Subject:     Neighborhood Block Party 
Story Codes: Mf inc father daughter niece exhib
Diary Date:  August 10, 2002 
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary:

Block parties are sort of quaint rituals that most teenagers try to avoid.   
Well, they aren't all that bad if you have the right outlook.

Table of Contents:  
   Chapter 1 – A Little Background  
   Chapter 2 – Pleasing My Dad the Morning of the Party  
   Chapter 3 – Getting Ready With Kristi  
   Chapter 4 – Teasing at the Block Party  
   Chapter 5 – The Firemen  
   Chapter 6 – Back Home After the Party


Chapter 1 – A Little Background
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Every year the various neighborhoods in our town will barricade off a street 
and have what we call a “block party”.  Giant grills appear out of thin air, 
everyone brings a covered dish, and it’s generally just an overall good time 
for all.  Next door neighbors who might otherwise go all year without even 
talking to one another get together and pretend to be old friends.  Typically 
the local fire department sends over a truck and I’ve even heard of some 
neighborhoods that go a bit overboard with things like pony rides and clown 
acts.

While I enjoyed these quaint events when I was younger, as I got older the 
block parties became more boring than anything else.   It took a few more 
years for me to mature enough to realize they had more to offer than I 
realized back when I was a little girl!

At this year’s party I was seventeen and my younger cousin Kristi was 
fifteen.  Technically, she didn't live on our street but it seemed sometimes 
that she and her mom spent more time at our house than theirs.  My Aunt Linda 
(my mom’s sister) had divorced when Kristi was only a couple of years old and 
we were raised together like sisters.  Thus, even though we were two years 
apart, we shared a lot in common.

To start, both of us lost our virginity when we were fourteen and we’ve both 
enjoyed active sex lives ever since.  Actually, Kristi even more so than me 
although so far as I knew she had no idea that my sexual relationships 
included my parents not to mention her own mom.  

The two of us had started masturbating together a couple of years earlier, 
the first time being at our grandparent’s farm.  We never actually touched 
one another but since then we would often play with ourselves whenever we 
were together and we’ve even shared a few boyfriends.

I don't mean to imply that anything kinky happened between us.  Usually I 
would just suck his dick while he fucked Kristi as she figured since they 
were HER boyfriends, she should be the one getting it in her pussy but she 
would switch now and then to keep me happy.

Although I managed to have sex on a pretty regular basis since my first time 
with my boyfriend Steve, even with a two year head start on Kristi she’d 
already passed me when it came to the total number of guys she’d had sex 
with.  As much as I love sex Kristi was at another level entirely!  Whereas 
I’ve tried to be at least a little selective when it came to whose cock I 
allow inside of me, not Kristi.  From what I can tell so far as she’s 
concerned, if it gets hard she wants it and it doesn’t matter all that much 
to her who it’s attached to.

To some extent I can understand her position on sex as I feel sort of the 
same way when it comes to giving blowjobs – never saw a dick I didn't want to 
suck!  Still, I just can’t let just ANY guy fuck me regardless of how he 
looks or acts.  Ok, if I am to be completely honest there may have been a few 
cases when my horniness won out over better judgment, but those times are 
pretty rare for me, definitely not the norm. 

One of the great things about being a teenage girl is knowing that just about 
every guy you meet is undressing you in his mind and wishing he could get 
into your panties.  It may seem arrogant to say this, but once I discovered 
this rather startling truth I quickly learned to use it to my advantage.  It 
never ceases to amaze me what a I can make a guy do for me simply with a 
little wiggle of my ass or a naughty look.  

As much as that works, it’s nothing compared to the power I have over a boy 
by tempting him with a blowjob.  I almost – with emphasis on “almost”, feel 
guilty when I see how excited a guy gets if he thinks that he has even the 
slightest chance of getting me to suck his cock, let alone get to fuck me.

In the end, I figure if you got it, why not use it?  It’s not my fault guys 
are so easy to manipulate!

Speaking of teasing, one of the “hobbies” Kristi and I enjoy together is 
flirting with our neighbors.  My mom sometimes gets a bit exasperated at us 
because she knows the other women on the block think she lets us get away 
with murder but at the same time she understands it’s all just for fun and we 
don't mean any harm.  Besides, given what I know of HER activities at my age, 
it’s not like she holds the moral high ground.

I would guess that most of our neighborhood adults are well aware that I 
enjoy dressing a bit slutty and certainly the husbands know that I’m a 
terrible tease.  At the same time I’d bet that none of our neighbors have any 
idea what I do in private since I try to be at least a little discreet around 
the home area.  After all, someday I hope to be a teacher here so it wouldn’t 
do to have a reputation as the neighborhood whore! Being a slut is OK, whore 
is not.

It shouldn’t be any surprise that when it came to teasing the guys in my 
neighborhood, it’s like shooting fish in a barrel.  Most of the men on our 
block are around my dad’s age or younger with a couple of older guys thrown 
in the mix.  Even so, it doesn't seem to matter what age they are as every 
last one of them can't seem to be able to keep their eyes off of me.  The 
same applies even more so to my cousin when she is around although it’s 
easier to understand why given she always dresses even more sluttier than me.

The most notable neighbors live right next door to us - Kathy and Rich.  They 
are a bit unique on our block as they love to throw big parties which often 
end in some sort of risqué activity.  Many a night I’ve spied on them from 
our deck over the garage which looks down on their back yard.  I like to 
masturbate while I watch and dream it’s me in the center of it all.  Maybe 
when I turn eighteen they’ll let me join.


Chapter 2 – Pleasing My Dad the Morning of the Party
====================================================

The morning of this year’s block party found me laying in bed sound asleep.  
Even though the air conditioning was running it had been a hot night.  My 
bedroom was in the back corner of our second floor of our old house and for 
some reason never seemed to get as much cool air as the rest of house.  As a 
result, my covers had long since been tossed off leaving me stretched out 
naked on top of my sheets.

It wasn't anything unusual for me to sleep nude as I’d been since I was 
twelve.  At first it was just part of growing up and wanting to imitate my 
parents but over time I found it to be a much more comfortable way to sleep.  
On hot nights like this I couldn't imagine even wearing so much as a 
negligee! 

Having just woken up I was in one of those dreamy states where I wasn't 
sleeping but yet hadn’t quite awakened either; just laying there on my side 
with my eyes closed and my outstretched arm hanging over the edge of the bed.  
Somewhere in my subconscious I sensed someone was in my room but I wasn't 
sure if it was real or just a remnant from whatever dream I had just awoken 
from.

