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I lay on my back on the bed with my knees in the air,
feet dangling loosely, legs spread wide. With my left
hand I held a hand mirror, positioned at an angle over my
crotch, so I had a full view of both my sensitive holes.
My right arm was stretched down the length of my body,
wrist bent sharply around my smooth buttcheek.

My cunt oozed slippery juice in excitement while I
watched the pale puckered orifice of my sphincter gently
sucking like a sea anemone, as my middle finger probed my
steaming little teenage anus. It was so hot! My butthole
was so tight, clinging to my stiff finger, the feel of
the tender tissue inside my body so erotic -and that hot
tingly burning sensation as I fingerfucked my hungry
asshole made me moan quietly to myself.

After a few minutes of watching this deliciously erotic
sight, I dropped the mirror and moved my left hand to my
clit. The poor little pink love bud was sooo lonely. The
instant I began to strum it with my thumb, I started
cumming, my moisture drooling down my crack, coating the
finger in my anus.

Kee-rist, was I pissed when the phone rang!

“What!?” I barked into the receiver.

“Umm… Rachel?” Said the voice on the other end. It was
Chris.

“Yeh-usss,” I said, rather impatiently, still gently
moving the finger in my asshole back and forth. My pussy
was literally dripping and I was in no mood to wait.

“Hi… whatcha doin’?”

Oh, not now Chris, I thought. I really don’t have the
time. So I told him.

“Playing with myself.” I shifted the receiver underneath
my chin, so I could put my other hand back to good use.

“No shit?” He said, though I could tell he didn’t believe
me.

“What do you want, Chris?” I began to whine at him, “I
was just about to cum and you’re pissing me off.”

“Sorry.” He said, sounding genuinely hurt. “I just
thought I’d see if you wanted to fuck.”

What’s that? Somebody callin’ my name?

“Well, why didn’t you say that? Is Jesse cummin’ too?”

“No, ” He said, rather cautiously. “She’s out of town
shopping with Mom. But, um… I could bring somebody
along, if you want.”

“Chriiiss,” I chided him. Have you been telling our
little secrets?”

“Just to this one guy, Rache -I swear.” He assured me.
“He’s my best friend.”

“Does he have a big dick?” I asked, twirling an index
finger in little circles around my clit.

“Shit, Rachel, I don’t know!” He said, flustered by the
question. But I had a feeling he did know.

“Come on over,” I said, smiling to myself. “Nobody home
but me.”

I jumped in and out of the shower, to rinse off the sex-
sweat and pulled on a cute black sweater-dress that
barely covered my buttcheeks. I debated whether or not to
wear panties, just to tease them with, but I figured they
wouldn’t be on long enough to matter, anyway.

The guys gawked and stammered nervously when I answered
the door. I just turned and went on into the living room,
bouncing on to the couch to perch on my knees. The dress
rode up, exposing my soft thighs and the lower half of my
furry mons.

“Oh, man.” blurted Chris’ friend, staring in disbelief.

“Toldja she was hot.” replied Chris.

I smiled at them sweetly and ran my fingers through my
golden bush.

“Wanna kiss it?” I half-whispered.

“No shit!” said the new guy, dropping to his knees and
waddling over to the couch. I leaned back against the
sofa, still on my knees to thrust my crotch forward, and
he pressed his nose against my pubic hair, nuzzling my
pussy. I reached down, spreading the lips with my fingers
to give him a better view and he began licking my little
pink clit like a puppy, lapping and smacking, covering
his face in my juices and his saliva. I purred and
motioned for Chris to come up.

He stepped up onto the couch to stand beside me and undid
his jeans, taking out a beautiful full grown erection and
pointing it at my face. I leaned over and slid my mouth
over the tip, closing my lips around the crown and
sucking gently, then going all the way down the shaft.

“Aaaah.” Chris closed his eyes and stroked my neck.

“Mmmmph.” mumbled his friend as he kissed his way up my
belly, rolling the black dress up as he went. I grabbed
it at my midriff and pulled it off over my head, so he
could suck and fondle my breasts as he stood.

“Oh, that feels niiice,” I said to him. “What’s your
name?”

“Daryl.” He said, switching his mouth from breast to
breast. He reached down with one hand and fumbled his
dick from his pants. Leaning back a little, he began
rubbing the engorged head against my wet slit, up and
down, against the labia and clit.

“Mmmm.” I moaned, taking Chris’ cock out of my mouth and
leaning forward to kiss Daryl. He frenched me back
deeply, swirling his tongue around mine with obvious
hunger.

Well now, I thought, that’s unusual -I just took his
friend’s cum-drooling dick out of my mouth and he doesn’t
mind kissing me?

When we broke from the kiss, I went back to Chris’ cock
for a moment, sucking it deeply, licking along the shaft,
then offered it to Daryl.

“Wanna taste?”

He looked at me, unsure. Looked at the glistening spit-
slick erection in my hand. Looked at Chris, who was
watching us both through half-closed eyes.

“Will somebody put their mouth on my cock, please?” He
grumbled.

Daryl leaned forward and plunged his face onto his
buddy’s thick pink hard-on, sucking the stick all the way
into his mouth.

“Too fucking cool.” I said, more excited than ever.

A few minutes later we were all naked in a pile on the
floor, Chris on his back, with me kneeling over in a
sixty-nine, Daryl plunging into my soaking pussy from
behind, doggie-style. Occasionally, Daryl would pull his
slippery cock out to rub it back and forth in the crack
of my sweaty behind.

