Chapter 1

Hi, my name is Shiela. I'm a fun loving five foot seven, red haired, green eyed, eighteen year old.

Despite my slim build, they tell me I'm rounded in all of the right places, and I'm good enough looking to have a steady stream of would be lovers trying to woo me.

I have no intention of settling down any time soon, and at the same time, see no reason why I shouldn't avail myself of everything the opposite sex has to offer.

But this story is not about me, it's about my Dad. I've lived with him ever since my Mother died when I was nine. He has been everything to me, and I'm sure that he has given up opportunities, just so he could be with me, to be able to take care of me.

No matter what needs doing, Daddy does it. Many might think it is hilarious some times. After all, who would think of your father buying your first bra, mine did. He did the laundry too as well as cooking the meals and keeping the house clean.

I'm sure that Dad loved my Mother, but if he mourned her passing, he kept it to himself. Of course, there were things we did together in her memory, like put flowers on her grave for her birthday and things like that.

Dad never messed around with women either, despite a parade of women who made no secret that they would like to get him in their pants. Mom had told me that Dad had been quite the ladies' man when he was young, whatever she meant by that.

Of course, all of this was something that didn't mean anything to me as I was growing up. Oh sure, there were the boys that wanted to show me theirs, if I would show them mine, and that could be fun. But that all changed when I started to become sexually active, I started to look at my Father as a sexual object. It became fun for me to watch him when he was around sexy women, especially when he would get a hard on.

As well, I started to appreciate that my Father was a handsome man. He looked distinguished not like the casual good looks of the boys that I dated, but handsome nonetheless. I started to compare him with the young men that I knew, and while he was no athlete, he was well put together.

When I was sixteen, we went to an afternoon garden party. There was a married woman there who was sexily dressed and was coming on to my Dad. She was really laying it on, and there was no doubt that she was trying to seduce him. Watching what was going on was turning me on, and when she reached down to feel his hard cock, I went off in my pants.

That night when I was out with my current boyfriend, I damn near raped the poor guy. I'm afraid he didn't even know what hit him. I couldn't wait for him to fuck me, I wanted his cock in me now. That was accomplished by simply pulling his pants down without any ceremony, getting his cock deep in me as I straddled him, to fuck him silly. Did wonders for my reputation too, you know how boys will talk!

It was more than a year later that I felt Dad's cock for myself, and that was an accident. But accident or no, I had felt it and it was big. That turned me on, but what really turned me on was the realization that this time, my Dad's erection was for me. That came as a shock!

Despite the fact that my Father's hard on had been caused by my body, there was no question of that, or that the experience had turned me on my Dad never gave any sign that he was even aware of what had happened.

It was a different boyfriend this time, but the result was the same, and he was the one who benefited. I was so horny, he simply couldn't satisfy me no matter how much he fucked me, and he did try, believe me.

Dad had never done anything to me anyone would ever consider improper. He had never felt of me, or tried to get a peek at me as I was growing up and maturing. He must have worked at it, because I was an exhibitionist and I never caught him peeking.

Modelling a skimpy play suit for Dad, I had whirled around, caught my heel in a rug and landed in his lap. That was when I felt his hard cock pressed against my ass. I was surprised at the revelation and mortified that I had fallen in my Father's lap, no doubt hurting him.

Up until that time, I had no idea that my Father ever noticed my development as a woman. Of course, I wanted to be noticed by the man that I loved all of my life more than anyone else. But I had never had any idea that he might be looking at me and lusting for my body. At the time it surprised me, but I was so busy scrambling out of his lap that I didn't have time to sort out the implications.

Nothing changed in the way that Dad related to me, but my relationship with him was changed forever. There was proof positive that he wanted me, not to pat me on the head like a good little girl, but to fuck me like a real woman. And if he wanted me, that is what I wanted too. I wanted to please my Daddy in every way that I could.

At the same time, I became something of a bitch, doing whatever I could to turn him on, and watching his crotch to see if it was working. That was when I gave him little peeks at my treasures, or little demonstrations of the horny little slut I was becoming.

There was ample evidence that he was getting turned on by my little revelations, but he never made a move to do anything about it, or even speak of it.

On the other hand, I wanted to fuck him. I wanted his hands all over my body. I wanted him doing all kinds of erotic things to me. I had never been with a mature man, but had this fantasy that a grown man would know what to do to drive me crazy, not experiment with me for their own pleasure like the guys I knew had been doing.

Of course, I knew that our fucking would be incest and I knew that was immoral if not actually illegal. I knew too that tampering with the gene pool was not a good idea at the best of times. Maybe I was overconfident, but I had confidence in my birth control method, and it had never let me down so far, even though it had been tested often since I started fucking. I had no intention of getting pregnant, and the stricture of incest didn't bother me either.

I wasn't about to rape my Father. That might have been OK with some boyfriends, but would never do for him. I started a undercover program to seduce my Dad. I went out of my way to make myself agreeable to him, hugging him, 'accidentally' rubbing against him, and becoming a little 'careless' with my clothing.

I started to check on the TV programs my Father was watching, and when I found he was watching a program I liked, I sat with him on the sofa. Gradually I started sitting closer to him until he had to feel the heat of my body beside his own. Sometimes, I would give Dad a kiss on the cheek as I got up from the sofa at the end of the program.

Once, when the program was pretty scary, I asked Dad to put his arm around me and I cuddled up to him, pretending to be afraid. Before long, I always cuddled up to him when watching TV. It was kind of fun to see Dad's reaction to what I was doing. He never objected to anything I did, but he never started anything on his own either.

One time when I noticed that he was really turned on, I reached down and put my hand on his hard cock. He didn't do or say anything, nor did I. From that time on, my hand was on his cock just about every time we watched TV, and nothing was ever said about it.

Gradually, our sessions started getting more and more intimate until one evening, I simply reached down, undid his pants and released his cock, then held it until the end of the program. Nothing was said, and after the program was over, I started to stroke his cock until he climaxed. It was hard to fathom what he was thinking, but it was obvious from his moans that he really enjoyed what I was doing, even though he didn't say anything.

That made me thing that Dad was never going to do any thing to me, the way things were now anyway. I had just about done everything I could to him, and I certainly wasn't satisfied with what I had accomplished. I mused about what I could do for some time.

A couple of nights later, I slipped into Dad's bed naked, in the middle of the night while he was sound asleep. I had gone to bed early, and got some sleep before crawling into bed with Dad. I was too excited to sleep, but pretended to be fast asleep.

I thought he would never wake up but he did eventually to find me "sleeping" beside him, one arm lightly on top of his shoulders, my bare tits against his back. He laid there, still for the longest time. I would have given a lot to know if he had a hard on, but I couldn't find that out without giving my game away.

Eventually, Dad's free hand started softly exploring my body. Starting on my arm, his hand slid up until he came to my shoulder, then he started down my back until he came to my ass. His hand lingered there a while cupping the cheeks and lightly sliding a finger up the crack of my ass. He rubbed the back of his hand on my pubic hair, and then started back up the front of me until he encountered my tit. That held his attention for quite a while, exploring it ever so tenderly with his finger tips including gently teasing the nipple.

I was really getting turned on, but still determined to follow this charade wherever it might take me, I made every effort to remain "asleep."

Dad made a move to reposition himself on the bed, and in my "sleep" I too repositioned myself with him. He ended up on his left side with his arm under me, while I ended up on my back, with my legs spread slightly.

One thing that happened as we were rolling around was that his erection came in contact with my hip, and I could tell that he was really hard with some pre-cum on the head of it. That made me even hornier, and while I moaned slightly, still had the presence of mind to stay "asleep".

Dad froze when I moaned, but after a minute or two, he began to move his hand again, thoroughly examining both of my tits. Then his hand slid down my belly, stopped a moment at my belly button and then went on to my pubic area. I'm not one of the women who shave all of their cunt, but I had shaved my labia and trimmed the pubic area to a neat little patch. My pubic hair didn't interest him for long, and he began sliding one of his long fingers down the crack of my cunt. It took all of my will power to remain still while he did that.

When Dad very gently slid one finger into my cunt, I was so wet that I thought the game was up. I was sopping wet, and the cunt juice was running down past my asshole. I though for sure that he would know that I was too wet to be asleep, but if he did know, he didn't let on.

Taking his finger out of me, he began feeling my cunt with his fingers. His cock was now laying on my hip and the pre-cum was definitely pooling on my belly. I could take that, but when he started rubbing my clit, that was too much, and I could feel the tell tale beginnings of an orgasm building up somewhere deep inside of me. There was no way that I could sleep through an orgasm so began "waking up"! The moment I started moving Dad froze, stopped moving completely, but I was too far gone by this time to let that bother me. I rolled him on his back, got on top of him, and reaching through my legs grabbed his cock. Easing down on his cock, I drove it to the hilt in my pussy and began stroking with it. He didn't move a muscle, but that didn't matter, I orgasmed on the second or third stroke. It didn't take him much longer to cum.

We laid there for a few moments after we had both cum until I reached up and firmly kissed him on the lips, forcing my tongue into his mouth. Looking into his eyes I couldn't tell what he was thinking, but when I offered one of my tits to him to suck, he took it gently in his hand and began sucking on the hardened nipple. It felt wonderful.

When I could feel his cock softening, I grabbed him hard and rolled over with him still in me. He stayed motionless for a few moments until I made a little thrust with my ass, and he started to pick up a rhythm. Soon he was holding me by the shoulders, my legs were wrapped around him and he was pounding into my cunt like you wouldn't believe. At the same time, he was telling me how beautiful I was and how much he loved me. I loved it, and met his every thrust to the hilt, my little pubic patch slapping against his matted tangle of pubic hair. My cunt was filled with his slippery cum, and that made it feel different somehow.

I had a fabulous orgasm, and that reaction pushed my Father over the edge, his cum spurting into me for a second time. I milked every drop of his semen from him with my cunt muscles as he was coming down, resting exhausted on top of me.

When he had rested a couple of minutes, he pulled his cock out of me and rolled over on his side, I spooned my ass up to him, my head on his arm and my eyes closed. If I wasn't in heaven, it was the closest thing to it that I had ever experienced.

There was nothing said, there was no need to say any thing, and what could you say anyway? We just laid there filled with the satisfaction of our mutually spent passion. Eventually, Dad kissed me softly on my shoulder at the base of my neck, and his hand began wandering over my tits and my belly until it ended up on my little pubic patch. It lay still there for a while until another kiss intruded, and a finger was extended down the slit of my cunt. Everything was sopping wet and slippery with cum. Dad was hard again by this time.

I could feel Dad thrusting his hard cock at my soaked pussy as he was holding me tight. I was surprised when his cock found the mark and slid into my tunnel of love, all the way. It was as if he was surprised too because he stopped and remained motionless for the longest time before starting to thrust his cock into me. It really felt wonderful! Sure, there was something to be said for the wild and wanton sex of our previous encounters, but this was on a different level. I was comfortable, lying on my left side, and this wonderful cock was shoving into me, reaching into my vitals, while I was held protectively in strong arms. I felt really secure and didn't have to do anything except to feel good about the things that were happening to me.

Dad fucked me for the longest time, steadily at the same rhythm while holding me tight and showering my neck and shoulders with a lot of light, feel good kisses. Three or four strokes before he reached his orgasm, he started speeding up, and reaching deeper, trying to get further into me. I reached an OK orgasm when he did that but nothing like the earth shaking orgasms we had shared earlier.

That was it, he was thoroughly fucked for the first time in what was probably ten years. I wiggled my ass back to try and get even closer to him and the ocean of cum we had made was all over the both of us. Grabbing the arm that was draped over me, I tried to pull him even closer to me and snuggle into his warmth.

Shockingly to me, even though I had only wanted to show my love for my Father and gratitude for all that he had done for me over the years, it turned out that he was by far the best sexual partner I had ever had. As we were lying there, my eyes were closed, and all I wanted to do was sleep. As if reading my mind, Dad pulled a comforter over us, and we drifted off.

Chapter 2

It was mid morning when I was awakened by my Father gently fingering my cunt, and when he saw that I was awake, he became much more aggressive taking charge of what was going on. He shoved one of his long fingers into my cunt and began working the second one into me. I was in heaven, the man I loved, I adored, was making use of me for his pleasure, what more could I ask? By this time he had managed to get a third finger into me, and with those three big fingers in my cunt, it really filled me up.

I reached down and took his hard cock in my hand. You could see a little drop of pre-cum forming around the pee hole, and I gently rolled the foreskin back. This was a novelty for me because all of the guys I knew had been circumcised and I wanted to get a better look at it

About this time Dad pulled his fingers out of my cunt, and rolled on top of me. I hung on to his cock, and when he was in position, rubbed the head of it vigorously up and down my pussy crack three or four times before positioning it at the entrance to my vagina. He gave a big heave, impaling me on his cock.

What our technique lacked in finesse, it certainly was effective and served its purpose. We both wanted to fuck, there was no question of that, now that my Dad was taking an active part in my little scheme, we only had to sort out how he felt about all of this.

At this moment, all of these questions were academic. My Dad had wakened me, he had instigated this sexual activity and at this very moment, every inch of his cock was buried deep in my cunt, ready to fuck my tonsils loose! Being what I am, I stopped everything cold as I grabbed my Father, kissed him hard, told him that I loved him, and asked him to fuck me, just as hard.

He replied that he loved me too, more than anything in the world, and then went about fulfilling my request doing a wonderful job of it. I'm not sure, but it seems to me that his orgasm took place after my fourth.

Our dilemma was that we had just fucked, actually a mind altering coming together of two bodies, and we had no basis to talk about it. I knew that this wasn't going to be a tearful berating of a parent for betraying all that was holy with his abused offspring. But just how would it play out? I didn't know.

