Chapter 13
As it turned out, getting my father into bed with me was quite easy.
The next day, I came home from school, ate lunch and then went upstairs to change clothes as usual. I wasn't due to be at the office for about an hour, so I took my time. As I stood there, trying to decide what to wear, I began thinking about the strap on dildo and the way I had used it to fuck my mother.
"I'll have to show that to Sara," I said to my reflection in the mirror.
And then I squeezed my breasts together, palming my tingling nipples. Suddenly, I was so hot, I could hardly stand it. I dropped my hands lower, cupping my mound. The front of my panties was warm and wet and I smiled at myself in the mirror as I eased them down off my hips. When my blonde bush came into view, I stroked it lovingly until it was halved neatly with two swollen lips.
"Sara will love it when I fuck her. She can pretend it's her father or maybe Chet," I continued my one-sided conversation.
At the same time, I held my lips apart and gazed at my glistening wet clit. It was erect and I gasped when I touched the sensitive nub. Then I wet my fingertips with my tongue and rubbed the wetness on my clit. Again, I gasped and a fresh flood of juices bubbled up in my pussy.
Eager to see more of myself, I squatted lower and spread my legs apart. There were my pink, wet inner lips and the tiny mouth of my cunt. I gave it a finger to suck on and it did so.
"I'll bet my father would love to experience this," I said to myself. "I'll bet he's never had a pussy this tight or this hot."
I pushed my finger deeper and worked it in and out a few times. I rocked my clit with my palm. A groan came from deep in my throat and I shuddered through a mini-cum.
Soon, two of my fingers were sliding in and out of my pussy and my groans were steadily growing louder. I gazed at my jiggling breasts in the mirror and licked my lips as my eyes glazed over with lust.
Too weak to stand any longer, I backed onto the bed, spread my legs wide and fingered myself with abandon.
"So fucking good," I said to my imaginary lover. "Your dick feels so fucking good."
Just to prolong this incredible moment, I pulled my fingers free and worked them down my crack toward my butt hole. Because they were wet, they slipped inside easily. I moaned as my tight tunnel squeezed my plunging fingers and held my legs high and wide.
"Donna."
The sound of someone saying my name brought me back to reality with a thud. And then I saw my father standing in the doorway to my room.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Masturbating," I whimpered.
My thighs were still pulled back against my chest, crushing my nipples. He had a perfect view of my fingers stuffed into my ass and my cunt juices drooling down around them.
"I know you're a grown woman," he began, "but I guess I didn't realize how grown up you were."
"I am a woman, Daddy, and I need things a woman needs," I said to him. I was encouraged by the growing bulge in the front of his slacks. "Right now, I need a dick-your dick," I breathed.
He did not respond, did not move. I pulled my fingers out of my ass and lowered my legs. Then I used my fingers to smear my pussy juices around and around on my twat. I showed him my pink inner lips. I showed him my wet clit.
"God, you're beautiful," he breathed, finally moving on into the room and coming toward the bed. "You smell like a bitch in heat."
"I am a bitch in heat," I told him. "Taste me."
He crawled onto the bed with me then and sniffed my wide open cunt. I shuddered through another orgasm and forced myself to lie still. Finally, his tongue snaked out and the point wiggled up and down my slit.
"Oh!" I gasped and squirmed on the bed.
"You taste just like your mother," he moaned as he licked me with long, sensual strokes of his tongue.
"Just lick me, Daddy." Now I didn't have to pretend. "Eat my pussy."
He gave me what I wanted, little by little, until I was grinding my pussy all over his handsome face. With his tongue sliding in and out of my hole, he manipulated my clit perfectly with his fingers. Just when he thought I was ready to cum, he teased my sweaty ass-hole with a finger from his free hand.
Grunting, groaning, my ass bouncing all over the bed, I experienced my first orgasm on the end of my father's tongue. It was incredible! The longer I thought about it, the longer my pussy spasmed. Finally, he brought me down to earth slowly and then pulled out of my grasp.
' I lay there trembling as I watched him undress. I longed to run my fingers through the thick hairs on his chest. My hands itched to stroke his muscular thighs. But I was too weak with desire for him to even move.