Then I felt something brush against my cheek and forehead and I stirred 
slightly.  Whatever it was then pressed up against my lips.  They felt dry so 
I licked them and in doing so I felt my tongue touching something warm and 
smooth.  My groggy eyes opened just enough to see what it was and there right 
in front of me was my dad, standing naked at the side of my bed with his 
semi-erect cock in his hand.  What I’d felt against my lips was his smooth 
cock head and I smiled up at him as I blinked to try to clear my vision. 

“Good morning baby,” he said to me with a grin, “I thought you might like 
breakfast in bed.” 

I grinned at him and without a word I opened my mouth wide for him, silently 
inviting him to push his cock into it.  He didn't waste any time as he leaned 
forward and soon I felt the warmth of his dick filling my mouth.  He was 
still pretty soft but I could already feel the pulsing of the blood that was 
quickly filling it, making it harden and swell in my mouth.

Still barely awake, I just laid there with my head on my pillow and my eyes 
half-closed as he slowly worked his cock in and out of my mouth.   At first 
he only pushed it in an inch or so at most, making it easy for me to 
accommodate him. I could feel the ridge of his cock head as it brushed over 
my lips and though I couldn't hardly see it with my eyes all but closed I 
imagined how it must look to him as he watched his dick sliding effortlessly 
in and out of his daughter’s hungry mouth.

I knew it turned my dad as much to watch me suck his cock as anything and 
doing it now with me half asleep and helpless must have been really hot for 
him.  My motto was “If daddy likes it, let him do it.”  After all, isn’t that 
what an obedient daughter is suppose to do?  I can’t say I was always the 
perfect daughter, far from it actually, but when it came to satisfying my 
father’s sexual needs, I NEVER said no, a point I was quite proud of.

“Mmmmmmm, looks like someone’s hungry this morning,” he murmured, more to 
himself it seemed than me.

I opened my eyes again and looked up at him and tried to smile as best I 
could – something that’s not all that easy with what was now a thick hard 
cock in my mouth.  My dad put his hand on the back of my head and pulled me 
forward as he pushed himself deeper into me.  His pubic hair brushed against 
my face as he stroked in and out of my mouth which tickled me in a nice way.  
I could smell the male scent of his crotch which was made even stronger by 
the musky odor of his sweat that mixed in with it.  My outstretched arm, 
still hanging over the edge of the bed, brushed against his leg and I 
instinctively grabbed him with my hand and pulled him towards me. 

“Ahhhhhh, she wants it deeper,” he said softly.

My response was to lift my head to meet his inward thrusts which allowed him 
to drive his incestuous cock even further into my mouth.  He moved up until 
he was right on top of me, forcing his warm cock into my teenage mouth until 
it hit the back of my throat.  My automatic gag reflex started to kick in but 
I had long since learned how to deal with THAT problem!  My throat relaxed 
sufficiently enough to allow him to push himself down into it like a tight 
pussy.  He then thrust himself in until the base of his cock was solidly 
pressed against my face and then pulled it out just a bit to allow me to 
catch my breath.

Over and over my father slid his cock into my mouth, but now it was all wet 
with my spit and it fit easily in my throat.

“Oh my god!” he moaned, “You know Kelly, you’re one incredible cocksucking 
slut.” 

He didn’t mean that in a bad way.  Indeed, whenever my dad called me a slut I 
knew he meant it as a glowing compliment so I didn't mind it in the least.

It felt wonderful to just lay there, sucking my dad’s cock, knowing that he 
loved it when I sucked it.  More than anything else in the world I wanted to 
please my father and if that meant giving myself to him physically, well then 
I would do whatever he wanted.

I LOVE giving head but giving my dad a blowjob was a completely different 
experience compared to how I feel when I suck other men’s cocks.  To be 
perfectly honest, with other men I’m being utterly selfish in that I do it 
for MY pleasure more than his.  I love the way a man will plead with me to 
suck him.  I love the power I feel holding his tender dick between my teeth.  
It makes me feel sexy feeling a cock harden in my mouth, knowing it is ME 
that is causing the reaction that he can’t control. Then there is that 
incredible thrill I feel when he spurts his cum against the back of my throat 
and on my tongue, knowing that I have pleasured him using nothing more than 
my mouth and tongue. 

Some people claim that a girl is being submissive when she sucks cock but in 
reality I get a feeling of empowerment and total control when I have a guy’s 
dick in my mouth.  From my perspective I OWN him and indeed, when you 
consider that I have one of the most sensitive parts of his body between my 
teeth – I DO! 

With I suck my dad’s cock it’s completely different.  I suck my dad’s cock 
not so much for my own pleasure (although I DO enjoy it immensely), but 
instead I want to demonstrate to him in a physical way just how much I love 
and appreciate him.

To clarify things, just because I’m his daughter he certainly has no “right” 
to have sex with me no more than he has a “right” to have sex with any girl.  
Thus for me to give myself to him, to willingly submit myself to him in the 
most intimate and loving way that a daughter can to her father, short of 
letting him fuck me it’s the ultimate sign of my love for him.

To clarify again, when I say “love” I don't mean anything weird or perverted 
like taking him as a lover.  He’s my father and I could never see him as 
anything other than that.  What I’m trying to say is that as far as I’m 
concerned, sucking my dad’s dick is my way of giving him a sign of my love 
for him as his DAUGHTER. 

As these thoughts went through my mind I could feel my dad stroking faster 
and his breathing was getting more labored and intense.  I knew from plenty 
of past experience what was about to happen and sure enough, a few seconds 
later he gasped and shoved himself into my mouth about half way as his cock 
erupted like a sperm volcano.  A stream of cum struck the back of my throat 
as my lips clamped down on his cock in an effort to keep it all in my mouth 
as one load after another of his sperm emptied from the end of his cock.

When the last burst of sperm erupted he shuddered and held my head against 
his crotch.  As it often happens, my efforts to contain his cum within my 
mouth failed and I felt a little of it leak past his cock and drip down the 
side of my face but I managed to keep most of it in my mouth.  My dad pulled 
his spent cock out of my mouth and put his hand under my chin, lifting my 
flushed face up to look at him. 

“Open your mouth and let me see,” he commanded me.

I did as he told me and he looked down at the sight of his fresh cum pooled 
on my tongue.  “God you look so fucking hot with my cum in your mouth.  Now 
swallow it.” 

I obediently swallowed most of it down with one gulp and then used my finger 
to wipe the part that had dripped down my face into my mouth and swallowed 
again to get the remainder down.  I looked up at him and smiled as I finally 
said my first words of the morning. 

“Mmmmmmm, that was the best breakfast in bed I could ever have asked for 
daddy!”

My dad grinned and then a look came over his face as if he just remembered 
something, “Oh yeah, almost forgot... your mother sent me up here to say 
breakfast would be ready soon.” 

