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By Heather ©

Chapter 5

Disclaimer:

If you don’t like graphic sexual stories, if you are under 18, or if you live in a state where reading this is illegal, then don’t read this and leave. If it is illegal in your state to possess this literature then I suggest you leave as well. This is a work of fiction to display fantasy.

I spent most of my night having wet dreams over what I’d been doing with Freddie lately. But it was what I did for dad the other day that sent me over the edge and woke me up. I felt like I sort of had the same agreement with him as I had just put in contract form with Freddie. I liked being able to give him something to masturbate to and despite being his daughter, it seemed like I had caught him not caring much about that fact. I knew it had to be because he was safe in the knowledge that he could never touch me. It’s a rare thing for a daughter to be able to give something back to her parents of any real worth. Usually we consider just staying out of trouble and not getting pregnant as payment enough, but I happened upon a way of giving something back that was truly of help to my dad.

It took quite a while in the shower this morning. I remembered Freddie telling me that he was going to put into force the contract for the first time today, at least from his perspective. He wouldn’t tell me what he wanted to do, but his smile as he talked about it told me it was probably something that he had been fantasizing about for a long time. I only knew for sure that it would be something wild. I fingered myself under the spray of the water for quite a while, but never quite got a good orgasm from it. Finally I happened upon a thought that made my lips engorge themselves and get stiffer than they had during masturbation for a long time. It involved dad.

I thought about when I had walked in on him the other day while he was jerking off. His eyes had been closed and his face was all crinkled up in intense pleasure. Realizing instantly that he was doing it right then because he had just watched my masturbating for the first time in front of Freddie, I was delighted that I had given my dad some small measure of happiness. But I never really even looked at his cock and wondered just how my father measured up. Was he hung like a horse, just average, or what? I finished myself off dreaming about what he would have looked like if I hadn’t walked in on him.

There was a bunch of noise just outside the bathroom door while I was toweling off. I could tell dad was putting something into the attic by way of the pull down stairs. I wasn’t at all curious about what he was putting away, but I did see an opportunity to let dad see me in my birthday suit. It was Saturday and he was off from work, so I figured he had plenty of time to please himself at leisure. I walked out into the hall and he was half way up the stairs with a box. He looked back and saw I had no clothes on, and I covered my head with my towel to dry my hair. I knew he would look if I wasn’t looking back. I could tell he was just standing there instead of continuing up the stairs and that meant he was taking the opportunity to check me out while I couldn’t see him.

I had my head bent towards the floor and asked him what he was doing. He said something about putting away some winter clothes, and still there wasn’t any noise from his movement. I took the towel away and tossed my hair back to look at him. That made him very uncomfortable and he started up the stairs again. I asked him if he needed any help, but I knew I was already doing plenty for him just by standing there in the nude. But my innocent curiosity was wearing thin, so I went back into the bathroom.

I heard dad finish getting the box into the attic and could even hear him placing it on the shelves we had up there. I became rather interested when I didn’t hear him come right back down. I didn’t have to be a rocket scientist to know what was taking him so long. I decided that I wanted to see what my dad was carrying around, so I dropped my towel and crept up the stairs. I was light enough that they made little noise under me.

When I poked my head through the opening, I saw that I was right. I had just implanted the thought in my dad’s head to relieve himself as I had just done. His back was to me and I could see his right arm was very busy, like he was in a big hurry this time. I knew at some point I was going to have to intrude on him again if I wanted to get a peek at his cock, but I waited and watched for a while. Then my dad decided to look around and check the stairs; the only way anyone could catch him doing it. When he saw me resting on my elbows having been watching him, he got a little upset and began to stand while lecturing me on privacy.

I jumped up onto the floor and told him he was the one that had walked in on me three times just recently. Then I told him the thing that stops every parent from acting normally. “I was just curious.”

“About what?”

“Well obviously I know why your doing it now, but… I wanted to see it.”

I had been talking about just seeing his cock, but he thought I meant I wanted to watch him jerk off.

“I can’t let you watch me do that.”

That changed my focus and now I did want to watch him pull himself off. “Dad, you know I know a lot more than that. If I’m the one you’re thinking about, why can’t I watch you? You didn’t mind watching me do it on my bed.”
“That was just as wrong. You caught me in a weak moment. Now go downstairs.”