I sucked and pumped Chris’ swollen prick, pulling and
stroking with my fist while my tongue teased and flicked
around the head. He tongued and kissed my pussy eagerly,
lapping at the shaft of Daryl’s cock as it slid back and
forth above his nose. Nibbling and kissing Daryl’s
wrinkled sac, Chris reached up and grasped his friend’s
turgid dick by the base, stroking and milking it as it
fucked into my slimy cunt. I could feel Daryl’s head
begin to twitch and quiver inside me.

“Oooh, I’m gonna cum!” He grunted, jabbing into me in
harder, deeper strokes. “Mmm, here it is, baby!” He
pushed his hips against my ass and froze.

Moving quickly and surprising us both, Chris reached up
with his free hand and pushed against my buttcheeks,
knocking me slightly forward. His other fist still firmly
clenching Daryl’s cock, he yanked the swollen meat from
my anticipating pussy, his mouth opening into a wide
hungry yawn, tongue sticking straight up just like a baby
bird’s, just as Daryl’s thick, creamy load came spurting
in sticky white gobs to cover Chris’ greedy face.

It squirted across his chest, across my sweaty bottom,
across his closed eyelids, into his mouth to cover his
wriggling tongue. Chris rubbed the still spasming dick
against his cheeks, scooping the globs of warm sperm into
his mouth using the blunt purple head as a spoon. He
licked Daryl’s cock clean and lay there panting.

“Too… fucking… COOL.” I said, watching in amazement,
this was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

I turned myself around to straddle Chris’ own rigid dick
and slid it into my now flaming cunt. “You guys are
fucking amazing.”

I wriggled my hips back and forth, around and around,
sliding up and down on Chris’ cock, leaning over to brush
his lips with my nipples.

“Unnh!” He said, and spurted a warm load of his own into
my thrashing twat. “Thanks.” He mumbled against my
breasts.

“You’re not done yet.” I said to him, getting off. I lay
back on my bottom, spreading my legs wide, holding my
nether-lips apart with my fingers, so both could see
Chris’ thick, creamy jism oozing from my bright pink
vagina, to run down the crack of my behind.

“Come and get it, guys.” I grinned at them, and they both
grinned back, licking their lips and crawling toward me.

The incredible sensations as the two of them buried their
faces together in my widespread crotch had me wriggling
and squirming across the floor. I felt my back press up
against the edge of the couch and my feet planted firmly
on the carpet, lifting my bottom up to meet those two
writhing tongues.

“Ooooh, GOD!” I moaned, as I shuddered uncontrollably in
wave after wave of blasting orgasm. Tingling wet pleasure
swirled and danced around my straining clit as their twin
mouths nibbled and sucked at my pussylips, lapping up the
sticky, stringy cum that drooled warmly from my
squeezing, contracting cunt.

“Stop! Stop!” I begged finally. I’ve gotta rest!” The
guys came up grinning, both their faces shiny with cum
and lubrication.

They both lounged on the carpet, looking sleepy and
satisfied, while I went off to the shower to stand under
the soothing jets of hot water for a while. When I came
back, they were both dressing hurriedly.

“I gotta get Daryl home,” Chris explained. “He’s supposed
to be grounded.”

“Hey, wait,” I said, fluffing my hair with a towel. “Can
you drop me off at my Dad’s?”

(( CHAPTER FOUR ))

“Dad’s got all kinds of neat music paraphernalia,” I was
telling Chris as I opened the door, “Records, CDs,
autographed promotional stuff -it’s a pretty big
collection.” The house was silent as we stepped inside,
but I knew Dad must be around somewhere, his car was in
the drive.

“I don’t hear any music -he must be cruisin’ the
cybernet,” I told Chris, “When Dad’s not jammin’ to
dinosaur rock, he’s usually yakkin’ at strangers on the
computer networks. I swear, sometimes I think he’s having
sex with his keyboard or something.” I wasn’t too far
wrong.

I strolled down the dim hallway and stuck my head around
the doorway of Dad’s office, ready to call out “Yo, dad
whazzup?” or something equally inane, but the picture on
the computer monitor snagged my attention. It was a full-
color shot of a naked teenage girl, her lips wrapped
tightly around the most enormous erect dick I’d ever
seen, while thick streams of milky cum purled down her
face to drip from her chin.

My stomach went tight and a little queasy and my vaginal
muscles contracted slowly and involuntarily. Suddenly the
whole room seemed kind of distant and unreal, except for
the face of the girl in the picture. It wasn’t so amazing
that Dad might have a nasty picture on his computer
screen, or even that he might have a thing for a cute
teenage girl. The weird part was, the girl looked just
like ME.

I turned my head to look at Chris standing beside me in
the door, but he just gaped, open mouthed, looking even
more dumbfounded than I felt. I looked back, waiting for
him to comment on the resemblance, when I saw my Dad -I’d
been looking OVER him. He was sitting in the chair before
the monitor, bent over double like a paper doll.

I’d have thought he was dead or something except for the
bobbing motion as his head moved slightly up and down,
but it wasn’t until he came up a little farther, gasping
for air, that I saw his shiny wet dick poking up from the
waistband of his sweats, and knew what he was doing. My
Dad was sucking his own cock!

“Too. Fucking. Cool.” I blurted, not realizing at first
that I’d spoken aloud. The wheels in my head were turning
so fast I couldn’t grasp and hold a single concrete
thought. I was in like, Maximum Overdrive. While Chris
may have been the fulfillment of his sister’s deep dark
incest fantasies, mine had always been my dear ol’ Dad.

Of course, I’d always imagined that when I was finally
ready to take the plunge, it would be a warm’n’snuggly
Dad’n’daughter cuddle kinda thing -but it was a little
too late to turn and tiptoe out of the room now. ‘Oops-
sorry, I’ll come back later.’ just wasn’t gonna cut it.