When he came, Dad lowered his body on to mine, and I went to work milking the cum out of him with my cunt muscles. His cock eventually shrivelled up and slipped out of me. We rolled together on to our sides, and laid there looking at each other in their eyes. 'I love you Daddy!' I told him and kissed him tenderly on the lips. He told me that he loved me, and kissed me too. After that, he took me by the hand and led me to the shower, and washed every part of me very carefully, something that he has been doing a good part of my life. When he finished bathing me and drying me with a big towel, I threw a bathrobe on and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, something Dad had always done before but I felt I owed him.

Dad showed up a few minutes later when I was about ready to serve the bacon and eggs. Nothing was said about our sexual encounters while we were eating, and later as I was cleaning off the table. 'Thank you for the nice breakfast,' he said giving me a knowing little feel of my ass.

Damned if I was going to talk about it if he wasn't going to, but our life went on that day just like it had before. There was no question but what I had seduced my Father successfully, he just didn't talk about it, or even acknowledge it.

When I cuddled with him on the couch watching TV, he put his hand on my belly, but made no effort to do anything more than that, except he kissed me a little more often than usual during the evening. When it came time to go to bed I didn't know what to do, there was no way I was going to back down after going this far, but I needn't have worried. When the TV show was over, he simply took me in his arms and felt my cunt, slowly drawing one of those fingers of his through the slit. One touch from him and I knew where I was going, no need to ask questions. He fucked me three times that night and I had another visit to paradise.

The guy was amazing. He seemed to always have some erotic trick up his sleeve, and every one was wonderful. He never started two sessions alike, and no matter how it started, there was no telling how it would end except that it was usually spectacular for me. More than that, he seemed to be able to judge my moods, and how to proceed to please me totally. As time went on, I never found him to be at a loss for ideas about what to do, and he never lost his firm but gentle touch. I learned that his bedroom was our playground and our play stayed there for the most part. Around others, there was no hint that anything had changed between us.
It was pretty much up to me to open up new ground between us, and gradually we began to talk about sexual things. I found that he had little if any idea about oral sex, but little by little, I was able to overcome that. The first time I went down on him, professing to take a close look at the way his foreskin covered the glans, I slid it back and quickly popped the head of it in my mouth. He was surprised to say the least, but before he could tell me to take it out of my mouth, I started to swirl my tongue around it. That changed things, and before he came in my mouth, you couldn't get it out of there if you tried. He seemed to be amazed that I could take so much of his cock in my mouth, and was totally blown away when I swallowed his come. Of course I learned these things from girl talk in my circle of friends, and the ready supply of guys who were always more than willing to let us practice on them.

After my Father's introduction to the joys of oral sex, it was not hard to convince him that a girl's cunt enjoyed the texture of a tongue too. I must admit that Dad had some really skilled fingers when it came to the titillation of female genitalia, but I still preferred a tongue. That skill took him a bit longer, but in time he became pretty good at it. He was surprised that licking my cunt turned him on as much as it did. He could never get enough of the smell of my cunt whether it was from his head buried in it, or the smell of it on his hands.

One other thing, when I brought up the subject of fucking me up the dirt chute he thought that I was a pervert. I dismissed it as nothing much, while he thought that it was unnatural, and, well, dirty. I have to say that my Dad is a good sport, and he agreed to try it. I told him that most men liked ass fucking and some women did too. I explained that men found it much tighter to fuck a woman in her ass than in her cunt, and many liked it for that reason.

One night when Dad seemed a little bit friskier than usual, I knelt on the edge of the bed and had him fuck me. When the cum started seeping out of my cunt, I wet my fingers in it, and started to lubricate my asshole with cum. Watching me doing this kept Dad as stiff as an iron rod, and when I had finished, I had him shove his cock back in my cunt to get it slick with his cum. Then I had him shift his attention to my asshole, gently pressing his cock up against my little rosebud. With a little pressure the head popped in, and having warned Dad to take it easy, he gradually worked his shaft into me. He liked the feel of it, and when I started working with him, he started to really fuck me, exploding his cum deep in my bowels. While he liked it, he couldn't get over the idea that it was somehow dirty, and besides, he said that there was nothing wrong with ordinary fucking.

I had no problem with that, one way or the other, and if it was fucking he wanted, it was fucking he would get, probably more than he really ever wanted. I was getting more fucking than ever before, and good fucking too, not like the boys I had always dated. Dad instinctively knew what he was doing, and he knew how to please me in the process, taking the time to make sure that my needs were taken care of.

As life went on, we became more comfortable with each other, and able to talk about any subject, no matter how intimate. We had many deep conversations about all manner of things from anatomy to politics to sex to anything that might come up, even religion.

I graduated from high school that summer but rather than go to college, I decided to stay home. Dad was not the world's best housekeeper even though he really tried. We talked about it, and decided the place needed some renovations as well as a thorough house cleaning. So I took over that summer and coordinated the comings and goings of contractors who tore the place apart while I was cleaning it from top to bottom. Eventually we had h a modernized home, with lots of new things, where everything worked as it should for a change and it was sparkling clean, if I do say so myself.

It was quite a change for me, from schoolgirl to house wife overnight, but I relished the change. I pretty well knew how to do everything that I had to do around the house already, although it was something else to have to contend with the contractors. Dad helped me with that, but warned me not to get involved with any of them. If one takes your fancy, wait until the job is finished before you get involved, he told me, and I followed his advice, except once when I was really horny. He was only a helper in his mid thirties and really well built. It was hot, and if anything it seemed that made me hornier. He sensed that I was horny and he took me bent over a table, brutally, but that is what we both wanted at the time. I never saw him again and never asked his boss about him either, even though I would have loved to.

I was surprised, I would have thought that my getting fucked by the contractor's guy would have quenched my desire for sex for a while at least, but that night I was hornier than usual. So much so that Dad commented on it, but I didn't tell him what had happened.

When my father was fucking me that night, all I could think of was this guy, the way that he was supremely confident that I was horny and he could fuck me. I have no udea how he knew, but he was right of course, and when he grabbed me, he grabbed one of my tits in a vice like grip that hurt, but turned me on like I couldn't believe. He kissed me, not a gentle lover's kiss but hard, and demanding. Putting his arm around my back, he pushed me toward the table, and when we got there, he pushed my upper body down on the table. He then undid my shorts and slid them and my panties to my knees. He dropped his own pants and taking his cock in his hand, he rubbed it roughly up and down my sopping cunt slit a couple of times. When the head of his cock passed over my clit on its way down, I climaxed which he took as a sign to shove his cock into me in one vicious thrust! I came again when he hit bottom. He then slammed into me, his hands on my hips, his belly audibly slapping against my ass on every stroke. I couldn't take much of this and came again, just as he did. He pulled up his pants and went back to work without saying another word. I pulled up my panties to keep his cum in me until I could get to the shower, my cunt still tingling.

I had never quit dating completely after Dad and I had become intimate, and yes, sometimes I fucked my date. It all depended on how things went. Sometimes I felt sorry for the guy, horny as hell, and let him have me. Other times I got turned on and wanted to get fucked. There was no set criteria, but there was one thing that was different, I always got home early where I knew that Dad was waiting with some goodies for me. It was funny, I even fucked one guy, just because it looked like he wasn't going to quit trying, it was getting late and I wanted to get home to Dad.

It was kind of funny the first time I came home with a cunt full of cum, and hopped into bed with my Dad. I'm sure that it was an effort for him, but he never said anything about it, and he went on to fuck me. After that, he would talk to me about my sexploits as he called them, if I wanted to talk about them. He wanted to know that I knew what I was doing, more concerned about disease than me getting laid by someone else.

I wanted to go to college, but I didn't want to give up what I had going with my Father. Who hasn't heard about the sexcapades at college, but these were usually the young people with limited sexual experience away from home for the first time, feeling free to explore their sexuality. That was just like me before I crawled into bed with my Dad. I had learned an awful lot from him since then, and some from the boys I was dating too. I thought that I would take a pass on college for now, and see what the future would bring. I think that both my Dad and I held the idea that what we were enjoying was but a chapter in our lives, to be enjoyed for now, but not something that would dominate the future.

Dad was never much for going out. I guess losing Mom and taking care of me all those years had taken care of his desire for the social side of life, but when we were out together, it was often assumed that my Father was with a younger woman and I was the girlfriend. I had often idly thought that it would even be possible for us to move somewhere where we were not known and set up housekeeping as husband and wife with kids and all of that. It was only a lovely daydream on my part, and I never even mentioned it to my Father, afraid perhaps that he would go along with it, if he thought that was what I wanted.

No, I decided, what Dad and I had was wonderful for the moment, but it was not for life, or at least it was not the life I wanted for myself. I decided that what I needed was a job, something to earn money to stash away while living here with my Father. I could work a year or two or three and go to college then. After that I could decide what to do, probably settle down with a husband and have some kids before my biological clock pointed to overtime.

I had often complained to Dad about the maturity of the boys that I dated, he only laughed and told me to look in the mirror. He told me that I was not the eighteen year old that had crawled into his bed only months earlier. I had learned a lot since then, and the boys were the same, they needed someone to teach them. He told me that for him, young girls were only good to look at. They were beautiful to look at but had no idea how to please a man. I had learned how to do that in those months.

A while later, Dad brought a guy home for supper that he knew at work. His name was Eric and I guessed he was in his mid twenties. I don't know what Dad told him, but he said that he wanted to meet me. By the time he had been in the house ten minutes, he had kissed me, patted my ass and felt both my tits. It wasn't that I didn't like what he did, or to say that he wasn't going to get into me, but not tonight! He was just too damn sure of himself. But before the evening was over he did get a nice feel, a blow job and he promised to call me.

He called the very next evening. He wanted to come right over. but I put him off despite a little twitch in my pussy, and we made a date to go dancing on the week end. I suspect that Dad was talking to him at work, maybe even trying to set me up with him. Eric picked me up Saturday evening and we went to a bar that he said had a nice big dance floor. There was a female singer with a three piece band and it was quite nice. We danced, had some drinks and held hands. He gave me a couple of feels including one when he ran a couple of fingers up my ass crack, pausing slightly when his fingertip brushed my asshole.

We stopped at his place on the way home. It was supposed to be to show me his apartment, but I'm pretty sure that he only wanted to show me the ceiling in his bedroom. We had a quickie at his place and another quickie when he took me home. All in all, it was a nice evening, and I enjoyed everything, including the sex.

Dad asked me what had happened, and was amused by all of this when I told him. He told me that I owed the lad a decent fuck, to forget my games, he might just give up on me if I didn't take proper care of him. Jokingly, I asked my Father if he wanted to give Eric a hand fucking me, and he replied, willingly if that is what it takes to get the guy fucked properly.

Chapter 3

About this time I got a job in a factory and I was put with an older woman, Madge, to learn the job. This lady was a treasure trove of information, very little of it pertaining to the job, and she knew all about that too. In less than a week I knew she was thirty-seven, everything about the job, all about her kids who were teenagers by now, all about her ex-husband who she still banged from time to time and the sluts that he was fucking.

Madge was still a good looking woman. Sure she had a few extra pounds here and there but that only made you feel more comfortable with her. She always dressed rather conservatively, but in good taste. Her ready smile was probably her greatest attribute.

When I was talking to Madge, I asked her why she was still fucking her ex-husband? She replied that she had nothing against him, she just couldn't live with the guy. They have two kids that they are raising, and she is over there quite a bit to take care of what the kids need. If she happens to feel horny while there, and he is in the mood, why not, besides, she said he is a good fuck. She wanted to know if I wanted to fuck him because she told me that she could set it up. You and I could fuck him in a threesome, if you wanted to, he really likes that. I told her that I didn't want to fuck her ex but I was intrigued and would like to meet him.

She told me that she even knew where her ex kept his money in the house. She had a key and would just take the money she needed to buy things for his house and their kids. He trusted her to do that. She had a nice little apartment of her own near where we worked, and her children were always welcome there, but they preferred to stay with their father in the family home. She told me that she sometimes even recruited girls for her ex. She said that he liked trashy sluts, the younger and sluttier the better. She said he liked that kind of life style better than having a live in home maker.

One day when her car was in the garage, Madge got a ride to work with me, and after work we picked up a couple of things the kids needed to drop off for them. I met her ex alright! As she showed me around the house, he followed me everywhere. I was only there about half an hour and I think that I could have charged him with indecent assault at least twice. Once, he snuck up on me from behind and plunged his hand in the top of my dress, grabbing my tit with his cold hand. Another time he slipped his hand up my leg from behind, and before I could do anything about it, he had slipped his hand under the crotch of my panties, feeling my cunt. Not even mentioning the time that he kind of lovingly ran his hand up the crack of my ass.

Finally, I had to get Madge to tell him to leave me alone, I wasn't interested and with that he went sulking off to his bedroom. The kids came home a few minutes later so I met them and Madge gave them the things she had bought for them before we left to drive home. On the way, Madge was teasing me about her ex, telling me to admit it, he turned me on. I told her that guys like that just turned me off, they were so sure of themselves. I told her the only time I succumbed to a guy like that was the time with the contractor's man, and yes, that time had been great, but somehow that time seemed different. She told me that I really should try her ex sometime, he really was a great fuck.

Eric came over that evening and when the TV program that we were watching was over, I took him to my bedroom where he gave me a pretty serious fucking over in the missionary position. When all of the after play was over, I put a house coat on and showed him to the door where he kissed me goodnight before leaving. I went back upstairs, had a piss in the bathroom to get most of his cum out of my cunt, and washed it good with a wash cloth, then dried everything with a towel. Leaving the house coat in the bathroom, I went naked into Dad's room where I found him in bed reading with his little reading light. He greeted me, put up his book and patted the bed beside him as an invitation for me to sit there.