We both laughed at his “forgetfulness” and he leaned over to kiss me on the 
forehead.  Then he left to get a robe from the bathroom as I pulled put on 
one of his shirts that I had been wearing the night before.  Much to my 
mother’s chagrin I typically just pulled it over my head when I undressed to 
go to bed, leaving it buttoned.  Usually I forgot all about it later when I 
threw it in the wash and she was always complaining how she had to unbutton 
them all the time for me.  It made it easier for me though in the morning 
like this when I would just pull it over my head and didn't have to bother 
with the silly buttons all over again.

My dad’s dress shirts were my favorite thing to wear around the house 
followed by a variety of t-shirts and sweatshirts (more in the winter). His 
shirts were so comfortable and one of the side benefits was that I never had 
to wear anything underneath even if someone came to the door delivering 
something I was still mostly covered by the long shirt tails.

Heading downstairs I found my dad was already seated at the table and my mom 
was setting out some pancakes and sausages for breakfast.  She looked at me 
as I entered the breakfast nook and gave me a knowing wink and a smile. 

“Well, do you still have an appetite for breakfast?” she teased me as she 
looked at my dad out of the corner of her eye.

My dad was just grinning like the Cheshire Cat and didn’t say word.  My mom 
looked at him and just shook her head adding, “Well, I guess I should have 
known better than to send your horny father up to wake you!” 

I just grinned along with my dad and reached up to kiss my mom.  I hadn't 
brushed my teeth after blowing him so I knew she had to be tasting her 
husband’s cum on my mouth.  Her tongue extended to meet mine and we kissed in 
front of my dad for what must have been several minutes.

Finally our lips parted and when she pulled back she had this naughty grin on 
her face and she licked her lips like a cat after a good meal.  She didn't 
say anything about his cum other than a wink at my dad so we all sat down to 
eat breakfast without another word about it.

Our discussion soon turned to today’s block party and my mom mentioned that 
her sister and my cousin were coming by to join in the festivities. My heart 
skipped a beat as I hadn't seen Kristi in a few days and my pussy tingled a 
bit as I remembered our last time together when we shared her latest boy toy.


Chapter 3 – Getting Ready With Kristi
=====================================

After we finished breakfast I returned to my room to get dressed and ready 
for the remainder of the day.  Judging from how high the temperature was 
already this early in the morning, I had a feeling that it was going to be a 
typical Pittsburgh hot muggy August day so I picked out a pair of short denim 
cutoffs and a pink bikini top to wear to the party.

The cutoffs weren’t my most risqué pair as not even my parents would’ve 
allowed me to wear them around the neighborhood.  They literally displayed 
half my ass and there was barely had enough material in the crotch to keep it 
from becoming a skirt.  When I stretched or leaned over in the least the 
crotch material would pull up between my pussy lips, even disappearing if I 
went far enough!  Shorts like these were reserved for around the house or 
when I was with a guy at his house.

The shorts I chose were more suitable for public consumption – maybe a PG-13 
bordering on R rating if they had such things for shorts.  They still barely 
covered my butt and they were cut short enough that the pockets hung out the 
bottom but they didn’t cross the line to being arrested for public indecency, 
at least not quite.

Similarly, the bikini top was sort of middle of the road, at least based on 
my standards.  It tied behind my neck and in back and actually covered most 
of my boobs.  The thin material allowed my nipples to poke through, 
especially if I got a little excited, but no differently than a tight t-shirt 
would have.

I had a pair of pink sneakers to match along with a pair of short white 
anklet socks.  Wearing heels would have been sexier but walking on the brick 
roads and grass lawns could be dangerous if I wasn’t concentrating all the 
time so the sneakers were a sensible choice.

With my outfit laid out on the chair by my desk, I pulled my dad’s shirt up 
and over my head, throwing it under the bed where most of my laundry was 
hiding.  My mom was always pestering me to put them in the clothes chute 
which was just outside my door in the hallway but it was a lot easier to just 
pitch them under the bed.  As I said, I wasn't ALWAYS obedient!

I stood still in the middle of my room nude and stretched my arms over my 
head as a big yawn escaped.  I’d gotten to bed late the night before and had 
planned on sleeping in later than this but my dad had other ideas.  Oh well, 
it was well worth being awakened early today! 

Thinking again about the quick blowjob I’d given my dad earlier made my pussy 
tingle a bit and I reached down to cup my crotch in my hand.  Oh my God! 
Suddenly I felt so horny it was if someone had physically struck me.  My hand 
pressed tight against my crotch and I literally doubled over as my pussy 
cried out for attention.

In two steps I was at my bedside and I fell over backwards onto it with my 
legs hanging over the side, my hand never leaving my pussy in the process.   
My legs spread apart as I put both hands between my legs, pressing one finger 
into my pussy hole and rubbing my clit with the other.  Incredibly, my pussy 
was already soaked which allowed my finger to slide easily up into me.  I 
pulled it out and wet my clit with it to make it more slippery as my other 
hand rubbed it.

Closing my eyes, I stretched my head back as I masturbated as if I hadn't 
done it in a month.  Actually I’d done it last night before falling asleep 
but that wasn’t helping now!  It wasn't like my pussy was a bank and if I 
made enough deposits in it I could get by when times were lean.  All I could 
think of was being fucked by one guy after another, each stroking his dick 
with his hand until he was good and hard and then ramming it into me, fucking 
me as if I was his whore.

I kept playing with myself as I fantasized that one after another guy fucked 
me and came inside of me until my pussy was literally overflowing with warm 
sperm.  As horny as I was, it wasn't long before I came, lifting my hips up 
against my hand as I humped my finger like it was a little cock.

I gasped as goose bumps raised over my entire body and my chest flushed 
bright red.  From the heat I felt on my face my cheeks must have been flushed 
as well and my entire body felt incredible in a way that just can't be 
described in words.  It was like my pussy was an erupting volcano with huge 
lava flows of pleasure pouring out and covering me with the heat of wanton 
passion.  

It was good but not enough - God I needed to be fucked so bad! 

As my orgasm slowly, very slowly, died down I collapsed on the bed while my 
body unwinding as it recharged from what I knew was not going to be the only 
orgasm I’d be having.  My breathing was heavy as if I had just run a mile and 
my hands were still, pressed against my soaking wet cunt.

Suddenly I heard something rustle at the door and I turned my head to the 
side to see my cousin Kristi peeking in on me!  Once she saw that I’d finally 
noticed her, she stepped into my bedroom, grinning at me like a cat who had 
just caught a mouse.

“Hey cuz!  Looks like someone’s horny this morning!” she giggled, looking me 
over as she did.