Dad froze for a moment, then slowly, stiffly raised
himself and turned his head toward me.

“Didn’t think you were gonna get here till later.” He
said, with a very embarrassed grin. His dick twitched in
the cool air and I stared at it in open awe. It was
bigger and lots thicker than any I’d had, puffy and meaty
looking -a really big mouthful, and I was suddenly aware
that I was salivating.

“Oh, shit!” Dad said, apparently noticing Chris for the
first time.

I gave a quick glance around, to see that Chris, too, was
silently ogling dad’s beautiful cock.

“That’s really cool, Dad.” I said, trying to deflate some
of the awkward tension in the room. I looked him in the
eyes, sliding my hands into the back pockets of my shorts
and thrusting my chest out a little, to be sure he caught
a look at my nipples through my T-shirt.

“Well… it isn’t exactly something I ever intended to do
for an audience.” He said, still smiling weakly. For a
moment I was afraid he might ask us to leave and just
pretend it had never happened.

“I didn’t think that was even possible for humans.” Chris
volunteered suddenly, “I tried it once or twice when I
was a k*d, but I couldn’t even come close.”

“Me either,” dad grinned crookedly, relaxing a little. “I
read about it in Penthouse Forum when I was about your
age -some guy wrote in claiming he did it all the time.
It sounded pretty hot to me, so I tried it. Lay down on
my back, threw my legs back over my head and lay there
wishing with my stiff dick dangling about six inches
above my face.”

“So how’d you figure out how to do it?” Chris asked,
still stealing glances at my father’s lovely erection.
Dad didn’t acknowledge the admiring looks, but I noticed
his cock pulsing and quivering just a bit, a gleaming
drop of cum welling up at the slit of it’s head, just
begging to be licked off.

“It’s not so much a specific trick, as just teaching the
body to learn the position,” Dad said, “At first I
noticed that when you’re upside down, you can catch your
feet under something like a drawer or a headboard ledge
and use it to curl your body even more tightly. That’s
how I learned to get the tip past my lips. Later, I
learned that if you loosen up the back and shoulder
muscles enough, you can do it sitting down like this and
get even more -sometimes about half the shaft.”

“Wow,” gushed Chris, still staring at Dad’s dick with a
faraway look in his eye, and I knew what he’d be doing
when he got home.

“You mean you’ve been doing this a long time?” I asked
him. Obviously my Pop was a lot kinkier than I’d ever
thought. “Does Mom know?”

“Your mother was never interested in anything so unusual.
I tried to turn her on to a few things, but she just
didn’t want to know. She thought things like this were
perverse and disgusting.”

Oh, you poor baby, I thought, let me make you feel all
better.

“Perverse, maybe,” I said, walking over to kneel at his
feet. “But no way disgusting! Show me that again, Daddy,
that was really hot!”

I looked up at him from between his legs and he leaned
forward, his eyes locked with mine.

I thought he was going to kiss me, even started to raise
my lips to his, but he reached under his thighs, locked
his elbows around his legs and his mouth descended
straight onto his still erect cock, the head pushing past
his puckered lips, till he had the first half of it
buried in his mouth.

Then he came slowly up, and I watched from inches away,
as the shaft eased wetly, a millimeter at a time out of
his swollen cheeks, the crown of the purple head finally
appearing just before it popped out, waggling stiffly in
the air. He licked around the head, then dived onto the
pole again, now bobbing up and down, sucking in earnest,
his spittle drooling down the shaft and around his tight,
wrinkled scrotum.

I couldn’t believe I was actually seeing this! It was so
amazing, I just stared, getting wetter and wetter. With
one hand I reached up unconsciously and began to fondle
my breasts. I was enraptured in the sight, fascinated by
the idea of watching my own father actually orgasm a full
load of his sperm into his own mouth. On the other hand,
it just wasn’t in me to sit by and be only a spectator.

“Mmm,” I purred, leaning forward finally and whispering
into his ear. “Let me help.” I took his gorgeous penis
tenderly from his mouth and devoured it with my own.

“Aaaah,” Daddy groaned, sitting up in the chair and
smiling down at me. He glanced over at Chris, still
standing in the door, who had taken his own hard cock out
and was watching the two of us, stroking it sensuously,
the first bead of cum just appearing at the engorged tip.

Dad motioned Chris over to us. “C’mere.”

Chris walked over to stand beside us, still massaging
himself. Dad reached up, took Chris’ hand, pulled it away
from his stiff cock and leaning towards him, plowed his
mouth onto Chris’ rigid pink meat.

“Oh, man!” Chris moaned, putting his hands on dad’s head,
as my father grabbed him by the hips and plunged my
friend’s cock deeper into his sucking mouth. I could tell
Dad was incredibly turned on by the ravenous way he was
slurping Chris’ dick, it was obvious he was relishing the
delicious young cock -his own massive meat was swollen
rock-hard between my plunging lips, pulsing like it might
burst in a creamy explosion any second.

I wondered if Dad was so hot because he’d never done
anything like this before, or if he just really liked
sucking dick… of course, it could have been the fact
that his own cute’n’sexy teenage daughter was
simultaneously giving a sloppy lip massage to his own
rigid pole. Either which way you looked at it, Dad and I
were clearly entering the beginning of a beautiful new
father-daughter relationship and I was loving it!

“Change-up!” I exclaimed, pulling Dad off the chair and
onto the floor, leading him by his now slippery dick.
Chris’ cock popped out of Dad’s mouth as we went and
Chris followed us onto the carpet. I quickly pulled off
my shorts and yanked my T-shirt over my head. Dad stared
hungrily at my breasts, like he just couldn’t wait to
suck a whole one all the way into his mouth. The thought
gave me excited little chill bumps.