I sat down beside him on the bed and bent over to kiss him. I felt kind of strange, I was horny and felt warm, but it wasn't the kind of horny that makes you want to fuck in a frenzy. It felt more like I wanted to be held, or to be fucked gently, no rushing towards orgasm. My Dad happened to put his arm around my waist and stuck his tongue in my belly button. Fate intruded again. He was lying on his back, so I swung my body over his in the sixty-nine position. He got the message and began to eat me almost tenderly. In turn, I played with his cock rolling the foreskin back and forth, then played with his balls squeezing them gently, but I didn't suck him off. He was doing a commendable job on my pussy with his tongue and I was beginning to wiggle my ass around, a reliable indication that an orgasm was not too far away. He was lapping my clit like a kitten lapping a saucer of cream, and every time the rough ridges of his tongue passed over my clit, my whole body jerked. I couldn't help it, I had no control over it, and every time it happened I got closer to my orgasm. I reached my orgasm but by that time he was starting to hurt me. I got off of him, and laid down beside him on my side with my ass pointed in his direction. He quickly got the message, shoved his cock into me, and started fucking me while his free hand roamed over my body.

I'm pretty sure that Dad realized that I was horny, but he was aware that I had just fucked Eric and probably thought it was Eric fucking me that caused it. Truth be told, it wasn't either Dad or Eric that was turning me on, it was a combination of three things. I had never even thought of two of them before, but they had been constantly on my mind this evening. First was the contractor that had fucked me over the table, feeling like I had been taken by a power that I had little or no control over, almost like being raped. Then there was Madge's ex, I didn't like the bastard, but knew I was going to fuck him if I got the chance, but it would be when I wanted it not him. I even had a few errant glimpses in my mind's eye of turning him on so I could cut the horny bastard off, driving him crazy. Then there was another vision that ran through my mind of Madge and I with her ex. These visions had been running through my mind all evening, kind of mixing together then drifting apart. Dad was still fucking me gently from behind while toying with my tits, but it was really my thoughts that were getting me worked up. Dad let go of my tits, and wandered down my belly, sliding a finger into my cunt slit where he gently teased my clit, hiding under its protective hood. That got my notice, and coupled with the overwhelming erotic thoughts that had been coursing through my mind, I experienced a mind blowing orgasm. My orgasm triggered my Father's. He reached up to turn the light off, and we drifted off to sleep, his cock still buried deep in my cum filled cunt. I really had it all that fall and winter. My job gave me money and working experience. Living at home with Dad meant that I had practically no expenses. I slept with my Father every night except those nights that Eric slept over with me. I encouraged both of them to fuck me as much as they could. It seemed like I was always horny, ready to fuck instantly, teasing my companions, trying to provoke them into fucking me more often.

Eric's role in my life right then was taking care of most of my social life, taking me dancing or to the odd party. Sometimes we fucked when he brought me home, and he would go home. Other times, he might stay the night, and leave in the morning. Sometimes he would come over to the house for the evening, and that could result in almost anything from a quickie to staying overnight. His role in my sex life was taking care of the heavy fucking. His cock was bigger than Dad's and his sex was more energetic. His idea of sex was strictly the missionary position, and to him it had to be demanding physically.

I sometimes dated other guys, but not very often, and whether they became a part of my sex life depended on how I felt about it at the moment. Sometimes they got lucky, but it didn't happen too often. At this point in my life, the sex was for recreation, settling down was too far in the future to even think about now. That seemed to be what my sex partners wanted as well, Dad was the only one who spoke about his love for me.
Madge's car was getting older, and she told me that it needed to go back to the garage again, they hadn't fixed it properly before. I didn't tell her, but I was more than willing to take her around because I wanted to see more of her ex. I picked her up at the garage in the morning when she dropped her car off, but when we went there to pick it up after work, they told her that the part it needed had to come from South America, and would take two weeks to get.

She groaned, and I thought to myself that would be ample time to see where the path to her ex would lead.

Two days later, we stopped around at her ex's place. He met us at the door and ignoring Madge called me the girl with the flaming snatch, and grabbed my cunt in his cupped hand. I was wearing jeans, and this wasn't going anywhere without my cooperation, but before I could get away from him, he dug his fingers into the fleshy part of my cunt, trying to turn me on through the heavy denim fabric. He was doing a good job of it too, but I wasn't going to give the bastard the satisfaction of letting him know that.

Madge told her ex-husband to behave, and looking him in the eye, I told him that he never seemed to give up. He replied that I was right, he never gave up, but he didn't seem to be offended. On the way home, Madge told me that she was surprised, her ex always seemed to know instinctively the women he could fuck, and those were the ones he came on to, if he wanted them. I told her that he was wasting his time with me, I didn't go for guys like that, not telling her that was his approach that was wrong, not that I didn't want to fuck him and would when I felt the time was right for me.

The next time we visited, Madge told me that her ex wanted to fuck her, and did I mind? I told her no, that she should go ahead and have fun. She asked me if I wanted to join in or watch them that I should feel free to do so. I told her I would like to watch because I had never seen anybody fuck, if they didn't mind, but I didn't want to join in the fun.

They got naked, he got on top of her, rubbed the big head of his cock up and down her fat cunt a couple of times before shoving it to the hilt in her. Her body jerked when his cock hit bottom, and he held it there, still, for what seemed like a long time before starting to move. Madge had told me to feel free to do anything I wanted, to look at, or touch anything I wanted. They had settled into a steady rhythm and I was intrigued with his cock pistoning in and out of her cunt. I moved closer to get a better look because I had never seen a man's cock from this angle, and was surprised at what it looked like. Forgetting for the moment that I didn't want to get involved with this guy, I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his shaft, then felt his balls, squeezing them gently. I became intrigued with Madge's cunt that was touching my fingers every stroke, and put three of my fingers beside his cock so that they went into her cunt at every stroke. That turned me on, and it must have turned her on too because she started vocalizing and promptly reached orgasm seconds before he did. He pulled out of her, quickly got up and grabbed me. I was wearing a knee length skirt, and he grabbed me with one hand, turned me around with the other and stuffed his still hard cock between my legs from behind. I could feel the big head of his cock thrusting against the crotch of my panties, and his cum on the shaft of it rubbing on my bare leg, less than an inch from my cunt.

He was trying hard to fuck me, and I guess he figured he had me for sure, but I remembered an old trick I had heard of. Instead of trying to defend myself, I went on the offensive. I moved quickly, grabbed his cock and twisted it downward as hard as I could. Soft, a pecker just hangs down, but hard, it is very painful when you force it down. He really yelped, and when the pain had his undivided attention, I let go, scuttling out of his way as quickly as I could, fearing retribution.

"What the fuck did you do that for?" he asked, then threatened me with dire consequences if he ever got his hands on me. By this time I had made good my escape and was standing in the open doorway and I told him that it wouldn't be a good idea for him to try to hold his breath while waiting to get his hands on me.

I was really mad and went and sat in the car with the doors locked, waiting for Madge. But what surprised me, I was really, super horny too! I was so horny, I wanted to go right back in there and fuck the brains out of the guy.

On the way home, Madge was trying to tell me that he really didn't mean anything by what he did, he was only playing around. That did it for me and I told her that he had come within an inch of raping me. If that wasn't serious enough for her, it sure as hell was for me. On top of that, I told her that I beat him at his own game, and if I had not been able to do that, I surely would have been fucked by him without my consent, and that was rape as I understood it.

When I let Madge off at her place, I was still so horny that I drove over to Eric's place to see if he was home. He was and he wanted to know what was up, why was I at his place at this time of the afternoon? I told him that I didn't think a horny girl really needed to have a reason to visit at any time. We started undressing at the door, and were naked by the time we got to his bed. No foreplay was needed and a good time was had by all. As I have said many times, when Eric fucks you, you really know that you have been fucked.

I was still horny when Dad and I went to bed later that evening. He commented on how horny I was and he fucked me three more times before we finally drifted off to sleep. At least Dad slept well the whole night long. I did too, like a log, it had been a day to remember.

The next day I felt differently about my run in with Madge's ex, not that I wanted to fuck him, but maybe he had reason to think I would be willing. I was still pissed off that he tried to fuck me without my consent, but after all, I had my hand on his cock only moments before. When I picked Madge up to go to work, I talked to her about wanting to apologise, and asked her to set it up on the way home from work.

When we arrived at Ryan's place. He was entertaining a couple of his half naked slutty girl friends. It didn't seem to bother Madge at all, she was talking to him and the girls. One of the girls had her shoulders on a table with her head lying on her arms while Ryan was fucking her in her ass. It only took Madge less than a minute to get out of her clothes and get involved. Positioning her body on a chair and sliding under the girl's body, she started sucking one of the girl's tits and rubbing her clit with a finger. The other girl got on her knees between Madge's legs and started to eat out her cunt.

I wondered what to do with myself. I didn't want to miss whatever would happen, and didn't want a repeat performance of yesterday's debacle. So I got a chair and sat down near where the action was going on. They didn't pay any attention to me, I just sat there and watched Ryan's big cock going in and out of the girl's asshole making her cunt kind of wink at me. While Madge was doing her thing, the other girl was busily slurping at Madge's cunt, and I just sat there. It didn't turn me on as much as I thought it might, and I had no desire to join in with them, probably because of my earlier experiences here. But Ryan, Madge's ex was a really energetic fuck, busily stuffing his cock into that girl's ass.

When he finally came and the little group broke up, Ryan nodded to me and told me that Madge had told him that I wanted to talk to him. I replied that was correct, I wanted to set the record straight over what had happened the previous day. After I had a chance to think about it, I could see where he had some reason to think that I would go along with what he tried to do. I wanted him to know that if and when the time came that I wanted him to fuck me, he would be the first to know, but until that time I wanted him to keep his hands off of me.

Fair enough, he replied that there was no offence taken. He came over to me and shook hands. It looked funny shaking hands with him completely naked, his big cock bobbing around, while I was completely dressed for the street, and the other three women were in various states of nakedness.

We left them to their games to go home. Madge was complaining about being horny, that she hadn't been able to get off with Ryan and his little group, so I offered to see if Eric was interested in fucking her.

Chapter 4

When Eric answered his door, I introduced Madge to him, and asked him if he would be interested in fucking her? I had found that Eric was twenty-seven and that made Madge ten years his senior. She was not too bad to look at for a middle aged woman, but she had put on a few extra pounds here and there. I could see that Eric was appraising her with his eyes, when Madge simply grabbed him, kissing him and grabbing his cock at the same time.

Eric never knew what hit him! Madge propelled him to the bedroom and had him and herself undressed before getting there. I followed along, kind of amused at this turn of events and not wanting to miss anything. Madge was a force of nature, she had Eric on the bed and her lips wrapped around his cock, her head bobbing up and down in less time than I would have thought possible.

It was hardly likely that Eric was wandering around his apartment with a hard on when we got here, but it was hard now, and in less time than it takes to tell about it, she was astride him, sitting on his cock, while churning her hips in a circular fashion teasing her nipples with her fingers.

The scene was incredibly erotic to me and I couldn't help myself, I slipped my hand in my pants and was furiously rubbing my clit. Maybe it was because I knew these people, but whatever it was, I was helplessly horny. I wondered what was going on too because Eric was flat on his back and his thing was the missionary position.

Both Eric and Madge reached orgasm accompanied by a lot of vocalizing, and I made it too without the sound effects, but feeling a bit woozy from coming so hard. Madge told us that it was my turn and began stripping the clothes off of me. Eric made no objection, but true to his custom, mounted me in the missionary position. He seemed to be turned on, and he gave me a good fucking. All the while, Madge was playing with my tits, teasing his nipples, fingering my asshole and playing her little games with the both of us.

Eric called time out for coffee after we both reached our orgasms. Madge bounced off the bed still naked and went to the kitchen to make the coffee. We followed, and the three of us sat around the table with nothing on, drinking our coffee. Madge said that it was a good thing that nobody wanted bacon, alluding to our nakedness and the way grease spatters when frying bacon. Then she started to complain that she was hungry and she wanted more fucking. I told her no way Jose, I had to go home, when Eric suggested that he had lots of stuff, if she wanted to cook it, and the night was young if she wanted more fucking. He said that he would be pleased to take her home whenever she had enough.

I went home, and although he didn't ask, Dad had been wondering why I was so late. I told him that I had been out with Madge, which was the gospel truth, and that seemed to satisfy him. When we went to bed and Dad was fucking me all I could think about was my very first threesome that afternoon.

The next morning when I picked up Madge, she was all excited about her night with Eric. She told me that she had cooked a nice meal, then they fucked and sucked the night away, he had dropped her off on his way to work this morning. She said that it was good for a girl's soul to have a night like that once in a while, but just not too often. I knew what she meant, when Eric fucked you, you stayed fucked.

After work, Madge begged off stopping at Ryan's as we had planned, saying that she was just too tired. I thought to myself that self might as well go home and get some housework done, that was about all the excitement that was in store for me this evening. I got some work done and spent a quiet evening with Dad watching TV. He was especially loving when we went to bed, and I enjoyed it, but it wasn't like the super sex we often shared.

We stopped at Ryan's place on the way home from work the following day. He was alone, and when he greeted Madge with a kiss and a feel, he wanted to know if it was all right to do the same for me. Smiling, I said it was ok, as long as he behaved himself. He kissed me and ran his hand up my leg and when I didn't offer any objection, slipped his hand under my panty and felt my cunt for a moment. It felt as if I was in control, and had nothing to fear about his doing something I didn't want. He wanted to fuck Madge, and I sat in a nearby chair to watch while he fucked her. As she was getting dressed afterward, he jokingly asked me if I had learned anything watching them? I replied that I had learned that it was a whole lot more exciting to be doing it rather than just watching. He told me that all I had to do was say the word and I could have the game any time I wanted it. When he kissed me goodbye, he slipped his tongue in my mouth and gave my cunt a really good feel, rubbing my clit gently.

