Subject:     Second Sex Party - Unemotional Sex
Story Codes: F-solo MF group exhib inc father daughter 
Diary Date:  June 5, 2004 
Author:      Kelly <pghkelly@yahoo.com>

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Summary:

My last sex party had turned out pretty well, especially when you consider 
that it was my first one.  Now that I no longer the “new girl”, it was time 
to see what other opportunities awaited me.  What I found was that while 
casual sex with people you don't know can be physically enjoyable, there is 
also something important that is missing.  Any ideas?

Table of Contents:  
   Chapter 1 – Sweet Memories  
   Chapter 2 – My Dad Interrupts  
   Chapter 3 – The Party Gets Started  
   Chapter 4 - Enjoying the Party  
   Chapter 5 – Back Home Again


Chapter 1 – Sweet Memories
==========================

Until this summer I’d never been involved in any sort of group sexual 
activity outside my family.  Even that’s a little misleading since it’s not 
like our family typically engages in wild orgies or anything like that.  It’s 
just that outside my family I’ve always had a tendency to stick with single 
partners.

That all changed when my best friend Beth invited me to a private sex party a 
few weeks after I got home from college for my first summer break.  Needless 
to say, it was a new experience for me starting right off at the beginning.  
When we arrived I was informed that since it was my first time I would be 
required to take part in an “initiation ceremony”.  Well, the so-called 
“ceremony” turned out to be nothing more than an excuse for that night’s host 
to be the first guy to fuck me - and in front of everyone else at that.

Before the party was over, I was fucked a couple more times by guys whose 
names I didn't even know.  I’d had sex with guys I didn’t know all that well 
before but to do it with a total stranger and know NOTHING about them was a 
new experience for me.

While all of this was incredibly sensual, for me the most erotic part of the 
evening was having sex while being watched by strangers.  My mom liked to 
watch my dad fuck me and while that’s always been a turn-on for me, doing it 
in front of a bunch of people I’d never met before was yet another entirely 
new and different experience.

Later, after I’d had some time to reflect on what I did at the party, I found 
myself questioning whether or not I wanted to do it again.  Even though I’d 
blown nearly every boy who dated me and even let some of them fuck me on a 
first date, was having anonymous sex with multiple partners in front of 
people I didn’t know crossing some sort of fuzzy moral line?

The numbers alone were enough to raise a red flag.  During the entire four 
years I was in high school, despite my reputation I’d only been fucked by a 
total of eight guys and here in one night three of them did me.  I wouldn’t 
argue if someone called me a teenage slut given that I long ago lost count of 
the number of cocks I have sucked.  If anything, I’m sort of proud of the 
title as it identifies me as someone who enjoys having sex - primarily for my 
own enjoyment, but also to please others as well.  The more I thought about 
my actions at the party though, the more I wondered if I wasn’t going from 
being a slut to becoming almost a whore.  Granted, I wasn’t paid anything, 
but the fact I just allowed myself to be used by anyone who wanted me was not 
the same as putting out for a cute guy on a date.

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t regret for a minute going to the party because 
otherwise I would’ve always wondered what it would’ve been like.  However, 
when Beth called me to ask if I wanted to go to a second party, well just say 
I was a bit reluctant but in the end I decided to go.  At least this time I 
knew what to expect and besides, as much as it made me feel a bit dirty, 
there were a few things I wanted to try that I hadn’t done the first time 
around.  I guess you could say curiosity and horniness won out over self-
image!  To ease my conscious, I rationalized that I was only doing this for 
the experience and not to establish a new lifestyle.

Unlike the first party, this time there wasn't a sense of angst over what to 
wear as I knew what was expected.  I had quickly learned that the key was 
accessibility – no sense in fooling around making it hard for the guy to get 
to me.  After all, it wasn't like I was going out on a date where I was 
planning to tease a boy, making him work just to get a feel, and then MAYBE 
put out.  

In any case, it really didn’t matter what I wore as I most likely wouldn't be 
wearing it for very long once things got rolling.  At my first party I wore 
my hair back in a simple pony tail and as things turned out, it was a great 
decision.  It was so much easier not having to worry about brushing it out of 
my face all night while I was sucking the guys.  It also had the added 
benefit of making it easier for people to watch me sucking the guy’s dick.

The evening of the party finally arrived and the closer the clocked ticked 
towards the time, the more my doubts and concerns faded away as my horniness 
level skyrocketed.  My pussy was already so wet from dreaming about the 
events to come that I decided to take a hot bath instead of my usual shower.  
Shower massagers can do the trick when you’re in a hurry but nothing beats a 
warm bath when you’re horny as hell with nobody else to take care of you.

As the tub filled I laid on my back and moved up to the faucet with my legs 
spread to allow the falling water to strike directly on my pussy.  The heavy 
stream of water cascaded off my clit and I could feel the water running down 
between my pussy lips.  God it felt so damn good to feel the warm water 
massaging me!

Closing my eyes, I started to reminisce about the events of the first party.  
As the new girl the host, Pete, had fucked me in front of everyone to start 
things off.  As much a shock that had been for me (Beth hadn’t bothered 
telling me about that little detail when she invited me), what really 
surprised me was when Beth started to suck my boobs while Pete was ramming 
himself deeper into me with every stroke.  My fingers played over my wet clit 
and a soft moan escaped from me as I felt myself cum, just like I had when 
Pete was fucking me.  I let out another moan, louder this time, as the 
intensity of my orgasm grew like a fire burning and spreading through my 
entire body.


Chapter 2 – My Dad Interrupts
=============================

My eyes were shut tight while I was cumming and my moans were so loud that I 
didn't realize anyone else was in the room until I heard a chuckle next to 
me.

“Damn Kelly, you must really be dreaming of something good! Mmmmmmm, I just 
love watching my little girl masturbate.  You know, from the looks and sound 
of things I bet you could use the real thing about now; what do you say?”

Naturally I was a bit surprised to be interrupted so I opened my eyes and 
there standing over me was my dear old dad, stroking his hard dick just 
inches from my face.  He was really hard and just as horny which was just the 
way I liked him to be when he looked at me this way since it was proof that I 
was turning him on.  In such a situation no words from me were necessary.  
Face it, it wasn't like I didn't know what he wanted!

Well, if that’s what he wanted then as his daughter who was I to say no? I 
believe that a good daughter is always willing to submit to her father for 
his pleasure and I liked to think of myself as a VERY good daughter!  It 
wasn’t any sex-slave thing or anything else perverted like that, it was just 
the proper thing for me to do as his daughter.

I turned my head so he could more easily guide his swollen hot cock into my 
open mouth.  The water was still playing on my pussy, keeping the last 
vestiges of my orgasm going as I started to suck my dad’s incestuous cock.  
His hands held my head still as he began fucking my mouth, slowly working his 
wonderful cock in and out as my warm lips slid over his smooth shaft.

“That’s it Kelly, suck my cock,” he groaned when he pushed it all the way in 
my mouth.  “Oh yeah... just like that you little cocksucking slut... mmmmmmm, 
you suck your daddy’s hard dick so damn good.”

My eyes looked up at him and I smiled.  Well, I smiled as best I could with a 
mouthful of dick.  It always makes me feel good when my dad gets turned on 
enough to talk to me that way.  His lust-filled eyes met mine and a big smile 
appeared on his face.

“Don’t you DARE tell her I said this now, but you suck cock even better than 
your mom.”

Now THAT was quite a compliment, even more so than you might think.  My mom 
had taught me a lot about sucking a guy’s cock back when I first got started 
and I guess like anything else, with enough practice you start to get the 
hang of it.  Even so I’d seen my mom in action with my dad and she was 
incredible! To even be compared to her, let alone be told I was better than 
her, was one of the highest compliments my dad could pay me!

