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There
is a paradox, that as a father, I struggled with until very recently.� Like most men I enjoy sex, lots of sex, the
more the better, the nastier the better.�
I don't think I've ever turned down an attractive female who was
seriously willing to get fucked.� And
like most men, I spent my youth putting it to any female (attractive or not)
willing or drunk enough to have me.� It
is no exaggeration for me to say that my fondest memories are of getting my
dipstick wet.� ��
The
late sixties and seventies was wonderful time to be a young man.� All the girls were on the pill if they were
sexually active.� No one realized it
then, but we really had it good, as there weren't any horrid, incurable STDs
lurking out there to rob you of your life or degrade it so much that you might
as well be dead.� Bareback fucking was
the norm.� There's absolutely nothing
like the unobscured feel a hot lassie's tight wet snatch and there's nothing
quite like the feel of fucking a cum laden cunt. Ah, the memories of the
delicious sensation of my throbbing rod running through the ribbed silky tunnel
of some hot‑assed young girl, mmmmmmm, but I digress.�
Back
then if you caught the clap or something, a quick shot would cure it in a few
days.� If the girl got pregnant, God
forbid!� A knocked up girl could be
tricky, but if she wanted you to fuck her, she should have been on the pill or
at least she should have insisted on the guy using a condom.� I did get the clap a time or two and thank
God, I never put a girl into the family‑way, at least not to my knowledge.
Now
I'm older and wiser, and being a divorced always‑horny man, I'll still
put it to any female willing or drunk enough to have me.� The biggest change is that I've gotten more
cautious due to the nasty incurable diseases now floating around; I now almost
always use a rubber.�
While
I was married, I must admit that I wasn't 100% faithful, but that was well
after the birth of our youngest of three children.� For whatever reasons, after Kristen was born, my relationship
with my wife, Cheryl, just withered away and died.� Our sex life together became nonexistent.� Perhaps if she wasn't stone cold to me,
things might have been different.� But
they weren't.� In addition to no‑sex
life to speak of, she became unpleasant just to be unpleasant. Her nastiness
towards me was countered with my nastiness to her. I gladly spent as much time
on the road as possible to get away from her.
After
a year or so with my only sex being self pleasure in a motel room while on the
road, I had my first extra martial affair.�
It was purely sex for the sake of sex, two lonely souls both needing a
good fuck.� We both lied about our
names, and I never saw her ever again.�
Having crossed that line, it was easier the next time, much easier.
I
traveled quite a bit and discovered that there were many opportunities in just
about every town I spent some time in.�
Hang out in decent hotel with a bar, restaurant, pool, and workout room,
and you will run across a business woman, who after a hard day or week on the
road is prime for a causal tryst.� While
I was still married, I never exchanged phone numbers or addresses with any of
these ladies as it was understood from the get‑go that it was to be a one‑night
stand and we would never see each other again.�
In
spite of my caution, Cheryl still suspected that I fooled around.� I suppose she realized that I was getting
some on the side as I had altogether stopped trying to fuck her.� We argued frequently, with me feigning
indignation at being 'falsely' accused.
For
years I wanted to end the farcical charade and the grating torture of living
with someone whom I now despised, but was I reluctant to jump ship because of
the kids and the financial ruin that certainly awaited me.� Fruitlessly, I hoped that I would someday come
home from a trip and she'd be gone. Never happened.� Cheryl was always there when I got home and she made sure that I
was miserable the entire time that I was at home.� By the time we were divorced, I was more than ready to be rid of
her. At the time of the divorce, my oldest boy Todd was 17 and senior in high
school, Henry was 15 and a freshman in high school and Kristen was 14 and in
eighth grade.
But
it wasn't her less‑than‑charming personality, nor was it my
peccadilloes that ended our marriage; it was my wife's infidelity that did
it.� One day about four years ago, I got
a call from Gina Labrie, my boss's wife, informing me that my darling Cheryl,
was screwing her husband Fred.� She said
she'd send me a set of the photos her gumshoe had taken, including some very
explicit stuff captured with cameras hidden in Fred's lake house.�
What
irked me the most wasn't that Cheryl was screwing around, I really didn't give
a hoot, but the bitch was screwing around with my boss, my livelihood, my
career, making me a cuckold fool in the eyes of everyone I worked with.� I figured that now was the time to dump her
with the least financial pain and also get a new job.�
I
received the photos showing Cheryl not only screwing Fred at the lake house,
but also several photos of her screwing several other guys.� Apparently she sometimes provided the
evening entertainment for Fred's fishing buddies. I contacted Gina and we
coordinated pulling the trigger.� I was
given the honor of spreading the photos out on Fred's desk just minutes before
he was served papers from his wife's lawyer.
I
was fortunate in that I had a good job offer in my back pocket.� Not missing a beat, I had accepted the new
job before shitting in Fred's mess kit.�
What I wasn't expecting was that despite my evidence that Cheryl was an
unfaithful slut, the court still awarded her the house, my money, my savings,
plus awarded her child support for our three kids.� I wound up just as bad off if she had pictures of me fucking her
best friend.
Ruined,
I wound up living in a dumpy apartment complex that was infested with vermin of
all types, including snaggle‑toothed whores and drug dealers.� In the first three months, my one bedroom
studio apartment was burglarized twice and I got mugged in the parking
lot.� On more than one occasion, shots
rang out.� I got the hell out of there
as soon as I could.
The
new job turned out to be a bonanza though. I inherited several great accounts
from a retiring colleague as well as taking Fred's accounts with me.� Fred didn't like it, not one damned bit, but
I told him to fuck off.� He let it go
and didn't try any legal remedies.� Soon
I was pulling down nearly twice the dough I made working for Fred.� The child support requirements also began to
ease as Todd soon graduated from high school and went to State U on a baseball
scholarship.� Within a year I bought a
nice house with a pool and hot tub.� In
no time, I was back on my feet and back in circulation.�
Still
I traveled a lot and did most of my entertaining on the road in a hotel room
and occasionally at some woman's apartment or even rarer at her house while her
hubby was away.� The ladies with fixed
addresses I would discretely look up and I formed several ongoing, casual
relationships. As a lifestyle, it was quite satisfying.�
As
for Cheryl, Fred dumped her soon after the divorce but within two years she had
found some other schmuck to marry her.�
At
home I tried to play more of the straight‑laced type, what with my kids
dropping in unannounced to see Dad ("Hey Dad, could you spare me a
twenty?"), or spend the weekend with me ("Hey Dad, could you take me
shopping?� I really need some new
clothes.").� In spite of the problems,
I still managed to cultivate a few special lady friends in town who I enjoyed
entertaining at home.� After all, I was
unattached and horny as ever.�
Because
I was now a fixed target, I found the in‑town cunts a bit pushy compared
to my out‑of‑town women.�
For instance, I was banging one of Henry's high school teachers.� She was a divorcee with a healthy appetite
for carnal indulgence.� One evening,
completely unannounced, she unexpectedly dropped in finding me and another lady
in the hot tub.� That was embarrassing to
everyone, especially seeing that the two women knew each other from the PTA.