That evening at home, I began to wonder what was the attraction Ryan offered? There was no doubt in my mind that I wanted him, but why? Was it the novelty? Was it because he was constantly fucking other women, or indeed, the number of women he had fucked? He certainly wasn't all that much to look at, but there was a kind of magnetism about the guy. With my Father, it was simple, I loved the man as much as life itself, and I wanted to please him. The fact that I derived pleasure from our sexual relationship was only a bonus. I felt that this thinking was all too deep for me, and went to bed early.

At breakfast, I asked Dad why he hadn't wakened me last night when he came to bed and he replied that I was sleeping so peacefully that he didn't have the heart to disturb me. I asked him if it would be all right if I brought a friend home from work for supper, and he replied to do as I wished as long as I was doing the cooking. So I brought Madge home with me after work. I introduced her to my Father, and I thought that she was going to rape him on the spot, but between us, Dad and I got her calmed down. There was no question about it, this was going to be a fucking visit. Maybe that was what was in the back of my mind when I asked her to come over. Dad told us that he thought I was going to bring a guy home when I mentioned it to him in the morning, but added that he was pleased to be wrong.

I started to make supper, and when Madge saw what I was doing, she told me all about what I was doing wrong. Then she ended up doing it herself and showing me how to do it.

We had a good meal with lots of pleasant conversation until she turned to my Father and asked if he was getting enough fucking from me? The question annoyed Dad, and he started to angrily deny the accusation. It didn't bother Madge for a moment, she held up her hand as if she was directing traffic and said that she knew we were fucking, what she didn't know whether he was fucking me or I was fucking him, or maybe we were fucking each other, which she said was the very best. Without waiting for comment she continued to tell us that her father had nailed her the first time when she was twelve and it hurt. She told us that it was plain and simple rape but there was nothing she could do about it except to stay out of his way as much as possible. I married the first guy that came along to get away from my father she told us. Her husband always did like young girls, and you could get married at fourteen in those days. I got pregnant right away too and had two kids before I was twenty.

It seemed obvious to me that Dad would continue to deny what appeared to be obvious to Madge, so I told her that I had become so frustrated that I had crawled into my Dad's bed naked, and nature had taken over from there, but it was well after my eighteenth birthday. Madge knew about my Mother's death when I was nine when Dad became mother and father to me. Perhaps because of that relationship I loved him, and had wanted him to fuck me for as long as I could remember. I often wished that he was the one to get my cherry but that fell to a no-account boy who was only interested in getting his rocks off. Since that time, I told her, our sex life has been wonderful.

After supper, the three of us retired to the bedroom where Madge started the party by pulling my Dad's semi hard cock out of his pants and began sucking on it like she had a new lollipop. It was funny to see Dad with Madge. I wasn't the slightest bit jealous, and in fact it felt good to see him fucking a woman that was nearer his own age, besides I felt like joining in.

It wasn't that the night was so exciting sexually, we three just had a good, loving time, finally falling asleep in my Father's bed, a tangle of arms, legs and assorted anatomy. Despite my earlier involvement with Madge, this was my first time to have sex with a woman. We pleasured each other that night, whether it was male or female flesh before us, and it was fun. Madge was up early the next morning, and she prepared a wonderful breakfast. She seemed to be in her element.

On the way to work Madge told me that her father would simply grab her and fuck her, mostly when he was drunk. Her dry pussy made it all that much harder for him to shove his cock into her. But he seemed to like it that way, he just shoved that much harder and never had any pity for her. She believed that her mother knew what was going on, but was afraid of her father and unable to help her.

When she married Ryan, she was still terrified of sex, but he had used k-y jelly to get into her at first. It was a long time before she started to lubricate naturally, and longer still before she experienced an orgasm. She laughed saying that once she got started, there was no stopping her.

I told Madge that I just couldn't conceive of what she had gone through. Of course it had hurt when I lost my cherry, and the odd asshole that I went out with hurt me too, but it was nothing by comparison to what she had to endure.

She told me that she got even. When her father was on his death bed, and couldn't do anything about it, she told him off, telling him she hoped he would rot in hell. She had tears in her eyes when she told me that I had no idea what a son of a bitch like that can do to a helpless girl's life, and there is no one to turn to. Not like your father, he loves you. You can see that he loves you and wants to take care of you. He is one hell of a fine man.

Yes, I told her that my Father had never ever hurt me in any way, including sexually. He wanted to fuck me for years, but wouldn't touch me until I made it clear to him that is what I wanted. I guess that I've had a sheltered life and owe it all to him.

I asked her about Ryan with their girls, and she laughed telling me that he was overly protective with his own daughters. The girls couldn't help but know about their father's endless parade of girls and women, but they never paid much attention to any of it. They were more interested in other things right now. My girls talk to me, they know that they can tell me anything, and you can bet your ass that they would be out of there in a heart beat if anybody abused them the way I was abused.

Our conversation was cut short when we arrived at work, but it gave me a great deal to think about at work that day especially when it was coupled with the events of last night. Madge just wanted to go home after work to attend to her housework. That evening at supper my Dad brought up Madge's revelations about her father raping her, for he said that there was no other way to describe it. I agreed and talked about the plight of a young defenceless girl that had no place to turn to. He said that her situation was far from being unique, these were family secrets and when exposed, the whole family suffered from public condemnation, even the victim of the abuse.
Later, when we went to bed, I was in no mood for a sexual romp. I started telling my Father how much I appreciated him and all that he had done for me. We were lying on our sides facing each other. I was sobbing while Dad was trying to comfort me. Really, I didn't know why I was crying, but Dad was looking at me, and holding me tightly in his arms. I was not the least bit horny, but Dad pulled my leg over his, took his semi hard cock in his hand and began rubbing the head of it up and down the crack of my pussy. By the time his cock was hard enough to fuck me, my cunt was wet enough for him to do it. He held me tightly and fucked me slowly. I enjoyed it, but didn't come. Eventually he came and we drifted off to sleep, with me still cuddled in his arms.

After work the following day, Madge and I decided to visit Ryan to see what was going on. Ryan met us at the door, gave Madge a kiss and a quick feel. When it was my turn, he gave me a deep expectant kiss and felt my cunt. He shoved my panties out of the way, then felt all over my pussy rubbing my clit at the same time. Finally he slipped two fingers up my fuck hole. I didn't offer any emotion pro or con, just stood there and let him do what he wanted.

There was nothing happening, Ryan invited us in for a coffee, and we sat around the kitchen table talking about nothing in particular. When we were leaving, Ryan slipped his hand up my leg from behind, sliding his fingers up the crack of my ass and lingering for a brief moment at my asshole.

Madge told me that she was horny, so we drove to Eric's place. I asked him if he would kindly take care of a very horny lady, and he graciously agreed to do so. We all trooped into the bedroom where he nailed her in the usual missionary position, and more than ordinary zeal. For the most part, I just sat and watched, but I did tweak her nipples a couple of times. Even that was not enough for Madge, but Eric begged off, begging her to wait until after supper. She agreed providing that he takes her home before midnight so she could get some sleep as she had to work tomorrow. I had a coffee with them before leaving to make supper for Dad.

The next morning Madge was brimming with good spirits. She told me that Eric had indeed taken care of her horniness last night, she wasn't even a little bit horny this morning. She looked good too, bright and smiling. I told her that she radiated happiness, and she agreed telling me that there was nothing like a good fuck to cheer a girl up.

We decided to go and see Ryan after work, and before we left work, I went to the washroom to remove my panties, putting them in my purse. It was about time to see what would happen. When we got there Madge led the way and got the usual kiss and a real stinky finger feel. When he got to me, I got a nice deep kiss. I was waiting to see what would happen when his hand would touch my bare cunt. I wasn't disappointed! He stopped like something had hit him, and then he went into over drive, his fingers all over my pussy. He stuck two of his fingers up my fuck hole, then he began to diddle my clit with his finger. I didn't do anything to stop him and obediently opened my legs to give him better access to my cunt.

We were standing just inside the door, and he backed me up against the door frame. In less time than it takes to tell about it, he had my skirt up around my neck, and was rubbing the head of his cock back and forth in my cunt. It didn't take long for me to get wet enough to fuck, and that is just what he did.

He was a couple inches shorter than me, and he stood there between my legs, shoving his big cock up into my cunt like it was going out of style. It didn't take him long to come, but I didn't make it, so he took his cock out of me and began rubbing my clit with the head of it. That quickly did the trick and I went to the bathroom to have a piss. I washed away his cum and cleaned up as best I could. Madge was amused by the whole affair while I couldn't see what she thought was so funny. It may be that her sense of humour is better developed than mine is.

As soon as we left, Madge wanted to know what I thought of her ex? I was non-committal telling her that getting fucked standing up was not a whole lot of fun at the best of times. And yes I thought, that was a poor way to judge a man's ability to fuck, but I didn't think that he was as good as Eric. Nonetheless I had just let him fuck me and some of his cum was still oozing out of my pussy.

Chapter 5

Madge went home with me and got it on with my Dad while I prepared supper. Later we watched TV and had a couple of drinks until bedtime. In bed they started by entertaining me, Madge licking my cunt while Dad was sucking my tits. When I started climbing the walls, Dad fucked me while Madge pinched my nipples, and stuck her finger up my asshole. I went off like a firecracker!

Turnabout is fair play or so they say, so after a while I went down on Madge, the first time I had done that to a woman. It seemed strange to me at first, but I had the advantage of knowing where every thing was and what felt good for me. While I was doing that, Dad was busy kissing Madge and playing with her tits with his hands. When I went after her clit with the tip of my tongue, she started going crazy, and Dad pushed me out of the way. He mounted her in the missionary position and fucked her like sex was going out of style, while I played with her tits. My effort didn't seem to make much difference, they seemed to be into each other. After a strenuous workout, we collapsed in a tangle of arms and legs.

In the morning Madge was up early preparing breakfast and looking fresh as a daisy, humming to herself. It was a good breakfast too, eaten quickly as we bustled around getting ready to go to work.

After work Madge and I went to Ryan's place, found him alone and did a threesome with him. It was kind of interesting because I was just fitting in with two very experienced practitioners of this kind of sex. I came a couple of times, and while it was fun, I didn't enjoy it as much as I have enjoyed one on one sex with someone I cared for.

Dad and I spent a quiet evening, mostly watching TV. When we went to bed, Dad sucked my tits and played with my snatch until I was wet. Then he got on top of me a fucked me in the missionary position. I only came once, when Dad's orgasm triggered mine.

The garage had called Madge to tell her that her car was ready, and so I drove here there after work. I had been thinking about Ryan wondering what it would be like to fuck him one on one, and so I went there after I dropped Madge off. He answered the door naked except for a pair of Bermudas, and told me that a couple of girls had come over, suggesting that I might want to join them to make a foursome out of it. I declined but said that I would like to watch if that was OK with him. He didn't try to push the foursome thing and said it was OK to watch. The girls looked really young and kind of dirty looking. I wasn't impressed with the girls but certainly was blown away by the things that the three of them were doing. Talk about kinky sex, they took the cake. I enjoyed watching them, but had no desire to join in at all. Mind you, I did have a damp pussy when I left, Ryan putting on his shorts to show me to the door. When we got to the door, Ryan grabbed me, kissed me deeply and fingered me to an orgasm. He told me that my orgasm was something for me to think about.

When I got home I was surprised to find Madge there, busy getting supper ready and happy as a lark. She told me that the garage had finally fixed her car properly and she said that had made her happy. She had picked up a bottle of wine on the way over and we chatted, drank the wine as we enjoyed the meal that she had prepared. That night we enjoyed another threesome. It worked out pretty well too, Madge made me come with her tongue and I was able to do the same for her as Dad watched. Then he got into the act, fucking first one and then the other until he finally came in Madge. It was kind of a silly game, we were both bent over with our asses in the air and our upper bodies on the bed, then Dad got behind us and plunged into one after the other, taking a few strokes every time until he finally came. He told us that a far eastern country used to select their queen that way. The heir to the throne had several wives in his harem, and they had to bend over a round table with their ass in the air in the royal court with everybody watching. The prince shoved his cock into the cunt of the first one, and fucked her half a dozen strokes, then moved on to the next. Dad said that the prince had to fuck all the wives in the same way at least once before coming or it was no contest. After he had gone around the ring once, then the girl that he came in, became the queen, the others became lesser wives. We both told Dad that it was a likely story, he was just a horny old man looking for a thrill, but he stuck by his story, saying that the girls prepared their cunts with nice smelling greases for the contest, each hoping to get the prince off, so she could be chosen queen. We never did vote on Dad's story, but I started calling Madge Queenie for the next several days because she was the one Dad had cum in.

A couple of days later I stopped at Ryan's place after work. His playmates from my last visit must have been playing in another play pen today because Ryan was all alone. He greeted me at the door with the usual kiss and a nice feel, and he asked me what had brought me over this way today? I told him that it was to see how he was and to see if he was still behaving himself. He replied that he always behaved himself, it just so happened that some people didn't like the way he behaved, or at least that is what they told him. I reached down and grabbed his limp cock, while he grabbed me and gave me a deep kiss. Taking his cock out of his pants, I stroked it a few times, then led him by his cock to the play room.

