6 comments/ 117301 views/ 15 favorites Chatting with Daddy By: elleann I was in my red flannel jammies and Daddy was wearing his blue flannel ones when I went into his bedroom to say goodnight. I don’t always do that. I used to when I was little but I don’t anymore except when I feel like it for some reason and I did feel like it then. Daddy was sitting at the computer and he was typing. I decided to sneak up on him and give him a surprise hug. I tip toed barefoot across the wood floor. Even though I am eighteen and a senior in high school, I still love surprising Daddy and making him laugh and I was almost giggling myself as I thought about him jumping in his chair when I put my arms around him. Hmmmm, Daddy seemed to be in some kind of a chatroom, I realized, when I looked over his shoulder at the screen. I got a little closer. Jeepers, what kind of a chatroom was this? It said, “Incest” in big letters on the side of the screen. Daddy finished typing what he was saying and hit the enter key. I had to blink twice when saw what came on. “Bigdick: yeah, I have this same incest fantasy all the time. It is driving me crazy.” I must have made a noise because Daddy suddenly turned around. I thought he was going fall out of his char. His face got beet red as he looked at me. He sputtered but he didn’t really say anything. Daddy was trying to block my view of the screen by sitting up as high as he could but I could see half the screen over his shoulder. “Ninehardinches: Tell us about it bigdick. Is she a hot? Does she love to fuck?” This was very interesting. Plus it was making me tingle all over. Daddy’s computer chair is wide and it swivels. It cost a lot of money, I know, because I was with my Mom when she bought it for him for Christmas last year. “Hmmm, Daddy, I want to see this,” I said, and I hopped onto his lap, folding my legs under me between Daddy’s legs and the arms of his chair. Daddy went “oomph” but he didn’t push me away. I think he was too startled to do anything. I leaned into him, looking over his shoulder at the screen. I could feel my left breast pressing Daddy’s face through the flannel top. It felt nice but I was more interested in the naughty words that kept popping up on the screen. “Daughterfucker: So, bigdick, are you the same bigdick who was telling us about your Thanksgiving dinner fantasy where the cherry pie gets burned up in the oven so they put the cunt up on the table and the family eats her for dessert?” I squealed when I read that. I couldn’t believe that Daddy could be so naughty. I was very disappointed in him and very excited at the same time. I couldn’t figure myself out. Well, I decided to let Daddy know that I knew all about his naughty ways so I started to read Daughterfucker’s statement out loud for Daddy, who couldn’t see it of course because his face was buried in my flannel top. I was about half way through reading it when Daddy moved his mouth on my breast. Then he bit my nipple through the flannel, not hard but he bit it and he moved his teeth back and forth on it almost making me pass out! “Hey, what are you doing?”, I yelled, pulling back from him. “I was just biting on one of your jammy top buttons, what’s the matter with that?” “That wasn’t a button, Daddy!” Daddy laughed. His face was still red but he looked more together, like he was starting to enjoy himself. “Well, I guess it was one of your buttons, sweetheart, the buttons you show off all the time in those tight jerseys you like to wear.” “Hmmm,” I said, because he was right about that. “So, Daddy who is the person in your fantasy who gets up on the table. Let’s see, um, is it Aunt Ginger because she is very pretty.” Daddy laughed. “No it’s not her.” “Well, is it Grandma. I mean she is kind of old but she is very nice. Or is it Nancy, she and Greg are coming this year and she is very cute (Greg is my brother, he is 24 and Nancy is his wife, she is the same age).” Daddy shook his head. It wasn’t either of them. “Hmmmm. It can’t be Mom because she is your wife and that’s not incest. Hmmm, you don’t mean….me, do you Daddy?” My nipple was still tingling from Daddy’s bite and I was still totally amazed he had done that to me and just as totally amazed about his fantasy, which of course was to fuck me if I knew what incest meant, which I did. Hmmmm, I thought, Daddy was bad to have thoughts like that! I am really disappointed in him. I wonder what it would be like. Daddy groaned. “It’s hard enough looking at you but to have you sitting in my lap and teasing me when you are half undressed is UNFAIR.” I didn’t know what to say to that. It wasn’t my fault I look like I do but I guess it was my fault that I wear tight jerseys a lot and short shorts and bikini swimsuits and that I do this because I like it when guys look at me and I even liked it when I would catch Daddy doing it, to be honest, but I mean I never like encouraged him to get naughty with me the way he was being naughty now. All of a sudden, Daddy got a lot naughtier. A wild look came over his face then he grabbed the front of my jammy top and totally ripped it open, making all the buttons pop off and go flying all over the place. “Daddy!”, I cried, shocked at what he had done. I looked down at myself. My breasts were exposed, like totally, and they were peeking at Daddy with their hard pointy nipples and Daddy was peeking back at them. He was more than peeking! “Sorry, sweetie, I had to do that,” Daddy said. He was breathing a little heavily, I thought. “I’ll buy you some new pajamas. Don’t tell your mother, ok.” “Ok, Daddy.” I could feel something underneath me that I hadn’t felt before. I had a pretty good idea what it was. I don’t know if Daddy was aware of it then or not, I mean aware that he was pushing a big bulge against me right where my cunt is, because Daddy was just staring at my breasts as if he couldn’t believe he was seeing them right there in front of his face almost. I squirmed a little on his bulge. Mmmmmm, I liked it. Daddy’s eyebrows shot up. “Whoa, watch that sweetheart.” “Ok,” I giggled, and I slid off the bulge. Now it was in front of me and both Daddy and I looked down at it. The buttons