Even
though Cheryl had custody, I saw my kids quite a bit, almost as much as when I
was still married to their mother, and I took the role of fatherly mentor
seriously.� Like many fathers
instructing their children in sexual matters, I found the task to be
enigmatic.�
With
the boys, I supported the position that you only go around in life once and
that a man's youth should not be squandered by being celibate.� Basically, I encouraged my boys to fuck as
many girls as possible, and I was never subtle about my advice to them,� "Don't be too choosy son, that girl
with the wreaked face just might be the best piece of ass of your
life."� Of course I urged them to
take precautions, but first and foremost, I counseled them to get into the
panties every disease‑free, willing female of whatever color they
could.�
The
paradox for fathers like myself is this, just where were all these willing
females to come from?� Obviously fuckable girls
must come from families much like mine, families with sons and daughters or
from families with daughters only.� I
suppose a guy with only sons has it easy and doesn't have to worry about
it.� In a way, the guys with only
daughters have it easy too, as they could unwaveringly adopt the position of
abstinence before marriage. But for guys like me, with sons and daughters, we
have it tough.�
Basically
it boils down to two choices.� First
choice is to adopt a position of no sex for everyone and deny your son's nature
and his pursuit of pleasure that is his birthright, knowing full well that he's
out screwing anyway.� With 20/20
hindsight that just may have been the best approach, at least you can get
honestly indignant when some guy is messing around between your daughter's
legs.�
But
unless you're willing to say to your baby girl that it's perfectly okay if
she's a slut and that it's okay if she spreads her legs whenever the urge hits
her, then your second choice is that you have to be a hypocrite.� Like most men I was a hypocrite, and like
many fathers, my solution to the enigma was to take differing positions with my
sons and with my daughter.�� Tell the
boys the truth and tell the girls to be pure.
What
I should have told Kristen is, "Sex is great, it's as natural as
breathing.� So let's get you on the
pill, Baby and if you want to spread'em, spread 'em.� But don't trust that the jerk you're fucking is disease free, so
please, Baby, use a rubber.� By the way,
make sure he's considerate enough to get you off too and is not using you to
just get his rocks off."� Of course
I didn't say that.� What father would?
Instead
I counseled Kristen that all guys were basically jerks and would say and do
anything to get into her pants.� I told
her that guys were mostly interested in taking advantage of her and using her
for their own gratification. I told her to keep her pants on, save it for
marriage, and thereby I attempted to deny her of her nature.
Well,
that discussion took place around the time the divorce was settled.� The following fall, just before her
fifteenth birthday, Cheryl called and informed me that our darling daughter was
pregnant.� I nearly shit!� I yelled and cursed at Cheryl for being such
a piss poor role model, as if that would somehow help matters.�
At
the time, I was on a business trip.�
That night I got drunk and got laid for fifty bucks by a sleazy barroom
lounge lizard.� By the time I got back
home three days later, however, everything had changed.�
Kristen
was in the hospital having been involved as a passenger in a car wreck.� Some drunk ran a red light and had T‑boned
my youngest son's car on the passenger side.�
Henry was fine, but Kristen was hurt.�
Like they say, every cloud has a silver lining and in this case, she
miscarried.�
After
a few days, Kristen was released.� A bit
banged up, but no longer knocked up.� We
put her on the pill and I pretended that nothing ever happened. I certainly
didn't press the moot issue of who impregnated her.
When
Kristen was sixteen and a sophomore, she pretty much ran with the same crowd as
her older brother Henry.� Like Henry,
most members of his circle of friends were jocks, played varsity football
and/or baseball, and were all juniors and seniors.� Best I could tell, she didn't have a steady boy friend per se,
but she seemed to play the field.� That
pleased me and caused a great deal of anxiety at the same time.�
The
girls in Henry's crowd ranged from seniors to sophomores like Kristen and her
friend Angie.� All the girls shared one
obvious quality; they were all good‑looking babes.� Some of the girls were definitely too skinny
and were probably anorexic, but Kristen had developed a very nice body and had
assumed a classic hourglass figure with generous curves to please the male eye.�
Just
before her seventeenth birthday, Kristen began sporting a ball stud in her
tongue.� I had my dick worked over with
a tongue stud a few times and I knew that Kristen's stud had but one real
purpose and that was to enhance oral sex.�
It was a blatant, in‑your‑face advertisement that she liked
to suck cock and aimed to please.�
No
longer could I ignore the obvious.�
Darling daughter was definitely a slut.�
Surprisingly, I rather calmly accepted that fact. What she did and who
she did it with was her business, not mine. But every time she opened her
mouth, I caught the glint of that ball stud.�
I would then envisage her tongue working over some boy's cock and I
began to fantasize about her doing me.�
Of course that was taboo and I would never let that actually happen, but
try as I might, I couldn't help but think about it.
Kristen's
open sexuality was a thing to behold.�
Regularly I got a hard‑on wondering if...well, banish the
thought.� Be that as it may, the fact
that she was a promiscuous tramp certainly didn't change my fatherly affection
for her in the least.
I
tried to be a responsible parent and promoted a safe haven where my kids and
their friends could come over and enjoy themselves whenever I was in town.� Pool parties at my place were fairly
common.� The parties usually didn't get
out of hand, but every so often some smart ass would try to sneak in some beer
or whiskey, and I would have to read them the riot act.� No way did I want to be liable for the
mindless actions of some drunk teenager... no thanks.�
I
certainly didn't mind having the kids over as long as they behaved, no drugs, no
booze, no fighting, and no sex.� Well,
at least no open sexual activity.� I
would sit out on the deck, sipping a drink, watching the girls jiggle in their
bikinis, watching the kids flirt, watching the guys sneak quick feel here and
there, wondering who was fucking who.� I
would pretend not notice when someone was missing for a while, knowing full
well that the spare rooms down in the basement were being utilized.