“No! I want to watch you. There’s no one here but you and me. And I haven’t even told Freddie about what’s been going on. So, just finish so I can see.” I knew I had more selling to do, so I worked at calming him down and concentrating on me instead. When I saw him take one quick peek at my crotch, I knew what to do. I rubbed my hand over my vulva and stared into his eyes. It was plain to see that he wanted to watch whatever I wanted to do, he just had to get over his guilt. “Come on dad, do it. I’ll do it right here to give you something to think about.” I let a couple of fingers begin to slide through my lips and my other hand went to my chest to rub it.

“If I let you, will you stop the teasing?”

“If that’s what you really want. But I know this is the most sex you’re getting right now, and there isn’t a thing wrong in just looking. Besides, I like it when I know you’re watching me; it gets me really hot and makes me feel good about myself. You give me everything and I give you nothing. Now I have a way that I can do something for you and it‘s as easy as forgetting to dress… or close a door.”

“But honey, it’s so wrong.”

“If anyone knew about it, I guess they might frown a little, but nobody knows. Please, I want to see.” I knew if I started first that his guilt would be overcome by his biological necessity. So, I began rubbing myself in earnest and groped the little bit of fat that made up my left tit. “You got any idea why these never grew for me?”

“If it’s meant, they’ll develop in due time. You should be thankful that you’ll always look younger because they’re small.”

He began turning around on the box he was sitting on and I saw he had a small hand towel covering his crotch. Dad was already resigned to watching me fingering myself, and I saw the towel begin moving on it’s own, so it was just one step more. I took the couple of steps to reach dad, and snapped the towel away from him. He was growing back to the size he had been when I so rudely interrupted him earlier. He was only half hard, but I was already amazed at the girth of him. I stepped back and continued playing with myself as I let the towel fall to the floor.

Dad’s eyes were searching my body for every little thing that he normally never got to see. It seemed that my hands were what he was focused on, no matter where they went. It was how they manipulated my skin and whatever they touched that he was watching. Then, finally, he wrapped his fingers around his cock. I encouraged him to pull on it like Freddie would for me. His eyes began boring holes into me and then they half closed as he started to slowly tug on himself. It looked more like a pounding motion really and I was growing transfixed on his movements. One fleeting thought kept running through my head; I’m frigging myself right in front of my dad while he’s jerking himself off watching me watch him. This was the epitome of surreal.

Seeing my dad leering at me through his now squinting eyes made me boil so fast. I got caught up in my own needs and started frigging myself faster and harder. I could tell I was going to get that major orgasm that I had failed to reach earlier and could only catch glimpses of dad as he struggled to achieve his own climax. I bounced around on my toes while my body jerked through my involuntary spasms until I quieted down. Dad was watching me feeling my buds and I could see he was very close to cumming. I knelt to grab the towel I had taken from him and then scooted in front of him. I groped my tiny buds right in front of him because I could see that was what he was concentrating on. I even tried to lick at one, but they weren’t nearly large enough to reach. It was the effort of the act that he loved to see.

Dad reached for the towel, but I kept it and held it in front of his cock and told him I wanted to see it come out. He had to awkwardly bend it down to hit the towel. I reveled in his full size. He was no wee person for sure. It was much thicker than most I had seen, and the veins in it were pulsing between his fingers. The mushroom shaped head was so big compared to what I was used to and the one little drop of precum on the slit had me so hungry. And then as if I held a switch, I said, “Do it dad, cum for me” and he grunted along with his first shot. His cream was so thick and came out in large blobs. He was grunting almost as if it hurt him to cum so hard. When he was done and started gasping in exhaustion, I studied his sperm and told him how he really must have needed that.

Dad’s guilt started in the second I gently wiped the tip of his cock to clean him off.

I folded the towel into itself and told dad I would throw it in the laundry for him. I didn’t want him to feel anymore guilty, so I got to me feet and decided to leave him alone. But first I didn’t want to leave any doubt as to what I was thinking. I stopped at the stairs and looked back as he was beginning to pull his pants up.

“I’m glad you let me do that for you. But don’t think I’m going to make a habit of it. You’ll just have to be satisfied with the quick little peeks and flashes I give you.” And almost as an afterthought, I turned back and added, “And stop feeling guilty about looking at me. If I didn’t want you to look, I’d be covered up. And remember, Freddie doesn’t know a thing and I’d like to keep it that way.”