were open on Daddy’s jammy fly and in the opening his white boxers were showing stretched tightly over the bulge. I was very impressed at how big and strong looking the bulge was. It seemed like the bulge was trying to escape from that open fly but the underpants were holding it back. Then the bulge began to wiggle. “Oh!”, I squealed when I saw the bulge do that. I have an uncle who can wiggle his ears and I guessed that Daddy could do the same thing with his hardon and that he was wiggling it to see if he could make it slip through his shorts. He could have just reached down and taken it out but he didn’t do that. Instead, he kept wiggling and wiggling it. I could have reached down too, but I didn’t either. I was too afraid for one thing. So Daddy and I watched the bulge wiggle and I think we both got the idea in our minds that if the bulge could wiggle free and get out of Daddy’s jammies and stick up in the air and be a big hard cock then the bulge would be able to have whatever it wanted and if the bulge failed then it would have to stay where it was and be disappointed, and Daddy and I were like an audience watching to see which one would happen. Daddy was trying so hard with his wiggling the sweat began to run down his cheeks. He gritted his teeth as he watched the bulge move this way and that way in the open fly of his jammies. And then it happened, like all at once. He had wiggled it until he got the fly of his boxers lined up with the open jammy fly and then it just, bang, popped right out, like a jack in the box and I found myself staring at Daddy’s cock. “Oh gosh,” I whispered. I could see why Daddy called himself Bigdick in that chatroom. Daddy didn’t say a word. Suddenly his arms went around me and then my jammy bottoms were coming off and my panties with them. I held my breath and closed my eyes. I felt the air on myself where my panties had been. Daddy pulled the jammy bottoms and my panties completely off and dropped them on the floor. He picked me up by my hips and put me over his cock. I looked down as I was being lowered to where Daddy wanted me. I lost sight of Daddy’s big hardon a second before I felt it against my cunt. The cock pushed into the opening of my cunt and then Daddy just let me sink down on it. His cock was too big for me, really, so it went in a little at a time, slow but steady because my cunt of course wasn’t strong enough to hold me up. My weight forced my cunt to open wider and wider for Daddy’s big invader and then, pretty soon, it was in me all the way and I mean all the way. Daddy lifted me then and I rode part way off his cock but not all the way and then he let me down again, then up and down and up and down and down and up and down and up. Daddy is real strong. I don’t think any of the boys I know could have just lifted me up and down like that so easily, as if I were a sex doll or something, but that is what Daddy did. Neither one of had said anything since we had first watched his bulge wiggle and we still weren’t talking to each other. I was moaning, though, and sighing and gasping. My breasts were bouncing as Daddy fucked me and Daddy was watching them do that. My breasts are pretty firm so they don’t bounce a lot even when I am being bounced but they do a little and they are cute when they do and Daddy liked watching them, I could tell. He also liked fucking me. His eyes got watery and he was breathing through his mouth and he began to make these mumbling noises that sounded a little like words but I couldn’t understand them. I came before Daddy did, which was no big surprise. I was thrashing around and making noises and I think I hit Daddy in the face without meaning to but it didn’t slow him down. He pumped me as fast as he could, driving his cock into me really hard and making me want him to fuck me forever and then he came, and boy was it something! His orgasm was so forceful it made me cum all over again, but right in the middle of his spurting Daddy let go of me and I lost my balance and fell off him onto the floor. Daddy’s cum shot up in the air and landed right on me, all over breasts and my face. I lay there panting with Daddy’s cum on me, gazing up at him as his own gaze cleared and he looked down at me. A strange look came over Daddy’s face. “What the heck is going on?” “Well, you just fucked me Daddy for one thing.” “Good heavens, Elsie, did I really fuck you? Oh my God!!” I sat up, feeling the cum getting sticky on my face. I didn’t wipe it off because I wanted Daddy to see what he had done since he seemed a little confused about things. “It hurts my feelings, Daddy, if you don’t even remember that you fucked me. I mean you really shouldn’t fuck me, Daddy, but if you are going to fuck me you should at least remember that you did. What is the matter with you? Are getting senile or something.” I felt cross now. I stood up and picked up my jimmies and started putting them back on. “I…I do remember. Of course I do. I just am dazed by it all and amazed that it happened. I got carried away by the moment. I hope you are ok.” I wiped my face now and I wiped the cum off my breasts while Daddy watched me. I could see he was starting to feel better. “I’m ok,” I smiled. “You wanted to fuck me, Daddy, you told the people in the chatroom that you did.” “A dream come true,” Daddy smiled. “Yes. Sometimes people have the same dream over and over again,” I said softly, buttoning up my jammy top but doing it very slowly so Daddy could have a nice long look at my breasts. Daddy laughed in a strange way, as if is something was getting stuck in his throat. “Yes, yes, sweetheart. Dreams do that. Maybe they come true a lot, too.” I yawned and stretched. I felt warm all over and very happy and sexy, too, and I kissed Daddy on the cheek and walked to the door, making sure I wiggled my bottom as I went. “So, Daddy, do you think Grandma will be making a cherry pie for Thanksgiving?”, I asked. Daddy laughed. “We’ll find out tomorrow, honey. She always does.” “Maybe she will burn it up this time by mistake,” I said, making Daddy laugh again before I left the room and went to bed. Tomorrow was going to be a fun day. Thanksgiving was always