“Somebody has gotta fuck me now!” I said, lying back on
the floor and parting my legs, so Dad could get a good
look at my fresh pink pouting lil’ pussy. I was dying to
feel that big fat whopper in my tight wet cunt.

Dad looked up at Chris, like he thought the boy might
argue with him about who got to fuck me first. Maybe he
thought Chris was my boyfriend or something. Chris just
smiled, his saliva-wet hard-on still bobbing in front of
him. “Been there, done that, bought the T-shirt… go
ahead, man.” The little smartass!

Dad leaned over me, lowering his face to mine, in a real
kiss this time. I raised my head to meet him, my right
hand combing through his hair as I opened my mouth and we
twirled our cum-sticky tongues together. I kissed and
tongued him soulfully, tasting him, fucking his mouth
gently with my tongue, probing and searching. I made love
to him with my lips, ending the clench by biting tenderly
on his lower lip and slowly releasing it.

He kissed his way down my neck, across my chest, nibbling
my nipples with his lips, pinching them in tiny bites
with his teeth. I moaned aloud when he slid his warm
palms under the cheeks of my ass and lifted my bottom off
the floor, burying his face in my pussy, sucking the lips
between his and flicking at my clit with his expert
tongue.

“Oh god, Daddy!” I squealed as he spread me with his
fingers and sucked my stiff little nubbin into his mouth,
swirling his tongue around it. His thumb slipped into my
soaking hole, fucking back and forth as he licked me and
I squirmed uncontrollably, panting and bucking.

“Oooh, Jesus, Daddy -put your dick in me, please!” I
whined, reaching between my legs and grabbing his cock.
He moved his body over mine and I rubbed the blunt head
of his dick against my nether-lips. He slid all the way
into me in a single smooth, wet stroke and I began to
orgasm instantly from the wonderful feel of his huge
thickness stretching the hungry walls of my cunt, filling
me up more completely than anything I’d ever experienced
before. I thrashed my hips about wildly, grabbing his
upper arms tightly as my entire body shuddered violently,
deliciously.

“Daddy, oh god, Daddy!” I screamed, thrusting up to meet
him, clambering for every inch of him. I wanted all of
him inside me, even his tender balls, every bit of his
sex, stuffed – buried up inside my warm pussy. I couldn’t
stop cumming, yet it still wasn’t enough. I couldn’t hold
enough of him to feel that I’d thoroughly satisfied that
perfect cock -and at that moment, I lived to please him,
to make him cum in screaming ecstasy, to give him the
same overwhelming pleasure that I was experiencing.

I felt a warm fleshy prodding at my lips and opened my
eyes to see that Chris had knelt beside us and was
feeding his own prick toward me, rubbing it back and
forth across my lips. I lapped and tickled it with my
tongue, while I continued to writhe my hips and buck on
my father’s cock.

Dad put his lips down on mine, trapping Chris’ rigid pink
penis between us, sliding the head into his mouth, to
suck the slippery cum that was drooling from the tip in a
shiny strand. I licked Chris’ wrinkly balls, gently
sucking them each in turn. Above me, Chris moaned, his
head rolling back loosely on his shoulders. The moaning
turned to a light grunting and I could tell he was about
to cum.

Inside my clenching cunt, Dad’s cock swelled up suddenly,
even larger than before and began to quiver and pulse.
Pulling back, he reached down with one hand and yanked
his spasming meat out of my pussy. I nearly screamed at
him to put it back, but he was already up on one knee,
his big dick aimed straight at my now slimy face. Before
I could even open my mouth to catch it, his steaming
sperm came blasting at me in pearly ropes, drenching my
cheeks and splattering across Chris’ dick and balls to
drip off his steely erection in thick, creamy strands.

The hot sight of Dad’s yummy jism electrified Chris, too,
and his own excited prick began to jerk and throb,
spurting even more sticky cum across my face and breasts,
some even spattering onto my father’s cock and thighs. We
were all dripping with milky male love cream. I scooped
it off my face in thick gobs and sucked it off my
fingers, rubbing the rest into my breasts and cheeks. It
smelled sooo sexy.

The guys sat back on the carpet, panting, while I lounged
on my back, just feeling the sticky liquid cool and dry
on my warm flesh. Dad seemed kind of lost in a daze, but
he was smiling. Chris looked around for his jeans and
stiffly rose from the floor.

“Whew!” He sighed, “It’s been fun, gang, but I really
gotta get goin’. Seeya tomorrow, Rache.”

“Maybe,” I smiled, waving goodbye from the floor. “I may
just stay home and snuggle with my Daddy.”

*

When I opened my eyes to the early grey light of dawn the
next morning, I was already smiling, the corners of my
mouth turned up in what must have been the most blissful
of sweet dreams. I basked in the most delicious feeling
of comfort and warmth I could remember having ever felt,
my father’s big strong body stretched out next to me in
bed, my tender breasts pressed into his side, one arm
sprawled across his chest.

We’d made passionate love until the wee hours of morning,
but it was nothing like the kinetic frenzy of lust
yesterday with Chris had been. Daddy had taken me with
such tenderness and affection, I thought I’d die and go
straight to heaven. He so gently mouthed my breasts,
kissed my open lips, and slowly, unceasingly, deeply
fucked me for hours upon hours, until I forgot my own
name and simply became the orgasm.

My trembling sensitive pink pussy became one with my
Daddy’s cock, until we were like this eternal symbol of
father-daughter sexual love. I’ve never experienced
anything even remotely like it in my life, and I love to
fuck. I never knew really good sex could make you, like,
hallucinate and stuff, but when he came inside me and
filled me up, I swear I saw God. It was beautiful. My Dad
is beautiful, and if I never do anything else right in my
life, I just hope I can be the kind of girl that deserves
a wonderful lover like him.