I went to throw the towel into the hamper, but I got extremely curious and decided to look at it close up. I opened the towel and fingered at the goo in it that was already thinning. Not being able to help myself, I stuck out my tongue and took a lick of the mess. I couldn’t taste anything, so I licked at it with a fuller tongue and then thought about how sperm seemed like such a natural thing to want to swallow. I almost wished I had of fought to get him to do it in my mouth, but that would have been going past the line. It felt odd that I was standing there trying to taste my dad’s sperm and I wiped it off my tongue with the towel, and threw it into the hamper. I went to my room to get dressed and felt so wonderful at helping dad to masturbate and getting a look at his cock. I felt like all the secrets were out now and I could feel somewhat matronly at aiding in his fantasies by simply letting him catch a peek of my panties, or see me changing my clothes. I felt good about myself.

It was seven at night before Freddie came by. It had been a very odd day since the attic scene. Dad and I tried our best to keep from talking about what had happened. But I did hug him several times during the day when I thought he was feeling guilty. One time I even sought to make him laugh. He looked really down and I said, “Quick dad, a pick me up.” I pulled my skirt right off my bottom to give him a look at my ass and panties. He laughed nervously, but it seemed to make him smile.

I grabbed Freddie and hustled him into my bedroom. I wanted to burst out and tell him everything, but I knew I wouldn’t, I couldn’t breathe a word of what had happened even to him. But he took my exuberance for anxiousness over what he had told me he was going to do to me tonight. I asked him repeatedly what he had in mind for me. I wanted to make sure he was really going to like it and was a little worried about what he might think I would like to do. But he was well aware of what I liked and disliked. But he did have me change into some sexier clothes. He told me he wanted to show off his “bitch” tonight, I could see he was nervous over applying that word to me, so I went up and teased him about it. “You know what I said about that word.” I gave him a moment to stew in fear. “That didn’t sound very slutty to me.”

He thought for a moment and said, “Just get all hot and stuff and leave it up to me to make my bitch act slutty.”

Freddie got that right. I wanted to have him watching me get real nasty, and since it was his idea of what was going to happen, I was going to try my best to give him a real eyeful. He couldn’t have known how much I wanted him to cum in my mouth so I could feed on him at that very moment. I was thinking that I would love to demand the right to suck him off before we went out, but guys just can’t get off as much as us girls, so I decided it was best to keep him horny until after the interlude he had planned.

I already had on a sexy skirt that I had been teasing dad with all day. The only difference was that Freddie liked me in thongs because the tops of them stuck out the top of my skirt. It was sort of like hanging out a sign that a girl wants to get sexed up. He finally told me that we were going to the Walkway. That was a tiny amusement park next to the beach. It was pretty rink dink, but a lot of kids hung out there. Now I knew a lot more about how to dress. I pulled on my favorite white huggy. That was my name for any top that made my tiny little girls poke out. This particular top was a very short, stretchy halter top. Freddie had once remarked how it made me look like a twelve year old looking to experiment with sex. And it allowed just a hint of color to show through where my nipples and areola were at.

I skipped some glasses I had in my room to the kitchen and dad saw my outfit. He suggested that it left nothing to the imagination. I smiled and turned full on to him, put my hands on my hips, and asked, “You couldn’t find something to imagine about me in this?”

He admitted that I was right, but wanted to know if I really wanted to tease Freddie that much. I pursed my lips off to the side and decided to drop him a hint about what I was doing. “You know dad, there’s a lot of guys out there that could use a little help besides you. You aren’t trying to be selfish are you?” I turned and walked away before he had time to answer.

Freddie and I went on our way and I was giving him warnings all the way to the Walkway about what I would and wouldn’t do. Even on the things I said I wouldn’t do, I sort of wasn’t really putting my foot down. Now that I was without my virginity, just about anything was possible. But I did tell him that I wanted him to be my next fuck.

He kept taunting me with the most outrageous scenarios that I might expect to be placed in. They got me very nervous at times, but also kept me extremely wet between my legs. It wasn’t until we pulled into one of he parking lots to the beach that he finally let me off the hook a little. He told me he had decided to start out very mellow, sort of to experiment with just how things worked under our agreement. That took a huge load off my chest. He also said he wanted to prove something to me that I had worried over in the bowling alley. There was no elaboration on that point, but it wouldn’t take me long to understand.

We walked along the main stretch and talked about trying to sneak into one of the bars, but getting caught would have just messed up our night. I still don’t understand the rational of being able to vote, had all kinds of perverse sex, but yet I can’t have one fucking beer legally. And obviously, it would have made hitting on guys easy if we could get into a bar. It didn’t strike me until right then how badly I was using guys for my own twisted fetishes. I didn’t care if they were married or had girlfriends because I never expected to ever see them again. And I cared even less for their feelings. But as I worked it out in my mind, I saw they weren’t totally taken advantage of; they were getting something fairly awesome themselves. A non-committed quickie on the side was the spice of life that we all long and crave for, it’s just most of us never act on it.