There, I pulled his pants down and gave lip service to his rapidly swelling pecker. I had explained to Ryan that I wasn't into some of the kinky shit that he and his play mates had been up to the last time I had been here. I wanted to see what he would do, so just let him have his way with me, thinking that I might learn something. It started off pretty routinely with him undressing me, then playing with me, sucking my tits, rubbing my belly and fingering my cunt until I was wet enough to fuck. He then got on top of me and fucked me until I came. He then pulled out and got me on all fours so he could fuck me doggy style. With his big cock slamming into me, it really rocked my socks and it didn't take long for me to reach a really good orgasm. Getting my jollies pushed him over the edge and I could feel his cum shooting into me. When he finished squirting into me, he pulled me over on my side, his cock still buried in me. We laid there for some time, he fondling my tits and rubbing my belly until his cock shrivelled up and slipped out of me. He insisted on going to the bathroom with me and watching while I pissed and cleaned his cum off of me. He had a piss, we got dressed and he showed me to the door where he kissed me goodbye. I had to admit that Madge was right, he was a good fuck, but I didn't learn anything from him.

When I got home, Madge was there again and had supper ready. After we ate, we all watched TV for the rest of the evening. I didn't feel much like more fun and games, so told them that I was tired and was turning in for the night, going to sleep in my own room.

In the morning Madge was her usual cheerful self as she busied herself preparing breakfast. She told me that she would be going to her ex's place after work to look after some things she had to do there for her daughters. As a result, I went straight home after work to get supper ready for Dad and myself.

Dad was watching TV after supper, while I was doing the laundry when Eric came over. I was surprised to see him but asked him to stay the night, if he could. He did stay, and he fucked me twice. We went to my room rather early and we fucked as soon as I closed the door. I was more than ready anticipating what was going to happen. After fooling around for nearly two hours, he got on top of me again, and gave me a real working over, resulting in a really strong orgasm for me. We fell asleep for a good night's sleep. We had to get up early to get some breakfast and to get Eric off to work in time.

During our lunch break at work, my friend Julie was complaining that she wasn't getting any sex because the guy she had been going with had gone off to university. She told me that their relationship had not been too serious because she knew that her boyfriend would be going away to university, and that would likely break them up. She said that she was looking for a sexy guy to hook up with. I volunteered to fix her up for the night, and took her out to visit Eric, asking him if he could take care of a horny lady for the evening because Julie didn't have any transportation. Eric said that he would be happy to take care of that and take care of Julie too. I left to go home to make our supper. I found out that inside of a week, Julie had moved in with Eric, so he must have done something right that night. But neither one of them would ever tell me what that was.

Eric was a nice guy and a good fuck too, but he just was not the guy for me, and if Julie liked him, that was fine with me. More power to them, and my best wishes too.

That weekend Madge brought both her girls, Vicki and Wanda to stay at Dad's overnight, and we enjoyed their company. Later she told me that she had given my Dad her blessing if he wanted to fuck her girls, asking him to be careful with them if he did. Talk about an invitation! They were beautiful young girls just blossoming into womanhood. That night I slept in my own room while the girls used our guest room and Madge slept with Dad. I could hear them fucking and wondered what the girls would think about that. But that was for their mother to worry about. As for myself I felt self conscious about doing anything with the girls there. Really, I shouldn't have worried about it with the regular goings on at their father's house where they were living.

After work on Monday I thought that I would check out Ryan, and see what he was up to. He met me at the door with his usual kiss, and a nice long feel of my cunt. He told me that he had some of his buddies over and they were drinking beer, if I wanted to meet them? I agreed and he led me to the play room where I met these three friends that were drinking beer with him. He introduced me to his friends, one by one, as we sat around. Eric offered me a beer, but I declined, settling for a Coke instead. I didn't want to get pissed on beer because I had to drive home. The conversation quickly turned to sex, and before you knew it Eric was asking me if I wanted to fuck all four of them. That idea took a while to get used to, but when it came up, Ryan began rubbing my tits and things like that. Mind you, it was through my clothes, but it was still enough to get me going.

My undoing was when Ryan told me that one of his friends had a super big cock, and to prove it to me, this guy stood in front of me and whipped it out. My god it was big, I couldn't believe it. Both Eric and Ryan had big cocks, but nothing like this. I had to touch it, and when I did, I wrapped both hands around it, side by side and the head was still hanging out a mile. It was too big to get my fingers around, and when I bent over to take it into my mouth, the guys started taking my clothes off. They were playing with my tits, fingering my cunt and one guy stuck his finger up my ass. It was if I was in a trance with the head of that big cock in my mouth.

They carried me to the bed, my lips still locked around that monster. I was laying across the bed, the big dick in my mouth, two guys beside me noisily sucking on my tits, and another guy between my legs eating my pussy.

The sensations were incredible! The guy eating me got up and shoved his cock into me, then one after the other the other two guys fucked me. I was cumming and cumming, just as the big cock in my mouth was giving me signs that he was going to cum soon. I reached down and squeezed his huge balls in their hairy sack and he let go with shot after shot of creamy cum. I did my best to swallow all of it, but couldn't manage it. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and went around the bed and stuck it in my cunt. I was so horny another orgasm exploded when the head of his cock touched my cunt. I didn't think that he would have any trouble getting into me after the other guys fucking me, but it did take a bit of effort for him to get in. It hurt a bit when he hit bottom, especially when he was getting into the short strokes and thrusting as hard as he could.

Funny thing too, he was not a big man. I remember somebody rhyming off, "big man big cock, little man all cock" and it certainly was appropriate for the guy that had just fucked me and this very moment was shooting his spunk very deep in my cunt.

Somebody told him to get out of the way and another cock was shoved into me, while one of the others was trying to get me to suck his cock to get it back up. That took care of two of the guys, one was playing with my tits rubbing cum on them, while the other was standing beside me playing with his stiff cock.

One of the guys wanted to fuck me doggy style, but Ryan vetoed that, leading me to a table and bending me face down on the table. My ass was up in the air, and they started another round. A couple of them fucked me up the dirt chute. I lost count of the number of times I got fucked or the orgasms I had, but I can tell you it was a lot. This time the guy with the big pecker didn't have any trouble getting into me, but he still hurt a bit when he would hit bottom.

One of the guys wanted to try a triple penetration with one guy in my cunt, another up my asshole and the third in my mouth, but Ryan came to my rescue and told them no. That made me think that the party was getting rough and it was about time for me to take charge of things. So lying on my back on the bed, I asked if there were any more takers, and three of them did fuck me again including the guy with the big dick. By this time, I was able to take him without any trouble. When he was finished, I told them that it had been fun, but I had to go so went to the john where I cleaned up as best I could, and kissing each one of them, left.

When I got home, I went straight to the bathroom and took a shower. I remember looking in the mirror and wondering what was happening to me? Was I turning into a slut, or maybe I was one already? Since I really didn't look any different, I figured that one gang bang is not the end of the world, and life went on. Since Madge was there again, I figured that Dad would be well taken care of tonight, and went to bed early in my own bed. I was beat and quickly drifted off to sleep.

Wednesday after work, I stopped at Ryan's place. I was not very horny, but wanted to talk to him about what had happened on my last visit. He met me at the door, gave me a nice kiss and then began to hump me, rubbing his cock up against the front of me as he was holding me up against the wall beside the door. I told him, "down boy" and he quit, leading me to the kitchen where he offered me a cup of coffee. I started by telling him that I didn't know what got into me on Monday. He replied with a smirk on his face that he did, four cocks including his own and one of the others was a really big one! I told him that he was just being a smart ass when I was serious, and he replied that a gang bang now and again never hurt any woman, just don't worry about it. When we finished our coffee, he talked me into a quickie, so we went into the play room where he fucked me hard in the missionary position. It was pretty good and I came twice.
When I got home, Madge was already there, just ready to put the supper on the table. While Dad watched TV that evening, I told Madge about my gang bang, and asked her for her opinion. She told me that was the trouble with Ryan, always pulling off kinky shit like that. She knew the guys I fucked, and we talked about the guy with big cock. She said that it was so funny, this little runt of a guy with such a big cock and she asked me if I had noticed that his arms were longer than most guys, and he had big hands. I hadn't noticed, but told her that the sight of that big cock was my undoing. When I saw it, I had to have it, and once started it was impossible to keep the other guys out of it. Madge said that she knew all about it and had fucked those guys, both separately and as a group. It was OK once in a while, but it was a bit much when it happened too often. That night, I slept with Dad and Madge. Dad was in the middle and fucked me from behind, playing with my tits and clit at the same time. When he finished fucking me, he found Madge was already asleep on his other side. He said to let her sleep, he would catch her in the morning, and that he did, with gusto. I went to have a shower when they started getting it on, to get out of their way.

Madge was spending a lot of her free time with Dad and she was looking after most of the housework now, telling us that it gave her pleasure to be able to do it. She was making noises like the place needed a housecleaning and proposed to bring her girls over for the weekend and do it. She brought the girls over after work on Friday, and we got to work tearing the place apart and cleaning as soon as we were finished with supper.

When it came time to go to bed, I got naked, crawling into Dad's bed with him. I was surprised when Madge came in with both girls in their pyjamas, and proceeded to put Vicki between her and my Dad, while she told Wanda to crawl into the bed between Dad and myself. I was surprised at this development, but more surprised at what happened next. She had both girls kiss Dad "good-night" while hugging him tight, one after the other, Vicki the older one first. Madge put her arm around Vicki from behind and gave her a few pecks on her neck and the hollow of her shoulder before Vicky rolled over and gave her mother a really nice kiss on the lips. I could see that Madge had her hand very low on Vicki's back, almost on her ass when they were kissing and she was pulling the girl to herself. They fooled around a bit until Madge told them to give me a kiss and go to bed, which they both did. I was surprised, but had to admit that it was a loving time, and I was caught up in it as well.

Chapter 6

After all that loving, I was horny, and I'll bet the girls were too. Dad fucked both Madge and I after that before we conked out for the night. I was surprised when the girls were back in the morning without any warning, romping all over the bed, chattering away. I had to notice that both Dad and Madge had their hands all over the girls, particularly Vicky. There was nothing sexual about it unless something was touched accidentally but asses were patted, bodies were hugged and nothing was said about it. The girls had to know that the three of us were naked, but that didn't seem to phase them. They saw myself and Madge naked, but Madge was always careful that Dad's genitals were kept covered up.

Saturday night was more of the same. If anything, the girls spent more time in bed with us both that night and again in the morning. We had made good progress with the housecleaning on Saturday and were able to get it all finished on Sunday so that Madge could take the girls home and she wanted to spend Sunday evening at her apartment. Which she did.

Madge was back after work on Monday and she brought the girls with her after work on Friday. Dad had put a TV and some other stuff in the guest room for the girls. They spent the evening in their room doing teen things, but came with us when we went to bed. Dad went to bed with his shorts on to preserve his decency or dignity with the girls around. Both Dad and Madge were giving Vicky a lot of attention with a lot of touching and some kissing. At one point she was lying on her side, her ass spooned up into Dad, and I could distinctly see my Dad gently rubbing her belly, sometimes on top of her pyjama bottoms and sometimes on her bare skin under her top. I couldn't tell whether Vicki liked it or not, but I know Dad did. From time to time I could see he had a hard on under his shorts. I was turned on by this performance, but even more so when I would think about where all of this was leading. I pulled Wanda to me, and held her tight, her ass spooning into the front of me.

There was more when the girls came charging into the room without knocking or any other ceremony in the morning. I noticed that Vicki spent most of her time in Dad's arms, and his hands were getting bolder. I saw his hand brush her tits, and this time when he was rubbing her belly, his hand strayed a bit under the top of her pyjama bottoms. It looked like the young lady was horny to me the way she was moving and cuddling up to my Dad. Go for it Vicki, you won't find a better teacher anywhere, I said to myself. In the meantime I had taken Wanda in my arms, and was hugging her, and unless I was mistaken, she was getting horny too. She couldn't help but know what was going on with her sister, more or less, and to tell the truth it was making me horny too.

That night when we went to bed, Dad's affair with Vicki was getting pretty intense. I saw him slide his hand up under her pyjama top and rub her tits causing Vicki to close her eyes. I saw it when he was rubbing her belly and let his hand slide down toward her pubes far enough to caress her mound. There was no question about it this time, Vicky was getting horny, the way she moved her ass around was a dead giveaway. Later, I saw Dad undo her pyjama bottoms and slide his hand down her belly, and I remembered how he slid that long finger of his down the crack of my cunt. It made me so horny thinking about it that I came right there, trying to keep still so nobody would notice. And unless I was mistaken Vicki reached her first man made orgasm, as I silently wished her many more of the same, mentally telling Dad to go for it, it couldn't happen to a better guy.

When the girls came into our bed in the morning Dad undid Vicki's bottoms, and his hands roamed all over her body. He slid her top up and rubbed his hands over her bare back, then he felt of her tits. I couldn't see, but it looked like he was tweaking her nipples. Reaching under her bottoms, he ran his fingers up her ass and Vicki twitched noticeably. Aha! I said to myself, I'll bet he touched her asshole. She was obviously horny now, and she rolled over on her back, still as close to Dad as she could get. I saw him shift a bit too, and in my mind I could see that finger of his exploring her cunt, just getting it into the top of her crack and moving the tip of it around there. I saw Vicki's legs spread a bit and knew that he was sliding that long finger of his down her crack, and then following with his hand to stimulate her cunt lips. By now her cunt would be sopping wet with her cunt juice, and wet enough to slide his fingers in her virgin cunt. First there would be one finger, that index finger of his, then two and finally three fingers unless she was too tight for that. This time there was no mistake, Vicki had an orgasm, closing her eyes and holding her body rigid until the pleasure passed. I came too just from watching her. There is just something to watching a virgin's first ventures into the realm of lust and sex.

Madge told me that she wasn't going to bother taking the girls back this evening, she would leave a little early in the morning and drop them off then. I thought to myself that it was probably more to do with what was happening in our bed than anything else, but this was infinitely better than the way I lost my virginity. She was surrounded by people that loved her and were able to look after her if something went wrong. I lost my cherry to a horny young guy that was only interested in getting his rocks off, and obviously didn't know what he was doing anyway. Probably didn't care either.

