boob tightly as he thrust
himself deep inside of me.
“Oh fuck, I’m cumming Kelly, daddy’s cumming in you,” he groaned. In a way I
wondered later when we all were watching the replay if he wasn't saying it
more for the camera but I loved it all the same.
A sharp thrust and then a quiver against my ass as he started to ejaculate
within me. I knew that with each thrust yet another rope of his thick cum
was spying from the tip of his dick deep inside of me.
Again as we all watched the riveting replay later the next day, I wondered if
this was for the camera but no such thoughts were in my head as he pulled out
and let the last couple of loads gush out over my pussy. Once he was done he
quickly pushed it back into me and gave me a couple more strokes before just
laying there still with his throbbing dick still in me.
“Oh daddy, that feels so good,” I moaned with my eyes shut tight. Little did
I know how well that line would go over when the others watched. They all
teased me a little but there was no mistaking the intensity of my feelings at
the time.
While I was pretty confident that my dad had taken his pill beforehand, he
still was going to take a while to recover as he finally turned onto his back
allowing his withering cock to slide from my cum-filled pussy.
“Here Uncle John, take this while I do Kelly,” Kristi said as she handed the
phone to my dad.
With a shove she pushed me on my back and then she got back in bed again,
kneeling between my legs.
“Ready?” she asked. I knew she wasn't asking me - it was my dad she was
waiting for as he fumbled with the phone.
“Just push that thing on the bottom to the left for photos,” she instructed
him as he seemed unsure as to what to do.
He figured it out and took a shot of her as she posed with her face right
over my freshly fucked pussy. Turning the camera to Kristi, she nodded her
approval and waited for him to get ready again. Once he gave her the thumbs
up she lowered her head and started to lick my pussy and lick the cum from my
pussy where my dad had sprayed it just a few moments before.
“Oh yeah, not THAT’s that I call a midnight snack,” she said all with a grin
as she licked her lips to get the last drop of cum. I didn't tell her it
wasn't anywhere near midnight but why spoil her mood?
“Here, lift your fat ass cuz,” she teased me as she tried to shove a pillow
under my butt to make it easier to eat me. I just let the “fat as” dig go
by, she knew full well how had the bigger ass between us and it wasn’t me,
not by a long shot!
I lifted my butt so she could shove it in under me and then she put her hands
on my inner thighs and pushed my legs up to lift my butt up even more.
Pausing a moment to pose for my dad, she plunged her face into my wet pussy,
almost attacking it as she gobbled up the cum which was now draining from my
pussy down to my ass and the pillow below it.
“Oh god!” I exclaimed as her nose pressed against my sensitive clit.
“She’s pretty good, isn’t she?” my dad observed.
“Don't worry daddy, you’re still the best,” I comforted him even though it
was a slight white lie in that my mom was in a league of her own when it came
to oral sex.
“God that’s so fucking hot!” he groaned as he got up on his knees to get a
better angle of my cousin’s face in between my legs.
Yep, two girls - always a winner for the guys. Two cousins, even better.
One licking his cum from the other’s pussy after he’d just fucked her...
priceless.
“Don't you dare stop,” I threatened her as I felt another orgasm arising
within me, “Don't you fucking stop now!”
“OH FUCK!” I couldn’t help but cry out as she made me cum. My pussy gushed
and the remained of my dad’s cum flooded out of me into Kristi’s waiting
tongue as she lapped it up like a cat at a bowl of warm milk.
Hopefully her camera had a lot of memory from the number of pics my dad was
taking. I didn't care... all I cared about was my cousin’s mouth as she
licked me and rubbed her nose against my clit.
“Come here,” I begged her, my arms reaching out to her.
Kristi moved her naked body on top of me, her boobs pressing against mine as
we kissed and she shared the delicious flavor of my freshly fucked pussy.
Damn it tasted so good!
We twisted until we were on our sides and for the next few minutes we just
kissed and hugged each other like tow lovers. Damn, it had been ages since my
cousin and I had made out like this and I realized just how much I missed
doing this with her.