“I love you.” I told him, as I kissed his forehead and
eyelids to wake him up. “More than anything.”

“Mmmm.” He moaned softly. “I love you, too, baby.”

“I want to make you happy,” I said, stroking his bare
chest. “Do whatever you want me to. Beat me, whip me, cum
on my face. I wanna be your dog.”

He rolled his head toward me and kissed my blonde hair.
“That can be arranged.” He smiled. “Are you serious?”

My soft hand strayed toward his semi-hard dick, toying
with it, feeling it stiffen. I turned my head toward his,
so my mouth was at his ear.

“Do me.” I whispered. “Any way you want.”

(( CHAPTER FIVE ))

“Ouch!” I complained as Dad snapped the second pair of
handcuffs onto my wrists. My arms were stretched so wide
between the bedposts that it made my shoulders ache. My
ankles were tied together with a lightweight rope- the
kind some people still use for clothesline, which was
wrapped over and around the foot of the bed, so I could
get up on my knees, but I couldn’t move from side to
side, or turn around. With my shoulders stretched at such
a high level, I couldn’t even turn my head to look behind
me.

“From this point on, you will refer to me as Master.” Dad
said, from behind me. I could hear him doing something,
but I couldn’t tell what.

“Okay.” I agreed, without really thinking.

Something snapped loudly, making me jump a little, and a
bright blossom of red-hot pain tattooed itself on my left
buttcheek.

“Oww, god-damn!” I cried. That hurt!”

Daddy’s voice came from behind me again, quiet, but firm.
“What did you say?”

I’m not stupid. I got the idea pretty quickly.

“Yes, Master.”

“Better.” He said. “I will allow you ‘Daddy’ and ‘Father’
in front of others. But you must never address me without
one of these titles of respect.”

“Yes, Father.” I replied meekly. I don’t usually consider
myself a submissive person. In fact, I’m pretty
independent and headstrong most of the time. But I love
my Daddy, and if this was what he wanted, I’d learn it
for him.

The loud SNAP rang in my ears again, and I gasped aloud
as the venom of a dozen wasp stings blistered my bottom.
Tears welled up in my eyes, but I refused to let myself
whimper or whine.

“What did I tell you?” Daddy asked.

“I’m sorry, Master.” I said, as submissively as I knew
how.

The stinging heat bit my poor smooth ass again, layering
fresh pain on top of the throbbing stripes I’d already
earned. I thought hard, trying to figure out how I’d
disobeyed, my mind racing to come up with the answer
before he whipped me again. What had he told me, that I’d
missed?

“You told me I must call you Master or Daddy or Father.”
I babbled hurriedly. Then it clicked. “And that Daddy and
Father are allowed only in front of others! Forgive me,
Master!”

I felt his gentle hand caress my burning bottom, coolly
stroking my flushed cheeks.

“That’s my girl.” He said, a smile in his voice. “You
learn quickly.”

*

I peered through the peephole to see who was ringing the
damn doorbell so insistently. It had to be one of my
friends, Dad’s grownup friends generally have a little
more tact. Through the teeny periscope I saw Jesse,
dancing impatiently from foot to foot and smacking a big
wad of gum.

“Hi.” I said, opening the door and stepping back to let
her in. She froze for a moment when she saw me and her
gum chewing slowed, but didn’t stop. I was naked, except
for a silver slave-chain about my waist and a leather
collar around my neck. She stepped past me, smiling
hesitantly, not knowing quite what to make of the look.

“Cool.” She said, “Your Dad go away for the weekend and
leave you the keys, or what?”

Then she saw Dad, lounging on the sofa, still in his big
loose bathrobe. I could tell she was piecing the
situation together in her head, but couldn’t quite bring
herself to vocalize it, lest she’d guessed wrong.

I padded back across the room, and sat on the floor at
Daddy’s feet, like he’d taught me to do. I wanted to be a
good, obedient slave. Daddy’s spankings hurt.

“Good morning.” Jesse said, kind of nodding at Dad, her
eyes darting nervously about the room.

“Morning, Jess.” Dad smiled. He was browsing the Sunday
paper, but I knew without even looking he was also
stealing glances at Jesse’s trim little raven-haired bod.
Her jeans clung snugly to her slender, shapely thighs and
though her tits were barely more than a swell of her
chest, the dark chocolate color of her perfect quarter-
size nipples showed clearly through her cream-colored
blouse.

Jess sat down on the couch and looked at me, still
smacking her gum. I could tell she had a million
questions, but was too shy to ask them in front of Dad.

“So what happened to Chris?” She asked me. “I couldn’t
have dragged his lazy ass out of bed this morning with a
tow truck, and he says it’s all your fault.”

Dad just grinned and looked at his paper. I smiled at
Jesse and cocked my head. “Hmmm… can’t imagine… ”

Dad looked up at Jess quizzically. “Did he say anything
about his dick being sore?”

“Well, he didn’t say that,” Jesse began to grin herself.
“But I suspected that might be part of the problem when I
offered to blow him and he just groaned and rolled over
to go back to sleep.”

“Oh, that’s terrible!” Dad said, setting the paper aside.
“You poor girl -you can’t start your day without
breakfast, it isn’t healthy. Rachel, offer our guest some
cock.”

“Yes, father.” I said, like a good little girl. I got up
on my knees, opened the front of Daddy’s robe and grasped
his already stiffening dick in my fist. I slid my mouth
over it and ran my tongue up and down it a few times, to
make sure it was really rigid, then I offered the thick
tube steak to Jesse. “Mmmm- have some, please.”