We’d started masturbating together years ago so it wasn't anything for me to 
be embarrassed or ashamed of but I was still caught off guard.  Well, at 
least she hadn’t caught me sucking my dad’s dick. 

She glanced down at my crotch where my hands were clasping my pussy and 
exclaimed, “Well, don't let ME stop you.  Damn girl! Judging from the way you 
just came you’ve got to be wanting more!” 

I was still so damn horny I didn't even answer her as all I could think about 
was how bad I wanted a cock in me.  For just a brief moment I wished my 
cousin was a boy – god it seemed like all I could think about was how I 
needed a good fucking!

Kristi was wearing denim cutoffs similar to mine but instead of a bikini top 
she had on a tight white cami which she must have outgrown two years ago.  It 
was almost sheer and I could clearly see the dark outline of her nipples 
underneath. Most of her flat midriff was exposed, her belly button easily 
visible.

I liked to tease and think of myself as a slut - but in a good way.  Kristi, 
on the other hand, WAS a slut in every sense of the word.  Every guy in 
school knew what a date with Kristi meant – he was going to get lucky!  
Sometimes I wondered if there were any guys in her class she had NOT fucked 
at one time or another either individually or as a group at party in some 
back bedroom.  

We’d never even so much as touched each other’s boobs but many a time we 
would watch each other masturbate and get off seeing the other coming. When 
we shared one of her boyfriends he invariably wanted to see us getting it on 
but we never did.  I don’t know exactly why but I guess maybe it was because 
she was my cousin and other than our mother’s and my mom’s best friend I’d 
never been with a girl before.   There were times when we almost did it but 
something always seemed to interrupt us just when one of us had almost worked 
up the courage.

By now I had regained my composure but I still felt as horny as ever, if 
anything even more if that was possible!  Kristi, never one to miss an 
opportunity to masturbate, quickly stripped off her shorts and hopped on my 
bed, leaving her cami and sneakers on as she sat at the top of my bed and 
pushed my pillows behind her for support.

Kristi laid back with her knees up and spread wide apart, allowing each of us 
to look at the other’s open pussy.  Kristi had always been small for her age 
– most guys figured her for two to three years younger than she actually was, 
and her pussy was trimmed up a bit but still mostly covered with blonde fuzzy 
hair. It just made me all the hotter to see her masturbating as we both kept 
our eyes fixed on one another.  Although her boobs barely made a rise in her 
cami, her hardened nipples poked out through the thin transparent material 
like little pencil erasers. 

The two of us masturbated like that for what must have been almost an hour.  
I have no idea how many times each of us came but by the time we finished my 
finger was certainly tired! I wondered sometimes when she would cry out as 
her body tensed with her orgasm what she was dreaming of but we both 
respected the other too much to interrupt and ask.

My room must have smelled like some sort of sex pit with all the pussy cum 
soaking my bed sheets! Finally we both just couldn't take any more and she 
moved to the side of me and we hugged.  I felt her boobs pressing against 
mine through her cami top and for a moment wondered what it would be like to 
have sex with her the way I did with my mom – and hers! 

“Well, well, and what do we have here?” a sweet voice interrupted our moment 
together.

We both looked over to see our moms standing at the door, smiling at the two 
of us like the proud parents they were.  My Aunt Linda had asked the question 
and then mine chimed in saying, “Good grief Linda, we leave them alone for 
just one hour and look what happens!” 

Aunt Linda chuckled saying, “Sort of reminds me of when we were that age, 
doesn’t it Mary.” 

Kristi and I both looked at them and then at each other and smiled.  I knew 
my mom had masturbated with her sister as she had told me as soon as she 
found out that Kristi and I were doing it together.  Besides, masturbating 
with other girls was not really a big deal – I did it with most of my friends 
at sleepovers and sometimes just when we were visiting and the conversation 
would get going about some hot guy at school.

It’s funny how when I talk to guys they all seem repulsed at the thought of 
masturbating with one of their friends yet most girls I know don’t seem to 
have any problem with it.  I guess it’s sort of like dancing where you see 
girls dancing together all the time but never a group of guys.  Oh well, 
that’s their problem.

‘C’mon you horny little sluts, that’s enough fun.  Now clean yourselves up 
and get dressed – we have work to do,” my mom called out as they left and 
retreated back downstairs.


Chapter 4 – Teasing at the Block Party
======================================

For a moment I wondered where my dad had gone – it wasn't like him not to at 
least peek in when Kristi was over as he knew what it usually led to. 

As it turned out my dad was out on the deck cleaning the grill before carting 
it off to the street in front of all the neighborhood.  It was a sharp 
stainless steel model that he had begged my mom to let him buy.  She didn't 
understand why he needed to spend over $1,000 just for a grill but eventually 
she relented.  It wasn’t just coincidence that before she did they had one 
hell of an afternoon in bed!

Kristi and I ran to the bathroom to wash ourselves off, threw our clothes 
back on and fixed our hair by pulling it back into ponytails.  Ponytails were 
easy to deal with and were also nice and cool for a hot day like today.  As 
an added bonus, I knew it turned on the guys in our neighborhood when I went 
out with that “girl-next-door” look.  Downstairs our moms were fixing some 
dishes to pass at the party later and we joined in to get things done. 

Noon arrived before we knew it and as my dad dragged out the grill the rest 
of us brought out the food, plates and the rest of the usual picnic stuff.  
People were starting to gather now and the police has just arrived to erect 
the wooden barriers at each end of the street.

Our neighborhood had quite a mixture of people – some young couples as well 
as older, babies and teenagers, straight and even one couple we all called 
“the gay guys”.  Over the years I had babysat for quite a few of them and I 
knew most of them at least by face if not by name.

It was obvious from the start that Kristi and I were getting more than our 
share of attention – particularly from the guys and even, much to my 
amusement, from some of the younger boys.  Kristi was thoroughly enjoying the 
latter group as she had always had a thing about younger boys.  Well, at 
fifteen she could still get away with most anything and I knew that at more 
than a few occasions she would have definitely raised some eyebrows if people 
knew more about her history.

As for me, I thought the boys were cute but I actually prefer older men who 
just seem to be nicer overall and tend not to be so self-centered as a rule.  
The nice thing was that between the two of us we just about covered the age 
spectrum so I guess as a pair we offered something for everyone! 

I think what really got me off as much as anything though was seeing the 
looks from the women, especially the wives.  Needless to say, most of the 
wives didn't seem overly thrilled when their husbands glancing (in some cases 
more like staring) our way and on more than one occasion I got a glimpse of a 
couple exchanging some sharp words.  Hopefully it was about us given the way 
she would look our way and frown.