As we walked along I wanted to ask Freddie if he had any idea at all where we were going. He did have a sort of last resort place to go if nothing came along before hand. Businesses had a very high turnover rate on the Walkway, and it was the first time Freddie had been here in six months, so we were sort of checking out the new ones just for the general knowledge. We were just about to go onto the pier when Freddie grabbed my arm and pulled me into Debbie’s Place. This was the closest thing to a bar we could get into in the area. It was more of a restaurant, but their drinks were so cheap that many bar hoppers would stop in here even though there were a lot of family patrons.

We were seated at a table and Freddie began telling me what he had planned, and what he wanted me to try to accomplish. First he told me something I already knew about guys; if a girl was getting dumped, there were a line of guys ready to hit on her to make her ‘smile’ again. Every girl knows that that kind of a guy is really just an opportunist looking for a piece of ass and is usually never good boyfriend material. I was a little worried over his insinuation that I was about to get dumped, but it turned out just to be part of the game for the night.

Freddie told me that after I picked a guy, or guys if I wanted, that we would get close enough so that he could dump me loud enough to capture their attention. Then he was going to first go off to another side of the bar, and then follow us if I was able to talk him into a walk under the pier. I asked why I would go under the pier with him, but it didn’t take him much to remind me that I had walked under it after dark before. It was sort of like Vegas - what happened under the pier, stayed under the pier. I wanted to know why Freddie thought I could manage to manipulate a total stranger to take me under the pier.

“Are you kidding? With your eyes and sexual aura, mixed with any guy’s raging hormones… it would be sad if you couldn’t.”

I had to admit that most guys fell right into line for any girl even slightly hinting that they might get lucky. I asked him how long he would be watching from the eatery before going outside and he told me that he would follow my lead. I was getting very titillated over what I was getting ready to do, but then he told me what it was that he really was waiting to see. Knowing how guys, much like girls, always wanted to take a shot at the ‘loser’ that was just ousted from the picture would want to gloat, he wanted to watch up close the part that was hardest to take in all this. Sucking a guy off was just sex, just as fucking him would be. But the getting to know each other involved making out and kissing. That was the kind of intimacy that led to falling in love. That was the part that really tugged at people’s heart strings and made them do the dumbest things. But when the guy knew he was getting the girl back and it was all just a sick game, it would be so much different. Neither of us could put the feelings into words. I sort of felt it was the thrill of watching your mate cheating, as opposed to just getting their rocks off with sex.

This certainly wasn’t as easy as the bowling alley had been, especially since my slightly visible nipples were hardly noticeable among all the hot single chicks walking around with double D’s. But the one thing for sure was that under these conditions, any guy that hit on ol’ flat-chested me would obviously be attracted to tiny titted girls themselves.

Every time even a slightly possible guy came by the table Freddie would get loud, and then we would go back to talking about what I might do under the pier. This went on for almost an hour and I was getting so frustrated that I was about to tell Freddie I was going to take him under the pier. Freddie pointed out how frustrated I was becoming which proved to him that I really liked what we were doing so much that I was acting like a disappointed kid at Christmas.

Hearing that got me a little mad at being thought of as spoiled, so when two guys sat down next to us at the next table, I couldn’t wait for him to start up his act. He said something about wanting to get free of me and I took a small shot at him. I went out into left field and said quite loudly, “I am not a frigid bitch, it just hurts to do that.”

This was the first time he heard me come back with something so blatant and was a little shocked, but when we saw it had caught our neighbors attentions, the hunt was on. He told me to fuck off and ‘stormed’ off toward the counter with his drink. It took about three seconds for one of the guys to ask me if I was okay.

“Yeah, my boyfriend is just being such an ass.”

“Want to join us and get your mind off of him?”

“No, if he sees that he’ll get even madder at me, but that’s so sweet of you to offer.” I played the still loyal girlfriend for a couple more minutes while I looked these guys over. I couldn’t have lucked into a couple of hotter looking guys. It turned out they were honest and told me that they both had steady girlfriends, which made it easier on me to play with them. Even before they successfully talked me into sitting with them, I had decided that they both looked like excellent meat to suck on for a while. My initial plan had been to divide them and take on one of them for an interlude, but they were just making it too easy to go for both of them. And as soon as I was at their table, sex came right into the picture.