Jess had stopped chewing her gum and just sat there,
staring in amazement at the hefty sumptuous dick
glistening with my saliva that bobbed in the air before
her as it pulsed in my fist. I swear I could hear her
tight little pussy lubricating as she stared.

She took the gum out of her mouth and slid off the sofa
to kneel beside me, her movements slow and trancelike.
Her right hand reached out to gently take the fat pole
from my fist. She squeezed it, stroked it, rested its
weight against her palm. Then she leaned forward, eyes
closing in sensual ecstasy, to rub it against her face,
inhaling it’s scent.

“Mmmm… ” She purred. “Gotta have it.”

She took each of Dad’s huge, satiny balls into her mouth,
one at a time and tenderly made love to them with her
tongue. Her mouth ran smoothly up his shaft and she
engulfed the big purple mushroom of his cockhead, barely
stretching her mouth enough to insert it. I watched in
rapt adoration, my best friend giving my father a savory
and affectionate blowjob, as he lay his head back on the
sofa groaning in pleasure. My hand slipped to my crotch
and I began to rub my soft pink slit, the viscous juices
already flowing freely.

“You like that tasty cock?” Dad asked Jesse, smiling at
her through slitted eyes. Jesse just moaned and smiled
back. “Bet you’d have loved seeing it yesterday, when it
squirted white hot cock-cream all over your big brother’s
pretty pink dick.”

Jesse took dad’s meat out of her mouth, still pumping it
with her fist and gasped. “Oh, god, -wow!” She marveled.
“That’s so hot! You’ve gotta do that again, so I can see
it.”

“Only if you promise to lick us both clean, like Rachel
did.” Daddy said, reaching out to stroke Jesse’s hair.

“No problem,” said Jess, lapping dad’s cockhead. “Love
that cum -gotta have it!”

“You should’ve seen Dad slurping away with Chris’ cock in
his mouth,” I said from behind her, still slowly
massaging my clit, “While he deep-fucked me.”

“You guys!” Jesse whined, whipping her head around to
glare at me in mock-anger. “How dare you have all that
fun while I’m not even here! I’m never going out of town
again!”

“Well, I guess we do kinda owe you one,” Dad grinned.
“We’ll have to plan a little party for next weekend to
make up for it. Rache- ” He motioned me over next to
Jesse. “You wanna help your friend finish up here?”

I quickly scooted over to his knee, so I could lean in
and take turns with Jesse, lapping and sucking at Dad’s
swollen erection. He sat there moaning quietly, watching
our two ravenous teenage mouths coaxing the cum from his
turgid rod. When he finally came, it wasn’t a lot –
between the mini-orgy with Chris and the night of passion
with me, his balls were pretty drained, but Jesse and I
tongue-warred over the small amount of his delicious
cream that there was. We shared the sticky goo in a deep
french kiss as Dad lay back on the couch with his eyes
closed, smiling to himself.

(( CHAPTER SIX ))

The next couple of days were pretty uneventful, just
school and hanging out and babbling on the phone and
stuff, which was just as well -most everybody I knew was
a little shagged out and crotch-weary from all the hot
fun we’d had over the weekend. I did think about it a
lot, though, and once in awhile I couldn’t help rubbing
my poor tired pussy a little.

The knowledge that I was now my father’s submissive sex
slave really blew my horny little mind. If he’d called me
up and told me to come over and fuck an elephant in front
of a TV news crew, I’d have been there in an instant,
sore pussy or not, kneeling, curtsying and saying “Yes,
Master,” with my young pink bottom in the air.

As the week wore on, I found it harder and harder to
concentrate on schoolwork, thinking about what Dad had
said about all of us partying together the next weekend.
I kept visualizing all the different possibilities and
combinations that could lead to, and after awhile it
induced such an intense state of constant nervous
horniness, I felt almost sick to my stomach with sexual
desire.

So I was having more than a little trouble finishing my
homework by Wednesday afternoon. I sat at the kitchen
table, fiddling with my pencil, thinking about calling
daddy and masturbating with him on the telephone. I
thought he might like that, and I knew I could really get
off listening to his sexy voice and visualizing him
squirting a delicious, rich load of cum from his heavy
prick and licking it off his fingers while I lightly
fingered my moist little clitoris.

Unfortunately for me, Dad wouldn’t even be home from work
for another hour and a half. I folded my arms and rocked
back and forth, the excess nervous energy making me
shiver. I stared and stared at the workbook in front of
me, but it was like the words were in a foreign language,
they just wouldn’t sink into my brain. Finally, I managed
to absorb enough of the dry, boring text to realize I
needed a dictionary to do the stuff.

I guess I ought to keep one on hand, but I read and
communicate really well as a rule, so it’s not often I
have much need to look up words. This time, though I
couldn’t do the work without one, so I got up from the
table, bitching to myself and started searching the
house. The house is like, full of books -we’re all big
readers, but I’ll be damned if I could find a single
dictionary in the whole place! Finally I sat down on the
couch, chewing my thumbnail in exasperation, to rack my
brain one last time.

Mom’s room! There was a bookshelf in the headboard of her
bed -it was the only place in the house I hadn’t looked.

I sauntered back to Mom’s room and flopped on the bed,
scanning the row of volumes in the headboard case.
Politics, science, historical fiction, a couple of porno
novels Dad had left when he moved out -I’d read those
already, fingering my virginal little snatch into a
frenzy when I was ten… not a single friggin’ dictionary
in sight!

“Well, I sighed to myself, raising up on one arm to roll
off the bed, “I guess Mom and I will be cruisin’ to the
bookstore when she gets home.” That’s when I saw the
dickhead.