I couldn't help but feel a twinge between my legs as I thought about what 
naughty things these guys were probably thinking about me – including what 
they were thinking about what they wanted to DO to me.

What was even more interesting was the look I got from one wife I’d never met 
before.  She looked to be in her forties and she was actually looking at me 
more than her husband was! It felt a bit strange to be looked at that way by 
another woman but yet it created a stirring between my legs that I couldn't 
ignore.  My hand subconsciously started to reach between my legs but just in 
time I remembered I was out in the middle of the neighborhood and I 
reluctantly pulled it back.  It wouldn't do to start playing with myself in 
front of all the neighbors!

With everyone cooking, lunch was ready quickly and we lined up to get 
different foods from the various grills that were going.  Kristi and I just 
grabbed a hotdog from my dad although some of the guys were grilling ribs, 
chicken, hamburgers and some sort of sausages. Needless to say side dishes 
included some excellent pierogies – a Pittsburgh standard at any picnic.

We sat down on the grass with our legs crossed under us Indian style.  I 
noticed Kristi’s shorts had pulled up tight into her crotch creating a nice 
camel toe effect and I looked down quickly at my own and realized my had done 
the same.

I wanted to laugh at the contortions some guys went through in order to catch 
a glimpse of our crotches without being obvious about it.  A couple guys even 
made a point of passing by us several times with some lame excuse about 
needing to get more food but they didn’t fool me. Although their eyes were 
trying to look forward I caught them sneaking a peak between our legs every 
time!

By this time of the summer we both had great tans and our closely shaved legs 
glistened in the hot sun.  Once again I felt the need so badly to reach down 
and start playing with myself for them to watch!  I was sure the guys 
wouldn't mind!  Every guy I knew loved to watch me masturbate and more than 
once I think I narrowly escaped death when a guy was paying more attention to 
me playing with myself in his front seat than to his driving! 

“Are you feeling as horny as I am?” Kristi whispered to me after yet another 
guy walked by and looked at us.

“Oh my god, you know it!” I whispered back, heaving a heavy sigh in the 
process.

Indeed, my pussy was practically screaming for attention and from the way 
Kristi was squirming, hers must have been doing the same.  Something was 
going to have to happen and soon or I was going to do it right then and there 
and the hell with the consequences!

We soon finished our food and bent over to get up.  Granted we may have taken 
more time and stayed leaning over longer than required but I don't think any 
of the guys were ready to file a complaint.

Kristi stopped and kneeled down to where a couple of younger boys were still 
eating.  They looked to be about twelve or thirteen, old enough to appreciate 
Kristi but too young to be forward enough to do anything about it.  Kristi 
was bent over, talking to them about something or another.  The way her cami 
was hanging down, they must have had a great view of her little boobs so I 
went back and grabbed her by the arm, pulling her back up to her feet. 

“Now cousin, behave yourself,” I whispered in her ear. 

“Aw Kelly, I wasn't doing anything!” she protested. 

I just laughed and spanked her playfully on the rear, “Yea sure – not YET at 
least.  Don’t look at me that way. I know you better than that you dirty 
little slut.” 

“I can't take it any more – let’s go to your house for a minute?” Kristi 
pleaded with me.

I would’ve loved to have been the mature older cousin and scolded her for not 
being able to control herself.  Truth was, I wanted it just as bad as she did 
so I grabbed her by the hand and we literally ran back up the street to our 
house.


Chapter 5 – The Firemen
=======================

No sooner than we went through the front door than Kristi was dropping her 
shorts and plopped in the middle of the couch that dominated our living room. 

“Oh my god, I don’t think I could have held out a minute longer!” she gasped 
as her hand quickly started to play with her pussy, “I was about to do myself 
on the street!”

I took up my position at the opposite end of the couch and we each had one 
leg up on the couch and the other draped over the side to the floor.  It was 
almost like looking in the mirror except she was blond while I was brunette 
not to mention she was shorter and weighed about twenty pounds less than me.  
I could only imagine what the guys out in the street would say if they knew 
what we were doing now!

“Oh my fucking god... this feels so good,” Kristi moaned as her hand moved 
rapidly over her little pussy.

I grinned at her and teased her saying, “Yeah, I bet you wish those little 
boys were in here now, don’t you?”

“Oh shit, can you imagine what it would be like?” she gasped as she strained 
her head to look out at the front window to look at them.  “God I would LOVE 
to suck their little cocks!”

As much as I knew it shouldn’t, I was getting off listening to Kristi go on 
about how she wanted to suck those young boys and be the first to fuck them. 
Like probably any girl I had the occasional fantasy about such a thing but in 
the end don’t think I could ever actually go through with such a thing.  
Fantasy is fine but actually DOING something is entirely different.  For me, 
the hotter fantasy involved the older men outside and how I’d love to have 
them fuck me behind their wife’s backs.

Kristi, on the other hand, seemed to be more turned on the younger they were.  
I knew from personal experience that she’d sucked a boy that was only eleven 
once and God only knew what else she had done babysitting that she hadn’t 
shared with me.  Personally, I would NEVER do anything with the kids I 
babysat, no matter what the temptation and indeed, there had been more than a 
few times when I WS tempted.  I wasn't so sure that Kristi had the same 
ethics.  Actually I was sure she didn’t!

I was about to cum as I watched her looking out the window, no doubt 
imagining how a couple of young boys outside would look with their clothes 
off and what she was thinking about doing to them.  Indeed, it was what she 
did TO them more than WITH them as at their age they were completely at her 
mercy.  Perhaps the control thing was what turned her on the most about 
having sex them.

We both got off at about the same time, if for different reasons.  As Kristi 
came, she started to call out as if they were fucking her, telling them to 
put their little dicks in her pussy and mouth.  Another difference between us 
was that Kristi could be incredible foul mouthed during sex!

As for me, I was fascinated at the spectacle in front of me and not for the 
first time I wondered how her pussy tasted when she was cumming like this.  
Kristi had never shown any interest in doing that with me so I just kept it 
to myself as my orgasm struck me.

I opened my eyes enough to look out through the curtains and I could hear the 
party outside as the two of us masturbated away. It would have been a lot 
more fun to do it on the front porch and we had actually done that before but 
it was at night and not with half the neighborhood in front of our house!

Kristi sighed and was quiet for a few minutes as her hand rubbed over her 
pussy slowly.

“Damn I needed that!” she finally said to me.

“Me too!” I agreed.  I was still laying back and was actually thinking about 
going for another round when a siren blew and up the street came one of our 
city fire trucks, manned by a couple of handsome firemen who looked to be in 
their late twenties.