great. We always had wonderful food and a lot of company and a good time. Next Chapter – Thanksgiving Dinner Chatting with Daddy Ch. 01 It no longer mattered. It no longer mattered that 18-year-old Alexa was sliding her hand down her stomach, making circles with the tips of her fingers as she approached her thighs, entirely skipping over her smoldering crotch to tease herself, letting the build-up and feeling last as they long as they might. With her fingers at her inner-thighs, the University of San Diego freshman teased herself, inch by inch dragging her fingers closer back up toward her crotch. Build-up. Anticipation. That's what drove her, and for two hours, the anticipation had built up. Out of nowhere, it'd sprung up like a spring flower, taking her by surprise, and though it was uncomfortable at first, she'd somehow embraced it, and now, was determined to release the tension and desire that'd built within. With the tip of her index finger, the slender brunette softly pulled on the side of her white panties, allowing just the tip of her finger to touch her left pussy lip. She could feel the heat radiating from an area she'd come to be familiar with ever since she learned what sex and desires were. Yet, this time, it was different. This time, it was almost taboo -- something she'd never experienced before. Settling her finger in the middle of her slit, now moist and secreting both heat and a warm clear substance, she guided her finger upward, sending thousands pleasurable waves through her clit and up her spine, as her finger came in contact with her clit, gently pushing her hips up in the process as she closed her eyes. "Ugh," she gasped, as her finger traveled back down and parked itself at the entrance of her pussy, which her teenage juices drenching the pink, tiny opening. She pushed in, reminding herself to take it slow. This was what the seduction would be like. Not quick, but slow and gentle at the beginning, until she finally gave in. Be realistic even if it's only a fantasy, she reminded herself as she pushed, deepening the tip of her finger into the warmth of her teenage pussy and letting out another gasp as all the pleasurable nerves sent signals up her spine and toward her brain at the same time. Then, and only then, only when the pleasures of the finger gliding itself within her, the thumb brushing back and forth against her clit, with one leg flexed on the couch and the other resting on the floor, did Alexa allow herself to get lost in the fantasy, for it'd finally turned realistic. "Hmmmm, daddy," she groaned as she began to finger-fucking herself, imagining her slender fingers to be that of her dad's, and her dorm room to be the couch back home. Images of her on the couch, laying on her father's lap, flooded her mind. Though much similar to the famous scene in Nabokov's "Lolita," in which Humbert masturbated against Dolores Haze's foot, on the couch with her laying and resting her legs on his lap, the scene in Alexa's mind was also different in that it was her father touching her instead of himself. She could feel her body tensing, her orgasm building up as each stroke of her own pussy produced more lubricant, turning her crotch into a moist furnace. With each stroke, her heart rate increased and her breathing became more shallow, until finally, she reminded herself that the first time is always more gentle, more of an exploration, Alexa took her finger out of her pussy, and with its own juices, began making circles on her clit, pushing her body up with pleasure each time her finger hit a particularly sweet spot. "Ahhh," she whispered aloud as her masturbatory fantasy continued, increasing the speed with which she manipulated her clit as she imagined her father doing the same. This is how he would do it, she told herself. This was how he would seduce her for the first time. No sex. No crude words. Just simply getting her so close to orgasm that she would end up giving in and losing all control of her body as well as her mental capacity. "Agghh," she breathed out deeply as her finger pushed down on her clit and circled, leaning back as the familiar feeling approached her. Yet, for Alexa, the feeling was also different. For the first time in her life, she was masturbating and thinking about her own father, and although deep down inside, she knew there would be guilt after she orgasmed, she didn't care. All Alexa cared at the moment was reaching her orgasm as her hips bucked. "Oh, fuck," she whispered heavily as she pushed her hips back up to meet the finger she imagined to be her dad's, and simulating his action, pushed her finger back down as the orgasm hit her. Images of her on the couch, body twisting, nipples on her A-cup breasts erected, throat and chest flushed, all hit her at once as she let out a deep groan. "Oh, daddy, daddy, daddy," she rapidly croaked her finger brought her through the orgasm. Much like in her fantasy, her chest was flushed, her eyes rolled back as veins on her neck popped out. In the darkness of her dorm room, Alexa groaned one last time, pushing her crotch into her finger, feeling sticky lubricant coating her clit. Her finger, now drenched with her own teenage fuck juices, began to explore her tiny breasts as the young girl caught her breath, her post-orgasm glow lighting up her entire face. "Wow, that was intense," she thought to herself as she closed her eyes, wondering if somewhere back up in Orange County, a mere hour's drive north, her father was also doing the same. Little did she know that by the time she settled in and began exploring herself, her father, Marc, had already orgasmed while thinking about her, and that he was still sitting in her old room, holding a pair of her panties in hand -- a pair of panties soaked with his own cum from his orgasm, about to masturbate again thinking about his own daughter. Just a conversation: It was supposed to be just like any other conversation they'd had since she left for school nearly eight months ago, deciding UCSD would would be a better fit for her than the closer UCLA, which would have been up a half-an-hour car ride north of their suburban home in Orange