“So… your boyfriend thinks you’re a frigid bitch, huh?”

I dropped my head in feigned embarrassment and said, “So, you heard that? I guess everyone in the place did them.”

“Enh, don’t let it bother you. But I was curious… what exactly… if you don’t mind my asking, hurts so much?”

I stammered around a little until they prodded it from me. “We’ve only done ‘it’ once, and so I’m still sore. You know what I mean?”

The guy chuckled a little and said he thought he understood. “Well, there’s more than one way to make a guy happy you know.”

“I know, and I’m willing to do that until the cows come home, but he wants more of the other thing right off. But pain is pain.”

His friend came right out and said he’d be satisfied with anything I’d give him and I took the opportunity to hook him. Every girl knows that the slightest touch of an interested guy was enough to be considered an open invitation by him, so I pushed on his shoulder and told him, “I bet you would.”

I really liked the other guy just a little bit more, so I went back to flirting with him. I knew what I was headed for, but I wanted to make sure that these guys were close enough to be willing to share me. After having opened the door so blatantly, we openly discussed my like of giving head just as openly. And as I would always do when I saw myself about to be whisked away for my services, I would make it more of a challenge for the guy. I told them that as much as I liked doing it, I didn’t like the ending too much. That would usually bring up the subject of swallowing, which gave me an opening to say that I would if effectively coached into doing it, but that it would always take a lot of coaxing. That was the lock on the subject. I had never talked about giving a guy head to this point where I never found myself between his legs rather shortly.

So, I had everything nailed down for the main course, if you will, but I still wanted to broach the thing that had bothered Freddie so much last night. I looked around the joint to see where Freddie had situated himself. I found him looking directly at us from another table on the other side of the room. These guys I was sitting with had blown him off entirely and must have figured he left me alone. The guys were trying to get me to take a ride with them for the obvious reason; to collect blowjobs from me. I slowed it down by telling them that I didn’t go anywhere with two guys in a car, and that I didn’t know a thing about either one of them.

They finally introduced themselves as Robert and Lenny and I told them my name was Bobby. They, as most guys, loved my name. There was something about a very sexual girl having a boy’s name that really seemed to turn guys on. They seemed disappointed that I wasn’t going to go off with them until I pointed out that there were other places we could walk to that wasn’t so dangerous for a girl. That picked their spirits right back up. They instantly wanted to leave, but I told them knowing their first names didn’t really tell me much.

“You guys want me to, you know, but I don’t even know if I would like kissing you.”

That did the trick. Robert reached right for my chin to hold my face up and planted a very passionate kiss on me. As I pulled away I leered at Freddie and saw him having a very hard time taking that. But I knew deep in his heart, he wanted to see more. It was so odd that something that hurt so much was what he was lusting for, and craving to see. The words to describe why might not be there, but we both knew what it did to the both of us. I went for a second strike.

“Wow, that was pretty good. Did your friend here want to join us on the beach, or are you too stingy to share a girl.” They both smiled like Cheshire cats and I knew I was going to get every little thing I wanted. I wanted to slow us down some more to make sure Freddie had to watch me making out with them, so before letting Lenny have a kiss, I asked if they would buy me another soda while we got to know each other better.

They not only liked the idea, but we moved into a circular booth next to us, with me in the middle. Right after the girl took our order, I found myself getting my head tugged towards Lenny’s pursed lips. This time an arm went around me and his hand went to feel my bare tummy. Lenny took a look around to make sure no one was looking and slid his other hand right under my top to finger my nipple. Now I was hooked just as bad. The game was in a mode where it would have been extremely hard for even Freddie to stop. I let him feel me up pretty well before pulling away from him. Every glance I took of Freddie was making me feel so empowered to make his heart ache even worse over what I was doing. In the back of my mind I knew that the second we touched hands again that his hate would boil into lust over what I was doing, and I was going to force him to watch much more before I would let these guys walk me away.

Robert said he was feeling left out and how I had spoken of getting shared, so I turned toward him and made myself wholly available to him. He repeated the same thing he had just watched his friend get away with, except he cupped my crotch as well. He stopped his groping for a minute to ask if he was hurting me, since that was what had started my ‘fight’ with Freddie. I told him it felt great on the outside, but it would hurt like hell inside of me, so no fingering me. That was another thing that really seemed to turn guys on; hearing a girl talk about getting fingered. Guys are so easy!