“Ummmmm, do I get any attention?” my dad finally broke in or we might have
gone on all night.
We both looked at him where he was stroking himself as he watched us. His
dick wasn't at its fully erect state, not by an means, but it wasn't entirely
flaccid either. From plenty of past experience I knew the only difference
now was just a little attention...
We both started to go for him but I pushed Kristi aside gently but firmly.
“You fucked him first so I get to suck him first,” I said, “It’s only fair.”
In a way it was rather funny in that normally I would have sucked my dad for
as long as possible before he fucked me but today it was all upside down.
Kristi has been in such a hurry to one-up her cousin that she had just
mounted him immediately without so much as a lick on his shaft.
Well, I corrected THAT in a few moments, taking my dad’s semi-flaccid cock in
my mouth and sucking on it softly with my tongue playing along the tip. His
crotch had a thick heavy musky odor now that was tempered by the smell and
taste of pussy - mine and Kristi’s. Mmmmmmm, it was so erotic!
“OK, now I get some,” Kristi demanded after I’d sucked on him for a few
minutes. I wasn't about to pushed away THATY quickly though and I refused to
give ground, keeping his dick firmly in my mouth.
“Now girls, no fighting,” my dad chuckled, “There’s plenty for both of you.”
What I REALLY wanted was to feel my dad grow in my mouth. It was one of
those things that really turned me on when I suck any cock - to feel it grow
in my mouth. Face it, 99% of the time by the time I get a guy’s dick in my
mouth he’s at full erection mode already. It’s rare that I get to actually
feel it enlarge and become thick and hard inside my mouth. Don't ask me to
explain why, it just fascinates me and really turns me on.
At this moment that was exactly what was happening and I was not about to
give it over to Kristi now just as it was starting to grow. Indeed, he had
already grown substantially since I’d started and I knew it would only take a
few more minutes at this pace to get him fully erect... and THEN Kristi could
have it.
“I know what you’re doing and it’s not fair!” she huffed, obviously
disappointed as she could see what was happening when I let him slide out of
my mouth a little. Oh well little cousin, life isn’t fair!
Soon my dad had regained his erection to where he was pressing against the
back of my throat when I took him in all the way. Lifting my head up, I
grinned at Kristi and nodded at my dad’s dick.
“OK, you can have it now.”
She just glared at me but she didn't waste any time replacing my mouth with
hers. Meanwhile, as my cousin blew her uncle I moved up and offered him my
boob to suck on. I loved the feel of his lips as he tugged ion my erect
nipple and then the soothing touch of his wet tongue as he ran little circles
around it. My dad was more a leg man and pussy lover but he wasn't about to
turn down my boobs, at least not when I practically pushed them in his face.
After a while I went back down and joined Kristi as the two of us finally
shared his dick between us, running our tongues up and down opposite sides
and then switching back and forth to take him as deep into our mouths as we
could one after the other.
“Damn girls, if you keep doing that I’m not going to be able to stop myself,”
my dad sighed, followed by a deep groan as Kristi took him down her throat, “
Yeah, I mean like that.”
Pushing us gently away, he sat up in bed with his wet cock pointed up to the
ceiling. The two of us sat back on our heels, waiting to hear what he wanted
next... and who. He’d fucked us both but I’d gotten his cum so it was only
fair that Kristi get the next load as it would likely be the last but then
again, as I’d told Kristi before, life isn’t fair!
“It’s like trying to decide between impossible choices,” my dad sighed as he
looked at me and then at my cousin, “I guess there’s only one choice - do you
both.”
With that he positioned us both doggy style ion the edge of the bed with our
knees on the edge and our lower legs and feet hanging off the side. We were
side by side, our naked bodies pressed against one another as he had us lower
down to our elbows so our pussies were more easily accessible.
“Now THAT is one incredible sight,” he said as he stood back and stared at
us, “Damn... stay that way for a minute... don’t move a muscle.”