“God... don’t stop now,” my dad groaned, his head back, “Christ... I’m goin’ 
to give you an appetizer before your party tonight! ”

Try as I might, there was no way I could answer while his cock was gliding in 
and out of my mouth so I let my tongue do the “talking” , it twirling it 
around his cock while he continued to fuck my mouth.  Our eyes were fixed on 
one another as he slid rapidly in and out of my mouth.  It seemed with each 
passing minute that his groans were getting louder - obviously he was loving 
the blowjob I was giving him.

“Oh yeah girl... suck me Kelly, that’s it... suck me harder,” he commanded in 
a forceful tone. 

As usual, the closer he got to cumming the more he went on and on about how 
much he loved me to suck him off.  It was the last in the standard sequence 
of phases he usually went through as we had sex.  Typically he would start 
out as the protective but proud daddy, almost treating me like a child.  As 
we got started, he would then treat me almost like I was just an anonymous 
slut, someone to talk dirty to and act out his fantasies about being with a 
young girl.

Finally, usually just before he came, he was the proud father again but this 
time in a more lustful manner, often proclaiming how much he loved having sex 
with his daughter and what it meant to him.  Somehow or another, I think by 
ending that way it helped us to maintain the proper father-daughter 
relationship which was also important to me to maintain.  Despite what some 
people assume, I have absolutely no desire to be his whore or lover.  All I 
aspired to be was nothing more than his loving daughter, one who would do 
anything to please her father – and I mean anything.

I was recently asked if I would really do anything my dad asked me.  At the 
time, we were discussing anal sex so I assumed the person was leading up to 
whether I would do anal if my dad asked me to.  My answer was yes, yes I 
would do anything he asked me.  The key is that he is not just some horny 
boyfriend who might just ask me something like that.  The truth of the matter 
is that he’s my dad and as such I trust him explicitly.  I know that I can 
yield to him and be totally submissive to his will because he would never ask 
me to do anything I really didn’t like, such as anal sex.

“Oh God I want to cum in my daughter’s mouth,” he said as his voice got 
hoarser and more forced.  Yep, phase three was in full swing! “Shit, I want 
my little girl to swallow her daddy’s cum... show me what a little cum-
sucking daughter you are... show me how much you love sucking your daddy’s 
cock.”

He movements were getting faster and his groans louder so I knew he would 
soon be giving me my hard-earned reward.  Sure enough, suddenly I felt his 
cock swelling just slightly and at the same time, he pressed himself even 
deeper into my mouth until his cock was partially down my throat.  With his 
musky crotch pressed tightly to my face, my nose was covered by the thick 
pubic hair that was also tickling my cheeks.

“Oh my God Kelly, here it cums,” he gasped, “Oh fuck! I’m gonna fill your 
mouth.”

His cock jerked in my mouth and I felt a warm stream of cum splash against 
the back of my throat.  Fortunately, being forewarned I’d just enough time to 
pull back enough to where it didn't shoot directly down my throat or I would 
have surely gagged, no matter HOW prepared I was for it.  

My father’s hands pulled my head tightly into him making his cock press deep 
once again as he sprayed his loads of warm cum in my rapidly filling mouth, 
again and again. With my mouth full of his cock, it rapidly filled with his 
cum and despite my best effort, some of it leaked out and I could feel it 
dripping down my chin.  Finally he just pushed in deeper and shuddered as if 
he was outside in the dead of winter as the last burst came into my mouth.   
His arsenal exhausted, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and lifted my chin 
up to face him.

“Sweet Jesus, you have such a talented mouth,” he complimented me, “Damn, 
what more could any father ask of his daughter than to get a blowjob like 
that one!  You’re incredible.”

I looked up at him, holding my mouth open and sticking my tongue out so he 
could see his cum on it along with the rest of what was now dripping off my 
chin onto my chest.  He let out a deep sigh and smiled at me with that 
fatherly look I so adored.

“Shit, I love that look on you Kelly.  I gotta say, nothing beats seeing your 
daughter smiling with her daddy’s cum fresh in her mouth.”

I closed my mouth and swallowed a couple of times to clear my mouth of his 
cum.  Using my finger, I tried to clean off the cum on my chin and chest, 
licking it off my finger after scooping it up.  As I did, he started to move 
towards the bathroom door where he stopped and turned back to face me.

“Well, you have yourself a good time tonight.  Remember, I want to hear all 
about it when you get home.  ALL the details.”

I hadn’t said a word yet so I just smiled sweetly as he walked out.  He 
wasn't kidding about wanting to hear about it when I got back.  Both of my 
parents seemed to be reliving their teen years vicariously through me.  My 
dad, as you might guess, was usually jerking off as soon as I got started and 
more often than not I never got to finish my account of the evening (I am 
sure you can guess why).

On the other hand, as usual my mom typically displayed more self- control 
than her horny husband and usually managed to listen quietly while I told her 
about my date.  Even so, there were more than a few times I caught her 
subconsciously rubbing herself before I was done.

When I came up with the idea to take a bath, my intentions were to masturbate 
a while and hopefully relieve some of the tension that had been building up 
in me all day.  Instead, now that I was finished I found myself even hornier 
than ever thanks to my dad’s little intervention.  It seemed that all I could 
think about was how many more cocks would be cumming in my mouth before the 
night was over!

After I dried off and fixed my makeup, I got dressed and with no time to 
spare as it turned out.  Just as I was going down the stairs I heard Beth 
honking so I quickly went to the kitchen where both of my parents were 
sitting and to give each a kiss goodbye.

My dad couldn’t resist a quick squeeze on my ass under my skirt and then his 
hand moved between my legs and explored between my bare pussy lips as he 
kissed me long and hard.  Finally, he leaned back, looked at my nipples that 
were already poking through the thin blouse I was wearing, and grinned like a 
mischievous teenage schoolboy.

“Hey girl, aren’t you missing something under that outfit?”

I pretended to be shocked at his comment and protested, “Daddy! You know 
perfectly well I never wear them! I don’t even wear panties to church so why 
would I wear them tonight?”

I felt his finger press against me and work its way just inside of my pussy.  
I couldn't help but squirm a bit and my mom looked over the table to see what 
was going on.

“Oh John, leave the poor girl alone for crying out loud.  You don’t want her 
to be late, do you.”

My dad pushed it even further into me, as if daring my mom to stop him.

“OK, so maybe that was bad wording on my part,” my mom said to him, shaking 
her head in mock disbelief.  She got up and moved over next to me.  She 
reached under my skirt and pulled his hand out and then sucked on the finger 
that was wet from my pussy juices.  She reached out to my dad’s crotch and 
started to rub his obvious hard-on through his pants.

“Why don’t we say goodbye to Kelly and let her go have her fun while we have 
some fun of our own?” she asked seductively.

My dad grinned and started to unzip his pants.  Suddenly it was if I wasn't 
even there so I just rolled my eyes and headed to the door.  My last view as 
I closed it behind me was my mom sucking my dad’s cock.  Well, I hoped they 
would have a good time while I was gone!


Chapter 3 – The Party Gets Started
==================================

I ran down the sidewalk get to Beth’s car.  I tried to open the door but she 
had it locked still so I pounded on the window and she stuck her tongue out 
at me but at the same time hit the button and unlocked it for me. I got in 
the front seat and Beth drove off.

“So what was THAT all about?” I asked, the first thing to come to my mind.

Beth explained it was her parent’s new car and she still hadn’t figured out 
the automatic door locks.  We both laughed and then she gave me the once-
over.

“Well Kelly, are you ready more this time than you were the last time I 
picked you up for one of these?”

I gave her a wicked grin and replied, “You better believe it girl.  Tonight I 
plan to REALLY have a good time.”

Beth cocked her head and grinned back saying, “Well, you seemed to have a 
pretty good time at the last one so I can only imagine what’s up your sleeve 
this time!”

We both laughed again and it wasn't long before we arrived at the house where 
the party was being held this time. It was in a completely different part of 
town than the last one so I imagined there would be a different host.  I 
guess that meant if there was a new girl this time that I wouldn't be seeing 
the guy who did me for my initiation in action.