They spent at least fifteen minutes taking turns priming my pump and feeling me all over. I even spent a few minutes getting to know their equipment. I noticed my glib expressions of desire for these two hunks was driving Freddie wild and I decided it was just about time to turn his misery into prick jerking ecstasy. I gave both of their cocks one last final grope and told them that it was time we should get to know each other really well. Then came the feeling I lusted for so much as they helped me stand and I had the most outrageous feeling of desire. It was this very action that made sucking cock so erotically sexy for me; when the guy, in this case two guys, would grab my arm to walk me away to wherever it would be safe for me to suck them off. It was that final feeling of being captivated and knowing exactly what I was about to do, and that it was well past the point of saying no. I was all the guy could think about and I felt so nasty knowing that I was about to have their cock in my mouth, and even nastier that I wouldn’t feel like I did what the guy really wanted until I had them cumming for me.

I lost track of Freddie until just before we went out of sight under the framework of the pier. The sun had just set and already many amorous couples were pairing up to get a feel for each other. I felt like the belle of the ball having a guy on each arm, until I realized that all I was going to be good for a just a few moments was sucking cock for them. But then, desire is desire. I found it so exhilarating as they talked between themselves just where to take me as if I was a captured soul. Little did they know who had captured whom here.

They first decided on a very well covered place at the base of the pier and I saw it would be impossible for Freddie to see us, so I told them I would be afraid to go on my knees there for fear of rats. Just declaring I knew I was going to be on my knees the instant they decided where to go increased their state of arousal. I even noticed Lenny tenting up and gave them each a playful squeeze. In return, they grappled with me to get my top off. I didn’t fight it too much because there were few people around that weren’t already engrossed in each other. The night air, and being exposed in public was setting me up for a very wild session. Both of my guys were tugging at my buds like it was the first time they had ever seen tits as small as mine, but I didn’t mind them getting their jollies. It felt pretty neat getting openly molested by two guys at once. They even took a moment to each take a turn sucking on my tiny, but very hard nipples right on the beach. One couple did walk by us and I tried to cover myself, but it was quite apparent to the girl what they were doing to me. I felt so cocky with my two guys compared to her one. If she knew I had a third waiting in the shadows, she really would have been pissed at me.

At one point Robert turned around and saw three separate guys following us at a distance. I could see one was Freddie and when Robert said he would get rid of them, I stopped him.

“Awe, don’t be a poor sport. They just want to watch what my two men plan on doing to me. I don’t mind a small audience. Actually it makes me feel safer standing way out here with you two horny fucks.”

“The girl isn’t bashful, huh. I like that in a girl. My girl wouldn’t…”

I laughed at his fear over mentioning his girlfriend. “It’s okay, she’ll have you back as soon as you regain your legs, and she’ll never know the difference. Unless you spend too much time smiling.”

“Well, if you aren’t the shy type, let’s get going right here on the open beach.”

They were waiting for my okay or to just drop to my knees. Instead I gave them, “Well you’re the fucking guys here. You don’t know what to do with me, or what?”

I had struck an emasculatory nerve and Robert grabbed me instantly. “Let’s see just how hard it really is to get you to swallow. I bet I can work it down your throat.”

“Yuck!” was all I gave them, but Lenny piped in that he could do it if Robert wasn’t man enough. His challenge was getting me so fucking horny I was ready to take on any male on the beach. Robert held me tight to him and molested my chest and I loved the feel of his fingers flopping their way over my spike hard nipples. Without releasing his hold even slightly, he began that push on one of my shoulders to get me onto my knees.

On the way by his crotch I hastily unzipped his pants and ripped them open. He had on my favorite jockey shorts that left nothing to my imagination. I rubbed my face against his crotch and bit at the hard shaft beneath the cotton. I even nibbled lightly on his balls before pulling them down. I caught Freddie moving into a perfect silhouette position just past two other men that had come along to watch. I was glad they were there to give Freddie some cover, though I doubted if they would have recognized him with my face where it was. I twisted my face to take Robert’s cock into my mouth and saw the heated look on Freddie’s face as I bobbed down on his cock that first time. Then I forgot about him so I could show Robert all my passion for sucking a really hard cock.

The lapping waves were loud enough so I didn’t have to hide my moaning or lip smacking. I grabbed the ass still half covered in the cotton shorts and felt his buns of steel. I slurped all over his shaft and would take a bob down on him every so often. I heard one of my onlookers talking me up to do a better job. What did he know? I was already sucking him like a pro. When I twisted away from Freddie’s direction I saw Lenny taking his pants down a little and smiled at his impatient anticipation. I reveled in my power to have five separate men in total rapture over my skills. When Robert couldn’t take my playing around any longer, he said, “Let’s get down to business here.”