He hustled over to the bed and pushed the covers around until he found
Kristi’s phone.
“OK, say cheese,” he teased us as he moved around until he got the shot he
wanted, “Finger your pussies now.”
Dutifully we did as he told us, spreading our pussy lips apart and then
rubbing ourselves and pushing our fingers in our pussies as he took one shot
after another. I couldn't help but feel like one of those porn stars on the
internet as it was such a classic pose.
“Fuck, enough of that, I’m gonna fuck some pussy now,” he grunted as he laid
the camera aside and moved up behind Kristi first.
Without any hesitation, he rammed his dick into her to the hilt, pushing her
forward as she grunted from the force of his entry. Rather than pull out and
do it again, he pulled out and quickly moved in between my legs and did the
same to me. Like Kristi, I couldn't help but grunt as he suddenly rammed it
deep inside of me and pressed in hard against my ass like he wanted to see
just how far he could get it in me.
Well, he had said he was going to do us both and indeed, that was just what
he did. Back and forth he went, a stroke in her and then in me and then back
in her again. Finally as he tired he started to do two and then three
strokes before he would switch pussies.
“Oh shit, I’m getting old,” he gasped finally after going on for a while this
way. He was fucking me at the time, now getting in maybe a half dozen
stroked before he switched back to my cousin.
He pulled out of me then but instead of entering his niece he took a seat on
the edge of the bed and pulled Kristi on top of him. She was still o her
feet facing away from him as he pulled her down onto his dick.
“Sorry babe, I can’t keep doing all the work, now fuck me.”
Kristi knew what to do as it was pretty obvious what he wanted. I sat on the
edge of the bed next to them, one leg bent under me with the other foot on
the floor. My pussy was screaming for more attention and while it really
wanted my dad’s dick, for the moment it made do with my finger as I
masturbated and watched my dad being fucked by my horny little cousin.
“OK Kelly, your turn,” he said to my surprise. Wow, he was really holding
out this time!
Kristi reluctantly made room for me as I got into position and reached back
for my dad’s dick. Kristi proved to be a good sport of it and instead she
grabbed my dad’s wet shaft and guided it into my pussy for me as I sat down
and felt it slide into me.
He must have been closer than he had realized as I’d only been riding him for
less than a minute when he suddenly pushed me off and motioned for Kristi to
get aboard.
“Sorry sweetheart, I promised her a load too,” he apologized as Kristi
grinned at me.
His attention quickly switched back to my cousin’s pussy now enveloping his
dick as he moaned while he came inside of her. Kristi was grinning from ear
to ear as she looked at me, obviously pleased that she was getting it instead
of me.
Now it was my turn to eat my dad’s cum from my cousin’s pussy. This time my
dad didn't worry about the camera as he leaned back and let Kristi lay on top
of him as I licked and ate her pussy right over his rapidly dwindling dick.
I even got in a few licks of his dick while it was available. It didn't take
long before she was cumming and it looked so hot to see her in the throes of
an orgasm while laying on top of the man who had just fucked her so well.
My dad, pill or now pill, was done. His eyes were glazed over as my cousin
and I helped him under the covers as he drifted off into a deep sleep -
snoring and all.
“Well, that was fun,” Kristi mumbled as she sat there with her legs crossed
under her.
My thoughts went back to when we were kissing earlier and how intimate and
loving that moment had felt. With my dad now satisfied and literally passed
out for the night, what better time than to have more of that.
“Come her cuz,” I called to her softly, my arms outstretched.
Our lips met, then our tongues and I knew we wouldn't be joining my dad for a
long time...