Nobody answered the door right away so we just walked in.  Once inside, there 
was no doubt we were in the right place judging from the people who were 
already there.  I recognized only a couple of people from the last party; 
almost everyone else was new which was fine with me.  After all, that was the 
whole point of all of this, to have the thrill of being fucked by someone you 
didn’t know, someone who you probably wouldn't even know their name when the 
night was over.  Someone just to enjoy for the evening and then never have to 
worry about again.

While the best part of a party like this was the anonymity, the worst part 
was also the anonymity.  It’s hard to get very emotional when a guys fucks 
you with all the passion and concern he would give a plastic sex doll.  I 
often say I enjoy casual sex as having sex for the sake of sex is fun.  This 
was going too far in that it was 100% sex for the sake of sex whereas most 
casual sex I have been involved in included SOME emotional element – a 
husband cheating on his wife, a new guy trying to get in my pants, public 
daring, and so on.

Here I had no feelings whatsoever for the guy doing me, it was just me 
getting laid in some manner I had never been before which was all I got from 
it.  Granted, that wasn't ALL bad – not by any means.  After all, if I hadn’t 
gone to the last one I would never have been fucked by a stranger in front of 
eighteen other people!

As I said, this time I wasn't the new girl so there were no surprises like 
being told I had to undergo an initiation.  Fortunately there WAS another 
girl who was there for the first time.  Her friend that had brought her 
introduced her and I watched closely as she whispered something in the new 
girl’s ear.  Knowing how I’d felt when Beth broke the news to me about having 
to be initiated, I knew exactly what was going through her mind when her jaw 
dropped and her eyes grew like small saucers.  A look of panic came over her 
and for a moment I was sure she was going to bolt – like a real-life version 
of a runaway bride.

Her friend and the host tried to calm her down and gradually she stopped 
shaking.  Apparently she had never been fucked in front anyone before, let 
alone a crowded room of strangers.  At least I’d been watched by other people 
before so it hadn’t been quite as big a shock to me as it seemed to be for 
her. 

I had to say, though, that she showed spirit along with a positive attitude 
so once the idea grew on her, in the end she took to it like she had done it 
all her life.  Once things got started it was if she forgot all about her 
audience and fucked him so hard I was soaking wet by the end of it watching 
her obvious enjoyment of it all.  In fact, if she didn't have a huge orgasm 
in the middle of it all she was a better faker than me!

As she was wiping his cum from her face (unlike me she obviously didn't mind 
letting a guy spray it all over her), it was time for the party to get 
started.  


Chapter 4 - Enjoying the Party
==============================

Lo and behold it wasn't even two seconds until the guy next to me was putting 
his hands up my skirt and groping my boob!  Nothing like getting right to the 
point!  He’d come in during the middle of the initiation “ceremony” and I was 
too focused on what was happening in front of me to take much notice of him 
when he sat down next to me.

I turned to look at him and saw a good looking guy probably about thirty or 
so.  He appeared to be in great shape and obviously worked out but without 
getting that muscle- bound look that some guys seemed to think made them look 
sexy (not!).  His head was shaven and I suspected it was due more to pre-
mature balding than fashion judging from the hint of a receding hairline.  
The thing that captivated me wasn't the muscles in his arms or the solid jaw 
though; it was his eyes that mesmerized me.  They were bright blue, almost 
like neon lights, and I swore there was a twinkle there that helped to soften 
the rather clumsy fondling moves he was making.

Actually, I was a little surprised as at his age I would have thought he’d 
been a little more “experienced” in his moves.  Although young guys are fun 
given their quick recovery and enthusiasm, I’ve always been drawn to older 
guys.  Maybe it because I am so much younger than they are, or maybe I remind 
them of their daughter or niece; whatever it is they treat me with more 
respect and seem to be more concerned about meeting my needs.  Young guys 
just want to fuck and it’s like they pick me only because I just happen to be 
available to satisfy their needs.  Older guys can be just as horny, 
especially the married ones with bitchy wives, yet they somehow manage to 
control it better.  THIS guy was more like an eighteen year-old than someone 
twice that age so it made me wonder what his story was.

My thoughts about his background were interrupted when his hand reached down 
under my skirt and I felt his fingers caressing my bare pussy.  He grinned 
like a kid opening his birthday presents when he realized I wasn't wearing 
any panties.

“My, aren’t we the naughty little girl,” he said with a hint of a smirk.

“Who’s the naughty one?  I’m not the one with my hand under a girl’s skirt,” 
I teased him back.

He laughed at my retort and started to work his fingers between my pussy 
lips.  It wasn't difficult as I was already pretty wet after watching the 
initiation ceremony. 

“Hmmmmmm, I take it you were getting turned on watching their little show?” 
he asked playfully.

“Judging from that bulge in your pants, I don’t think I was the only one!” I 
replied and then suddenly I gasped as he shoved his finger deep inside of me.  
“Now THAT feels good!”

“I bet you’re quite the tease with the boys,” he said as he began to stroke 
his finger in and out of me like a small cock.

I moaned softly as he took his wet finger and pulled it out of me to play 
with my clit, running small circles around it and pressing lightly on it, 
almost just teasing it with his soft touch.  Then he pulled his hand away 
from me and unzipped his jeans.  He pulled his pants and underwear down and 
took them off along with his shoes and socks leaving him wearing just a light 
blue striped dress shirt on.  The shirt tails were long enough to cover his 
crotch and he pulled them aside to reveal his hard dick.  It was about 
average in my opinion, nothing to write home about but adequate to get the 
job done just fine.  What was best was that he was nice and hard.  He didn't 
have the kind of dick that pointed upward when it was erect but rather stuck 
out parallel to the floor from his crotch.

“OK, time for you to quit teasing and suck my cock,” he said in a matter-of-
fact tone, like he was just announcing dinner time or something. 

What could I say?  The whole reason I was there in the first place was to do 
just that – suck cock and get fucked.  He knew it as well as I did so could I 
really blame him for just assuming he could demand it and I would comply?  In 
a way it was sort of refreshing not to have to play the little games you go 
through on a first date and get right down to what you both know you want.  
Usually I have to be the aggressor as most guys are too shy on the first date 
to go for it.  My philosophy is why waste a perfectly good night out just to 
set the stage for the next time?

I stood up and quickly stripped off my clothes, laying them on the back of 
the couch in hopes they wouldn’t be disturbed.  Standing there naked in front 
of him, he spread his knees apart and I knelt down between them, placing my 
hands on each knee to steady myself.

Once on the floor I reached out and took his cock in my hand.  It felt warm 
and smooth to the touch, really no different than most any other.  Every cock 
LOOKS a little different but in the end, they all are similar in terms of 
taste and feel.  Some guys have distinctive shapes , especially when they’re 
hard, and a few are identifiable by their odor but I think that has more to 
do with their selection of bath products than anything else.

Before I went any further I took a quick look around.  Beth was nowhere to be 
seen, most likely off having fun of her own.  One couple was at the other 
side of the room sitting together on an overstuffed arm chair making out like 
two teenagers in the back seat of his parent’s car.  Remarkably, they were 
still dressed and seemed to be happy just groping each other for now.  

At first it might seem like one for the shrinks but if you think about it, it 
makes perfect sense.  If they HAD been teenagers and having sex is taboo and 
hidden, he would have been trying to strip her down poke her as fast as 
possible whereas in a situation like this, where anything was allowed and 
neither party was about to say “no”, it was more controlled and enjoyable for 
everyone.  I’ve always contended that if sex was treated more openly and in a 
mature manner that many of the “problems” with sex offenders and teen 
pregnancies would disappear at the same time.

Other than them, the room was empty except for a single girl who had made 
herself comfortable on the love seat across from us.  She hadn’t moved from 
there since the party started except to strip off her clothes and now she was 
leaned back against the side with her feet up on the cushions, playing gently 
with herself as she watched us and the other couple.  I hadn’t seen her at 
the previous party, or at least I didn't remember her, but she didn't have to 
be “initiated” so she must have been here before.  