It
did cause me some unease to see Henry's black buddies flirting with Kristen and
her friends.� In fact it caused me great
unease, but what could I do?� Tell Henry
that Razor and Mungo weren't welcome because they were black?� They were as well behaved as Henry's other
friends were and they were always the first ones to pitch in and help me out
whenever I needed some muscle for a home project.� Besides I found Mungo to be very personable and I always enjoyed
his animated banter.� Razor on the other
hand was always playing the stereotypical part of the ghetto black gangsta,
even though his daddy was a doctor.
More
than once when I was out of sight, I observed some jock squeeze Kristen's
crotch or feeling a tit.�� Watching her
shamelessly flirting around the pool, I wondered just which or if every guy
here had fucked her.� One thing was for
sure, the way she allowed Mungo and Razor to stroke her left no doubt in my
mind that they were probably fucking her.�
It bothered me for sure, but after I saw her surreptitiously fondling
Razor's groin, I accepted it, as there was really nothing that I could do about
it.� Acceding to it, I shrugged it off
as best I could.
Then
at the end of Kristen's junior year and just before Henry graduated from high
school, Cheryl announced that her schmuck husband had been transferred to
Chicago.� Henry, after a year in the
local community college, was planning to join brother Todd at State U, but
without the benefit of a scholarship (at least he finally got in). Kristen
wanted to stay in Rockford to complete her senior year at Rockford High and be
near to her friends, so it was decided that Kristen would move in with me.�
The
summer went by peacefully enough.� All
three kids were living with me, and all three had summer jobs to keep them
occupied and more or less out of trouble.�
I still traveled a lot, but figured the kids were quite old enough to
take care of themselves. In that regard, I wasn't disappointed.�
According
to my snoopy neighbor, when I was gone, there were no large crowds, just a few
of their friends hanging out with my kids, which was perfectly acceptable to
me.� No doubt that there was some hanky‑panky
going on, maybe a lot of hanky‑panky, but in my view it just the typical
teen sex that had been going on for eons, nothing more and nothing less.� As for Kristen, what could happen under the
watchful eye of her two older brothers?
Then
my worldview was forever altered.� It
was towards the end of the summer and I was making another business trip.� I called on a certain lady and made
arrangements to play house with her while I was in town. After my business
meeting I made my way over to her home in a swank section of town, planning on
a long evening of fun before returning home the following afternoon.� I had no sooner sunk my cock into her sweet
puss when the phone rang.� A few
energetic pumps later, the answering machine picked up.�
"Sugar.� It's me!" cackled the voice.� "Finished up and caught an early
flight.� I'm on Hudson Boulevard and
should be home in about five or ten minutes.�
Do me favor Babe, fix up a pitcher of martinis.� See you soon, Love." �
We
looked at each other with unconcealed panic.�
I grabbed my things and got the hell out of there, taking only enough
time to pull on my swim trunks.� I threw
all my stuff in the back of my BMW convertible and made my escape in less than
two minutes, condom still on my cock, hoping that I hadn't left something
behind.
Later
my lady friend informed me that she straightened the bed, made the requested
pitcher of martinis and then nude, waited for hubby on the sofa.� He thought it was a wonderful homecoming.
As
I cruised up Hudson Boulevard to the interstate, I scanned the cars going the
other way, wondering which car was hubby's.�
I turned onto the interstate and headed east for home.� It was a hot summer day and riding shirtless
and barefoot in my open convertible at 75 MPH with the setting sun at my back
felt great.� It was a three‑hour
drive to Rockford.� With a full tank of
gas, I had absolutely no reason to stop.�
I
started to call home but my cell phone was buried in the jumble of my clothes
in the back.� No matter, I had talked
with Kristen the night before and I knew that she was planning to go with her
friend Angie and her Dad to their lake house.�
As for Todd and Henry, I knew it didn't make one wit to them whether I
was coming home or not, so I blew it off.
Pulling
into the drive around ten, I was unable to make it into my garage due to Todd
and Henry's cars.� There were two other
cars parked on the street so I knew they had company.� One car was a low‑slung purple Cadillac with gold trim, that
I knew to be Mungo's wheels.� As I
approached the front door, I cringed, hearing the obnoxious rumble of a
subwoofer and the unintelligible mumbo jumbo of black rap music.� The smell of pot nearly bowled me over as I
opened the door, and the horrid high decibel 'music' blasted my senses,
threatening to bring on an immediate headache.�
After
I walked through the foyer and into the den a lewd spectacle greeted me.� My oldest son, Todd, had some girl up on the
kitchen table, putting it to her, with one leg over his shoulder, her other leg
dangling off the edge. Even though his back was to me, I instantly knew was
Todd by the stupid tattoo he sported on his right shoulder blade.
Up
on the table fucking the slut's mouth was a big black guy with a shaved head
and mammoth build.�� I recognized the
black guy, Razor, who was a fullback on Henry's team last year.� Number two son, Henry, was also naked,
standing next to his brother Todd, prepping his cock for a go at the girl.� Another friend of Henry's stood next to the
table tugging on the girl's nipples.
Henry
was the first to see me.� His jaw
dropped and his eyes got wide at my unexpected appearance, his hand falling
away from his cock.� I broke out in a
wide grin and motioned to him to go on, that everything was fine. He was about
to say something to Todd, when Razor pulled his long donkey dick from the
girl's mouth, pushed Todd out the way, spun the slut around on the table top
crossways and savagely skewered her cunt.�
Todd
turned and saw me, turning a ghostly shade of white.� My grin faded as the black haired girl being fucked, sat up on
her elbows and looked directly at me, our eyes meeting with instant
recognition.
"Oh,
my god! Daddy!" Kristen cried out.
"Shuh
da fuh up, ho!" snarled Razor as he continued to roughly fuck my daughter
on my kitchen table.� She struggled
fruitlessly to get up, but soon gave it up and lay back onto the table to be
royally fucked.
I
should have been outraged, but God help me, I got hard as a rock.