Chapter 5 Saturday - Fantasy Fulfilled for All
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Every man I’ve ever known masturbates to porn but ask him about his favorite
and/or most naughty fantasy and are it probably won’t be anything to do with
a porn star. If my experience with chatting and having sex with numerous men
over the years is worth anything, odds are you’ll get one of these answers...
two or more girls at the same time, something incestual, or taking a young
girl for her first time. Of course there are many variations on these
seemingly simple themes. For instance, to some men “young” means anyone
under eighteen, typically in their mid teens, while other men lean more to
the tweens and then there are even those pervs who go for little girls in the
single digits. Incest-wise, some guys tell me about their lust for a sister
while others want their mom with the occasional cousin or aunt mixed in.
The “multi-girl” category can really vary and can actually even include the
other two depending on the guy’s fantasies about the girls. For most guys
it’s more a question of being naughty and doing something taboo so they move
up the scale from s simple three-some between two unrelated girls to cousins
and then sisters. Perhaps the most provocation is when they dream of a
mother and daughter which could be quite different depending on the age of
the daughter in the fantasy.
To be fair, it’s not just men that have such fantasies. For example, my mom
use to tell me for years how she wished I had a brother so she could have sex
with her son... followed closely by watching him and me have sex leading to a
family threesome. I have to admit to having some of my own as well, usually
something to do with either two brothers (not necessarily mine) or a father
and son both taking me at the same time.
For my dad, you could say he hit the Trifecta! Not only did he get to fuck
me as a teen as well as my cousin Tammy when she was only fourteen, but he
got to do two or more girls at the same time (either me and my cousin Kristi
or me and my mom or some other combination). Then to top it all, he got the
mother-daughter box checked off when me and my mom joined forces to please
him. Not many men get to realize all three of the top fantasies - and at the
same time no less!
My husband Steve pretty much has the same opportunities as my dad and trust
me, he takes full advantage of them. Sometimes I wish his mother would join
in with us but that doesn’t seem likely to ever happen. Unfortunately for
him there’s nobody younger left to fuck in the family so anything like that
he has to do with my dad and Aunt when they go to their family parties.
Still, overall I would say Steve’s sex life is better than he ever could have
imagined growing up and how many husbands can make THAT claim?
Then there’s Ben, my cousin Kristi’s new husband. When you marry a woman you
met as a prostitute then it shouldn’t come as any surprise that she doesn’t
exactly have a typical family life. Still, I have to wonder if he really
understood what he was getting himself into... or should I say WHO he would
be getting into? LOL. No doubt he had to expect that his wife wouldn’t
exactly be monogamous but so far as I know Kristi didn't reveal her incestual
leanings until after their vows were exchanged. Again, while I’m sure it had
to be a bit of a shock, it couldn't have been anything nearly as great as it
would’ve been had he married a “normal” woman, meaning one that wasn't
turning tricks for years with him as one of her clients.
We’d been quietly debating all day what to do this evening. There were even
suggestions like heading up to go clubbing in Chicago but we didn't think it
would be right to leave my grandmother when we were suppose to be visiting.
In the end the decision was sort of surprising to me. It was something we
hadn’t done in quite a while, in fact not since my mother had left my dad and
moved out to Oregon. The guys were pretty all for it, even my dad who I
would have thought would be the one to oppose it. I guess after a couple of
nights of hot sex he’d loosened up a bit - at least for the holiday weekend.
No sooner had my grandmother’s bedroom door shut than we all gathered in my
dad and aunt’s bedroom. I have to admit I felt both excited and a bit
worried. In our previous “family orgies” it was always my dad with multiple
girls - his wife, daughter, etc. Tonight the numbers were even which meant
rather than being the man in the middle so to say, he would now be just one
of three hard dicks. Oh well, he hadn't said anything to oppose things so I
guess we would just have to take him on his word.
My aunt assumed the motherly role to get things started, telling everyone to
just strip and get it over with rather than fooling around with any kind of
strip teasing or whatever. Now that sort of thing would have been fun for me
but I could see her point. The room was crowded enough with six people so
hers was probably the best suggestion. Within minutes everyone was naked and
either seated on the bed or standing next to it. All the men were already
fully erect but I guess I couldn’t blame them for their lack of self control.