This was Sunday night, and when the girls came into our bed the education of Vicki turned a corner. She was lying on her back, her legs slightly spread while Dad was lying beside her on his arm, and that put the upper part of his body over her. He kissed her, softly at first, and then more seriously, while feeling her tits, first through her pyjama top and then reaching under the top, on her bare skin, twisting her nipples. He was doing wonders for Vicki's libido, and I suspect for Wanda's too. I know what he was doing for mine! In a few minutes he went for her cunt, undoing her bottoms and pulling them down out of his way and going directly for her cunt. It was easy to tell that Vicki was singing from the same page as she arched her back to meet his hand, and she was not to be disappointed, as my Father's hand found her cunt and started to go to work on it. This time all pretense was gone, her eyes were tightly closed and she was thrashing around, moving her ass and her legs. She was moaning too, sometimes quite loudly. She had a violent orgasm, shaking and vocalizing until it was over. She reached up and grabbed my Father wanting to hold him and kiss him. I saw Dad take her hand in his and guide it to his cock, still in his shorts. I suspect that Wanda came too, but it wasn't anything like her sister's, just a momentary involuntary tensing of her body as it passed.

I thought it was strange in the morning when only Vicky showed up in our bed very early, and it was strange too because besides giving her a morning kiss, Dad didn't pay any attention to her. It was her mother who held her this morning. They were both lying on their sides facing Dad and I was on the far side of him. It was strange too when Dad started paying attention to me, and it seriously looked like he wanted to fuck me in front of Madge and Vicki. Of course when my Father gets started with me, my legs turn to putty and he can do anything he wants with me. There was no question now, he was going to fuck me, and there was nothing I could do about it. He was doing all of the things he knew that I liked, and taking a long time with the foreplay. Laying me on my back, he got on top of me and began rubbing the head of his cock up and down my cunt slit. I was climbing the walls by this time, and when he slid his cock into me I climaxed, squealing loudly. He began stroking with me and I met every thrust. We settled into a steady rhythm until he was ready to come when he started speeding up and slamming into me trying to get as deep in me as he could get. Dad came, his spunk spurting deep in my cunt, the feeling of it set me off again and I had another orgasm.

"While Dad was fucking me, I caught glimpses of Marge and Vicki. She couldn't take her eyes off of what was happening, particularly looking at Dad's cock, in the meantime Madge was busy holding her daughter and pleasuring her with her hand. When we were done, we lay there until Dad's cock slipped out of me and his cum started to dribble out of my cunt. Vicki told her mother that she couldn't get over how this little shrivelled up thing was the big thing, as Madge was patiently explain-ing everything that happened. She told Vicky to feel my cunt and feel the semen that was there from our fuck. She then directed her to pick up my Dad's cock, to milk it with her fingers to see more semen run out of the piss hole at the top of the head. She had Vicki feel Dad's testicles and explained that they were very sensitive and must be treated gently or they would get hurt. She showed her how to roll the foreskin back, and told her that if she stroked the shaft the cock would grow to the size that she had seen before and that had to be done before a man could fuck a woman. I marvelled at this wonderful woman telling her daughter these things, while probably thinking of the barbaric way that she had lost her own virginity.

When Dad's cock was hard again, Madge told her to take the head of it in her mouth, explaining that doing this gave the man an exquisite feeling, and it was a very good way to get a man hard again when his cock was flaccid. Then Madge gave Dad a blow job to show Vicky how it was done, and to show her how the cum spurted out when the man had an orgasm. After that Dad told Vicki that it wasn't fair, everybody was naked but her and it was about time that she got that way too. After she took her PJ's off Dad insisted on going down on her as Madge and I stood around and offered encouragement to the both of them. By this time, he was pretty good at licking and sucking pussy. It didn't take him long to get her thrashing around on the bed and moaning loudly. Telling her how beautiful she was, Dad took Vicky by the hand and twirled her around so he could look at all of her charms. He felt everything that she had as well, without any objection or hesitation from Vicki.

I thought that I had seen Wanda peeking at the door, but when I checked, she was in her bed and looked like she was still sleeping, but remembering another night, I was not sure whether she was asleep or not. But no matter, her time would come and if she learned anything from Vicki's initiation, no harm was done.

Next Friday was Vicki's birthday, and Madge was planning to have a little party here. The plan was that Dad and I would pick up the friends that Vicki had invited while her mother got things ready for the party.

When Vicki's girlfriends started arriving, she and Wanda acting as their hosts got them settled in, and when they were finally all here, the party got under way. It was just about like any other teen party, assorted soft drinks, a birthday cake with eighteen candles on it and ice cream to go with the cake. They had some silly teen games they played, but if the noise was any measure of the party, they had a wonderful time. When it was over, Dad and I drove the guests home.

Madge had given Vicki a really beautiful, almost see- through night gown, and I was surprised to see her come into our bedroom alone as we were going to bed. She slept with Dad between him and her mother. He was lying on his back, while she was on her side facing Dad and Dad had his arms around her, almost protectively. Other than a goodnight kiss, there wasn't anything sexual between Dad and Vicki, they just fell asleep contentedly in each other's arms. They looked so sweet together like that. Needless to say, Madge and I were out of luck for tonight, even though I was feeling pretty horny.

I was wakened very early in the morning by my Father really going after Vicki. Madge was awake too, lying on her side just watching what was going on. Vicki was lying on her back, her legs tightly closed and my Father had her beautiful new nightgown up around her neck. He was busily sucking on her tits making lots of slurping sounds while doing it, indicating to me that he must be sucking pretty hard on them. He was lying on his side and his hard cock was lying on her hip with a little pool of pre cum forming on her belly. I rolled on my side to be better able to see what was going on, and didn't say anything either to spoil the spell.

Vicki's eyes were closed as Dad was sucking one tit and then the other. You could see that her nipples were stiffly erect. Dad was being very rough with her, almost biting the nipples and roughly kneading her tits with his hands. It was obvious that Vicki was not complaining, she was moaning lightly and her hips were starting to roll around. She brought her knees up and spread her legs apart, only to return them to their original position, lying on the bed, held tightly together. I could see her cunt juices making a little wet patch on the bed sheet when she opened her legs.

Vicki repositioned her legs three times before Dad turned his attention away from her tits. When he started rubbing her belly, she closed her legs tightly and held them like that, as if she was going to make him force them apart. Dad rubbed her belly for a good ten minutes starting just under her tits and rubbing down to her pubic mound. Every time he got down there, he would let his finger slide ever so slightly into the top of her cunt slit for a split second or two. Vicki still had her eyes firmly closed, but she was more relaxed now. Her hips were still, and she wasn't moaning either. Dad played with her belly button with his finger for a minute or so, and then bending over gave her belly a tongue bath, with special attention to her belly button. As he was busy tonguing that interesting little button, Dad tried sliding that long finger of his down her cunt slit, but it was dry and she was holding her legs together too tightly to make it easy for him. Turning his attention from her belly button, he wet his finger with saliva by putting it in his mouth. This time when he tried to slide it down her cunt slit, it went much easier.

Dad was on his knees beside her with his long finger covering all of her slit. He remained motionless for more than a minute in that position, then began to rub every part of her body that he could reach with his left hand. A couple of more minutes like that and he started to rub her cunt slit up and down with his finger. By the time he had done that about a dozen times, we could see Vicki relax and spread her legs a bit. As soon as she did that he added another finger until eventually he was rubbing her cunt with his whole hand. That started her moaning again and the little motions of her hips too. In a few minutes he began to explore her cunt with his fingertips, tracing every fold with a finger and eventually sticking one very gently in her fuck hole. That brought more moans from Vicki and more movement of her ass and her hips. When she had quietened down a bit, Dad started working his finger in and out of her cunt, looking for her G spot. When he found it, Vicki let out a squeal, bringing her knees up again, spreading her legs apart as far as she could and she came instantly, by far the best orgasm she had to date.

When she spread her legs apart, Dad quickly left what he had been doing and got between her legs to eat her pussy. I must say he was doing a good job of it too, and he had that poor girl going crazy. She was humping her whole body around with the passion she experienced. She had another orgasm that put the last one to shame. She was grabbing the sheet in her fists and trying to pull Dad's head closer to her cunt. Poor guy, if he was any closer, he couldn't breathe. She came again, screaming this time. Dad laid down where he was and started working his finger into her again. This time she was thrusting at his finger with her ass, and rolling her hips around lustily.

Dad worked his index finger into her cunt for some time until she was loose enough to take two fingers and eventually three. Then with his three fingers in her cunt, he started to rub her clit with his thumb and that really set her off with another screaming orgasm.

Dad took his fingers out of her cunt, and positioned himself on his knees between her legs. Then he let him-self down onto her, with his cock touching her cunt. He started a gentle rocking movement that caused his cock to touch her cunt on every stroke, and he started to kiss Vicki on the lips, on her neck, and on her shoulder.

Vicki was responding to Dad's body on hers, her arms around him and she was beginning to hump her hips up to meet his gentle little thrusts.

Chapter 7

Holding himself up on his left elbow, Dad reached between them, grabbed his rock hard cock and started to rub it firmly up and down Vicki's slit. That really got her attention and she arched her back to bring her cunt closer to Dad's cock. He kept rubbing the head of his cock up and down her slit making sure that each trip was touching her clit.
Then Dad put the head of his cock into her fuck hole as he reached the bottom of her slit. It went in the slippery hole for about an inch without any trouble and Dad waited there for a minute or so before pushing any further. Then he pushed his cock a little further into her before resting his attack on her maiden head. All the while, Dad is kissing Vicki, deep kisses, light little kisses on her neck and shoulder, and even gave her a good sharp bite on her shoulder near her neck, we could see the teeth marks for several hours after that. It was obvious that she liked what he was doing to her, but the moment he put the head of his cock in her cunt, she had stopped all movement, and was quiet as if she was wait-ing expectantly for something, but she wasn't quite sure what it was.

Dad had been still for at least a couple of minutes when he tried again, gaining a bit before it became too tight.

Dad waited a couple of minutes more. This time he put his arms under Vicki's shoulders, grabbed on to them and rammed into her going all of the way. 'Ow!' Vicki howled her eyes flying open, the first word that was spoken since I woke up. Dad started to work slowly with Vicki but soon his pace started to pick up. He had her shoulders firmly in his grasp, so there was no getting away from him. But before long, Vicki started to fuck him too, and before they were done, it became a furious fuck. She had a violent orgasm, and that pushed him over the top, filling her cunt with his sperm, spurting deep inside of her.

Both of them were totally spent, and they collapsed on the bed to regain some strength. Madge was all over her calling Vicki her baby and wanting to know if it hurt her a foolish question I thought, given her cry of pain. Vicki told her that it really hurt for a minute, but then when she got into fucking, she forgot all about it. But there was enough blood around to prove that she had indeed been deflowered.

Despite the pain, she was all over Dad as if he was her long lost love and she wanted to fuck him more. Both Dad and Madge were very concerned about Vicki's welfare, but Madge told her that her fucking was over for a day or two, and if you don't believe me, just try it and you will find out what pain is all about. Madge went about gently cleaning up the blood and the cum from Vicki, and when she was cleaned up, sent her off to crawl into her own bed to have a good sleep. When Vicki left, she threw her arms around Dad, and told him 'that was wonderful, thank you very much.' We were both turned on, but Madge had her hands on him, so she got the first turn which was all right with me because I went to get a slice of toast and a glass of milk while they were fucking.

When I came back to the bedroom, I had a glass of milk and a couple of cookies for Dad. I sat on the side of the bed talking to him while he ate my little snack. I told him that watching what had happened made me sad because I had wasted my virginity on a no-account boy who didn't know what he was doing, just shoved it into me to get his rocks off. To see the love and care with which Vicki lost hers was a revelation to me. I asked him if Madge had ever told him how she had lost her's? When he told me no, I told him about her father raping her when she was only twelve without even lubrication. Dad only shook his head and said that it made you wonder sometimes about people."

"We spent most of the morning fucking and resting. I told Dad after what had happened, I wasn't a bit jealous and I thought it was wonderful for Vicki, but I just wanted to have him to myself for a while. Madge peeked in to check on us, a couple of times when I was half asleep, but when she saw that we were sleeping, she softly closed the door and went away.

Apparently Vicki had been banished from my Father's bed Saturday night so Madge and I had him to ourselves for the whole night. The girls came into the bedroom and crawled into bed with us giving us all good morning kisses. I watched Dad and Vicki and apart from him reaching under her night gown and put his hand on her belly, nothing else transpired between the two of them that I could tell. Madge got up to make breakfast for us, and we trooped downstairs a few minutes later to enjoy a pancake and sausage breakfast with steaming coffee to wash it down.

Sunday night was different and Vicki got to spend the night alone with Dad. I had no idea what happened in that room except from what I could hear in my bedroom next door to theirs. When Vicki came downstairs to breakfast, she looked beautiful with a radiant smile. Madge was kidding her about enjoying her honeymoon. Vicki only smiled. Madge took the girls home and we all left to go to work for the beginning of another work week.

She brought the girls back after work on Friday, and I found that Vicki and I were to sleep with Dad, Madge sleeping in the other room with Wanda. I can tell you that was an adventurous night when my Father got to enjoy all the sexual delights two sexy young women like us could give him. The first thing that Vicki did after closing the door was to pull off her nightgown and stick a tit in Dad's face for him to suck. He was doing a pretty good job of it too, when he reached down and felt her cunt with his other hand, running that long finger slowly through her cunt crack. I came up behind her, grabbed Vicki by the waist and wrestled her into the bed with Dad following us. From then on it was a bewildering array of tits, ass, cock and cunt, and you did what you could with whatever piece of anatomy that you happened to have in front of you. I was surprised at Vicki, she didn't seem to be a bit shy, and I can tell you that she was horny. Dad fucked the both of us, and it was wild that night. He was getting a lot of sex with Madge and myself, and now Vicki, so it took more effort to get him off, not that we girls minded at all. When I fucked him, it was after he had fucked Vicki in the missionary style, I got on top of him and fucked him silly. When he finally came, I was tired, and had more orgasms than I could remember. I was super horny when we got started, but that session took care of that.