County. Marc, a United States Army colonel, along with his family, had been relocated to Los Angeles for a desk job after more than 18 years in the Army. It was the break the family needed, and one Marc was happy to accept, as it allowed him to be home each night with his family, rather than the off-and-on deployments that have plagued them ever since Alexa was born. As he kissed his wife goodnight, Marc went to his study and logged onto Facebook, his heart skipping a beat as he saw that Alexa was also on. Despite enjoying the quietness and personal time that he and Jill now had with Alexa gone, and more time to explore their robust sex life, the Army colonel missed his daughter dearly, and brought the mouse over her name as he clicked on it. "Wow, a Thursday night and you're not out drinking? Isn't Thursday the new Friday?" he smiled as he hit Enter to begin yet another conversation with his daughter. Technology allowed them to keep each other close, despite being far apart, and each time he felt the need to hear her voice or catch up, she was but an e-mail or text message away. Alexa smiled at her father's message - it was always like him, to be sarcastic yet loving at the same time. Such a greeting was his way of saying hi, his way of checking in on her, his way of telling her he loved her. "Nope! No drinking for me tonight! Lots of homework. Besides, Brad is out of town," she answered. "How are you?" "Good as good can be, I suppose," Marc typed, stopping for a second before continuing. "Mom is leaving for a business meeting tomorrow for several days, so she's sleeping. I am just playing on here!" Although she knew that her mother was often out of town and that her father had gotten used to it over the 20-year marriage, Alexa couldn't help teasing as she began typing her reply,determined to tease her father, knowing they had a wonderful sex life and still loved each other just as the day they got married. "Mom's leaving and you're playing on Facebook? Shouldn't you be playing with her? :)" she teased, knowing it would amuse her father. "Oh, got that out of the way already," he replied, still innocently bantering with his daughter. "I am 44, Alexa, it's a once-a-night thing for me." Witty and often quick with a response, a trait she inherented from both parents, Alexa began typing as soon as she saw his response, deciding to further push the limits, even if only innocently. "Ahh, but when you were 43, it was, like, 5 times a day, right?" she teased before sending another line. "It wasn't as if I couldn't hear you guys." Marc stopped for a moment to consider his daughter's response. It was true that he had a wonderful sex life with Jill, and that they were often noisy in their lovemaking, but it never occured to him that Alexa paid attention. In fact, the fact that she did pay attention sent shivers down his spine. For at least a year now, since she was a senior in high school, Marc had began noticing his daughter and more than once, found "impure" thoughts entering his mind each time he saw her and her friends. To sustain their sex lives, which never seemed to need any help, Marc and Jill had begun to roleplay at around the same time, with Jill often taking on the roles of her daughter's friends and Marc playing himself. The couple loved each other, and jealousy was never an issue. In fact, both Jill and Marc believed that explorations within a relationship prevented them from straying, and with gusto explored kinky roles that they'd never tell anyone outside of the bedroom. But, even in all their honesty, Marc kept a long-guarded secret. He wanted his daughter. The first time he realized he wanted her, the soldier was overcame with guilt. It was the month after she'd just turned 18, and he was there for her high school's volleyball game. Arriving late, he could not find a seat and stood near the court instead. From that vantage point, he'd noticed the slender, tanned legs as a player from his daughter's team bent over, readying to defend her side of the court. His eyes moved up toward her butt, covered by the tiny black shorts and pushing out, firm and almost able to fit in the palm of his large hands, he imagined as he reminded himself to make a note to tell Jill later that night in their lovemaking session. Back at that volleyball game, Marc imagined bending the young girl over and gliding his cock between her moist pussy lips, squeezing her cheeks as he rubbed his cockhead against her clit from behind. He drew a sharp breath as he thought of playing out the scene with Jill later that night. To Marc's shock, as the player turned out to be Alexa as she around to face him, her hand waving and her face glistened with sweat. He gave her a wave and a smile, yet millions of thoughts ran through his mind. At first guilt that he'd, even if unknowingly and for only a second, lusted after his daughter. Then, it was a sense of pride that he and Jill had produced such a beautiful daughter, and that he knew he hadn't been the only person in the crowd who had sexual thoughts about her. That night, Marc couldn't keep his eyes off Alexa. With each movement she made, he began paying more attention to her body, from her breasts, tightly wrapped by her volleyshirt, pushing out like apples, to her thighs, firm and creamy, yet tanned from the time she'd spent in the sun swimming and playing soccer. As he moved his eyes up her thighs, he began to zero in on the tiny space that her shorts yielded, with a direct shot up her crotch. Though he couldn't make out much, Marc imagined her panties wrapping tightly around her crotch. For the first time in his life, he wondered and wanted to know what she'd look like naked, what was underneath and, as he crudely asked in his own mind, "Hmmm, does she shave her pussy?" "Whoa, did I say something wrong?" Alexa typed yet again, having waiting for nearly a minute for a response, feeling bad that she'd teased her father into silence. Snapped back into reality with her message, Marc swallowed hard, realizing that the trip down memory lane had turned him on, he typed quickly. "Oh, no, no!" he typed, and stopping for a second to consider his next move, continued. "Just