We both jumped up and grabbed our shorts.  I ran into the kitchen and grabbed 
some dishtowels which we used to wipe ourselves off with.  As little as our 
shorts covered, it wouldn't do to go out with our inner thighs glistening 
with pussy cum!

We no sooner had pulled them on and raced out the door than Kristi sucked in 
her breath as the firemen got out of the truck.  They introduced themselves 
and started to show people the various features of the truck – a sort of 
“your tax dollars at work” sort of thing. 

“Down girl,” I teased her, “maybe we need to call 911 for you!” 

Kristi bit her lip and stared at the taller guy.  He looked like a body 
builder with a nice ass to match that even his baggy jeans couldn't 
completely hide.  Kristi may get off with younger boys but that didn't mean 
she wasn't up for the older ones as well.  Indeed, the boys seemed to be more 
of a hobby for her whereas guys like this got her attention in a whole 
different way.

“God... can you just picture what’s under those jeans?” she whispered 
hoarsely to me.  “Shit, what I would give just to hold that ass!” 

Can you imagine what the poor firemen would have thought had they known what 
the fifteen year-old girl watching them had in mind for them?  Well, even 
though she was still pretty skinny without much on top yet, some guys got off 
from being with young girls so it wouldn’t have surprised me in the slightest 
if left alone with them for a few minutes that she wouldn’t have had them 
both fucking her, even though she looked more like thirteen or fourteen years 
old.  One thing I had learned long ago about Kristi, when she wanted a guy to 
fuck her she usually got her way! 

Kristi grabbed my upper arm and determinedly steered me towards the crowd 
around the fire truck.  We went towards the back where there were steps to 
climb up to where the hoses and equipment were.  Kristi put on her sweetest 
smile and asked one of the guys if we could climb up to take a look.

I don’t think he saw her at first and he started to respond almost 
automatically but then he turned to take a look at where the question had 
come from.  His eyes widened noticeably and he smiled telling us it was just 
fine with him but to be careful.  From the way some of the other guys were 
moving towards the back of the truck I had a feeling it was fine with them as 
well!

We reached up and lifted our legs as the first step was quite a distance off 
the ground.  My shorts pulled tight into my crotch as I lifted my foot up 
almost to my waist to get that first step.  Had I not been shaved no doubt my 
pubic hair would have been sticking out.

A pair of hands suddenly appeared to hold my waist and help lift me up.  I 
looked back and saw it was one of the firemen.  He smiled at me and then did 
the same to help Kristi up as well.  We both managed to get up the rest of 
the way and although I didn't look back I imagined every pair of eyes – at 
least the male ones, were fixed on our asses and legs.

It was just too easy - like waving fresh meat in front of a lion’s den! 
Kristi and I looked at each other and we both giggled at the same time, each 
of us knowing what the other was thinking.   I couldn't help it really and I 
don't think anyone would blame me for liking the attention – after all, who 
doesn't like to be appreciated?  The only people I ever hear claiming that 
such stares and thoughts “objectify” women are women who don’t get the 
stares! 

We eventually worked our way down and jumped off the back of the truck to the 
ground.  The same fireman was there to be sure we didn't fall and get hurt.  
He asked us if we had any questions to which Kristi put on her best slutty 
smile and softly replied, “Noooooo, we just wanted to see how long your hose 
was.”

He started to reply, saying something about how many feet of hose the truck 
had on it when he looked at Kristi’s face and suddenly it dawned on him that 
Kristi wasn't talking about anything on the truck.  Well, I couldn't believe 
it but he actually blushed!!  I wasn't sure if it was the question itself or 
the fact that someone her age was asking it.  In any case he just smiled at 
her and went back to answering questions from the crowd.

The two of us wandered away and as soon as we were out of earshot I smacked 
her bottom sharply saying, “You little cockteaser, what if someone had heard 
you ask him that?” 

Kristi giggled, knowing full well I wasn't really angry at her.  As we talked 
the fire truck pulled away, I guess they could only stay for thirty minutes 
before they had to go to another block party.

The next couple hours were really pretty uneventful.  We played the usual 
picnic party games – egg toss, water balloons, and such.  Probably the only 
“interesting” moment was when Kristi got smacked right in the chest with a 
water balloon, soaking her cami causing it to cling like Saran-Wrap to her 
chest. Her top became practically transparent – something that didn't go 
unnoticed by practically every male set of eyes within one hundred feet.

Well, not even my flirty cousin could get away with sticking around in that 
condition so the two of us headed back to my house where she took off her top 
and dried herself off before donning one of my t-shirts. 

We were about to head back out again when my Aunt Linda appeared at the door 
and told Kristi it was time for them to get going – something about a date 
that evening and she wanted to get home to get ready for it.  I offered to 
drive Kristi home but her mom insisted that Kristi come with her to help her 
out with something before her date.  Kristi just rolled her eyes a bit but 
was smiling at the same time.

I asked what was so important that it needed her help and she just shrugged 
and had a funny smile on her face I hadn't ever seen before.  Now what was 
THAT all about?  Well, I wasn't going to find out as the two of them both 
gave me a peck on the cheek and then left for home. 


Chapter 6 – Private Party at Home
=================================

Just after Kristi and Aunt Linda were leaving my dad returned.  I hadn't 
expected him so I jumped a little when he suddenly spanked my bottom 
playfully as I was leaning over the sink to get a glass of water. 

“Why are you so jumpy?” he asked. “Hmmmmmm, I think somebody needs a harder 
spanking than THAT after your naughty performances today.”

I turned to look at him, trying to act as if I didn't know what he was 
talking about.  

He just shook his head and grinned at me saying, “Don’t give me that ‘little 
miss innocent look.  You know, I bet every guy on the block was fighting to 
keep his pants from bulging uncontrollably when you two little foxes were 
playing on that fire truck together.” 

Then he reached around me from behind and pulled me tight against him.  I 
felt a hard object pressing against the small of my back as he pressed 
against me. 

“I have to admit, you two DID look pretty hot,” he said in a lower tone of 
voice.

“Daddy!” I protested playfully, “Now just what do you have on your mind?

Rather than respond verbally he kissed the side of my neck which was bare 
thanks to my hair being pulled up into a ponytail.  Mmmmmmm, his warm wet 
lips felt so good on me!  I felt a shiver run through me as his tongue licked 
my ear and traced along the outer edge of my ear lobe.  His hands moved up 
and each one cupped one of my boobs and I gasped softly as he gently squeezed 
them through my bikini top.  His warm lips teased my neck and I could barely 
hear him as he whispered into my ear...

“God, you have NO idea how hot I was getting out there watching you two 
teasing everyone.  All I could think about was how much they wanted you and 
that I was the only one that was going to have you today.” 