It was peeking out from between the mattresses on the
side by the wall. For awhile I just lay there, staring at
it. It was huge, even bigger than Dad’s, a weird kind of
pinkish-orange color that only rubber can achieve, with a
tastelessly realistic vein running back from the head,
along the shaft and disappearing into the crack between
the mattress and box springs. I had one kind of like it,
hidden under my own mattress, only mine was prettier,
with a hollow bulb at the bottom that, if you filled it
with a thick non-toxic liquid and heated it in the
microwave for just a minute, would actually squirt a hot
load inside you when you squeezed it.

Mom’s was much bigger, though, and made of some kind of
highly dense, thick rubber. I could tell it was heavy
even before I reached under the mattress and pulled it
out. I had no idea just how heavy until I yanked it loose
and saw that it was nearly two feet long! I held it up
and marveled at it’s immense length and thickness, and
the fact that it had a head on each end!

“Too fucking cool, Mom.” I laughed to myself. My parents
were turning out to be just full of surprises. I’d always
thought of my Mom -especially- as so straight, it was
almost embarrassing to know something so secret and
intimate about her. Still, I couldn’t shed my amazement
at the mental image of my mother stuffing this giant,
super-thick cock into her hot wet cunt… and once the
picture had formed itself in my head, it wouldn’t go
away.

The sexual tension already humming through my nervous
system notched up even higher and I felt sure I was going
to hyperventilate. I held the giant dildo up to my nose
and inhaled, sniffing the strong scent of rubber, and
underneath, the fainter, more delicate, acrid and musky
scent of a hot, slippery pussy. I held the enormous shaft
to my chest and flicked out my tongue to lick one of the
bulbous heads. It was tart and tangy, and my nipples
stood instantly on end, from the knowledge that I was
tasting my own mother’s cunt juices.

I stretched my mouth as wide as I possibly could, and
eased the huge egg-shaped knob between my lips. It barely
fit, bloating my cheeks out wide, my face so full, there
was barely room for me to run my tongue around it, so I
could lick the jumbo rubber head clean. I could smell my
mother’s fragrant cunt on the smooth toy and the odor was
intoxicating.

*

“RACHEL ROUNDHEELS, just what in THE HELL do you think
you’re doing!?”

I swear to god, I jumped completely out of my skin! I
jerked my head around without even thinking, to face Mom
standing in the doorway. I still had the big dickhead
stuffed in my mouth -it was too large to just yank out,
I’d have lost teeth- and I felt my face immediately start
to burn crimson in humiliation. I eased the dildo from my
lips and stammered, “I’m sorry -I was just goofing
around, Mom -I came in here looking for-”

But she was already gone, into the adjoining bathroom,
the door slamming sharply with a sound like clapping
thunder. Before the echo had even died, I heard her
sobbing in embarrassment. I never felt like such shit in
my life. I love my Mom completely and I’d never do
anything on purpose to make her feel bad. Besides, I was
pretty embarrassed myself -I must’ve looked like a total
dipshit standing there with a two-foot rubber schlong
hanging out of my distended face.

I went to the closed bathroom door, and tapped my finger
on it, knocking. She stopped sobbing aloud, but there was
no reply.

“Mom,” I pleaded, “I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to
upset you or anything. I found it by accident, I swear. I
was just messing around with it, I know I shouldn’t have,
but I guess I got a little… I dunno… turned on.
Please don’t be mad.”

Still there was no reply. I stood there, feeling more
stupid and worthless than I’d ever thought a person could
feel, trying to think of something to say that would make
up for the humiliation I’d caused her. Then the door
opened.

“You got a little TURNED ON? Is that what you said?”

“Well, yeah,” I said having trouble making eye contact.
“It was kind of hot thinking about… what you do with
it.”

Mom smiled at me gently, almost laughing. “Don’t k*d
yourself, dear, she said, hugging me, “It’s not nearly as
nice as the real thing.”

“Oh -no, Mom,” I explained, her breasts pressing against
me making my stomach do flip- flops again. ” I mean, I
was thinking about what you do with it.” I decided to go
for broke, even at the risk of embarrassing her or making
her angry again. “That’s why I wanted to taste it.”

She sort of froze in mid-hug, but she didn’t let go. I
could feel the sexual electricity passing silently
between us -it’s kind of an aura-mingling thing that
tells you somebody wants you even before they’ve ever
said a word. I could tell she was turning on, even if the
turn-on was freaking her out.

“Honey,” She said quietly, over my shoulder. “Don’t you
think your first experience should be… with a man…
the way nature intended? ”

I almost giggled, but choked it back.

“Mom, I said, leaning back to look her in the face. “I am
way beyond the ‘first experience’ stage.”

“Oh.” She said, looking mildly surprised, obviously
unsure what to say next. “I see.”

Clearly the time for words was rapidly passing -if I let
her go on trying to babble her way into a comfort zone,
the whole situation would just become unbearably awkward.
Probably nothing would ever happen and we’d never even be
able to discuss it again. I decided to go with decisive
action instead. So I reached up to stroke her face and
gently kissed her on the lips.

“It tasted wonderful.” I whispered.

She didn’t try to break the kiss, so I lingered at her
mouth, licking her upper lip, biting the lower one,
sliding my tongue into her mouth.

“Mmmm,” I moaned against her neck, gently biting her
throat. “Show me how it works.”

I sat down on the edge of the bed, next to the fat dildo,
and kicked off my sneakers. While I was wriggling out of
my jeans, Mom sat beside me, a glassy, bewildered
expression on her face, mechanically unbuttoning her
blouse. “You know, I… I’ve always fantasized about
having a bisexual experience -eventually,” she said,
looking rather dazed. “But I’d never have believed that
one day I’d make love with my own daughter.”