I
was still stunned, watching Razor fucking Kristen when I was nearly run over by
Angie fleeing another big black jock from the patio.� Instinctively my arms went around her to catch her fall.� Her nude body, clad only in a belly chain
was dripping wet, fresh from the pool. � Playfully
she grabbed my prick and said, "Is all this for little ole me?" in an
imitation innocent voice.� She had a
lustful expression and batted her eyes at me before she realized who I was.
Hell,
what the fuck, she was eighteen and obviously willing.� I had been checking her out for years in her
bikini, her big hooters straining at her too small tops, always resisting the
urge to pull the string tie of her skimpy bottoms. By the pool, I had watched
her numerous times, pressing into some guy as he groped her, knowing full well
that when they disappeared, it wasn't to check on tomorrow's church
schedule.� On more than one occasion I
had imagined myself sliding into that one.�
Without
thinking I hissed, "That's right slut, this cock's for you!"�
Angie
squealed as I swooped her up in my arms and carried her to the table, lying her
down opposite to Kristen.� Yanking my
swim trunks off, I lustfully gazed at her young pussy spread open before me.� Her inner labia, swollen and raw looking,
distended from her dark outer lips that were puffy and swollen from hours of
fucking.� My eyes scanned up to her
neatly trimmed light brown curly bush, to her pierced navel and then to her
pierced tits.�
I
didn't look at her face; I'd seen her face hundreds of times.� I heard her say huskily, "It's about
time you fucked me, Mr. Bill.� So fuck
me!� Fuck me hard!"�
I
put my swollen cockhead to her well‑fucked cunt and joined the
party.� As I fucked Angie, Kristen
leaned her head back, her head near the edge of the table, her blue eyes
looking directly into mine as I wantonly fornicated with her best friend.
Kristen's
full tits were sloshing around in response to the hard fucking the black buck
was giving her.� I reached forward,
mauling her right tit with my left hand, allowing her left tit to continue it's
wild gyrations, while my right hand stroked Angie's huge breasts.� The nipple studs both girls wore fascinated
me, I had no idea until I saw them.�
Both girls were in the habit of wearing t‑shirts braless, and
often I could make out the outline of their nipples, but somehow I never knew
nor suspected that either had pierced her nips.
Kristen's
upper torso and breasts became flushed and mottled.� She closed her eyes tightly and I watched as my slut daughter
orgasmed, squirming on the table as Razor continued to fuck her pussy
hard.� The sight of her pleasure nearly
pushed me over the top.�
I
buried my dick deep into Angie's warm velvety snatch and stopped humping,
allowing the tingling in my cock to subside. While I momentarily rested, I
worked over her clit with my thumb, quickly bringing her to climax.� I felt Angie's cunt squeezing and
contracting around my stationary cock as she uncontrollably bucked her
hips.� She groaned gutturally,
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" like a mournful ghost.
Thrusting
hard, I began fucking Angie again.�
Razor withdrew from Kristen.� He
flipped her over and spread open her ass cheeks.� Razor looked at me and grinned broadly, his white teeth
contrasting sharply with the very dark skin of his face, his black hands
contrasting even more sharply with the whiter skin of her hips.� His entire body lunged forward, running his
cock all the way up her ass in one stroke.�
Kristen merely grunted, tightly gripping at the edge of the table as she
easily took him.� As he began to ass‑fuck
her, she began thrusting her hips to meet his sodomizing strokes, to get every
possible inch of his long cock deep into her rectum.
A
strong black hand gripped my right shoulder.�
I turned towards him.� It was the
black jock, Mungo, who had chased Angie into the house and into my arms.
"Hey,
Mista Bill!� Hows 'bout sharing this
ho?"�
I
yielded to Mungo and moved to my left.�
Face down, Kristen was still getting buggered by Razor.� She had slid forward a few inches and her
head was now at the edge of the table.�
I don't know why I did it, I guess it was such a perfect setup, but I
offered my wet dick to her face.� She
raised her head, my dick brushing across her lips.� Next thing I knew, my baby girl was sucking my penis and for the
first time I felt her talented, studded tongue sweep across the sensitive
underside of my aroused organ.
Goddamn
but could she suck a dick!� As good as
it felt, I immediately began feeling pangs of guilt.� Still, I let her suck my dick, retreating into the transparent
fiction invented by B.J. Clinton that oral sex wasn't really sex.�
Henry
brought in another girl, a redhead I recognized as Kelly, and laid her out on
the table next to Angie, facing Kelly in the same direction as Kristen.� He draped both legs over his shoulders and
began sawing in and out with the biggest smile on his face that I had ever
seen.�
Razor
hissed, "Iz cumming bitch!� Iz
cumming ho!� Iz gonna fill yo white ass
wid mah chocolate jizz!"� Grimacing
and then jerking, he came in Kristen's ass.�
I
was once again on the edge of cumming and I reluctantly pulled my throbbing rod
from my daughter's eager mouth.� Once
free of both cocks, she rolled back onto her back, hiking her knees in the air,
eagerly waiting for the next cock to fill her up.� She didn't have to wait long for a guy to step into the slot and
put it to her.
Taking
her next hard dick, Kristen looked up at me and smiled contentedly.� My eyes roved across her sumptuous body, glistening
with a sheen of sweat and cum.� As I
studied her (especially the nipple studs) I realized that even though she was
nicely tanned from a summer by the pool, there were no obvious tan lines.� I glanced over at Angie and came to the
conclusion that the girls had been sunbathing in the nude all summer while I
was at work.�
I
looked over at Henry still pumping away, and then found Todd waiting his turn
with the redhead.� They too were without
tan lines.� I muttered to myself,
"Damn!" Personally I hate swim trunks as they get clammy and cold
when you get out of the water, but with the kids at home, I had forsaken skinny‑dipping
for what I now knew to be a misplaced sense of propriety.
My
gaze returned to Kristen and to the thick white cock now fucking her.� The guy was hairy but then it struck me, he
had a lot of gray hair.� I looked up to
see a middle‑aged pouch and then his face.� Sweat was beading on his forehead as he labored away. This was no
jock!� He looked familiar, but my
befuddled mind couldn't quite place him.
"Nice
fuck, ain't she Bill," said Angie's dad grunting as he labored away
between my licentious daughter's legs.�
"Dan?"