Madge and Wanda came into the room in the morning. Madge kissed everybody and then went downstairs to prepare breakfast, while Wanda crawled into bed with us, between Dad and I. It seemed to me from the way that Wanda acted that she might be jealous of all the attention Vicki was getting, but it might have been that she was horny too, and nobody paid much attention to her. She was hanging on to Dad, pressing her body up to his and kissing him. While Dad was very friendly with her, I could see that he was not doing anything to her, even his kisses were chaste, more in the manner of silly foolishness than trying to turn her on.

I got into the act, grabbing Wanda and tickling her, and I would say that she was horny, but just didn't know what to do about it. Madge broke it up, calling us for breakfast.

I was surprised when later that day my friend Julie called me, asking me if I would be interested in going dancing tonight? She told me that her cousin Jeff was in town to start at the local university, and she needed a date for him so that she and Eric could make a foursome of it for the Saturday dance. She said that she couldn't just go with Eric and leave Jeff sitting alone in the apartment. I thought that a night out dancing would be a great change of pace and told her that I would love to go with them. Even if this Jeff turned out to be a total dud, I could have fun at the dance which was a very informal affair.

Julie came and picked me up after supper to take me to their place to have a drink with them and to meet Jeff before going to the dance. I liked Jeff immediately. He was two or three inches taller than me, and had a nice friendly smile. He wasn't what I would call an athletic build, but he wasn't skinny or too fat either. All in all, he was well put together.

We had an enjoyable evening, the band was good, as was the atmosphere in the hall, not like sometimes when fights would break out. I got the distinct impression that Jeff wanted to get in my pants, but he wasn't obvious or obnoxious about it. I can tell you that before the evening was over, I wanted him in my pants too. It wasn't that he was such a great guy or looked like a movie star, but that I felt comfortable with him.

When we got back to Eric's place, Jeff offered to drive me home, which he did. I invited him to come in, and we had coffee in the living room while talking. He was telling me about the courses he had signed up for at the university, while I told him that I was working for now, trying to save up some money to go there too. When the coffee was finished, I took the cups to the kitchen, and when I came back, sat with him on the couch instead of the chair I had been sitting in. I hoped that he would get the message that I was available, and he did, quickly too. He put his arm around me, and I cuddled up to him a bit but soon this was not enough for him. Nature being what it is, he was soon kissing me passionately, feeling my tits, and before long had a finger up my cunt.

That was enough for me, taking his hand, I locked the door, turned out the lights and led him to my bedroom, where we began undressing each other. Some women like their man to take them in a storm of passion, ripping their clothes off of their body, and that sort of thing, but I prefer a more sedate procedure, slowly taking the clothes off piece by piece, while taking the time to investigate the treasures as they are revealed. As soon as I closed the door, Jeff took me in his arms and gave me a wond-erful passionate kiss. I reciprocated by taking his shirt off. Another kiss and he took my blouse off. When my tits were revealed, he spent quite a lot of time licking them, sucking on them, and twisting the nipples in his fingers. I sucked on his nipples briefly when they were revealed. Then I dropped his pants and briefs to the floor letting his erect cock spring loose from it's confinement. It was a really nice cock too. I would guess about seven inches long, straight, with the head of it peeking out from under its foreskin. I couldn't resist peeling the foreskin back and kissing the head of it. Now it was Jeff's turn, and he carefully pulled my skirt down so I could step out of it. Then he pulled my panties down too. He had been very gentle up to this point, but when I stepped out of my panties, he very firmly propelled me to the bed, and laying me flat on my back, spread my legs and began eating my cunt. He was doing a great job of it too! When I reached orgasm, he got up, turned the bed down, and shooed me into it, then following me.

I thought he was going to fuck me, I was ready for it, but no he started playing with me. I was lying on my back, while he was lying on his side facing me. It was convenient for whatever he wanted, from kissing me to playing with my cunt, and he did it all, but took his time about doing it. When he finally shoved his cock in me, I was so horny, I was climbing the walls with lust. The moment his cock touched my cunt, I came for the sixth time.

We were fucking in the missionary position and Jeff was fucking me energetically. I was just about ready to enjoy another visit to paradise when he came strongly, his sperm shooting into my cunt. While I didn't get to paradise, I did enjoy a massive orgasm. That was it, the lights went out for a little while, and we slept.

It seemed to me that I only dozed off for a few minutes before something woke me up, something nice. Jeff had somehow managed to get me rolled over, and was gently fucking my cunt from behind. It felt delicious! When Jeff realized that I was awake, he reached around and began fingering my clit. That made things a lot more interesting. His turning me on had the effect of turning him on too, and the gentle fuck turned into his slamming into me with all the force he could muster. He came, really hard and the feeling of his hot cum spurting deep in my body did the trick for me, I came really hard too. This time it really was lights out for the rest of the night until I was awakened by something. I could see daylight in the window, I had thrown the covers off, and it felt as if a fly was walking around on my naked body, tickling me. Half asleep, I swatted at it, only to find that it was Jeff trying to wake me by running a finger tip all over me, letting the fingernail lightly scratch my skin.

Jeff gave me a nice good morning kiss, and that started things all over again. This time he wanted to fuck me doggy style on our knees on the bed. That was fun too, but nothing like last night. I heard Madge go downstairs to make breakfast and we were starving so pulled on our clothes without showering, to go and get something to eat.

We're sitting at the table when Dad walked in, and introduced himself to Jeff remarking that his daughter must have taken good care of him last night, judging from the sounds that were coming from her room. Jeff felt embarrassed, and didn't know what to make of this, not knowing Daddy, but they were soon chatting amiably about Jeff's university and his plans for his studies.

I think that Dad could read my interest in this young man, and out of the blue told Jeff that he could live with us to make his time at school more interesting. That surprised me, but it suited the both of us just fine."

I'm pretty sure that Julie must have told him that I was sexually active and therefore probably available. She certainly knew enough about me to know that. Even so, he didn't push it. Here was the man of my dreams, or so I thought, but there was no point in my trying to make myself into something I'm not. He will either take me and my family for what we are, or not, and so be it I thought to myself.

And so Jeff moved in and became a part of the house-hold. I laughed, Julie got flustered when she was talking to me about Jeff, starting to call him my husband, my boyfriend, well you know, your whatever, she said. I got a laugh out of that and Jeff became my whatever to me after that. But whatever he was to me, he became my man in my thoughts, my life and my bed. And he was very happy with that.

Another surprise was when Dad got on Madge's case about wasting money on her apartment, telling her that she was here all of the time, she might as well save her money and move in here with us. The girls too, if they wanted to. Our little family of just Dad and me had grown by leaps and bounds overnight and was better for the additions.

I wouldn't go so far as to say that I worshipped Jeff, but I can tell you that in matters of sex, all he had to do was crook his finger and I would be panting on the bed ready to go. I suppose a part of that was my naturally horny nature, but the other part was I adored the guy and could not do enough for him, sexually or otherwise. My neat little plan to save money for university was now out of the window. For now, I was happy with things the way they are. Later, when Jeff graduates and is practising his chosen profession, we'll see.

Jeff was slowly learning all of the family secrets, and his attitude was "if it turns your crank". With an attitude like that, how could we go wrong?

Madge officially moved in, and every week she would bring the girls home Friday night and take them back to Ryan's place Monday morning on her way to work. She told me that she was still friendly with her ex, but that she quit fucking him when she moved in with Dad.

Jeff was cool with Madge and the girls. They in turn accepted him as a part of the family right away. Wanda in particular thought Jeff was the coolest guy, and kind of looked up to him as maybe she would to a big brother. Vicki was another matter and I caught Jeff eyeing her up a few times. 'Don't you dare' I told him, but if you want to fuck her, I'll see if I can set up a threesome with her some time? I could see that he would go for that even though he probably wouldn't admit it.

I spoke to Vicki the next Friday when she came to the house with her mother, and although she was a bit reluctant at first, finally agreed. The next evening, Dad and Madge had gone out shopping taking Wanda with them, Jeff and I were in our room, when I sent him downstairs for something. When he came back and opened the door, Vicki and I were standing naked in the middle of the room, yelling "surprise". From the look on his face, I could tell that he was surprised, and that look was priceless! Of course, Vicki had done a threesome with Dad and myself, but I didn't know how she would accept Jeff, but I need not have worried, she did fine without being the least bit shy. She was turning out to be a horny little lady, but then, looking at her parents, she certainly came by it honestly.

Our little threesome got off to a good start with Vicki sucking on Jeff's cock to get it hard, while he was eating my pussy. Then he put her on the bed, spread her legs wide apart, and got his head right in there to eat her cunt out. In no time he had her moaning and thrashing her hips around on the bed. The moment she came, he tried to get on top of her to fuck her, but she wouldn't let him until he put a condom on. That done, he got on top of her and fucked her while I played with her tits. That brought her to another orgasm. He came moments later. Our threesome lasted less than two hours, but in that time Jeff fucked both of us twice, both of us sucked his cock and he ate out the both of us. There were lots of happy campers on that trip!

When I was talking to Madge, brought up this condom thing and she told me that Vicki had fucked her father a few times, and always insisted that he use a condom, even pulling up her pants one time, leaving him standing there with a big hard on. She told me that it was a part of the sex education they were getting at school to try and prevent disease. She thought that it was probably a good idea.

Conclusion

When Jeff came into my life, I quit fucking other men, even my Father. As the months went by love started to flourish in our relationship. I never made any pretence about being miss goody two shoes, but the days when I would fuck anybody that caught my fancy were over for me. We had done a couple of threesomes with Vicki and would do more, but only in my bed. I don't know what I would do if Jeff brought a guy home for a threesome, or maybe even a couple. I guess we will just have to wait and see if that ever happens.

I knew that it wouldn't bother me to see Jeff with another woman, providing that I was a part of the action, but I didn't know how he would feel seeing me fuck another man, and really didn't want to find out in case it would bother him.

Jeff did bring a girl home from the university. He told me there was a girl there he would like to fuck, and he thought she would be willing to fuck him. I told him to bring her home for supper first so we could both see how she could fit into a threesome. He brought Edith home with him in the middle of the week. She looked like she was in her early twenties, not a pretty girl, but she had the body of a well proportioned teenager with her slim figure and saucy little tits. Nothing happened the first time she came, and she slept over in the guest room where the girls usually slept when they were here.

The next time she visited us, Jeff and I started early with little touches, sexy talk and little things like that. At bedtime I came right out and asked Edith if she wanted to sleep in the guest room again, or would she like to sleep with Jeff and me. She was shy about it, but she made it clear that she would like to sleep with us.

The moment I closed our bedroom door, both of us took her in our arms, kissed her, undressed her between us. She was shy when we started to get down to bare facts, but when I started to play with her tits and her nipples, that broke the ice. When Jeff took her panties off and slipped his middle finger into her cunt slit, that really did it.
I suggested that we should gang up on Jeff and take his clothes off of him, which we did, while he pretended that he didn't want to lose his clothes. I let Edith take his boxer shorts off, which freed his cock that was already standing rigidly at attention. I noted that she sucked her breath in deeply when his cock sprang free. She placed one of her hands on his cock, and kissed the head of it before releasing it. She then teamed up with Jeff to get my clothes off of me as quickly as they could.

We put Edith in the middle of the bed, and both of us went to work on her. We both kissed her several times, then I started playing on her perky little tits, kneading them, sucking on them, and teasing the nipples that were standing up proudly. Jeff in the meantime was working lower down, rubbing her belly and her pubic mound. Her legs came in for a good rubbing as well, ending up on the inside of her thighs near her cunt. By this time it was more than obvious that Edith was really horny, her whole body squirming around and her legs spread wide. What an invitation for Jeff to start exploring her cunt with his hand. The moment he touched her cunt she began moaning as well, and her squirming around took on a whole new aspect with her thrusting her cunt at Jeff. I had to smile when I noticed the determined look on her face, so I bent over and put my lips firmly on hers, trying to force my tongue in her mouth. My tongue was doing battle with hers at the same moment that Jeff started rubbing her clit. She was so excited she bit my tongue and I was afraid she had bitten it off!

I looked at Jeff and he nodded to me. I bobbed my head up and down. Edith had her eyes closed tightly as Jeff took his position on top of her and I guided his rock hard cock into her fuck hole. It really turned me on to see that cock that I knew so well penetrate another woman's cunt inches from my eyes. I was fascinated to watch the head of his cock push her cunt lips aside to gain entrance to her love canal. As he started to move in her, I watched his cock pushing its way into her, and as it was being pulled back, it looked like her cunt was trying to follow his cock, trying to hang on to it, not wanting to let go. Jeff was an energetic fuck, and Edith wasn't doing too badly herself, bouncing her ass around on the bed trying to keep up with Jeff.

According to Jeff, Edith hadn't been getting much if any sex since coming to our university. She was sure making up for lost time now, and there was no way that this could go on for much longer. It didn't, she had a tremendous orgasm, moaning and squealing as she began to thrash around. That turned Jeff on, he came, pulling his cock out of her to shoot his jism all over her tits and belly.