I wondered if she was just a “lurker:, watching others while not actually 
participating, or what.  Perhaps “peeping tom” would be a better description 
except she made no effort to disguise her interest in us.  It wasn't like I 
minded her watching; if anything I was curious what her plans were and if 
maybe she would join in later after getting herself off.  Technically you 
were suppose to actively participate but I suppose exceptions were made, 
especially for hot looking girls.

My attention returned to the thick cock I was holding in my hand, my fingers 
wrapped around it gripping it tightly but not hard enough to hurt him.  He 
was watching my every move and clearly growing impatient with me.

“Well, you gonna blow me or what?” he asked with a bit of frustration mixed 
in his tone.

No sense in answering that directly when I could just let my mouth show him 
so I lowered my head to his crotch and slowly, deliberately, took him inch by 
inch into my mouth.  He wasn’t all that long and so I was able to relatively 
easily take all him in until my lips met the base of his cock and my nose was 
pressed into his hairy groin.

“Hot damn, now THAT’S what I’m talking about!” he gasped as I twisted my head 
around his dick, letting my tongue work around the base of his cock as I did.

Just as slowly as I had descended on him, I raised my head back up again 
until his dick slipped from my lips and stood erect, quivering and shining 
with my spit. 

“Want more?” I teased him.

“Don’t stop now dammit!” he said, sounding as exasperated as I felt naughty 
to tease him in this way.

It made me feel good to have a guy begging for more of my mouth, wanting 
nothing more at that moment than to feel my lips and tongue caressing his 
dick, driving sensation through him that left him needing more and more.  I 
must have sucked on him a good ten minutes or more and I was actually a bit 
impressed by his control.  Most guys would have cum in the first five minutes 
and it was a rarity for anyone to last more than ten, at last the first time.  
It made me start to wonder if he had masturbated or fucked someone before the 
party.  All in all, it was probably for the best as somehow I had a suspicion 
he was probably only good for one big load before having to rest and recover.  
It was just a feeling I had, no hard evidence but I was usually correct in my 
assessments when it came to the staying power of a man.

Well, if he was only going to be a one-shot wonder then I’d better plans for 
where the event would occur so I got up off of my knees and placed on leg up 
on the couch beside him, leaving myself standing on the other.  The result 
was he was positioned under me like a missile ready for takeoff except in 
this case the target was just inches above it – my pussy.  

I was wet enough by now that I wasn't worried about taking him in.  Reaching 
between my legs, I held the tip of his cock with my fingertips and guided it 
to where my pussy was impatiently waiting for him.  Feeling his cock head 
pressing against me, I dropped down at him just as his dick moved into 
position.

My pussy tried valiantly to resist him, which always seemed to be a bit 
counterintuitive to me.  All I wanted at this moment was to feel his dick 
inside of me yet the same pussy that craved it always seemed to want to play 
hard-to- get.  In a way I was proud of my pussy for being so tight, despite 
the number of guys who had violated it, but yet at the same time it didn't 
have to be TOO tight!  In this case with my full weight on him my pussy was 
clearly overmatched and relented quickly, allowing his head to penetrate and 
disappear inside of me.

“Damn your cunt’s tight!” he hissed at me, groaning as his cock recovered 
from the strain of pressing itself into me, “How does a fucking slut like you 
still have such a tight cunt?”

Once his head was in me the rest of his cock slid in easily after it so I 
waited to answer until my ass was planted on his lap and his cock was now 
completely absorbed within me.

“Do you know what’s going to happen if you keep calling me a ‘fucking slut’ 
and my pussy a ‘cunt’?” I asked him, acting as if I was irritated.  He just 
looked me in the eyes and grinned, not fooled a bit by my supposed protest.

“Oh? And just what would that be, little miss princess?” he teased me back.

I couldn't keep a straight face at that point so I broke out laughing and 
slapped him playfully.

“Well, I guess I’ll just have to fuck you like one then,” I answered, giving 
him my naughtiest expression.

We fucked like that for a while and then eventually he moved me into a doggy 
position with my feet on the floor, bending over on the chair, and then again 
I rode him except this time with both feet on the floor, facing away from 
him.  

It was interesting at that point as I could see the others in the room.  The 
one couple had finally gotten past third base and a were fucking like I knew 
they eventually would.  Nothing wild or actually even very interesting there, 
just typical missionary style on the floor.  Our lone “lurker” was still 
watching, playing with her pussy almost absentmindedly.  From what I could 
tell, she hadn’t gotten herself off, at least not yet, as seemed content just 
to watch me and the other guy fuck.  No sign of any interest in her part in 
joining in either.  Oh well, her loss.

In the meantime my guy, who was making a remarkable display of stamina that 
extended WAY beyond the average, finally reached the point where he was ready 
to cum.  With both hands, he pushed my ass upward and off his dick so 
violently it almost sent me sprawling forward.

“Get on your knees – hurry!” he gasped, stroking his cock quickly.

Based on the urgency in his voice, there wasn't any time to argue, so I 
complied with his demands and kneeled down in front of him.  Personally, I’d 
hoped he would cum in my pussy but better to get it in my mouth than none at 
all, which is what would have happened if I’d led a protest.  In addition, I 
prefer to be the one getting him with my mouth or hand and not just sit back 
on my knees and watch him stroke himself until he cums.  Apparently this guy 
had been watching too many porn movies and now he wanted to act out his 
masturbation fantasies with me as he pushed my hand away from his dick and 
proceeded to finish himself off while I watch.

“Open your mouth,” he said urgently, “Stick out your tongue.”

It was like a scene right out of one of my dad’s stupid porn movies but what 
could I do?  I watched him take another stroke and then his hips thrust 
forward and I saw the first ribbon of cum stream from the end of his cock.  
Do I even need to say that it missed my mouth by a mile?  Only six inches 
away and my mouth spread wide open, how can you miss? It hit me in the 
forehead instead, and left a track down over the brow of my nose, just 
missing my eye and onto my cheek.

The next shot was just as much off the mark but this time hit the side of my 
face and then moved to my chin and a little to my neck and chest.  With the 
two biggest blasts out of the way, he held hid cock so the head was resting 
on my outstretched tongue and fired away his next couple of shots, forcing it 
back along my tongue until it dripped down into my throat and forming a pool 
on my tongue.  I had to quickly swallow a little or else I would’ve gagged, 
giving him an excuse to let the rest of it loose on my cheek and chin.

“Oh yeah,” was all he could say, wheezing and gasping for air.

I grabbed his cock from him and used it like a squeegee to scrape whatever 
cum I could from my face into my mouth.  Then I spit his cum back out so it 
draped over his cock like creamy sauce on a hotdog.  Leaning forward, I took 
him back in my mouth and used my lips to pull it all back into my mouth again 
before sucking on just the head like a popsicle.

“Damn, that feels fuckin’ incredible,” he groaned, his sensitive cock 
twitching as I sucked on it.

I didn't actually have much in my mouth, just my lips doing the work, which 
allowed me to swallow the cum remaining in my mouth.  I let him loose and 
looked up, opening my mouth wide to show him I had swallowed it, like a child 
proving to her mommy that she had taken her medicine. 

With that, I just winked at him and turned to walk away.  The girl that had 
been watching was getting herself off now, she must have been waiting for him 
to cum on me before she did. It wasn't like I had never seen a girl 
masturbating herself to an orgasm before so I left the room to find the 
bathroom so I could clean myself off. 

I’d been told earlier that the bathroom was at the end of the hall so I went 
to the closed door and knocked, expecting it to be occupied – for one reason 
or another.  Surprisingly, it was empty and I looked at myself in the mirror 
and groaned.  The bastard had sprayed me even more than ‘d realized – getting 
it into my hair even which really upset me.  Cum is a pain to get out of your 
hair, especially if you let it dry, so I found a comb and tried my best to 
get it out while it was still fresh.  I’ve mentioned this before and so 
someone once wrote me an e-mail to say that the best thing to get cum out of 
your hair was piss.  Well, don’t hold your breath waiting for me to try THAT 
piece of advice!