thinking of how much I am going to miss your mom for the next few days, that's all." "Aww, poor daddy," Alexa shot back, full of empathy for her own father now. "It'll be okay. Brad's been gone for several days now, so I know how you feel." Though she was reluctant to tell her father about it, had Brad been there, it wouldn't have been of much help anyway. Her boyfriend of several months, Alexa thought, was selfish in bed, and what's more, was uncreative - creating so much of a frustration for her that she'd considered breaking up with him. "Well, you can always find someone else, I can't!" Marc responded, carefully measuring his response now, realizing he and his daughter were about to venture into new territories for them both. "I do love your mom, you know?" At his response, Alexa found herself almost melting at her father's sweetness and decided to open up, or at the very least, have a more serious conversation with him. "Oh, dad, that's sweet. Although I've always wondered how anyone can stay physically in love for that long," she responded, herself trying to find the secret to a satisfactory sexual relationship. "Honestly, it's a lot of love and a lot of explorations as well," Marc responded, his heart pounding, knowing that if he set the trap just right, the conversation might just lead to where he wanted it to go, and perhaps in it all, he can create a fantasy or two in his mind for masturbation while his wife was gone. "Oh?" Alexa typed back, the only response she could come up with. He'd piqued her interest, and although she knew her parents had wonderful sex lives, the young girl still did not know what made them last so long, and wanted, needed the secrets. "Nothing complicated, just a lot of roleplay," Marc typed casually, almost letting her in on the secrets only known to he and his wife, yet setting the bait just enough that she'd have to ask for more before he told her. For him, this was cheap thrills. For him, talking about sex with his daughter, even in this capacity, of what got him off, of what turned he and her mother on, was all he needed to cum, and as the conversation progressed, Marc found himself more turned on. "Oh! We've actually talked about that in my Human Sexuality class," Alexa answered, more curious now about her parents' sex life. "What types of roleplay?" she typed again, almost unaware at the magnitude of their conversation, and treating it as if she were having a conversation with a friend. Marc breathed out deeply and stared at the screen. Had he opened the door to a conversation that he might regret later? After all, fantasies were one thing, but sharing the most intimate secrets with his own daughter about what got him off, despite having lusted after her, seemed unfatherly. Swallowing hard, he continued, letting his hormones getting the best of him. Before answering her, however, Marc set another trap. "Promise you won't be grossed out?" he typed. "And that you won't tell mom? After all, it is our secret." Intrigue and curiousity got the best of Alexa. "Dad, your secrets are safe with me, and I asked, so I won't be grossed out," she responded, adding a smile to reassure her father. Feeling a surge of blood run through his body, Marc quickly responded, driven by his own hormones, yet still coherent enough to ensure he strategically answered her question, slowly leading her into his life of fantasies with her mother. "A lot of roleplay your mom and I do involve your friends ..." he responded, hitting Enter and then sitting there, staring at the screen, his heart pounding at the tiny revealation, knowing it was the moment that could make or break the conversation. As the message appeared on Alexa's screen, the freshman let out a gasp, taken aback by his confession yet not shocked, knowing such fantasies were common and being openminded enough to accept them as just fantasies. After all, she, too, had her own "taboo" fantasies, she thought. "I can understand that," she responded. "Who? What about?" she pushed on, driven by curiousity now as she recalled her high school friends and wondered which one her parents might have acted out a fantasy about. "Now you're getting away too deep with this," Marc responded, feinting reluctance to continue with the conversation, yet hoping with all his might that she would push him further. "Oh, come on, dad!" Alexa responded. "It's not like you're really doing it and now you've got me all curious, and it's not like I am a prude. Please?" she typed, adding yet another smiley face, this time with a wink. "Remember Emily? Most of our fantasies were about her ..." Marc stopped for a second, again planning to fed the news to her in small bits. "But also Brianna and Kristen ..." he hit Enter and waited for a response as his body tensed. Feeling a need for fresh air, Marc unplugged the computer from its cord and walked out to their backyard. There, under the stars, he lit a Marlboro and sat down on the lawn chair, waiting for his daughter's response. "Wow! I can understand that, they were very pretty," Alexa responded as she recalled her friends and the many times they'd come over for sleepovers her senior year. "So, like, how would the roles be played out? Was it you and mom and them? Or them and you? That's kind of confusing," she inquired, unknowingly digging herself deeper into the conversation. Though it'd never crossed her mind in a sexual way, Alexa found herself breathing deeper as she imagined her parents having sex, while talking about her friends. "It's a little different each time," Marc responded, again carefully crafting the answer. "Sometimes, it's your mom playing one of them and me playing me, sometimes we'd just talk about them and help each other get off, sometimes, it's more taboo," he typed, opening the door yet a little wider, realizing that he'd pushed the boundaries a little further by using the words "get off," and hinting at taboos. Determined to push the conversation further, though he did not know where it would lead, Marc set another trapped. "And, by the way, they were very pretty, yes. But you were always prettier." "Wow, that's ... I don't know, pretty