Once again it was my aunt directing things and her experience clearly showed
as she knew just what to do to get things off on the right foot. It was an
easy decision actually as I have never met a guy who didn't enjoy watching
two girls having sex - with three being even better.
Chapter 6 Sunday - Breakfast With My Grandmother
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It probably should go without saying that Sunday morning came way too soon.
Even so, my internal alarm clock worked perfectly. OK, so my bladder may
have had something to do with it as well but either way I was awake at 7:30AM
while everyone else was still sound asleep.
Looking around the room, it was quite a sight. Nothing but naked bodies
draped over one another in no particular rhyme or order. The strong odor of
sex lingered in the air. Whew, some air freshener was in order!
Grabbing a robe that I think was my aunt’s, I wrapped it around me and
hurried to the bathroom to deal with my immediate needs. As I stepped back
out into the hallway, I was startled to almost run into my grandmother.
“Good morning,” she greeted me with an odd smile, “So are you going to the
service with me? Starts at 9:00 you know.”
Well duh, like what was I suppose to say? My body was telling me that
another couple hours of sleep wouldn’t hurt but my heart and soul was tugging
me to attend church. I really don't like to miss it and I always feel guilty
when I do.
To answer her I just nodded to which she responded, “I’m guessing the rest
won’t be joining us.”
She nodded her head at the bedroom door and it was immediately obvious she
knew everyone was in the room together. Well, it wasn't up to me to explain
our actions so I figured best to just let it go and she wasn't exactly
pressing the issue anyways. I was just like always with her pretending that
things happening right under her nose never happened.
I started to follow her to the kitchen but she politely but firmly put out
her hand and wrinkled her nose.
“How about I get breakfast started and you take a shower first?”
While she didn't exactly say WHY I should take a shower, it was pretty
obvious. First, my hair was a disaster and it didn't help that I could feel
clumps of dried cum in it when I tried to run my fingers through it. I hadn't
really noticed anyone cumming in my hair the night before but obviously
someone had been shooting with some pretty good range!
Besides my hair, I knew I had to reek with sex and it was going to take more
than a little deodorant and perfume to mask the odor. Besides everything,
the more I woke up the grungier I felt. Although first I felt a little
embarrassed, I realized it would have been nothing had I sat down to have
breakfast with her in this condition only to realize later how bad I must
have looked and smelled to her.
As the hot water cascaded off my shoulders and head I scrubbed my well-fucked
pussy thoroughly. One of the additional benefits of shaving your crotch is
it makes it much easier to clean up after a good night of sex! As my fingers
worked their way between my legs, memories of the night before came back and
I started to rub myself more than necessary to get myself clean. Then I
remembered my grandmother was probably cooking breakfast for me and it
wouldn't be polite to be late just because I wanted to masturbate first -
plenty of time for that after we ate.
Wrapping my hair up in a towel, I started to put on the robe but when I held
it up to my nose I realized that wearing it would negate the benefits of the
shower so I just found a larger towel to wrap around me. I glanced into the
bedroom before heading to the kitchen but nobody had moved a muscle since I’d
left!
“Better?” I asked as cheerfully as I could muster when I entered the kitchen.
“Yes, thank you Kelly,” she said softly, “Sorry, I couldn't help but say
something.”
I gave her a hug and kissed her on the cheek and it seemed like everything
was OK between us, at least for the moment. As I sat down I recalled how
many times she and I had done this very thing - share breakfast while the
rest of whoever was with us slept soundly away. It was sort of like our
special time together and we’d had some pretty interesting conversations over
the years! It appeared soon that this time would be no different.
“So I take it you all had fun last night after I went to bed?”
Whoa, now THAT one came out of the blue as until then we’d been talking about
the new pastor and how she wasn't happy with the way he’d changed around the
order of the service.
“I guess so,” I said slowly, trying to stall for time so I could see where
she was taking this.