Most of it came out and I found a clean washcloth to wipe the rest of it off 
my face and body.  Undoubtedly I’d missed some – always seemed to happen no 
matter how hard you looked for it.  More than few times my mom or dad would 
roll their eyes when I came home from a date and when I asked what the story 
was they would point to a few (or more) drops of cum on my dress or whatever.  
Oh well, at least they knew I had a good time!

Finished with all that, I wandered around to see what else was happening.  If 
there was one thing I knew, tonight I was looking for something special, 
something to remember the night by.  I’ll always remember my first party for 
the initiation, even though I was fucked better later in the party.  What 
would be my memory from tonight?  Certainly, or at least I hoped, not the 
first guy.  Nothing much different or unusual about him fucking me.  Sure we 
were watched by that girl but that wasn't all that different from when my mom 
watched me and my dad going at it.

From what I could see, at any one time there were three to four couples 
fucking with the rest socializing or taking in the shows – or both.  For the 
most part, there was always something different to watch as different people 
would pair up and try different pieces of furniture in different combinations 
and positions.  A few threesomes, and at one point even a foursome, got 
together but for the most part it was one-to-one tonight.

As for me, I really wasn’t interested in having multiple guys at one time, 
and this just wasn’t the place where I wanted to be with a girl.  You see for 
me, sex with a girl is much more intimate and personal than being with a guy.  
Face it, with most guys I just want to be fucked and enjoy the ride!  Usually 
I enjoy giving just as much as I receiving although I admit to being a bit on 
the selfish side many times.  

Ever since my first time back when I was just fourteen, I’ve loved sex and I 
suppose it comes as no surprise that guys are generally more than willing to 
take care of my physical needs.  Even wanting sex with my own dad is as much 
a physical craving as anything although with him, I also get the enjoyment of 
pleasing my dad and letting him satisfy his lust with me.  If I am being 
honest with myself though, I have to admit feeling a hunger for him that is 
more than just daughterly love, especially if I’m horny

Girls, however, are an entirely different story.  You need to keep in mind 
that my first experience with a woman was a little different than for most 
girls, to say the least.  The first girl to lick my pussy, and vice versa, 
was my mom with her sister being the second not long afterwards.  I don’t 
know of anyone else (at least, anyone I believe) who can say that their first 
lesbian experience was with their mom and aunt!

For the next two years they were the only women I was with in sexual terms.  
In high school, I was at a lot of parties and sleepovers where we played 
around, sometime with a little Truth or Dare to spice things up.  It wasn't 
like we were serious about it and other than a few innocent kisses and mutual 
masturbation experiences, it was strictly boys for me outside of my family.

I wasn't until I went to college and met my freshman dorm roomie Brenda that 
I did anything that could be called a deliberate sexual act with another 
girl.  At least, that’s the way I explain it to most people to avoid the 
inevitable issues that would arise should I admit who was really my first 
girl.  In any case, Brenda WAS the first girl I was with that was under 
thirty!

As a rule, my female sexual experiences have always been more emotionally 
fulfilling, much more tender and loving, than those with the guys.  My mom 
has never been into anything wild or fast with me, preferring instead to 
simply caress and love me as an intimate lover would.  My aunt was much the 
same way.  Even Brenda was usually more into cuddling than anything else; 
although there were a few times that got out of hand, such as when we were 
both would be in a more horny mood and shared my double dildo (a high school 
graduation gift from my dad).

I was daydreaming about all this as I watched a young couple fucking on the 
floor smack in the middle of the living room.  At the time I was sitting on 
the couch, still naked, and was just lightly touching myself as I watched 
intently.  I couldn't help but jump a little when an unseen hand started 
running its fingers through my hair.  When I turned around my eyes focused on 
a guy standing behind the couch, reaching down to my head.  

I was a bit surprised to see that he was black, not extremely dark but 
definitely African-American.  Until now, I’d never been with a black guy 
before, at least not sexually.  It’s not that I have any racial issues or had 
avoided it; but more because the opportunity had never presented itself.  
Although the couch hid him from the waist down, from what I could see my 
guess was that he was nude, or at least not wearing much of anything. 

It was an enjoyable sensation as I LOVE my hair being played with - almost 
more than anything else even during foreplay.  My only wish is that guys 
could understand that they can make me horny as hell and willing to do about 
anything if they would just take some time to simply play with my hair.  God, 
there have been times I have cum just from that alone! It certainly didn't 
hurt that I was also watching a hot couple fucking on the floor in front of 
me at the same time!

He slowly worked his hands over my face and neck, then gently working his way 
down until he was toying with my bare breasts where my nipples were still 
rock hard.  Then I heard him whispering in my ear, “So... do you like 
watching him screw her?”

Playing along, I let out a soft moan and replied, “Mmmmmmm, they are really a 
hot couple don’t you think?  God, just look at how he moves his hard cock 
around inside of her – I just love it when a man does me like that!”

“Well, if you like it so much, why don’t you lay down next to her and let me 
do the same to you.”

One thing people can say about me, I usually don’t need to be asked twice to 
have sex!  With a parting glance at my potential partner, I got down on the 
floor and laid next to her, so close I could feel her warm soft body against 
mine.  As her man pumped himself in and out of her, I could feel her moving 
along side of me, rubbing up against me.  My guy walked slowly around from 
the back of the couch and stood over me.  His dark cock was hanging down and 
at the moment was the most tempting thing I could possibly imagine.

Having never sucked a black dick before, I must admit I’m guilty of the 
stereotypical concepts of the supposed size and thickness of a black dick.  
It seemed every black guy in any of the porn movies my dad watched was always 
a foot long!  Then again, most of the white guys were too but it seemed the 
blacks were especially long.  This guy’s was still relatively flaccid, his 
dick hanging down loosely from one of the thickest nest of pubic hair I had 
ever seen on a guy.  Other than the skin pigment, it was just a cock to be 
honest.  Same head, same balls, same shaft as any other cock I had ever been 
acquainted with.  Still, there was something about sucking a black cock for 
the first time that made me tingle with anticipation.

After looking down at me for a few seconds, he knelt next to my head and let 
his dick just dangle right next to my mouth, offering it to me without 
actually giving it to me.  Not one to ever turn the offer of a dick to be 
sucked, I dutifully turned my head and started to lick the head lightly with 
my tongue.  Encouraged by my response, he moved up closer until I was able to 
take him further in my mouth.  Mmmmmmm, my first black cock!  In a way I was 
almost disappointed; after all the buildup and anticipation it felt and 
tasted like any other cock – warm and good.  Not that it was a BAD thing – oh 
no, not at all!

As I mentioned, his black pubic hair was not even trimmed and was thick and 
curly, more like a brush for my dog than one of mine.  As I started sucking 
him he leaned forward to allow more and more of him into my mouth until 
finally I had him all, my face buried in that wonderful bush of curly black 
pubic hair.  At first it was relatively easy to take him all in as he was 
pretty soft and short.  It didn't take long before I could feel him 
stiffening as I worked on him.

Feeling a guy’s dick hardening in my mouth is one of my favorite parts of any 
blowjob.  I LOVE knowing that it is me that is causing it to do that, that it 
is me that was making him so horny that his dick extends like a male animal 
on heat.  As I sucked him he had one hand playing with one of my boobs while 
at the same time the other was fondling the ass of the girl next to me, 
feeling it bounce with each pump of his cock in her.  She was very small 
compared to me, and I’m not that big, so her tight little ass could be held 
in his hand like a sexy melon.

We went on this way for a while as he did most of the work.  My head was 
resting back on the floor while he raised and lowered his cock in and out of 
my mouth.  Finally pulled himself out for the last time, his hand stroking 
himself to keep him hard.

“Ok girl, time to put this bad boy to good use now that you’ve gotten him 
ready.”

I looked up at him licking my lips.  All I had to do was lay there and I was 
sure he would have taken matters into his own hand, so what was the point in 
saying anything further? Well, that just seemed too impersonal, even for this 
type of party, so I looked up at him with a nasty grin on my face and what I 
hoped was a sexy look.