It made me feel good to hear him say that, to know that he could be so 
confident that I would give myself to him.  I liked the fact that my father 
knew I was at his beck and call whenever he needed me.

Personally I believe that every daughter should give herself to her father 
this way – didn't my father deserve it?  Wasn't it my duty to do so?  Didn’t 
the bible say to honor your father?

I reached behind me and pressed my hand against the firmness I found in his 
crotch.  The outline of his cock was easy to feel through his shorts and I 
could tell he was already hard as a rock. 

“Mmmmmmm, I think something wants me,” I teased him back. 

My dad spun me around and looked me up and down, taking in every inch of my 
seventeen year-old figure.  I may have been technically dressed but there 
wasn’t much left to the imagination.  He pulled me close to him and we kissed 
passionately as he embraced me in his arms.  God I loved it when he held me 
like this! I felt so secure in his arms, so loved and honored.

My pussy tingled in anticipation and right then I wanted nothing more in the 
world than to give myself completely to him.   I wanted my father to have me, 
to do with as he pleased.  I wanted so bad at this moment to please him and 
hear him tell me how good of a daughter I was to him.

“Take me daddy,” I whispered to him in a low husky voice, “You can do 
anything you want to me... anything... anything you want daddy.” 

My dad groaned with lust as he pressed his crotch into me.  I could feel his 
erection against my stomach and my thoughts were consumed with nothing except 
how much I wanted to please him.  I knew he needed to fuck me and more than 
that, I wanted him to. I could feel the warmth between my legs growing as my 
pussy became more and more aroused and wet just from the thought of his cock 
inside of it. 

“God I want to fuck you so bad right now,” he groaned. 

“Then fuck me daddy... please fuck me.  Let me make you happy.” 

“Oh yea baby, beg me for it... tell me how much you want my cock.” 

What could I say at that point? I wanted it more than anything else in the 
world.  I would’ve done anything he asked, told him anything he wanted to 
hear, just to feel him slide inside of me and penetrate me with his dick.  
How could I even describe to him the raging lust in me that arose whenever I 
knew he wanted me?  Well, I had to try...

“Fuck me daddy, PLEASE fuck me,” I whimpered.  “I want to feel you in me, 
feel you love me, to be joined to you... Oh PLEASE daddy... PLEASE fuck me.  
Let me please you.” 

“That’s it, tell me more how much you want me to fuck you.”

“I want to be a good girl, daddy.. I want to give myself to you... I want you 
to fuck me daddy.... PLEASE!”

“That’s my girl... and yes, you’re a good girl – a wonderful daughter.”

“Oh daddy!  Show me!”

Without another word my father almost ripped my shorts off of me, unzipping 
them so fast that the zipper almost broke and then pulling them roughly down 
to my ankles where I stepped out of them as he dropped his shorts and boxers 
revealing his incredible erection that arose from a thick thatch of black 
pubic hair. 

My father grabbed me by the waist and twisted me around so that I faced the 
counter and pushed my legs apart.  He reached between my butt cheeks until 
his fingers found my soaking wet pussy hole and shoved his middle finger deep 
into my pussy.  I gasped as his other fingers reached my clit and played with 
it as he fondled me just long enough to spread my wetness all over my cunt. 

I could feel the head of his cock pressing against my bare bottom and then he 
held it in one hand and directed it to my pussy hole.  Just before he entered 
me he coughed and then finally spoke. 

“I love you Kelly,” he whispered in my ear.  “I love you as I could only love 
my daughter... Now I’m going to SHOW you how much I love you.” 

His cock pressed into my pussy and at first met the resistance of my closed 
pussy lips.  He used his hand to rub the head of his cock up and down the 
slit of my cunt to wet it and make it more slippery.  Usually I would have 
sucked him first and left it all wet but today I could tell he wasn't in the 
mood for preliminaries – he obviously just wanted to fuck his daughter and I 
would never complain about him doing THAT!!

Without further warning his cock suddenly slipped through and pushed its way 
into my waiting pussy hole.  At first he buried just the thick head of his 
dick in me and held it there for a few seconds, using his hand to run circles 
with it inside my pussy. I was SO sensitive there, like I have am million 
nerve endings just at that location so I was standing there loving every 
second of it. 

“You want it deeper baby?”  

“Oh yes daddy, I want all of you in me... I want us to be together much as 
possible.  I want to be joined together with you.” 

My dad’s hands grabbed my bare hips and I felt him pull me back as he thrust 
his incestuous hard cock deeper inside of me.  He didn't stop until it was 
all the way in me and I could feel his hairy crotch as it pressed against my 
ass, the initial force almost lifting my off my feet. 

“That’s it daddy, I can feel you inside of me.  I love feeling you in me” 

That was all I could say as he started to pump his wonderful cock in and out 
of me. It was almost like being spanked the way his crotch would slam into my 
pussy creating a slapping sound as his flesh banged into mine.  It just felt 
so incredible!

No matter how many guys fuck me or how often I get it, nobody gives me the 
sense of fulfillment and security that I feel when my father’s cock is deep 
inside of me.  Sure it feels physically good when other guys fuck me but 
then, almost any cock can do it for me in terms of physical gratification.

For me it’s all about the emotions that flood me when I feel my father’s dick 
in me and realize what it really means – that my own father loves and honors 
me so much that he is willing to join together with me in the most sacred and 
intimate way possible that a father can do for his daughter.

Just as I love the physical pleasure I know it is in part his male lust that 
drives him to want to fuck me but I also am positive that it can’t be just 
that or else he would be fucking every hot girl he could.  The main reason 
that I want to give myself to him because I know the primary reason he has 
sex with me is to share his love and respect for me, to show me that as his 
daughter I am special to him in a way no other girl can or ever will be to 
him.  It wasn’t like I was his lover or his wife or anything kinky or 
perverted like that.  I’ve never felt like anything but his daughter and I 
love him so much for that! 

All these thoughts were spinning through my head as he fucked me standing 
there in the kitchen.  Then without saying anything he pulled out of me and I 
felt this deep sense of loss but before I could protest he was steering me to 
the kitchen table.  Grabbing me by the waist he hoisted me up onto the edge 
so I was sitting with my legs hanging down.  I still had on my bikini top but 
I knew today was one of those days he wasn't interested in my boobs – it was 
my pussy that had his full attention.

As much as I enjoyed it when he played with my boobs, I loved it when he got 
so horny all he wanted was to just fuck me because it meant to me that I was 
sexy enough to make him feel that way. 