“You know Kelly, I’m not all THAT naïve,” she said but her eyes stayed
focused on the plate in front of her and never met mine. I waited patiently
for her to continue, not wanting to say anything unnecessarily that might
make things worse.
“It seems to me now that your mother is gone that you’ve lost whatever
sensibility she maintained. I just can't see the sort of thing you people
did last night in my own house happening if she had been here.”
Several things alerted me... “the sort of thing you people did” and “in my
own house” were the ones that hit home the most. It was like it was bad
enough we had an incestual mini-orgy but what seemed to bug her the most was
that we did it all but right in front of her. It wasn’t like the old walls
exactly muffled the sound of what was happening on the other side of the
bedroom door, especially something like last night’s heroics.
I fidgeted in my seat, adjusting the towel which was threatening to drop.
Yeah, like THAT was just what I needed right now. Of all the similar
conversations we’d had in the past, this one was perhaps the most
uncomfortable for me. Prior to this they usually centered around her concern
for me, like she was making sure that whatever was going on between me and my
dad was something I wanted and not anything he was forcing upon me. It all
stemmed back to when my grandfather first took my own mother. It wasn’t rape
as while not entirely against her will, it wasn't like she protested or told
him “NO”. In the end she was even thankful although I knew she never felt
quite right that her mother didn’t approve.
Yeah, this was different. My grandmother wasn’t worried about ME this time,
she was more pissed off that we had disrespected HER. It was like our “don't
ask, don’t tell” policy had been stretched past the limits to the point where
she wasn't able to entirely ignore everything.
“Well grandma, you DO know that mom has changed quite a bit lately herself,
don't you?” I started to say. Indeed, now that my mom wasn’t bound by her
marital vows she was a LOT more slutty than I ever could have dreamed she
could be but my grandmother wasn’t listening to any of that.
“No you just be quiet about your mother Kelly,” she scolded me, her face
turning a bit red, “She was always the good one, not like her sister god help
us all. Just look at yourself and be thankful you had her for your mother
instead of turning into what your cousin became.”
I couldn't let that slide entirely so I started to respond saying, “Now
Grandma, you know Kristi stopped doing that stud a while ago. She’s even
married now.”
I paused to catch my breath but before I could continue my grandmother cut
back in with, “Like I said Kelly, I’m really not that stupid. Do you think I
don't know how she and Linda manage to sell so many properties?”
Wow, it was ALL coming out now. She must have been even more upset than I’d
thought. Actually, I was a little surprised that she even knew about the
“benefits” of buying a home from my Aunt Linda. Then again, it’s not the
sort of thing you can keep a secret amongst family forever.
Then she leaned over and said quietly as if worried someone might hear her.
Judging by my last peek into the bedroom the odds of THAT happening were
about zero but I didn’t say anything.
“I’m sorry Kelly, it’s just so hard for me to comprehend sometimes, even
after all these years. How can you even think about setting foot in church
this morning after what you did last night?”
Well, I could take only so much before I had to draw the line. “Grandma, I
didn’t do anything last night that I am ashamed of in the slightest. If
anything, I’m proud of it.”
Now it was her turn to be exasperated. “Kelly, you committed incest and
adultery. How can you be proud of that?”
“Well, incest maybe but not adultery,” I muttered under my breath but as old
as she was she still heard me.
“Listen Kelly, don't give me any of that crap about it not being adultery if
it’s incest. Committing one sin doesn’t offset another. You’re mother tried
pulling that one and I didn't buy it then and I most certainly am not buying
it now.”
“I’m sorry Grandma, I just don't see it that way. Now do you want me to go
to church with you or am I too unclean to sit next to you in the pew?”
Maybe a little too much but she got the message and the conversation ended in
what could be best described as a draw. I helped her with the dishes and
then hurried to my bedroom to change. Thankfully we hadn’t used that room
last night so my clothes were pretty much all where I’d left them. I’d
brought along a rather conservative floral dress just for church, at least it
was conservative for me. Although still a few inches above my knees, it was
perhaps the longest in my closet.