kinky," Alexa responded, imagining her mom pretending to be her friend Emily as her father touched her between the legs and kissed her deeply. and all the sudden realizing how hot her dorm room had become. "And that's not taboo? What's more taboo?" she asked as his compliment for her appeared on the screen. "Aww, and thanks, dad!" "Kinky good or kinky bad?" he shot back, taking control of the conversation. "And as for taboo," he continued, "I am not sure if we want to actually go there." "Kinky is good! Gross is bad," she responded, smiling at her father's need for reassurance. "Dad, you're fine. I am fine. We're just .... sharing. And, it's not like you're saying anything I haven't heard in school before, so go on." "Glad you think kinky is good," Marc responded, electronically winking at her as he responded. "And, as for taboo ..." he stopped typing as he let it sink in, readying her for what was about to come. "Yes?" Alexa winked back, and swallowed hard, excited by the secrets her father was sharing with her, and the nature of the conversation. True, this was a conversation with her father, yet at the same time, the young girl appreciated the intimacy of the trust her father had for her, in letting her in on secrets about he and her mother. "Sometimes, I'd pretend to be Emily's father," Marc typed, and staring at the words for about thirty seconds, finally hit Enter as he exhaled a cloud of smoke, his heart almost leaping out of her on chest in the process. Chatting with Daddy Ch. 02 The only reason I was wearing a dress is that Grandma likes to have everyone dress up nice for Thanksgiving, which means the girls are supposed to wear skirts or dresses, except that sometimes my cousins don’t and that upsets Grandma quite a bit. I always wear one to make her happy and I don’t really mind, either, because I think dresses are cute and I wish you could wear them more often without people thinking you are a jerk. My dress was light blue with a red floral design and it was a little clingy, with a short hem. I was kind of a knockout in it, to tell you the truth. Anyway, Daddy thought I was a knockout and I hadn’t been in the rec room for five minutes before Daddy came up to me. “Let’s go upstairs for a second, I want to talk to you about something,” he whispered in my ear. “Ok.” So what was he going to tell me? That Mom knew about us!!? He took me to a bedroom across from the one where people had left their coats and things, and closed the door. That Thanksgiving was warmish and sunny and the room was bright and happy, with pictures of elephants and clowns and balloons on the wall, though it had a double bed. Daddy pushed me against the wall. I blinked into this face and he was blinking back. “I want to fuck you, honey.” Daddy said. Hmmmm, I should have guessed, I told myself. Daddy was being pushy, just like a boy. Also, I didn’t want him to think I was a slut and just wanted to get fucked all the time, even if that was partly true. Plus, he was crazy if he wanted to fuck me right there in Grandma’s guest bedroom with people all over the place. “Daddy you just did that to me last night, for goodness sake. How often do you want to fuck me, like every day?” I tried to sound not too offended. Daddy put his hands on my breasts, making my nipples tingle and get hard even if I didn’t want them to. I gasped and put my hands on Daddy’s arms but it didn’t accomplish anything “Not now, silly. We will get caught. Do you want that to happen. Oh, Lorraine, your husband is fucking your daughter in the guest room so they probably will be late for dinner.” Daddy dropped his hands. “Yes, you’re right,” he sighed. “Ok, well lets go back to the party, Daddy,” I said, and I turned to go but Daddy grabbed my wrist and pulled me back. I bounced right into him and lost some of my breath. Daddy put his hands on breasts again. “I can at least feel you up, honey.” My nipples poked into the middle of his palms. “Well it help my appetite?,” I teased him. I sort of wanted him to feel me up. “Mine, it will.” Daddy used his whole hand when he rubbed We stood there in the middle of the floor, Daddy rubbing my tits and me biting my lip and closing my eyes, keeping myself from backing up, making myself stand as still as I could. I was trying to keep a lookout, because I was the one facing the next room. I didn’t want Daddy to get caught but I didn’t want to get caught either. So I was like doing two things at once, having Daddy rub my tits all over and watching out so we wouldn’t get caught. “To answer your question, honey, yes, I do want to fuck you every day.” Daddy’s face was getting red and he was starting to breathe funny the way he had the night before when he was getting ready to fuck me. And I was tingling like crazy from having my tits felt up so much. If this kept up much longer, I wasn’t going to be able to stop myself from letting Daddy fuck me right then and there. I looked up into his eyes. His hands were making circles on my breasts while his index fingers rubbed in circles on my nipples. “If you fuck me every day Daddy you won’t be able to make love to Mommy, will you?” I thought maybe if we had a conversation, it would help. Daddy just looked at me. I could see he liked to look into my eyes while he felt me up. Then he kissed me. I guess he didn’t want to talk about making love to Mommy. “We better get back, Daddy,” I said. Daddy smiled and said ok. He gave me another quick kiss before we went back. When we got there, Greg and Nancy were standing by the punch bowl talking with Grandpa. Daddy and I said hi and happy Thanksgiving to them, and I gave Greg and Nancy a kiss on the cheek. No one else was coming to Grandma’s this year, so it was a smaller than usual gathering, just our family of three, Greg and Nancy and Grandpa and Grandma. “Hmmm,” Nancy said, looking me up and down. She was wearing a sweater and skirt and the sweater really showed off her tits. Nancy has pretty big tits and she likes to let people know that as much as possible. “You look tasty, as usual,” Nancy said, taking me by the arm and leading me to a corner of the room where no one would hear us. “Thanks.” Nancy has this way