My dad reached under my legs and lifted them up such that his arms were 
supporting me under my knees. With my legs spread wide he had complete access 
to my wet pussy and he didn't hesitate as I held myself open for him and 
helped guide his glistening cock back inside of me again.

I looked down and watched as his cock disappeared while at the same time I 
could feel him filling me with himself.  Then it would reappear as he stroked 
it out of me, all wet now with my pussy juices.  When just the tip of the 
head was all that was left in me he would thrust it back into me, making me 
gasp as his hairy crotch pressed into me.

I used my hand to rub my clit and I glanced up at him and saw he was watching 
himself fuck me as well.  I wondered how it felt to have a cock attached to 
you and to have a girl’s cunt gripping it and squeezing it like mine was 
doing to him right then.  How did it feel to have the warmth and wetness of 
my vagina caressing him, enveloping him as only a girl could do to him?  I 
would never know but one thing I DID know, - it felt fantastic to have him 
inside of me! 

As he pumped me and I played with my clit I rubbed my boobs through the thin 
bikini top and eventually reached in through the top and cupped my breast in 
my hand.  God my nipple was so hard and sensitive!

I could feel my pussy getting hotter and wetter as my orgasm started to rise 
within me.  Sometimes when I came it was sudden and hard, like a truck had 
hit me, almost overwhelming me at times with the sudden onrush of pleasure.  
Then there were times like this, where it built like and avalanche, small at 
first but gaining momentum as it started down the hill.  My pussy started to 
squeeze down on his cock and he looked at me and smiled. 

“That’s it baby, cum for me... cum for your daddy.”

I was already to the point where my vocabulary was limited to moans and 
groans so all I could do was let out a long soft moan as he pushed himself 
even deeper into my seventeen year-old cunt and help himself there motionless 
while my pussy gripped him and pulsed.

My head went back and my eyes closed as my fingers worked my clit.  Sometimes 
I would reach down and feel the base of his cock as it pressed against me, 
bringing the wetness that was pouring from my pussy up to my clit to keep it 
wet and slippery.

Another moan, louder than the first, followed as my orgasm climbed to its 
peak.  I loved the feel when my body reacted this way, when nothing else in 
the world mattered except the pleasure that was pounding me from my toes to 
the tips of my hair. It was like I retreated into my own little world, my own 
sexual haven where all my cares, worries and concerns just melted away and 
all that remained was the bliss I felt from the union of my father and me.

I played with my clit like a fine instrument, slowing down at times and then 
speeding up at others to maintain myself on that edge where my orgasm was at 
its peak.  Too fast or too slow and it was like being on a mountain peak 
where no matter where you stepped it was downhill.  The trick to a good 
orgasm was to find that pinnacle where you could just keep it going and going 
for as long as you could physically and emotionally handle it.

I have no idea how long I stayed there as time seemed to lose its meaning but 
finally I just couldn't breathe anymore and I just pressed on my clit and 
held my hand still, allowing myself to slowly come down from what has to be 
the closest thing to a drug addict’s high that I could have without actually 
shooting up.  I’ve found that I’m addicted to my orgasms just as much as an 
addict is addicted to her heroin. 

I knew that even after this fucking I would masturbate before I went to bed 
tonight, it was just something I needed to do before I went to sleep or else 
I would find myself waking up in the middle of the night with this incredible 
desire for sex. 

Finally I could breathe naturally again and I looked up at my dad and smiled 
at him saying, “Mmmmmmm, that was so nice... your turn Daddy... I want you to 
cum in me.” 

“Oh yeah Kelly, I’m going to fill your hot little cunt now, fill it with my 
cum.” 

He must have been on the edge throughout my own special time because it 
wasn't more than a few strokes before he groaned and suddenly he thrust 
himself hard into me and held himself as deep into me as he could while his 
cock head exploded and I felt the first of what would be several streams of 
sperm shooting into me. 

“That’s it daddy, give it to me... give me your love.” 

I wasn't sure what was better at this point – the pure animal lust in me that 
craved his cock and the feeling of his cum inside or the way it made me feel 
to know it wasn't just some horny guy dumping his cum in me but it was my 
father instead.  It was the man who helped to create me, the man to whom I 
owed everything I had, the man I wanted to please more than anyone else in 
the entire world that was cumming in me. 

His cum filled my cunt and he held himself in me even after he came.  I could 
feel his cum seeping out of me just a bit as he involuntarily would pump me 
slightly.  He let my legs drop and took me in his strong arms as we hugged 
while remaining joined together. 

“Now THIS is what I call a Kodak moment!” 

We both looked and there was my mom standing there in the hallway with a 
camera in her hand.  Before we could react she snapped a few pictures of us 
there in the kitchen. 

“Damn, now THAT is hot.  I love seeing the two of you like this,” my mom said 
as she approached us. “My God John, you know I could watch you fuck our 
daughter all day!” 

I grinned at her and said, “Well mom, just so you know I wouldn’t mind if he 
fucked me all day!” 

My mom laughed and shook her head before she replied saying, “Sorry girl, 
he’s mine tonight.  After watching this little show I need some of that cock 
for myself!” 

My dad was caught in between the two of us, each wanting him to fuck them.  I 
imagine it had to be a nice feeling to know his wife and daughter both felt 
that way.  As much as my mom and I might tease each other, in reality there 
was no debate.  After all she was his wife and his first responsibility was 
to her needs. As much as he loved me, it was the love for his daughter he 
felt towards me.

I knew there was a special bond between my parents though that transcended 
anything he felt for anyone else.  I could see it in their eyes when they 
looked at each other over the dinner table just as much as when they made 
love.  It was a look I never saw when his eyes met mine and frankly I never 
wanted to see it – not from him at least.

Someday I hope to look in my own husband’s eyes and see it then – knowing he 
is making love to me which is something no man has ever done to me yet so far 
as I am concerned.

My dad started to move back from me but my mom waved for him to stay where he 
was. 

“Don't move yet John, I want to get a few more shots.  We really need more 
pictures of you two like this you know.  You know, someday she’ll be all 
grown up and gone!” 

It felt sort of naughty almost to pose for her, almost like some sort of porn 
magazine shoot or something as she snapped the entire role.  My dad 
positioned my leg so she could get a clear shot of his dick in me, his cum 
oozing out alongside of it.  

She was right, we hardly ever took pictures of my dad fucking me and I didn't 
have any of her and me together.  I have my memories though and that is what 
really counts.

That night I laid in bed and masturbated yet again while I listened to my 
parents making love in the bedroom next to mine.  I felt an inner peace and 
joy, secure in the knowledge that my parents loved one another more today 
than ever before - and me as well.  I was so happy at that moment as I once 
again brought myself to that mountain peak.

Really, what better family could a girl ask for?

THE END