“Oh yeah, I want you to fuck me.  Fuck me with that nice big black cock of 
yours.”

OK, so it wasn't an original line but at least I’d contributed something to 
the situation.  After all, what guy doesn’t like to hear a girl ask him to 
fuck her?  Well, none that I’ve ever experienced!

He moved around until he was between my spread legs.  His hands each grabbed 
one of my ankles and raised my legs up until my feet were resting on his 
shoulders while he moved in closer to my ass.  Finally I felt the touch of 
his cock as it moved closer to my pussy, and I was surprised when he didn't 
just ram it in me the way most guys would have until the same circumstances. 
By the time your average horny guy got the point where his erect cock was 
poised outside my wet pussy, it usually wasn't long before I was being 
fucked!

Rather than immediately trying to screw me, instead the guy rubbed himself up 
and down and all over my wet pussy and hard clit.  He stroked himself back 
and forth except that instead of fucking me, he just rubbed himself on the 
outside of my pussy and played with me.  Another time and place, this act of 
chivalry may have been cute and even a bit arousing, but not today.  Nope, 
today I wanted to be fucked, without all the foreplay and crap that usually 
preceded it!

Finally, my patience reached its limit and so I reached down and grabbed it, 
directing it to my waiting pussy hole.  Now if THAT didn't tell him what my 
expectations were, then he was a lost cause!  Thankfully, that wasn't the 
case and once I had him lined up he pressed forward firmly until his cock 
head disappeared inside of me.  I looked down my stomach and watched as his 
dark cock disappeared into my comparatively pale pussy in inch by inch until 
finally all I could see was a thick bush of black pubic hair covering my 
crotch. 

I could feel his coarse hair tickling me slightly as at the same time there 
was this wonderful sensation inside of me as his cock filled my pussy.  Once 
buried inside of me, he lifted my legs even higher which brought my ass up 
off the floor.  This allowed him to press up even tighter against my ass, 
driving himself even deep into me until he ran out of cock and thus was a far 
inside of me as he physically could be.

Do I really have to say that I love being fucked?  God, it felt incredible as 
my pussy swelled up as if it was trying to grab him and prevent him from 
escaping.  I don't think there will ever come a day I don't just love the 
feel of a dick inside of me.

After just holding himself still in me for a bit, he slowly pulled out of me 
until just the very tip of his cock head was still between my pussy lips, 
just enough to be legally fucking me.  Then with a sudden lunge, he rammed 
himself forcibly back into me and then just as quickly withdrew again.  He 
repeated this several times, banging himself fully in and out of until he 
eventually he stopped with himself back deep in me again. OMG, did this feel 
incredible or what?!  There are times I think seriously that I could be 
fucked all day and not ever get tired of it.

“Leave it in me,” I whispered in a hoarse voice as I played furiously with my 
clit, “Don’t move... I’m going to cum!”

Indeed I was.  Despite his best efforts, it was impossible for him to stay 
completely still in me as his cock would twitch and pulse inside of me. Even 
the slightest movement was about to set me off as I felt the fire beginning 
to rage between my legs, spreading throughout my entire body like an oil 
spill on a lake that had been set ablaze. 

“Oh God... I’m cumming!” I cried out, the loudest I’d said anything so far.

In the background I could vaguely hear some whistles and comments but I was 
soon too consumed by my orgasm to hear anything, or care if I did.  There is 
no greater feeling in the world than to experience an orgasm.  Even the least 
intense orgasm beats whatever comes in second and when you get one as intense 
as the one I could tell was rising in me, there WAS no second place.  

My hips convulsed as I thrust my pussy up tight to him but he had me pinned 
down such that I could hardly move. Despite my early orders, he couldn't hold 
still in me anymore and started to pump himself in and out of me like a 
relentless oil well drilling for oil deep inside of me.  Talk about being 
“drilled”!!!

Now that I was cumming, his fucking of me just added to the intensity of the 
storm that was raging within me.  How long this went on for, I have no idea.  
Time stands still at moments like this, it is like I am in another world, 
another dimension.  My eyes were clamped tightly shut and even if I had 
opened them I was sure I wouldn’t see anything.  I couldn’t hear anything 
other than my own moans and cries as the rest of the world ceased to exist 
and all I could think about, all I cared about, all I wanted was the cock 
inside of me to cum and take me even a notch higher than where I was.

“FUCK ME!” I cried out as I humped myself under him the best I could, “FUCK 
ME HARDER!”

He was pounding me now, literally driving me across the carpet with each 
thrust of his hips that served to drive him deeper into me, impossible as it 
may have seemed.  Each time his groin slammed against my crotch, I let out a 
loud gasp as the air was driven from me.

Then it happened, the only thing that could have stimulated me even more than 
I was.  A hot flash erupted inside of me and I felt him hold himself tightly 
against me as his first load of cum shot out of his cock to be released deep 
inside of me.

My orgasm, which was just starting to wane, suddenly shot off the charts as 
one after another, he unloaded his balls into me.  For a brief moment, much 
as it later embarrassed me to recall, I felt like some southern wench in a 
romance novel being fucked by the big black slave stud, cumming hard as the 
forbidden seed was exploding from his lustful cock deep inside my virgin 
womb.

For a moment I thought I might pass out and indeed, maybe I did for a short 
period as it seemed like suddenly I was back in the world and he was holding 
himself above me, panting from the exhaustion of fucking me like I hadn’t 
been fucked before.  

He was still in me and I could feel him pulsing hard in me, his heartbeat 
strong and fast.  Now and then he would suddenly thrust himself into me, like 
a fish in its final throes before conceding defeat.  I couldn't speak or even 
make a sound at this point as my sense were still in overload from the 
tremendous orgasm that he had unleashed in me.

Just then the guy next to me pulled out of the girl.  With effort I turned my 
head to watch as he stripped off his condom (thank god my guy didn't wear 
one!) with one pull and then a stream of cum came squirting from his cock.  
Damn could he shoot his cum!  He left a trail that led from her pussy all the 
way to her forehead.  A bit of it even fell on her open mouth which she 
quickly slurped up and swallowed.  Somehow I found the strength to reach over 
and run my finger over some of it, then putting my finger in my mouth to 
taste him.  Mmmmmmm, an excellent vintage!

Apparently, my guy was just as interested in her as I was – and even more as 
it turned out.  He pulled out of me and joined the guy next to us, putting 
his cock into the little girl’s mouth to let her suck off the remains of his 
cum and my pussy juices.  She eagerly sucked his now softening cock, cleaning 
it off skillfully.  Looking over at me, she smiled as best she could with his 
black dick in her mouth and I wondered what she thought about the taste of my 
pussy on his dick.

I was not to find out as it turned out.  The three of them got up and left 
the room, leaving me in the middle of the living room with a warm pussy full 
of cum.  Without me being fucked the interest in me seemed to fade and people 
drifted off so I finally got up and went over to the table with the drinks 
and popped open a can of Diet Pepsi.  I was holding the can and thinking 
about what had happened when I felt something warm and smooth pressing 
against my ass.  Under the circumstance, it was safe to assume that I was 
feeling someone’s cock up against my butt! Intrigued, I started to turn 
around but he grabbed me by head and kept me facing forward.

“Don’t look back... I’m want to fuck you just the way you are now.”

Well, THAT was certainly the most original one-liner ever for someone to 
start out with me! I started to say something but he cut me off rudely.

“Not a word, hear me?  Not a single word until I’m done with you.  Now bend 
over and spreads your legs apart.”

For a moment I wondered just what I was getting into.  I mean I’d already 
been fucked by a couple of guys who I didn’t even know their names but at 
least I knew what they looked like!  This, however, was carrying “fucked by a 
stranger” fantasy to the extreme.  Oh well, I quickly decided that this was 
what I had come here for – to do things I would never have done otherwise and 
probably never will again. 