of complimenting a person that makes you feel like you are being put down. I wondered what she was going to say next. “I like you with lots of legs in your dresses,” Nancy said, looking at me funny, and sounding this time like she really meant it. I had almost flirted with Nancy before but now she actually was flirting with me. I mean her look confirmed it after that remark about my legs. . ”I know about a certain Thanksgiving fantasy,” Nancy said, softly. “What fantasy?” “Elsie, I know all about it. Your dad told me, just me. He likes me, I guess.” My head was spinning. “What? Is that all he said?, I mean what did he say about it?” “You know, about the pie getting ruined and the girl filling in for it, so to speak. Oh yes, and the other part, not a fantasy, where his fantasy comes true and he fucks the girl. Sort of like when your daddy fucked you last night Think about the girl being a pie idea, Elsie, it will be great.” Nancy gave me a friendly smile, her first one, and went to talk with Mom. I had to sit down. Was Daddy having an affair with Nancy? I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t believe he would have told her about having sex with me, either!! Why did he tell her? Was he bragging about it or what? I felt my cheeks getting hot like they always do when I’m seriously mad about something. “You look stressed, young lady.” “Oh, hi, Grandpa,” I said, looking up. I had been holding my head in my hands. “Here,” he said, handing me a glass of Grandma’s pink punch. Mmmmm. It was good, better than I remembered, I thought. I was glad to see Grandpa. He was like an anchor for me at that moment. It was sweet of him to bring me a glass of punch. “You look extremely pretty, Miss Blossom,” Grandpa said in this very debonair voice, as if he was acting in a movie. He does that kind of thing a lot with me because it makes me laugh, and I laughed when he did it then. So, Grandpa joked around with me for a few minutes and made me feel better, but mainly I was still upset about the situation with Daddy and Nancy, whatever was going on there. And then Grandma called us to dinner. The dining room was bright like the bedroom upstairs and Grandma had everything decorated beautifully with her best china and silver and linen napkins and so much great food that she had cooked herself served in these beautiful trays with big silver spoons and forks and knives and there were other things like sterling silver salt and pepper shakers and unlit candles that were like accents in the wonderful way that they looked on the table, which was this long pine table from Colonial times with thick boards on the top and for Thanksgiving it had Grandma’s red and white checked linen tablecloth that Grandma’s own grandmother had made when she was a young girl. I sat next to Daddy and on the other side of me was my brother Greg and Grandma at the end, and on the other side of the table was Grandpa and Nancy and Mom in that order. I think you ought to know that because of what happened later on. When Grandma called people to dinner, I had been in the living room with everyone. There is a kind of archway that is not that wide from the living room into the dining room and as we were going through it I bumped into Nancy and my breasts pushed up against her breasts and we both looked at each other with our breasts bumping. I felt embarrassed and started to say I am sorry but Nancy said something else. “Mmmm, that’s a good girl”. Then we were apart again and in the dining room taking our chairs at the table. I glanced at Nancy sitting across from me. I didn’t know what to say. “Everything smells and looks so wonderful,” Nancy said. “I can’t wait for dessert.” Daddy chuckled at Nancy’s remark I had left my second punch in the other room but Grandpa noticed and brought it to me. “Thanks. You’re good at giving people punches.” Grandpa gave me a pat on the head and went to his chair. I drank down the punch.. Mmmmm. Was something in this punch? No, it couldn’t be. Oh, well.” As soon as Daddy sat down, I whispered in his ear, “Are you having an affair with Nancy?” Daddy looked at me and nodded. He had a big smile. What is going on here? Daddy is married to Mom, he is having an affair with Nancy and he wants to fuck my every day! I needed more punch. I didn’t know why I thought that but I did. I wanted to tell Daddy that Nancy was crazy because she wanted me to think about getting up on the table and being dessert for everyone just like in Daddy’s fantasy, but people were in their chairs, including Grandma at last, and dinner was starting so I had to keep that to myself for the time being. We were like midway through dinner when Daddy put his hand on my leg. I reached under the table and slapped his wrist. The hand stopped for a second but then it started moving again. I slapped it harder and the same thing happened except this time the hand didn’t bother to stop. I felt a little tipsy from the punch. Someone really had spruced it up, like Grandpa would say, and now I was feeling spruced up. I can’t drink at all, to be honest. I even hate it. But I was in a pretty good mood. Daddy’s hand slid the rest of the way down my thigh and went underneath my dress. Then the hand moved up my thigh and I could feel my dress going up with it. “I think the President is a nitwit, blah blah blah,” Daddy was saying past me to Greg, and Greg looked past me and said, “blah, blah blah,” and they kept talking back and forth like that about politics while Daddy moved his hand way up on my thigh, also moving it as you might expect between my thighs. “Elsie is very interested in political discussions, aren’t you, sweetheart?”, Daddy said. I had my hand around Daddy’s wrist, gripping it, trying to push it back without pushing my chair into Greg’s. Daddy was way too strong for me. “Blah, blah, blah,” I said, gritting my teeth. Daddy’s fingers reached my panties and slipped underneath them. I felt a little woozy. I’m not going to have any more of that darned punch, I decided, letting go of Daddy’s wrist. People were louder than usual, I realized, and laughing more. It seemed that the punch was having a good effect on everyone. I