I stood up on my knees on the bed, in just my panties and
white tank top, kissed her again, then pushed her back
onto the mattress, nuzzling her breasts as I undid her
bra. The instant they were free, I began sucking hard on
her big brown nipples, going back and forth between them.

“It just seems so… perverted… but it feels…
wonderful… ”

“Shut up, Mother.” I mumbled against the warm fleshy
globes.

She broke into a grin, but she stopped talking. I felt
her warm hands gliding up my thighs and caressing my
bottom. Mom tugged on my panties, pulling them down to my
knees, then slipped her fingertips between my legs,
probing and exploring. I put my mouth against her ear.

“Mmmm, touch my pussy, Mom. Feel my slippery wet cunt.”

She did. Her fingers danced around my nether-lips,
slipping inside to tease, then back up my slit to
tenderly polish my clitoris. I rotated my ass in the air,
plunging back to engulf her coy fingers. Once in awhile,
her middle finger would slip against my tiny pleated
asshole making me gasp and grunt -at first I thought it
was just by accident, then she pressed harder, popping
inside, up to the first knuckle.

“Ooooh, god, that’s sooo incredibly hot, Mom!” I moaned,
biting hard on her rigid nipples.

“You gotta do me, too, baby” She said, pulling her
fingers out and reaching under me to undo her skirt and
yank it and her panties down her legs. we both discarded
the last of our clothes so we could seriously indulge in
each other’s flesh.

I crawled back over her, grabbing the giant double-dong
from beside us, and began rubbing it slowly back and
forth across her slit, bending to spread her cuntlips so
I could lap her clit, too. My tongue forayed down her
labia, occasionally slipping between them, into my
mother’s moist and tasty vagina. When she was really
dripping and slick, I started easing the huge rubber dick
knob up inside her. She grunted and wriggled her hips,
fucking back at the hefty nightstick.

“Mmm,” Mom purred, “You, too, Honey, come here.” She
shifted herself around on the bed, so we both had room to
stretch out, and positioned me on my bottom at her
crotch, our legs pretzled over each other.

Our cunts were nearly mouth-to-mouth, just a few inches
apart, and she took the big rubber dick’s remaining head
and pushed it against my own slippery opening. I rotated
my hips, lubricating the manikin meat with my juices so
that it slid in more easily. Still, it was huge -I felt
it stretching my vaginal walls even wider than Daddy’s
thick cock had done. Once it was in, the sight was such
an incredible rush, I couldn’t stop thrusting my ass back
toward Mom.

The huge rubber cock was buried deep in both our
stretched and hungry holes, only two or three inches
could still be seen protruding from our swollen, puffy
pink pussies. Every time one of us moved, it caused the
dildo to plunge deeper into the other.

We were fucking each other with every twitch of our hips.
Both of us began to cum, our vaginas contracting over and
over on that enormous firm penis that writhed and plunged
as we bucked, just like a real cock. I lay there heaving
and sweating, fucking Mom hard, leaning back on my elbows
so I could watch her big tits bobble and shimmy as I
thrust the cock into her dripping snatch. She was
groaning and panting herself, reaching down once in
awhile to rub my clit and massage my labia as they sucked
at the pink rubbery telephone pole stuffed into my
widespread cooze.

Finally, Mom eased her end from her slimy slit and moved
up over me to kiss my breasts, neck and tummy. I felt her
reach between my legs and continue to fuck me with the
dildo. It was so sweet. She kissed her way down my belly
to my mons, and began lapping at my pussylips while she
slid the imitation dick in and out slowly. I just closed
my eyes and floated on the endless orgasm, moaning
softly. Then I felt something nudge my crack and press up
against my asshole. Mom was trying to push the other end
of that giant dildo into my bottom.

“No-no-no!” I protested, laughing. “It’s too big!”

“You wanted to know what I do with it,” Mom grinned up at
me wickedly. “This is my favorite trick.”

She rubbed the huge head in my own cunt juices, which
were running in slippery rivers from my pussy, and
pressed it against my asshole again, harder this time.

“Mom!” I squealed, in real pain. That rubber thing was
fucking huge!

She kept pushing, slowly, gently, but it didn’t help -the
thing was just too big! “Mom” I cried again. “STOP IT!”
The giant knob popped past my screaming sphincter and
shoved its way up into my hotly burning butthole. It felt
like it was going to split me wide open, but good gods,
was my pussy on fire! “Oh, Jesus, Mom!” I panted. “That’s
so good. It hurts, oh god it hurts -I love it!”

It was all true, my poor abused bum felt like it would
tear from the overload, but my little ol’ clit was hard
as a pebble and my two full fuckholes wouldn’t let me
stop cumming! I shuddered and shook and trembled, and
somewhere along the way, I passed out.

I came back to conscious-land with Mom kneeling over me,
lightly kissing my forehead. The dildo was nowhere in
sight, but the tingling and aching in my butt and the
warm, stretched and satisfied feeling in my pussy weren’t
going to let me forget it anytime soon. I reached up and
took one of Mom’s big breasts in my hand and nuzzled it,
smooching the nipple.

“That was nice, Mom.” I said dreamily.

“Are you okay, honey?” She asked me, smiling. “I know it
was kind of uncomfortable going in, but I really thought
you’d like it.”

“I loved it, Mom.” I sighed, “How about you?”

“It was the most exciting sexual experience I’ve ever had
in my life, Rachel.” She said. “Thank you for making it
happen.”

“I’m glad you had a good time, Mom, “” I told her, “I
love you.”

Then a sly and wicked thought occurred to me and I smiled
up at her tenderly. “What are you doing Saturday night?”