And then his dick appeared. I'd seen it before, of course, when I watched him with my mother, but it was now hard and throbbing just for me. He stood in front of me fondling himself slowly. I'd seen that before, too, but now it was my pussy he was staring at. I fingered myself briefly and then held my lips wide just to show him how hot I was.
"Let me taste you," I moaned, reaching for him.
My father returned to the bed. He straddled my face. I curled my fingers around him, pumped him a few times and then rubbed his swollen cockhead back and forth across my lips. I licked his velvet-tipped prick from time to time, which made him groan. And then I began planting little wet, sucking kisses up and down his shaft. The hard, hot muscle throbbed against my mouth, thrilling me.
"Take it in your mouth, baby," he whispered.
I opened my mouth just wide enough to allow me to swallow the end of his dick.
"That's right," he moaned. "You know how to make me feel good."
My father humped my face, sliding his cock back and forth on the cradle of my tongue. Slowly, he fed me more and more of his prong and I began squeezing him with my lips as I teased his sensitive spot with my tongue.
"Suck your daddy's cock," he groaned, working his hips a bit faster.
I moaned around his meat and tried to keep track of every sensation. Gushers of sweet pre-cum coated my tongue. I swallowed them hungrily and probed into his hole for more. His ragged breathing filled the room, punctuated by an occasional gasp. His balls brushed against my chest as I squeezed his ass with both hands, pulling him even deeper.
And then, suddenly, he was pulling out of my grasp again.
"I have to fuck you," he moaned as he moved his cock down my stomach. It left behind a wet trail of spit and pre-cum. And then he rubbed the knob around in the damp, tangled hairs of my cunt.
"Daddy, I need it so bad," I moaned, holding my legs even wider for him.
A movement to my left drew my attention away from my father for a moment. Uncle Robert and my mother were rolling around on the other bed. They were both naked and, from the sound of things, they were ready to go at it, too.
When had they arrived? I gave my father a questioning look.
He didn't seem to notice them at all. It seemed like the only thing he was interested in was the wet mouth of my pussy sucking on the end of his dick.
"Damn, I get so hot watching him fuck another woman."
This was my mother. She had moved to her hands and knees on the bed facing us. Even as she watched, my father placed my ankles over his shoulders and began pushing his prick deeper into my body. I don't know which excited me more, knowing she was watching or experiencing my father's dick for the first time.
"Hot.enough for this?" Uncle Robert asked as he knelt behind her.
And then, with both hands on her ass, he drove the full length of his cock into her with enough force to make both of them grunt.
"All you can give me," she moaned loudly. Her eyes never left my sweaty body.
"Okay, Sis, you asked for it," Uncle Robert grunted.
After he settled down to some serious fucking, he began watching us, too.
By this time, my father's cock was buried to the hilt. He withdrew it as slowly as he had entered me and then lunged forward again. I gasped as his thick meat stretched me wide and scratched my itch.
"You are so hot and so tight," he moaned, fucking me a little faster, a little deeper.
"And you are so big, Daddy," I heard myself whimpering.
The wet sound of my mother's pussy being pounded to a squishy pulp came from the other bed. Her groans had steadily turned to guttural, grunting sounds matching those coming from Uncle Robert.
Bolts of electrical excitement flashed through me and I gasped. "I want it all, Daddy. Give it to me."
That seemed to be all he needed to cut loose. Sweat poured off of his body as he fucked me alternating between short, teasing thrusts and long, deep ones that made me grunt. I bucked upward, taking everything he had and begging for more. God, it felt as if I would never get enough of his meat.
"Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me!" I howled.
On the other bed, my mother was chanting the same thing over and over. Her nipples were pressed into the mattress, her ass thrust high in the air. And her brother was giving her everything he had.
The sight caused my pussy to pulse and flutter around his plunging cock. My orgasm loomed closer and closer.
Sensing that I was close to cumming, my father began working his hips in a small circle. He rode high on my mound, mashing my clit between us. I felt his balls slapping my upturned ass. And then I looked up and saw his sweaty face. It was a mask of lust, more handsome than ever before.
"I'm fucking my daughter," he said between clenched teeth. "I'm fucking her sweet little pussy."
"Yes, Daddy," I breathed as my body began to jerk out of control. "You're fucking me, Daddy, and I love every minute of it."