Leaning forward, I put the can down on the table and held myself up with both 
hands on the table.  As he had directed me, I spread my legs apart and I felt 
his hand groping between my legs.  It was like being on a crowded dance floor 
where someone was trying to cop a feel, except in this case he apparently had 
plans to do a lot more than just grab a cheap feel!

“Damn girl, you’re still soaking wet.  You know, I was watching you getting 
fucked by that guy in the living room and you looked so incredibly hot I knew 
I just had to have you tonight.

He squeeze my ass a little harder and moved in closer where he whispered in 
my ear saying, “Oh yeah... I’m gonna fuck you like a little whore – no 
foreplay or sweet talk, just my hard dick in your wet cunt.”

Startled, I forgot his warning for a second and started to say something but 
again he cut me off.  “Now, now... like I said, you’re my little whore so 
just bend over and take it.  No talking and don't you DARE look back at me.”

My eyes were fixed on the table top in front of me as I felt him spreading me 
apart with one hand as he guided his hard cock into me with the other.  As 
he’d noted, I was still sopping wet and swollen which shouldn’t have been a 
surprise considering not more than a few minutes before I was fucked for the 
second time since arriving.  He easily slid all of the way into me and then 
immediately started humping me, letting his lower stomach and crotch slap 
against my ass as he rammed himself deeply into me.  A few times he pushed so 
hard I almost lost my balance but I held onto the table top for support.

“God your pussy is incredible... how does it stay so tight?  That’s it whore, 
bounce that tight little ass back against me while I fuck you.”

I almost said something but fortunately, I think, he wasn't finished and so 
he cut me off before I could utter a sound.

“I knew from the moment I saw you walk in with that slutty friend of yours 
that you love being fucked,” he said with a hint of laughter on his voice, as 
if he thought he was being so clever in analyzing me.  “Yeah... you looked 
like the kind of bitch that just wants her pussy fucked and doesn’t care how 
or who so long as she gets a hard cock in her.”

Normally I might have protested such remarks; calling me a whore didn't 
normally put guys at the top of my winners list.  In this case though, I had 
to admit that I was exactly what he was accusing me of being, nothing more 
than a horny slut who wanted a hard dick and wasn't very particular how she 
got it.

Despite the sideshow of his non-stop yakking, he WAS doing a pretty good job 
of screwing me.  Although on the one hand I wanted to reach around and punch 
him in the mouth, on the other hand my pussy was feeling pretty damn good 
with him in it.  It made me feel a bit naughty, almost dirty, because it 
meant he was so right about me.  All I wanted at this moment was to be fucked 
and I didn’t give a damn who he was or how he did it so long as he filled my 
cunt with his dick.  Well, don’t forget he has to cum in me as well!

I heard a grunt behind me and then he said, “Ok slut, here it is, I’m ready 
to cum... Hey, don’t move... just hold still while I cum on your ass.”

For a second I felt a surge of disappointment.  Cum on my ASS?  God, all this 
just so he could make a mess on my butt?  It wasn't like I had any say in the 
matter as I felt him pull out of me, leaving my pussy with the sudden 
sensation of emptiness.  Damn, why couldn't he have cum in me? 

My thoughts were interrupted by the warm feeling of cum as he sprayed himself 
all over me.  I must have been his first for the night as from the feel of 
things, he was depositing quite a lot of cum as I could feel it starting to 
run down my butt.  It didn't take long for him to finish himself off and then 
I felt him rub it all over my ass with his cock, spreading it over my 
buttocks and even over my asshole.

Any hope of seeing him faded with his next demand.

“I don’t know about you but I certainly enjoyed that!” he gloated, “OK, now 
don’t you dare turn around until you count to fifteen – got it?.”

With that he left and I dutifully counted and when I reached fifteen I turned 
around, half expecting him to be there still.  Wishful thinking on my part.  
Instead, all I saw were a number of people standing behind me, all of whom 
who had evidently been watching the scene play out.  There was no sign that 
any of them were the guy that fucked me and nobody seemed inclined to give me 
any information that would identify him.

Smiling at them as best I could under the circumstances, I grabbed some 
napkins from the center of the table and used them to wipe the cum off my ass 
as best as I could.  God, I would be needing a shower badly tonight when I 
got home!

So far I’d been fucked by three guys and frankly, I was feeling a bit tired; 
wonderful and tingly inside but tired just the same.  The party was going 
full swing and I could see several groups going at it.  Honestly, I’d had 
enough for one night so I found my clothes and got dressed.  When I looked 
back one more time before I left, I saw the black guy who had fucked me was 
now laying on the dining room floor with a girl riding his cock, bouncing on 
it like a cowgirl in a country bar riding the mechanical bull.  Still a bit 
curious, I looked around one last time, still wondering who had fucked me 
that last time but never got even a clue from anyone.  Oh well, that was ok 
as it lent an air of mystery to my night’s adventures. 

Fortunately, and rather surprisingly, Beth was also ready to leave so she 
drove me home.  Turned out she had spent the night with several girls and 
other than a dildo, didn't even get fucked the entire evening.  I just 
shrugged it off thinking what was the point ion spending the night doing 
something you can do at home when there was enough cock to choose from? Oh 
well, to each her own I guess.


Chapter 5 – Back Home Again
===========================

Beth kissed me on the cheek and we said our goodbyes as she dropped me off at 
the curb in front of my house. When I went in who did I find but my dear ol’ 
dad waiting for me in the kitchen, just as he had promised he would.  I guess 
I should have never doubted him.  He flashed a warm smile when he saw me walk 
through the door.

“Well Kelly, how was your party tonight?  So tell me, how many lucky guys got 
to fuck you?”

“It was fun dad.  You know, they’re talking about holding the next one at 
someone who has a swimming pool next time.”

My dad got up and walked over to me where he held me.  I loved feeling his 
body up against mine, his strong arms holding me and protecting me.  As he 
hugged me a feeling of fatherly love and comfort filled me and it was then I 
realized how empty the entire experience had been.  Sure, the party had been 
exciting but face it, the sex was just sex and about as devoid of emotion as 
it could be. 

Memories of the last guy came into my head and I realized I could’ve just as 
easily been a latex doll for all he cared about me.  In a way, I felt like I 
did not long after masturbating.  There was a sense of sexual relief and a 
momentary rush of pleasure but it was followed by a sense of emptiness, one 
that was never quite filled unless I was sharing myself with someone I wanted 
to give myself to.  Tears of happiness came to my eyes as I hugged my dad as 
tight as I could, longing for him and needing him more right then than I 
could remember in a long time.

“Oh daddy, what I really want is you,” I sobbed, overcome with the pent up 
emotions that were suddenly being released.  “You’re always there for me, 
always ready to satisfy me.  After tonight I appreciate more than ever how 
you want me but still respect me as a woman and your daughter.”

I looked up at him and our eyes met although mine must have been red from my 
sudden and unexpected outburst.  God I loved him so much right then.  There 
wasn't anything I wouldn't do for this man, nothing I would refuse him.  If 
anything I wanted him to be demanding just so I could submit to him prove to 
him that there was nothing he could want of me that he couldn't have.

“Please take me daddy, I need you to love me,” I begged him.

Yes, after a night of wanton lust and pure sex I needed to be loved.  I 
needed someone to make me feel special, someone to want me for ME, not just 
my body.  I wanted to give myself over to him, to let him take total control 
of me and do with me whatever he wished.  I don’t mean anything at all like 
the guy who fucked me from behind did, where he did it purely for his own 
satisfaction.  The way my father treated me when I released myself and made 
myself totally vulnerable to him told me more about his love and respect for 
me than any words could ever do.

My dad stroked his fingers through my hair and reached down to kiss me.  As 
soon as our kips met it intensified into a passionate and lingering kiss.  
Finally our lips parted and he looked at me with an expression only a 
daughter can see in her father’s face.

“Don’t worry baby,” he whispered gently to me, “Daddy will take care of you.  
Let me show you how much I love you.”