I knew full well what he meant and pushed his pants and shorts to the sand. Then I swallowed him as well as I ever had, and reached down to where his hands were resting on my shoulders. I placed them on the back of my head and he got the idea. He took to fucking my face like a man that didn’t have nearly enough blowjobs. I heard Lenny telling him to fuck the shit out of my face. Having my head knocked backwards on every thrust gave me a chance to see Freddie once again. He was playing with himself along with the guy closest to him. It was at that moment I remembered what I had watched my father doing earlier in the attic. And although the deviancy of it, I made believe it was my dad that was fucking me in the face. I thought of the strong hands holding my head in place and wondered how easy or hard my dad might take me if he had the chance.

Robert was certainly enjoying himself and didn’t seem to be in much of a hurry to cum. Knowing that I still had Lenny to do, not to mention Freddie at some later time, I wanted to hurry him up before my jaw gave out. I wet a finger and reached around to play with his butt hole. I rarely ever did that, but it was a trick that usually sped things up very fast. And it was working like a charm this time. I felt him renew his grip on the sides of my head and slowed up. He wasn’t saying a word, but I knew I was waiting for his cum to shoot. I had thought he was going to get vocal about swallowing it for him, but he wasn’t even in deep enough to force it down my throat. That was at least what it looked like. As soon as I felt that first shot of cum hit my mouth, he thrust into my mouth really hard and deep. He gagged the hell out of me and caught me off guard, but he had a good hold on me and was indeed forcing his whole load into my throat. I must have sounded so assaulted the way I was gurgling and gagging for him to let me go.

When I just had to breathe, I yanked back as hard as I could. He wasn’t finished with me yet though, and pushed even harder into my mouth. I was just about to pass out when he released me. I had never been taken that far before and my first reaction was to gulp his cum down to clear my throat to get a breath. His apologies for going too hard came immediately, but I was a big girl and waved them off. Instead, I took several big gulps, some hard breaths, and faced towards Lenny. Later on I would feel a little bad, because when I went for Lenny, I never even had Freddie in mind. I just wanted more cock, thus another load of warm sperm. And Lenny stood right up to the plate.

While I began getting acquainted with Lenny’s meat, I heard Robert talking to the stranger closest to us. He was asking for a turn at me. Robert asked me if I was up for a third cock and I shrugged my shoulders. Obviously I was, but I couldn’t exactly say yes at the moment, but shrugging my shoulders was as good as saying yes anyways. I enjoyed the hell out of Lenny’s cock. It was long with an overly large head on it. The big head kept me from taking as much of him into my mouth as I would have preferred, but sucking the vast mushroom was just as enthralling. And Lenny had something up his sleeve that absolutely always sets me on fire; he started talking dirty to me.

“You like that cock, don’t you girl? That’s good. But where’s that reluctant girl that I heard about. I like a little fight from my cocksuckers.”

I smiled up at him and planned on giving him a very hard time when it would mean the most. I didn’t have to encourage him to hold my head, he was working me over very nicely. And just as I noticed a third man come beside us with his pants already down, I heard him telling me to eat his cum. I pulled away from him and said, “No way!”

Lenny got the idea quickly. After having watched me suck down his buddies without a squawk, he wanted the same. Lenny forced his cock back into my mouth quite urgently and told me I was going to eat it. He was indeed very capable of getting what he wanted. He held my head with the grip of a bowling ball and worked his hips into me really hard. Then as I felt his cum hitting it’s mark, he plugged the opening to my throat with that big mushroom head of his. He must have had huge globs of cum to feed me, because I could clearly feel every single spurt coming from his cock. He did like the fight and was rather good at forcing a girl to swallow for him.

As soon as he was done with me, I shook my head back to get my hair out of my eyes and looked around. It seemed like Freddie had come a little too close and I realized I had stopped performing for him and had gone on to pleasing myself. I felt guilty for having so much fun and decided to comply with the guy approaching me for a quickie. I looked around again to make sure a line wasn’t forming and saw Robert and Lenny walking away without so much as a goodbye. There was that tiny moment that I felt pissed at them for just walking off without even a ‘thanks bitch’, but I was getting use to the idea that I had really been the one using them. The third guy that had followed us down the beach had also disappeared.