Edith closed her eyes again, feeling weak after such a powerful experience as her coming together with Jeff. I was horny as hell after watching Jeff and Edith fucking, but had to wait as he had collapsed on top of her when he had reached his orgasm. Lying beside them, I lightly caressed both of their bodies with my hand,

In time, Jeff returned to life and wanting Jeff's cock in me as quickly as possible, I got on my knees with my legs spread and laid my shoulders on a pillow, putting my ass in the air with my cunt spread wide open. I knew that the sight of my ass would be a powerful enticement to Jeff, and I was not to be disappointed. Jeff got on his knees between my legs and started rubbing my slit with the head of his cock. I could tell that his cock was semi-hard, but as he continued to rub it up and down, his cock started to get very hard, and I really got turned on before I had to come. That turned Jeff on too, and he slammed his cock into my waiting cunt.

As Jeff started to doggy fuck me it intrigued Edith and she couldn't take her eyes off us. She finally got curious enough to get involved, not as a participant, but as an interested observer. Looking at the action from behind, and looking through Jeff's legs, Edith was intrigued with the action. Finally, she couldn't resist feeling whatever interested her. Jeff's balls flopping around, banging up against my cunt really got her attention, but we spoiled her investigation when we both exploded in our climax and collapsed on the bed.

We spent the night playing our sensual games until we passed out for the rest of the night. In the morning we got Jeff and Edith off to the university before I left for work. In the weeks and months that followed, Edith was often welcomed to our home and our bed. She became like one of the family and when her year at school was up, she cried when she left to go home. Not many dry eyes here either.

Life being what it is, Wanda reached her eighteenth birthday. For a week or two before that time, she had been invited occasionally to join Jeff and me in bed, not for anything sexual, just to lie in bed with us in our night clothes. She actually slept in Dad's bed a few times with Dad and Madge or Vicki. Again, with us nothing sexual was involved, just the idea of being in bed with other bodies. I was not there, so I don't know what happened in Dad's room, but I would assume that eventually lots did, like it had been with Vicki. When it came time for her to lose her virginity, the task was delegated to Vicki and I to help Dad.

Madge brought the girls home with her after work on the evening of Wanda's birthday. She was planning to have a proper birthday party on the weekend, but we did have a little cake with candles that was served with ice cream. Madge gave her a present, a beautiful nearly transparent nightgown.

This was Wanda's night and I went to Dad's room with Vicki and Wanda. Dad kissed us all, one after the other as we got into bed with him. I was first, then Wanda, Dad and finally Vicki.

At first, Dad paid all of his attention to Wanda, hugging her, kissing her and lightly running his hands all over her body, not missing any of the interesting parts, but not lingering at any place. The room was warmer than usual and the lights were low, but we could see everything clearly. She was wearing her new night gown, and Dad never touched her skin, but I could clearly see his hand pass over her tits and feel briefly of her cunt. He kissed her several times as he was doing this. It was hard to tell how Wanda was feeling about all of this, but she was passive, offering him no resistance as he held her body close to his.

It's hard to say how long he devoted his attention to Wanda before turning it to Vicki, but when he rolled over and started playing with Vicki, it was obvious that he was getting ready to fuck her. By now, the covers were thrown off, Vicki was naked, and Dad was running his hands all over her body like he had done to Wanda. But now he was feeling her tits, kneading them, sucking on the nipples and feeling her pubic mound, sticking his finger a little way down her cunt slit. Vicki hadn't given any indication yet that he was turning her on, but he was doing wonders for me I can tell you, thinking about all of the times that he had done these things to me, and thinking about what was to happen as well.

Dad started suck on Vicki's tits noisily and tweaking the nipples by twisting them in his fingers. She started to wiggle her ass around a bit as Dad turned his attention to her pussy mound, sticking that long finger of his down the beginning of her crack. Her legs were tightly closed, but when his finger started to invade her crack, they began to slowly part. She was lying on her back, and when Dad put his hand on her cunt, her legs opened even wider giving his better access to her cunt. As he began moving his hand, Vicki started moaning slightly. Wanda and I were lying on our sides watching what was going on intently. My arms went around her and I held her tight as we watched this seductive scene.

Dad held his hand on Vicki's cunt for what seemed like quite a while before he started gently rubbing her pussy lips before inserting a finger in her fuck hole. He slid one finger in and out of her a few times, then put a second finger in her and finally a third, still sliding them in and out of her. By this time Vicki was really moaning and rolling her hips around, but when he started rubbing her clit with his thumb, you could see that she was really horny. Dad took his fingers out of her cunt and moved her on the bed so he could eat out her cunt. She was lying flat on her back with her knees up and her legs spread wide open. Dad got down on his knees on the rug beside the bed, and bending over brought his mouth to her dripping cunt. When he began to chew, lick and suck her cunt, Vicki started to come, and came twice again before Dad stopped.

I was getting really horny, and I am sure that Wanda was too, but that was what this was all about anyway. The idea was to show her the joy of sex, before she had to experience the pain.

When Dad got up off of the floor, Vicki moved up on the bed in the normal position, lying flat on her back with her legs spread apart. Dad got on his knees between her legs, and took his cock in his hand. Wanda sucked in a very deep breath when she saw his cock in all its splendour. Dad pushed the head of his cock up to Vicki's cunt, rubbed it around a bit, and then shoved his cock all the way into her. We could see their pubic hairs mingle and there wasn't a condom in sight! He held his position for a few moments, then started to thrust into her, and finally began quickly thrusting deeply into her. Vicki was moaning loudly now, and was thrusting her ass to him, meeting every stroke he made in perfect time with him. Vicki started to thrash her head from side to side and screamed as her orgasm hit her. That was enough for Dad, he came too and collapsed on her.

When he had recovered, he presented his shrivelled up cock to Vicki and she sucked it until it returned to it's rampant state. Then he turned Vicki around and got her to get on her knees with her head on a pillow at the bottom of the bed. Her knees were spread a little and he got on his knees behind her, took his cock in his hand and steered it toward her sopping wet cunt hole. We could plainly see her cunt, the lips wide open, and her hole with Dad's cum oozing out of her. Then we could see the head of his cock slide in the hole, pushing the pussy lips out of the way, sliding into her until we could see his balls slap against her cunt near her clit. This time he didn't waste any time but began to slam into her as far as he could get, every time. Soon we could see that he was straining to come and I got so excited I felt Wanda's tits and her cunt through her night gown. She welcomed me by putting her hand on mine and holding it against her cunt. Her lips were swollen and I slipped my finger down to her clit to gently rub it in a circular motion until she came. I held her very tightly until she had reached the end of her spasms, then kissed her on her bare shoulder. Nothing was said, and there was no need to say anything.

That was incredible. Dad, Vicki and Wanda had all cum together, and I was not far behind. That was the end of the show as they pulled up the bed clothes to go to sleep but I was so horny, I couldn't sleep. I lay still as one by one they dropped off to sleep. Vicki was still in Dad's arms, and Wanda in mine. Instead of my horniness going away as I lay there, it was getting worse. I tried moving a couple of times and nobody seemed to move, so I got up to go to my room. I woke Jeff up, fucked him silly, and then went back to Dad's bed.

As the early morning light was beginning to filter through the window, I started feeling Wanda's tits, waking her up. We pulled her nightgown off, and I went back to her tits, feeling them gently. Then I rubbed my hand over her belly and finally moved my hand down to her cunt. She opened to me eagerly and I found that her cunt was wet already. Well that was a good start, but she must have been well aware of what was in store for her after her sister had the same experience a little more than a year before. I didn't finger her because I had long fingernails and might hurt her, besides I thought it best to leave that part of it to my Dad. After all, that was his job. I gently felt every part of her cunt, and then started rubbing her clit in a circular pattern with my fingertip until she reached orgasm. I held her tightly in my arms until the tremors finally subsided.

Wanda was lying on her side facing my Father when he woke up. He smiled at her, rolled on his side to face her and gave her a nice good morning kiss. Then he put his arm around her and pulled her to him. She willingly came to him, pressing her body to his, as he put his hand on her ass to pull her against his hard cock as he started kissing her, pushing his tongue into her mouth. Wanda was away ahead of him, sucking his tongue into her mouth, and obviously horny, began little movements of her body.

When Dad wanted to put his right arm under Wanda's shoulders, she readily accommodated him. When his arm was in place he grabbed her upper body and rolled with her until she was on top of him. I noticed that his cock was between her legs, right beside her cunt. But Dad's motive was fun, as he pretended to shake her, and he put his lips to her shoulder and blew hard making a sound like a fart that made Wanda laugh, adding a touch of levity into something that was getting very serious. After wrestling around for a minute or two, rolling back and forth, he rolled her on to her back beside Vicki. Then he got down to serious business, beginning to kiss Wanda hard their tongues dancing a sensuous duel."

"As Dad was kissing her, his hand was playing with her tits and when he tired of her kisses, he began sucking on her tits. Then he started tweaking her nipples and biting on them. That had a remarkable effect on Wanda, she was rolling her hips around and moaning, even though Dad was trying to make a joke out of it by threatening to bite her nipple right off. Wanda wasn't laughing at this point as her mind was somewhere else. She was in bad shape, really horny, almost unable to contain herself, as Dad began rubbing her belly. When he felt of her pubic mound, Wanda was almost going berserk, her legs wide open, arching her back to lift her ass off of the bed, as she was thrusting her cunt toward his hand. She screamed in pleasure when Dad's hand finally began feeling her cunt, and when he put his finger in her fuck hole, she came, a jerking, thrusting storm of passion that took over her body. Dad didn't help matters any when he started rubbing her clit with his thumb. That only prolonged the spasms that were rocking her body.

Even while Wanda was lost in her orgasmic paradise, Dad was busy working his fingers in and out of her cunt until her could get three of his fingers in her without trouble. Leaving his fingers in her cunt, motionless, he held her tightly until things calmed down. When the spasms died down, and Wanda was quiet again, he took his fingers out of her cunt, and got on top of her, kissing her all over her face, neck and shoulders. Finally, giving her a nice long kiss on her lips, he took his rock hard cock in his hand and pressed it against her cunt. Its lips were swollen and parted, so that the head of Dad's cock was rubbing right at the heart of her being. He rubbed it up and down her cunt a few times before stopping with the head of it pressing against her fuck hole. She had been still as he was rubbing his cock on her cunt, but when he pushed it in her an inch or so, she went off again with another screaming orgasm. Dad held a steady pressure against her as she was orgasming, gaining another inch or so from her movements. When it seemed that he had gone as far as he could go, he stopped, holding a steady pressure on her for at least a minute as he was reaching under her, and grasping her firmly by the shoulders gave her a mighty thrust, rupturing her hymen. Wanda screamed and started to cry. Dad stopped for about twenty seconds, and paying no attention to her crying, began to fuck her. Shortly, despite her crying, Wanda started fucking him back. Then they began fucking in earnest, and when Wanda reached her orgasm, Dad shot his load into her seconds later.

With his cock still in her, Dad put one leg over hers, and rolled them both on their side where he continued loving Wanda, kissing her and holding her tight. She was very loving toward Dad but didn't exhibit any desire for more fucking just then. When she looked down and saw the blood and cum leaking out of her pussy, she laughed and gave Dad a long loving kiss.

Saturday night, we had a proper birthday party for Wanda with a cake, candles and lots of ice cream. After the party, when all of the guests had gone home, she got to spend the night alone with Dad. I don't know what happened in that room but they both looked wonderful in the morning, satisfied too! Again, Madge was kidding Wanda about enjoying her honeymoon. Wanda seemed to like that.

After that, Wanda fucked Dad sometimes. Madge told me that she had fucked her father, Ryan, as well, and eventually Jeff and I had a few threesomes with her. She turned out to be a lovely, loving, horny lady, a joy to be with.

While many people will ridicule our way, but it would be hard to find a better way to deflower young virgins. In the past, the headman of the community was given the duty or privilege of taking the brides' virginity. We may think this a barbaric practice, but what alternatives are there realistically? The back seat of a parked car with a young guy that had no idea about what he was doing, just an overdose of hormones? Or perhaps the virgin bride who has been rushed off her feet by a young man who has little if any sexual experience. It sounds like an idyllic situation, but too many of these girls have been raped by over eager husbands who have been led to believe that they now have dominion over this desirable female, and they want to exercise their rights, now.

All of these methods place a young woman, hardly more than a girl, in a position where she is alone, at the mercy of the man that is to take her virginity. How is left essentially up to that man and can range all the way from pure rape to a loving situation with a man like my Father. What may seem like the ideal way to do things may be the beginning of a troubled marriage. If the bride links the pain to the headman who took her virginity and the pleasure to her groom, is that the wrong way to go about it? I would vote for my Father's way of going about this ritual as he turned out two loving girls, horny for sex, not the frustrated frigid wife that many husbands find their bride to be once the honeymoon is over. I also commend Madge's wisdom in seeking a better way for her girls after experiencing a truly horrendous initiation to sex herself,

But this book is supposed to be about my Father, not for the rest of us who have paraded through his life. As for my Father, I know that he was fucking Madge regularly, Vicki frequently, and now Wanda occasionally as well. So I doubt that he will really miss my fucking all that much, If indeed he could find the time to fuck me now anyway, after looking after his harem. Of course any thing can happen and maybe one day (or night) I'll climb back in his bed once again, who knows? One thing I do know for sure, he is a wonderful guy!

While much of this book details our sexual experiences, that was only the half of it. Some say it's the interesting part of life, or maybe the most interesting, but we have always enjoyed a rich family life as well, a tradition we hope to continue when Jeff and I start our own family, if we can ever find the time.

It was probably a lonely time for my Father after my Mother died. True, he had me, but I'm sure that he often pined for adult companionship. I can't really associate the sexy guy I know today with the one that stuck with me all of the years that I was growing up. I hope that it has made up for those days with a loving, very horny woman by his side today, and two very horny part time daughters who just love to take care of his every carnal desire. fini