With that, he picked me up in his strong arms and carried me up to my 
parent’s bedroom.  My mom was already in bed watching TV.  She looked at us 
and I knew that she saw the way I was clutching my arms around his neck and 
could tell that how much I needed him right then, even if she wasn't sure 
why.  

My mom’s perceptiveness and understanding, especially at times like this, was 
one reason why I love my mother so much.  She is so incredibly unselfish when 
it comes to me and my dad.  The simple reason was that my parents were so in 
love that she never worried about him fucking me, or even her sister for that 
matter, because she knew that it was she that he truly loved, hat she was his 
soul mate and that he would always be faithful to her as his wife.  My mom 
had the confidence that comes with unconditional love, knowing that her 
husband could use me to fulfill his addictions and desires and yet still be 
her husband.  My dad’s heart would always belong to her and her alone - even 
if his cock was shared now and then with me.

Without a word my mom moved over in the bed to make room for us, not doing 
anything that might break the spell between my dad and me.  I loved it when 
she watched my dad take me this way.  Not in a naughty or kinky way but out 
of my love for her.  It was such a wonderful thing for her to see my father’s 
expression of love for his daughter and share those feelings with her.  
Somehow, if we had done it in my room with her alone on the bed just 
listening to us through the thin walls there would have been something 
missing.  It would have been like we were hiding something from her when just 
the opposite was true.

My dad gently laid me on my back and ever so slowly undressed me.  He then 
quickly stripped off his shorts and sat on the side of the bed next to me, 
nude and quite handsome for his age.  His fingers slowly ran up and down the 
entire length of my body, soothing me and helping me to relax.  He ran his 
fingers through my hair as I closed my eyes, soaking up his love.  Then I 
felt his warm lips on mine again and I opened my mouth in response, just 
enough to allow his tongue to find mine.  

As he kissed me with all the love of a father for his daughter, he lay down 
next to me and I could feel his warm naked body pressed along the length of 
mine.  His incestuous cock was ready for action, already hard as I felt it 
pressing against the side of my hip when he moved enough to rub it up against 
me.

As his hands caressed my entire body, I played with my breasts with one hand 
while I felt his hand work its way down my stomach and then past my crotch.  
He played his fingers up and down my legs, working their way to the sensitive 
inner thigh regions where I loved to be touched.  Instinctively, like a 
female dog in heat, I spread my legs apart, making it easier for him to move 
his hand up to where my legs joined.

Even though I was prepared, I still jumped just a little when his finger 
first touched my sensitive clit.  At this point in the evening, even the 
slightest touch of his finger on me was enough to send shivers down my legs 
and up my spine.  He spread my pussy lips apart and circled his finger around 
the opening of my pussy, slowing entering me just a little bit to run his 
finger just inside of me.  God it felt so good when he touched me right 
there! 

Then he worked his finger all the way into my, like a small cock entering my 
pussy.  He slipped a second finger in after the first one and then began to 
stroke them in and out of me like he was fucking me.  His thumb played with 
my clit at the same time and I felt like I had died and gone to heaven! It 
only took a few moments before I came so hard that I didn't think it was 
going to stop.

“That’s it Kelly, cum for me,” he said softly.

“Oh god daddy!” was all I could say in response as he touched me in just the 
way he knew I loved to be touched.

While I was still feeling the aftermath of my first orgasm, he moved on top 
of me and without further fanfare, my father’s cock entered me.  No matter 
how many times he does it, I still feel an almost childish sense of delight 
whenever my dad’s cock first pushes itself into his daughter’s pussy.  Face 
it, how many daughters get to experience this? For what had to be the 
millionth time, I realized just how lucky I was to have this type of loving 
relationship with my father.

My dad was on his knees and he pulled me up to meet his cock such that my 
hips were off the bed and resting on his upper thighs.  He draped my legs 
over his shoulders and began to pump my pussy.  I thought about how I had 
been fucked earlier and how little it really mattered to me other than the 
physical sense of pleasure it gave me.  Compared to then, what I was 
experiencing was on a completely different level.  Sure it was just another 
cock in me but in my mind, it was much more than that – it was my FATHER’S 
cock, the man who conceived me, raised me, and had given so much to me over 
the years.  How could I NOT give myself back to him for everything he had 
done for me? To demonstrate my love and gratitude in such as personal matter 
was the greatest feeling in the world.

Well, speaking of feelings, it wasn’t long before I came again, this time 
gripping his cock tightly with my pussy as my juices once again gushed from 
me.  My dad just kept pumping his cock in and out of me slowly, driving 
himself in until the base of his shaft pressed against my pussy and then 
pulling out until the tip of his head was just inside me and then pressing 
himself back in again.  Until now we had both been silent but finally his 
passion reached the point where he couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Oh god Kelly! You feel SO good around my cock... Fuck, I love it when you 
cum and get so tight I can barely push myself into you.”

I looked up to see him looking at my mom.  I couldn't see her face but I 
could imagine the smile that must be there as she watched her husband and 
daughter joined together.

My dad kept up his groans and talk almost nonstop.  “Kelly, Kelly... I love 
fucking you... Oh Mary, I love fucking our daughter while her mother watches, 
seeing my cock in your daughter, making her cum.”

I stretched my neck more until I could see my mom and yes, she was smiling 
after he said that.  I also saw that she had one hand between her legs – 
obviously she was enjoying watching us fuck in more than just a motherly 
manner!  My mom had told me before how her father had fucked her and so she 
knew just how I felt when my dad did me.  She told me that she loved seeing 
my dad joined together with me, knowing that such a close bond existed 
between us that it had to be more than just emotional, but physical as well.  
Really, how much closer can a dad be with his daughter than to hold her tight 
while her pussy is filled with his cock and sperm?

It’s amazing how many thoughts can run through your mind in just a few 
seconds.  At the same time my dad was pumping harder and faster, like he was 
drilling for oil in my pussy.  I looked down and with my hips raised up it 
was easy to see his cock as it slid in and out of me - not to mention I could 
feel him in my pussy one second and then out the next.

“Yes daddy, fuck me faster,” I cried out.  I knew he loved to hear me ask for 
it.  I can understand, I guess, why he feels better when I tell him to fuck 
me rather than just allow him to and then he has to assume I really want it.

“Ahhhhhh, I love watching you fuck me, watching you cock disappear inside of 
me,” I moaned, trying to let him know how much I loved what he was doing but 
having a hard time putting it into words. 

Based on past experience I knew that he was close to cumming so I encouraged 
him by saying, “Cum in me daddy... fill me up.  Oh daddy!  Fuck me... Fuck 
me!... Cum!”

My dad groaned like a beast as he his climax approached.  Then he suddenly 
rammed himself deep inside of me, holding himself there.  Damn, his cock was 
so hot! I could feel it throbbing in me, pulsing with his strong heartbeat.  
Then he gasped and his hips jerked against me as I felt a warm glow deep in 
my pussy.  Oh my god, my father was mating me!

“That’s it daddy, cum in me.  Oh daddy I can feel your cum in me, so warm 
inside of me.”

Not to be outdone, my mother was ready to cum herself at that moment.  She 
was rubbing herself hard and furiously fast with her eyes fixed on my pussy, 
watching her husband’s cock as it exploded inside of her daughter.

“Oh honey, I love seeing you cum in her,” she blurted out, “I love seeing you 
fuck our daughter and cumming in her!”

The she turned her attention to me and said, “Oh Kelly, Kelly... you’re so 
beautiful, so hot, such a wonderful daughter.”

My mother stopped talking and she cried out as her orgasm consumed her.  
Between her cumming and the feel of my dad’s cock ejaculating inside of me I 
came yet again, a little smaller and less intense this time but wonderful all 
the same. 

As we lay there later in each other’s arms, the epitome of a loving and 
caring family, I knew deep in my heart that this was the way a family was 
meant to be; sharing the most intimate and loving moments together.  My dad 
stayed in me for a long while afterwards, letting me feel him inside of me as 
we all kissed and finally I feel asleep.

What a perfect ending to my day!

THE END