I asked no one in particular as I made the connection
"I
was wondering when you were going to get some of this," he said as he
arduously fucked my daughter.�
"Pussy is pussy, but the pussy here tonight is the best
pussy!"�
I
stared in disbelief.� Kristen and Angie
had been best friends for how many years?�
Since forth grade and she'd been staying overnight at Angie's for years
and years.� He had had plenty of
opportunities and no doubt he'd been fucking Kristen for years too.�
My
cock was still rock hard in need of relief.�
Mungo stepped back from between Angie's legs and flipped her over.� He spread her ass cheeks wide, black thumbs
spreading her asshole open and said, "Yo!�
Mista Bill, yo wants some free ass?"
I
looked at Dan banging away at Kristen and said, "Damn right I'll fuck her
ass!"� I put my angry glans to her
anus and pushed in.� I was surprised at
how easily she took me.� It was obvious
that her butt was a well‑traveled cockway.
Dan
watched gleefully as I slid in and out of his daughter's ass.� Breathlessly he said, "She likes it in
the ass, don't you girl?� Yeah Bill, she
likes her butt reamed on a regular basis.�
Put it to her Bill.� Fuck her
hard.� You can't hurt her, so fuck
her!� Fuck her hard like she likes
it!"�
Urged
on by her own father, I fucked Angie's ass as hard as I have ever fucked butt.
I was pounding her furiously with no mercy.�
She loved it.
Dan
began to shout, "I'm a cumming girly! I cum'n you fuck'n slut
whore!"� He yanked his dick from my
daughter's snatch and shot a wad of masculine milk up to her tits, then slammed
it back in to fill her wanton twat with the remainder of his seed.
At
the sight of the rope of cum spewing across Kristen, I came and I came
hard.� Blinding bursts of tiny lights
exploded in my lust‑addled brain as the long suppressed orgasm over took
me.� With orgasmic delight, I felt my
pent up semen surging through my cock and spewing forth into Angie's rectum.
While my cock forcefully ejaculated I bellowed,� "Ahhhhhhhhh!�
Ahhhhhhhhh!��� Ahhhhhhhhh!� Ahhhhh!�
Ahhh!" until my balls drained to the point that I was merely oozing
sperm with my final contractions.�
"Oh fuck yeah!" I breathlessly whispered as the penultimate
sensations radiating from my genitals faded away.� I pumped her cum laden ass a few more minutes until my softening
dick gave it up, slipping spent from her pulsating rear portal.
I
staggered back, exhausted from my orgasm.�
Dan grasped me on the shoulder and offered, "Hey Dad, how about if
I buy you a beer?� You look like a man
with a thirst."� He guided me over
to the fridge and retrieved a Shiner's Bock for both of us.�
We
sipped our beer, watching in silence as the six boys, fucked and refucked the
three girls. I scanned the crowd, recognizing Rick, Todd's best buddy and
another white kid, Ray.� Todd was now
fucking Kelly, while Rick fucked Angie.�
Henry was practicing incest with his little sister, giving her another
deep pussy massage with his dick.
Dan
finished his beer off.� "I hate to
run and miss out on all the fun, but I better get home before my old lady
thinks I'm up to no good!"� He
laughed and added, "Be sure and fuck the redhead, she's a red hot
cunt!"� Then he wandered off to
find his clothes leaving me to ponder the situation alone.�
I
had just finished my beer when Dan returned from the patio, fully dressed in a
red team‑bowling shirt emblazoned with 'Knockers', carrying a red bowling
ball bag.� He came up to me, smiled and
counseled, "Now, no more ignoring your girl.� She loves cock more than any woman I know, including my own slut
daughter.� Go stick it in her. Fuck her
good and fuck her often.� Trust me,
she'll love it!"� With a wink he
added, "See you later, Dad!...�
Say, how about if I come over tomorrow?�
Bill, you and me have a lot in common.�
We can both bust a nut!"
I
tossed my empty bottle and went for a swim to clear my head.� After twenty laps of churning the water into
a foamy froth, I hung to the side catching my breath.� It seemed so very clear, such an easy decision.� No way would I ever fuck my own daughter.� It didn't matter that she was a promiscuous
cock‑hungry gangbanging slut.� It
wasn't right.� It just simply wasn't
right.� However, I decided there was no
harm in me watching her get fucked, so long as I kept my own dick out of her
puss.�
With
a clear head, limp dick, and full of resolve, I hauled my butt out of the
water. I looked around for a towel and finding none decided to drip‑dry
before going in. I stood on the patio, the warm dry summer air making quick
work of evaporation.� While I waited, I
watched through the sliding glass patio door at the orgy in progress where I
ate my breakfast.� As I watched, I
fondled myself to a reasonable state of rigidity before marching in to have a
go at the redheaded cunt, Kelly.
Razor
had just finished with her.� She was
soaked with sweat, her abused cunt and ass both oozing fuck juices, which were
now puddling on the floor.� She was
breathing hard, gasping for breath, and I surmised that she was just recovering
from her latest orgasm of the evening.��
I ran my hands across her firm B‑cup tits, her ringed pink nipples
standing proudly erect.� Her bright pink
pussy was so engorged that it seemed to be turned inside out.� She slowly opened her emerald eyes.� Seemingly not able to focus, she had a
glassy stare.� Her sultry lips curled
into contented smile as she gyrated her hips slightly.�
"Hmmmmm,"
she moaned.� "I need someone to
fuck me," she hissed.� I obliged
her.�
Her
cunt was red hot.� I could feel the heat
from her tumescent pudenda searing my bare prick as it slipped between her
heavenly folds. Inside, she was awash with moisture and heat.
She
moaned, "Oh yeah, I like it, I like it.�
I just love stiff cocks in my pussy, big cocks up my ass.� Yeah, baby, fuck me again and again."
The
girl was positively out of her mind and consumed by unbridled fuck lust. I
stroked her passion pit for a few minutes, taking it slowly, working my cock
head across her bulging G‑spot.�
The muscles of her stomach contracted and I could feel her powerful cunt
muscles clutching at my erection.�� She
arched her back and held her breath, her face a mask of passionate
torment.� Suddenly she exhaled and
exploded with a wail.�
Kelly's
young pussy constricted violently around my intruding meat, her rippling cunt
muscles sucking me in deeper.� Hot
liquid bathed my balls. The feeling was incredible.� I rode her through her orgasm, doing nothing more than grinding
my deeply buried hard shaft in her wildly gripping pussy.� She went limp as the final tremors of her
orgasm subsided, her body glistening with a fresh sheen of sweat.