Across the room, my mother cried out suddenly. And then she began to grunt as her climax hit. I could hear my uncle pounding against her, their bodies slapping together wetly. And then I was cumming, too, squirming around on the end of his dick like a fish on a hook.
When I regained control of myself, my father was still hard and throbbing inside of my pussy. T want to fuck you some more," he said simply.
In response, I squeezed my pussy tightly around his dick.
Uncle Robert and my mother were changing positions. He was on his back now. She held his dick steady by the base and squatted over it. He gasped as she teased him with her wet cunt.
"Do you like that?" my father asked when he noticed me watching them.
I nodded.
With one smooth motion, he rolled onto his back and pulled me on top of him. With a low groan, I sank down onto him, watching as my blonde hairs mingled with his black ones. Content for a moment just to enjoy this, he ran his hands all over my body. He cupped and caressed my breasts, handling them with just enough of that rough/gentle touch to make me gasp. And then he slid his big hands downward, kneading my hips and thighs.
On the other bed, my mother was already bouncing up and down on top of her brother. He thrust upward, matching her steady rhythm. His hands, too, were roaming. But even though my mother was thoroughly enjoying him, she was watching me and my father through a lusty haze.
Seeing that set me in motion. I lifted myself off my dad's dick until just the head remained tucked inside of me. And then I sank down onto him again. He liked that, moaning and squeezing my ass to let me know that he wanted me to do it again.
I repeated the process several times. Soon, I was sliding my pussy up and down his pole with abandon.
I caught one of his big hands and guided his fingers to my clit. He rubbed the sensitive bud to match my steady humping and brought me off in just a matter of moments.
Across the room, my mother was cumming, too. And from the sound of things, Uncle Robert lost control this time. His throaty grunts coincided with his savage, upward thrusts.
"Turn around," my father whispered. "I want to see everything."
Lifting myself off of him again, I turned so that I was facing the opposite direction. Now, I could see my reflection in the mirror over the dresser. I looked like a stranger, my hair a tangled mass of blonde, my eyes glazed with lust and my breasts topped by strawberry-sized nipples.
I felt like a stranger, too. As I sank down onto my father again, he held my ass cheeks apart. Now, not only was he watching my wet pussy devour him, he could see my puckered anus winking.
"Ride it, baby, ride it," he grunted, urging met o start moving.
That excited me and I gasped as I began moving up and down. My movements became faster and faster as my excitement built. I was rubbing my own clit this time, thrilled by the things his fingers were doing to my ass-hole.
And then, suddenly, there was a hot tongue replacing his fingers.
I glanced over my shoulder, surprised to see that my mother had joined us. It was her hot, wet tongue worming its way into my rectum.
"Oh, God!" I groaned and bucked faster.
My father's groan echoed mine and I realized she was probably licking his slime-covered prick every time it appeared.
And then her fingers replaced mine on my clit.
"Jesus, Billie," my father groaned. "Jesus, you're going to make me cum."
That was the last coherent sentence he spoke for a while. The rest of it was garbled obscenities, grunts and groans and then a low roar as his cock exploded deep in my pussy. My climax hit almost immediately after that. And with my mother's tongue in my ass and her fingers on my clit, the orgasm grew more intense instead of subsiding.
Now, I barely recognized the animal-like sounds of pleasure coming from my own lips. And the stranger in the mirror was more beautiful than before.
And in the midst of it all, I was aware of Uncle Robert lying on the bed, watching the show.
Eventually, I was helped off of my father's cock. Since the bed was so small, I ended up on the floor with my mother. We moved into a 69 position, with me on top. While the two men watched, she sucked my father's scum from the cup of my cunt. I licked her clean, moaning at the taste of Uncle Robert's jizz. And then we both jerked and bucked through orgasms that were even more intense than the ones before.
All in all, that first experience with my father was a memorable one. We spent most of the night fucking as if there was no tomorrow. And the next morning, when we woke up together, we were at it again. I knew I would never get enough of him and I think he felt the same way about me.
Oh, there would be other lovers for both of us.
After all, he was a married man. And I had Uncle Robert and my brother to keep me occupied most of the time. But from that night on, whenever we came together as a man and a woman, it would be a mutually satisfying experience that neither of us could deny or forget.