Back in the kitchen my grandmother was waiting for me, her Bible open in
front of her - no doubt to the anti-incest and adultery pages but I wasn't
about to reopen that conversation again. She looked up at me and her eyes
covered me critically.
“No bra? Really Kelly?” she sighed with exasperation as she closed her
Bible.
In the first place, I hadn't brought one so it wasn't like I made a conscious
decision NOT to wear one. I thought the dress was thick enough that my
nipples wouldn't be poking through and an earlier glance in the mirror hadn't
drawn any attention but apparently she was able to figure out I was missing
something - probably the lack of a strap line.
“Well I hope you’re at least wearing underwear then,” she muttered shaking
her head.
I just ignored that one. Of course I was wearing underwear! Like, I WAS
going to church with my ultra-conservative grandmother, not my father, so I
wasn’t about to even think about drawing such attention to myself. Not that
they were exactly granny panties but then they weren't a full-blown thing
either. Tasteful is how I would classify them.
“How do you girls even walk in those things?” she asked as we went out to her
car for the short drive to church.
I glanced down and shrugged. It wasn’t like I was wearing six-inch stilettos
or anything like that. I thought they were rather classy - black strapless
with maybe a four-inch heel. Not like they were clear stripper heels!
In the end church went just fine. My grandmother introduced me to her
friends and even the pastor. I almost laughed when even the pastor managed a
quick downward glance at my cleavage although I doubted anyone noticed it was
so fast. Hey, he’s a man too and most men can’t entirely stop the instinct
so it didn't bother me at all.
By the time we got home the rest of the gang was up and my dad was already
packing the SUV. I hadn't planned to wear a dress on the trip home and
especially not the heels but my dad had already packed the suitcases so I
wasn't left with a choice. Seeing how the guys were looking at me in my
dress, somehow I don't think it was entirely coincidental that my clothes had
been locked up so quickly!
We all kissed and hugged my grandmother goodbye and it was back on the road
for the ten hour trip home. You would have thought that after all the sex
the night before that everyone would have been worn out and settle in for the
trip.
You might have thought so but then you would’ve been wrong, LOL.
Chapter 7 Sunday Afternoon - The Trip Home
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Actually, with the SUV loaded up as full as it was we didn’t really get into
any sort of crazy doings on the way home. Kristi was the one to start
flashing her boobs at the truckers. Not to be outdone I flashed a few of my
own and we even finally managed to talk my aunt into doing it a couple of
times herself. It made me wonder what the truckers were saying on their
radios to each other. Were some of them making deliberate moves to pull up
alongside of us?
The only other real “event” was when my aunt dared me and Kristi to relive
one of our older car games that we use to play when travelling together - see
who could cum first. Back as teens even before we started having sex
together we use to masturbate all the time. Whether it was because I
“practiced” more than her or whatever the reason, I usually won like 80% of
the time or more.
This was a first for Ben whereas for Steve it was sort of “been there, done
that” type of thing. In the end it was sort of funny because neither of us
wanted to ”win” the contest as we both enjoyed what we were doing too much to
have to stop. Finally she couldn't hold off any longer and as soon as she
started hers and I was confirmed the winner when I allowed myself to finish
as well.
It was late in the evening when we finally got back to the ‘burgh. My dad
dropped Kristi and Ben off first and then pulled up to our apartment.
“Maybe next time your mom can join us,” Aunt Linda said to Steve as we
gathered our suitcase.
Now had I said something anywhere close to that Steve would have gone off the
deep end and chastised me for bringing up the subject, fiercely denying that
he had any such desires for his mother. To my shock,. In response to my
Aunt’s comments he simply kissed her gave her a “who knows” sort of answer.
Was he just teasing her?
After being cooped up all day in the SUV, Steve was anxious for a little
relief and then we finally slept in our own bed again. I fell asleep
thankful for having such a wonderful husband and family. Wow, this was a lot
of fun so maybe we should plan something similar for Christmas!
THE END
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