Again
I began thrusting her slowly, paying special attention to the swollen bundle of
nerves on the front wall of her vagina.�
Her eyes flew open as I felt the undulations of her stomach muscles
begin again.� Her eyes got wider and she
panted for oxygen.� Tensing up again,
Kelly seemingly rose from the table as she arched her back.� The incredible spasms of her pussy began
anew as she cried out in total bliss.� I
was rewarded with another warm bath over my balls.
I
fucked her like that through a half dozen such orgasms, each coming quickly on
the heels of the last.� I couldn't stand
it any longer and added my spunk to the sperm cocktail flooding her puss.� It wasn't as intense as my first orgasm with
Angie, but it was immensely pleasurable.
After
I backed off and out of her, Kelly curled in a ball and shuddered with yet
another orgasm.� This babe was as hot as
they got, a full‑blown nymphomaniac if there ever was one.
I
looked around.� The guys had all taken a
break and were back out in the pool sucking on a beer.� The three girls were totally wasted, lying
lewdly sprawled out, pussies and assholes gaping open, pussy lips now grossly
distended and all dripping cum.� I
walked over to Kristen and stroked her long raven hair, copped a feel of her
tits and kissed her.� She dreamily
opened her eyes.� Softly I said, "I
love you baby.� I love you more than
life itself."� I kissed her again,
this time on the lips, driving my tongue into her mouth. I remembered my
resolve and broke off the unfatherly kiss.�
She
smiled sweetly with love in her eyes whispering, "I love you too
Daddy."
I
was sorely tempted to go around to the other side of the table and bury my face
in her sopping cunt.� I checked myself
again and headed to the fridge for a beer, leaving the three fucked out sluts
on the table.� I stood by the fridge,
sipping my dark brew, watching the three girls slowly recover.� Angie was the first to sit upright.� Her short blonde hair was a tangled mess,
wildly sticking up medusa‑like.�
She idly patted her hair down and smiled at me.
"Mr.
Bill.� I'm so thirsty.� Could I please have a beer?� There should be some Coors Light in
there."
The
three girls were all old enough to screw but none were old enough to
drink.� I decided 'fuck it' and pulled
out three Coors Lights. I popped the tab and handed Angie a beer.� Kristen sat up and took the offered
brew.� Kelly needed a little coaxing to
get upright, but she smiled sweetly as she gratefully took a sip of cold
beer.�
Visually
I feasted on the sumptuous bodies of the three naked teenagers sitting casually
on my kitchen table, openly leering at their nakedness.� The nipple rings and studs fascinated me.
Without thinking, I casually flicked one of Kristen's studs.� "When did you get these?" I
nonchalantly asked.
"Oh,
Daddy," she said as she actually blushed, "I got them pierced a few
months after I had my tongue pierced.�
Do you like them?"
"Hell
yes, I like them.� You know, they mark
you as a slut."
"Are
you mad at me Daddy?" she asked concerned that I disapproved of her.
"No
darling, I'm not mad.� I think you're
beautiful Kristen, and I am pleased to look at you the way you really
are."
"You
think I'm terrible."
"No,"
I said choosing my words carefully, "You're a woman, a real woman.� I think... I think that you're one sexy babe
that needs and enjoys sex as much as I do."� What I was tempted to say was, 'I think you're a sleazy slut
whore,' but of course I didn't.
"Thank
you Daddy.� I've been so worried what
you'd think of me when you found out."
"Kristen,
I know you've be having sex ever since your pregnancy in eighth grade, and the
tongue stud, that's pretty brazen."�
I paused a moment to watch Angie and Kelly whisper and then giggle. I
turned my attention back to my daughter.�
"I love you no matter what. In my eyes you'll always be my precious
girl."� I tried to keep looking
into her eyes, but my eyes kept dipping and zeroing in on her pierced dark
nipples.
"You
like my nipples?" she cheerily asked cupping her tits.
"Uh,
uh, yeah.� You're beautiful
baby."� Without thinking I
repeated, "Uh, when did you say you get your nipples pierced?"
"Oh,
about six months ago.� Before I moved
from Mother's."
In
our state, a minor had to have parental consent before any sort of
piercing.� I thought, 'What kind of
mother allows a tongue stud, much less nipple studs?'� "I never noticed them before." Actually I had noticed
that when she was braless and wearing a t‑shirt that her nipples always
seemed prominent, but somehow I never made the connection.
"You
haven't seen me nude before either, at least not since I was little.� But I don't wear them all the time."
"When
do you wear them?"
"When
I'm feeling particularly slutty," she said without a hint of contrition.
"Yeah,"
interjected Angie, "but she's always a slut!� Huh, Kris?"� She
reached over and playfully squeezed my daughter's tit.� I could tell from Kristen's lack of
indignation, real or feigned, that Angie's hand had touched that tit before and
apparently had touched it often.
Angie
slithered off the table followed by the redheaded Kelly.� I lost interest in my conversation for the
moment as the two young sluts knelt before me and began licking my semi‑flaccid
dick, one on each side of my growing stalk.�
I'd never had two girls lick my dick at the same time before, but I
certainly liked it.� Soon Angie was
mouthing my cock crown, teasing it with her studded tongue while Kelly licked
and sucked in my balls one at a time.� I
closed my eyes to concentrate on the sensations emanating from my groin.�
Angie
inhaled my entire cock, wrapping her lips around the stalk and slowly pulling
back to the tip, all the while rubbing my bulging cock tube with her ball
stud.� I felt my ass cheeks being pried
open and then hot breath just before a wet tongue flicked across my anus. The
tongue slathered and stabbed at my puckered hole.� I relaxed and allowed the tongue to enter my butt.� Instinctively, without conscious thought, I
reached back and spread my cheeks allowing her to penetrate deeper.�
Opening
my eyes, I watched as Angie and Kelly switched.� I suddenly realized that it was Kristen rimming my butt! I should
have pulled away, but I didn't.� Kristen
pulled my hips downward until I was squatting on her face.� Both Kelly and Angie followed my genitalia
downwards and maintained their double sucking.