I don’t know where my mind was, because without noticing the guy in front of me was getting his cock into my mouth. At the same time Freddie was moving closer and was being offered the next turn at me. Since the only ones that could have known who he was had just left, he got right up to us and started telling the new guy just what he should do to me. It was so frigging awesome having Freddie telling him every little thing to make me do. Despite the fact that the guy was less than well endowed, and only slightly hard for me, I enjoyed him. He was in his forties most likely as opposed to my first two blowjobs. Those guys were in their twenties and could get hard in their sleep.

The guy didn’t get much attention paid to his dick obviously because it only took him a minute to cum. He tried to mimic what Lenny had done to me, but he just didn’t have the equipment or drive to get the job done. When he came for me I caught it in the side of my mouth. The second he felt he was done he went to zip his pants. I started to get up to both give Freddie a hard time and to spit the man’s cum out of my mouth. But them Freddie did something that made me think evil.

As the last guy wandered off down the beach, he said, “Back on you knees bitch. You heard him, I’m next.”

I really loved hearing him call me his bitch, after all I was, but it still invoked raw nastiness in me. Here I was with a mouth still full of cum that he probably didn’t know I had, feeling very evil, and remembering what he had said to me last night after the bowling alley incident. So, I went to my knees alright. But I pulled his hand to follow me down onto the sand. The poor boy had no idea what was about to happen to him. But it was most every guy’s worst nightmare.

I got him to lie on his back and bent over to kiss him. I planted my lips over his as I held his head really tight in my hands, and opened my mouth to French him. I could feel the last man’s cum draining into his mouth and he still had no idea. I swished it around and licked it through his teeth and gums. Then he caught on to what I was doing, pushed me off him, and was getting ready to spit it out, until I ordered him not to in a tone he didn’t want to refuse. I held him back to the ground and told him he had to taste it for at least a minute before I would let him spit.

His eyes were red with anger, but he knew when I demanded something this way that I was expecting it to happen. He let his head fall into the sand but tried to keep from moving his mouth.

“You said if you expected me to do it, you couldn’t complain. Hell, at least I’m not making you swallow it.” When it was clear he was going to wait for me to tell him it was okay to spit, I poked a finger into his mouth and rubbed the cum all over his teeth and gums really well to make sure he got a proper taste of it. “It’s a whole lot different with a full load, huh?”

Freddie nodded his head and I figured it’d been long enough. I let go of him as he flipped over and tried in vane to get it all out of his mouth. I knew that most of it had been absorbed by now and began edging my way to his crotch. For some reason as I began giving him my fourth blowjob of the night, it was strangely satisfying to know he was tasting the very stuff I was going for at the moment. I knew that being way out here away from any fresh water that he was simply going to have to live with the knowledge of what another man’s cum tasted like. He was trying to keep from complaining about what I had done to him, but I knew even then that it wasn’t going to be the last time I did it to him.

I wound up giving him a spectacular blowjob as he laid there on his back, and I caught his cum in my mouth. I sat next to him and offered him another kiss and made it very evident to him that I was still holding his own sperm in my mouth. He refused to kiss me and I made fun of him and teased him for a couple of minutes to kiss me. I finally ended it by saying we could swallow together. Obviously he had nothing left to swallow, but it was neat poking so much fun at him. I grabbed my top and put it back on. All the way back to the car he was making me promise to never tell anyone what I had made him do. I swore that I would never destroy his manhood, but I told him I wouldn’t promise never to do it again. That just shocked him into silence.

The night wasn’t nearly over when he brought me home. He left but dad was still up. I was still feeling evil and as we talked at the kitchen table I mentioned how my night hadn’t been as fulfilling as it might have been. Before going off to bed I told him I was going to leave my door open for the air conditioning. I always did anyways, so he knew I was saying something to him. I started prying my top off which made him look away. I asked him how his night had been and he said it was boring as usual.

“Well, it doesn’t have to stay that way.“ I flipped up the front of my skirt, rubbed my mons and then down over my vulva, and told him I had a job to finish. “Don’t peek now. Love you daddy, goodnight.”

I went to my room, stripped to my panties, and placed my pillow on the corner of the bed. I kicked my closet door to make sure I could see the hall, and fell over the pillow, crotch first. Within seconds of rubbing myself off, I glanced back to see dad watching me. I could tell he really appreciated my offering when I saw that instead of just rubbing his crotch, he had his cock in his hand and was working it hard. I buried the side of my face into the bed looking away from him and smiled over making his night almost as good as mine had been.

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