My
pleasure was intruded upon at the sound of Razor exclaiming, "Yo!� Look at ch'ur ole man Todd!� He needs one mo' pussy to suck
on!"�
I
opened my eyes slightly to see Razor gripping Angie's hips and pulling her up
to his long iridescent cock. "C'mon Mungo, lets get a little mo' white
pussy 'fo we's has'ta go!"�
Rick
slammed his cock into Kelly from the rear as she sucked me off, so Mungo went
around behind me.� The music stopped and
momentarily there was a relative silence as Mungo's large black hands gripped
my biceps for balance. Soon I felt Kristen's face pushing between my ass cheeks
to the rhythm of a stentorian slap, slap, slap as Mungo repeatedly drove his
groin into her buttocks. The air filled with the sounds of skin on skin impact
and the lurid wet smacking sounds of a juicy pussies mating with a rampant
dicks.� The girls were mewling and the
guys were all softly cursing.
All
three girls were soon humming with pleasure, their vibrating oral ministrations
bringing on my third climax of the evening.�
This climax was much less intense as the first two, as I hardly had any
semen available to ejaculate.� Still I
suppose Kelly at least got a taste of my spunk.
Rick
exclaimed, "Fuck!� Her pussy's
eating my dick!� Oh shit!� Oh fuck, yeah, that feels good baby!� Ah!�
Ah, fuck, I'm cumming you whore!"�
With a pained expression he tossed his head back as his body
jerked.� Once his jerking motions ended,
Rick staggered back from the redhead to be replaced by Ray, the other white
kid.�
Kelly
kept sucking on my soft dick, Angie kept sucking on my nuts, and Kristen kept
tongue fucking my ass, while the three girls got fucked a final time.� Mungo grunted a few times before Kristen's
face stopped pushing into my ass.� Razor's
expression was labored as he hammered away at Angie's cunt.� He grimaced and his taut stomach muscles
rippled as he shot off one final time.�
Angie
released my testicles and sank to the floor.�
I felt my ass resume its normally unmolested state.� Kelly hung on, groaning and sucking like a
vacuum on my poor withered peter as Ray energetically pumped her.� Finally she released my cock to cry out as
she came, pushing Ray to his final climax.�
The
three girls lay groveling on the kitchen floor, laid out like a three‑pointed
star with me standing in the middle.�
The four guys, Razor, Ray, Rick and Mungo quickly dressed, high‑fived
Todd and Henry and said their goodnights, Mungo explaining that they all had to
work in the morning.� Razor complained
that he wanted to stay and "fu ho's" until dawn.�
After
the four fuckers were gone, Todd and Henry stood about sheepishly.� I knew I needed to say something to them
like, "What the fuck have you two been doing?" but nothing seemed
germane or appropriate.� We were all at
a loss for words.�
Todd
finally broke the silence.� "I've
got to get up and get to work too in the morning.� C'mon Kelly, ya wanna sleep with me?"
Henry
mimicked his older brother and pulled Angie from the floor and led her off to
his bedroom. I was left to deal with my daughter as best I could.� I helped her up and led her to my bedroom
and into the shower where I washed the sweat and sexual secretions from her
nubile body.� It was all I could do to
restrain myself from pinning her against the wall and doing her, but then
again, I was in no condition to get it up.�
I dried her and then led her to her bedroom.�
Kristen
said meekly, "Daddy?"�
I
stopped.�
"Daddy,
I love you."
"I
love you too sweetheart.� Now go to
bed."
I
crawled into my bed alone and turned off the lamp on the nightstand.� I lay there for several minutes, trying to
make some sense of what had happened earlier that evening.� My mind seemed to be on overdrive. 'How long
has this been going on?� How long has
she been screwing her brothers?� How
long has she been screwing Angie's dad?�
How long has Angie's dad been screwing Angie?� Besides screwing me, what has Kristen not done?� I thought of Kristen sucking my dick and
tongue fucking my asshole.� Shit!� What kind of father are you?'� The covers rustled and I felt the mattress
sink.
"Daddy?� Can I sleep with you tonight?"
What
the hell...� "Sure baby."� She nuzzled up to me, with her head resting
in the crook of my right arm and shoulder.�
My right hand idly glided over her smooth back and brushed her bare
buttocks.
"We
shouldn't be doing this Kristen," I said coming to my senses, but she
didn't reply.� "Kristen?"� To my astonishment she appeared to have
already fallen into a deep slumber.� I
decided to deal with it in the morning when maybe my brain would be functioning
properly again.��
I
slept soundly, like I always do after my nuts are drained and a naked woman is
with me.� I woke with the first dim
light of the morning, my morning erection pressing into the valley of her
buttocks.�
It
was so tempting to just wiggle around a little and 'accidentally' find a warm,
moist hole, but with Herculean effort, I resisted the urge.� I chose to lie still and enjoy what I had.� I must have dozed off because next thing I
knew, Kristen had crawled on top of me.�
I groggily looked at her sitting up, stroking my cock; her magnificent
tits a thing to behold.� She smiled at
me, lifted herself and then sat on my hard cock, driving it deep into her
pussy.
"Oh
shit, Kristen!" I cried, mortified that my cock was in my daughter.� "We shouldn't do this!"
"Why
not?� I like it, don't you?"
"Yes,
but..."� It was too late to fight
it.� I surrendered mumbling, "Oh,
fuck Baby, I... ohhhh yeah."�
Firmly
impaled on my cock, Kristen ground her aroused clit into my pubic bone.� Her cunt muscles clutched my cock, milking
me while she gyrated on top of me.� It
was an incredible feeling and I gasped nearly silently. My hands ascended her
torso to gently caress her tits. Her face became a mask of wanton lust as she
labored to bring herself to orgasm.� I
watched with awe as her breasts flushed and her tight stomach muscles
undulated.�� Her pussy began wildly
squeezing my cock and she softly moaned in pleasure.�
The
contractions stopped and after a few minutes she opened her eyes, smiled and
leaned forward to kiss me.� "Fuck
me Daddy," she whispered between kisses.�
"Fuck me hard."
At
that point, who was I to argue about propriety?� I began thrusting into her, fucking her in earnest, fucking her
like she was my lover, no, fucking her like I was an animal.� I rolled her over into a missionary position
and fucked her hard, her legs flailing around in the air.� Pausing for a moment, I grasped her legs and
pushed her knees to her chest so that I could fuck her as deep as
possible.�
We
were both grunting like pigs while we fucked, my cock head deforming each time
it smashed into her cervix.� I felt a
spasmodic reflex in her hot, wet vagina and knew I was fucking her to another
orgasm.� My own passionate excitement
built uncontrollably.� Her body went
rigid as the intensely pleasurable wave spread swiftly from the epicenter of
her loins, her pussy violently constricting again and again on my pistioning
penis. A sudden exhilarating shockwave of pure pleasure flowed through my own
groin.� My field of vision became
grayish as I joyfully pumped my seed into my little girl's cock‑hungry
cunt, my voice rising in an uninhibited exaltation of forbidden sexual bliss.
Totally
spent, I collapsed on top of her, pinning her in the jack knife position.� I barely had presence of mind to roll to one
side so that she wouldn't be crushed.�
"Hey
Dad!" called my youngest son from the doorway, "You don't have to
kill her!"
"Hell,
I ought to kill all three of you," I muttered.� I decided I needed some answers, not that I didn't already know
what they'd been up to.� I called out,
"Hey, Henry!� Come in here a
minute."
Henry
stepped in my bedroom, a bit unsure of what I might do.� I was blunt.� "How long have you been screwing your sister?"
"Daddy!"
protest Kristen.� "That's
private."
"Don't
give me that bullshit!� How long?"
"If
you must know," she said, "since just before I got pregnant."
"You
mean, Henry..."
"I
don't know," she said pouting, "Henry or Todd.� We were doing it nearly every afternoon
after school before Mom got home."
"We,
as in me with Henry or Todd, or me with Henry and Todd."
"Henry
and Todd, sometimes just Todd, sometimes just Henry."
"Christ!� Didn't you boys think to take some
rudimentary precaution, like using a rubber?"
Henry
looked at the floor, shuffling his feet.�
"Uh, well, we thought she was on the pill...� Honest we did!� When she told us she wasn't... well, we stopped shooting off
inside her."
I
saw Todd pass my door.� "Todd!� I need to talk to you!"� Todd paused and eased himself into the room.�
"Yes
sir?"
"Todd,
Kristen and Henry say you started having sex with her, and you may have been
the one who impregnated her.� You were a
senior in high school.� She was only in
junior high.� She's your sister! What
ever possessed you to have sex with her."
"She
wanted me too!"
I
looked at Kristen.�
"Well,
it was... it was, well, um, it was like this Dad," she stammered,
searching for words.� "Angie was
always telling me how good it felt, sex and all.� I just said that I wanted to have sex with a guy, to see what it
was like.� Todd said he'd be honored if
I let him take my virginity.� I figured,
what could be better?� I mean, all the
guys my age in school were a bunch of geeks, none of them even shaved yet.� Todd, he was and is handsome and
strong.� Also I trusted him
completely.� I said, okay and we did it,
but Henry walked in on us and so he did it to me too."
"You
weren't forced or tricked in any way?"
"Oh,
no!� If I'd changed my mind, I know Todd
would have respected that."�
For
some reason I doubted that, but kept that opinion to myself.� "And Henry?"
"Well,
he kind of insisted.� He said he'd tell
Mom if I didn't let him fuck me too.� I
enjoyed Todd making love to me, so I figured, why not?� I love Henry as much as I love Todd, even if
he was a bit of a twit at times.� After
that first time, I wanted to do it again."
I
shook my head in disbelief.� "Todd,
I know I talked with you about protecting the girl.� How could you allow her to get pregnant?"
"You
said, 'Never turn away a willing piece of pussy.'"
"Yes,
I know, but I also told you, to make sure that she doesn't get pregnant... and
I never included your sister's pussy."
"You
never said anything about not screwing Kristen.� But as for protection, I thought she was on the pill.� She said she wouldn't get pregnant.� I took that to meant there wasn't a
problem.� That she was on the pill.� That she was protected.� How was I to know she didn't know
anything?"
"What
do mean she said she wouldn't get pregnant?"
"Daddy,"
answered Kristen, "It wasn't Todd's fault.� I got everything all mixed up.�
I thought you got pregnant during your period."
"Who
told you that?" I asked.
"Some
girls at school.� Any way, I was about
two weeks into my cycle and I was prime.�
After doing it for a few days, I found out I had it all wrong, but it
was a little too late.� I told the boys
that we would have to stop or they had to use a rubber.�
"Todd
suggested anal sex.� Henry thought that
was good idea too.� I wasn't so sure,
but they insisted.� We started butt
fucking so the boys wouldn't have to use a rubber all the time.� I missed my next period and the one after
that.� I was getting sick to my
stomach.� I bought a home kit and it
tested positive.� I repeated the test
and it was the same.� A few weeks later
I finally found the courage to tell Mom.�
"Then
there was the wreck, and suddenly I wasn't pregnant anymore.� Mom was really adamant about me telling her
who I was active with, but I didn't tell her about Todd and Henry.� I was so glad when you insisted that she
drop it and just get me on the pill.�
After that, I was free."
"Free,
as in you didn't charge for it?"
"No,
I didn't charge for it!" she replied with feigned indignation.� "But I was free to have as much sex and
with whomever I wanted."
"Like
who?"
"Besides
Todd and Henry?� Oh, Angie's dad."
"I
see."� I wasn't really sure how
much I wanted to know, so I decided to drop the entire line of questioning and
just accept things for how they were.
"You
see," she continued, "Angie told her dad that my brothers had knocked
me up, but that I had a miscarriage and was now on the pill.� After I got to feeling better, I went to
their lake house for the weekend.� Dan
didn't catch many fish, but he sure got me."
"Where
was Angie's mom?"
"She
went to visit her mother.� She does that
every month, spends the entire weekend with her.� Dan and Angie can't stand the old lady, they say that she's a
mean old bitch."
"Every
month for a weekend?"
"Yeah,
it was really the only safe time for Angie and her dad to fool around."
"He's
been fooling around with Angie for how long?"
"Oh,
forever!� There was something about
playing naughty games when she was little, naughty games that had to be kept
secret.� Angie kept the secret and Dan
screwed the hell out her on a regular basis ever since she was ten."
"Jesus!"
I muttered.�
"Oh
Dan's great Dad.� He's a lot of
fun!� He knows how to make a girl feel
really, really good. The guys are great fun, but you older guys, you old dudes
sure know which buttons to push.� Until
this morning, Dan was my favorite lover, but now I have someone even
better."
"Oh,
and who might that be?"
"Why
you, Daddy."
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