sat back in my chair, keeping my hands on the table. Daddy pushed my legs open. I closed my eyes when I felt Daddy’s finger go inside me. “Elsie, eat your vegetables, dear,” Mom said, as if I were eight years old instead of eighteen. She still talks to me that way and it is embarrassing. Of course what Daddy was doing was a lot more embarrassing if anyone found out and I was terrified that someone would notice. I mean, wasn’t it obvious? Well, I guess it wasn’t as obvious to them as it was to me. You could see Daddy’s arm moving slightly but he had like a perfectly normal expression on his face and he kept talking away about politics, and now Nancy and Grandpa had joined the conversation so that you could hear “blah, blah, blahs” all around the table. I tried to act as normal as possible but it wasn’t easy. Daddy’s finger was going deep inside me; it was going back and forth, yes I was being fingerfucked at the Thanksgiving dinner table with my whole family for an audience, or at least an audience for my face which did give a sign that something was wrong because Nancy and Mom stopped talking and began looking at me strangely. “Are you all right, Elsie?”, Mom asked. “Yes, just a little dizzy, from the punch, I guess,” I said. I was breathing fast. I knew my eyes were blinking but I couldn’t stop them from doing it and I couldn’t stop myself from squirming on the chair either. Daddy’s finger was going in and out of me and rubbing my clitoris whenever it got the chance and it was having lots of chances! I was getting hot all over and if he didn’t stop, I was going to have an orgasm. I could feel it. It was starting! End of Thanksgiving Dinner – Part 1, Part 2 coming up Chatting With Daddy Ch. 03 The way Mom and Nancy looked at me you could see I was a big flop at concealing my situation. Mom had a worried expression on her face, as if she thought I might be going to have a fit and it turned out that is what she did think. My cousin Martin has fits. He will be sitting down for dinner just like we were, having a happy time with his family, and the next second he will be writhing on the floor and yelling his head off. Everyone is concerned that having fits like Martin’s is hereditary, and Mom wondered if this defect was suddenly popping up in me. “No, mom, they want me to writhe on the table,” I should have said, but a person can’t think fast when her orgasm is starting and you can’t even talk if you are gasping. Nancy looked puzzled but then she put her hand to her mouth and her eyes about doubled in size. “Oh my God,” she said. That’s the last thing I remember until my chin crashed onto my plate and flipped it over, getting gravy and bits of food all over me. Then I blacked out again. “Are you all right, Elsie!!?” I looked up at Mom. The others were behind her, peering down at me. I was lying on my back on the floor for some reason. I realized my dress was up and my panties were exposed and I wondered if I even had panties on anymore and if I did what they must look like. Daddy bent down and patted my head, probably feeling worried that it was his fault I had totally passed out and more worried that someone would ask how come my panties were wet. “Just a little warm. Maybe it was something she ate?” “Something got spilled on her panties,” Mom said, bending down for a closer look. “I hope the poor thing didn’t wet herself when she fainted. Oh dear, hmmmm. Oh dear.” “What about the punch,” said Greg. “She said it was the punch. I told you not to put the rum in it, Nancy.” “Someone should pull down her dress,” Mom said. Mom was looking at my panties as if she even thought they were interesting. It felt like she was trying to see my cunt. “Oh, I will do it,” Mom laughed, since of course she could do it. She is my mother. Mom knelt down beside me and lifted the hem of my dress and very slowly pulled it down, bending her head back the whole time to watch my panties as much as she could before she lost the view. I had been awake for like a minute but no one seemed to realize it, even though my eyes were open. “Hey, I am ok,” I said. “What happened, Elsie?”, Mom said. “I don’t know. I just felt funny all of a sudden. I feel fine. I didn’t have a fit or anything, don’t worry.” “Yes, you were funny all right,” Nancy said, “you were hilarious.” Mom gave Nancy a dirty look for her remark about me and then everyone started talking at once in a relieved way over the fact that I didn’t have a fit and that I was ok, and we all went back to our chairs. Mom made everyone promise not to drink any more punch for at least a half our. For some reason the mood at the table was better than ever after that. I talked with Greg for a while. I refused to talk to Daddy. I was mad at him for fingerfucking me during an important celebration of our country like Thanksgiving Dinner. I kept my back to Daddy on purpose and talked with Greg, who I hardly ever see anymore. It is sad and I was even getting used to it. Greg is very strict about things, which made it hard for us to get along sometimes when we were a lot younger but he is a great brother and I totally love him. He is so smart. I felt very happy he was there. It was also nice to be around a guy who wasn’t checking you out every second. The big gloomy part was that Daddy was having an affair with Nancy and Greg would be totally devastated if he found out. So, Greg and I were blabbing away when Nancy said, “Let’s have a vote.” Well, we have this family tradition that is very democratic and it is that whenever a family decision is made everyone gets to vote. Mom and Daddy can veto a decision but they must have a good reason and be able to explain it and you can only vote on family decisions, you can’t vote on parental decisions, and of course Mom and Daddy decide if it’s a family decision or not. Anyway, Nancy said it would be fun to take votes about certain things and Grandpa said, “like what”, and Nancy said, “oh like who tells the funniest jokes, or who would be the best contestant in an arm wrestling contest, That sort of thing.” Hmmmm, what was Nancy up to now? An opinion type of vote instead of a decision vote, this was something different. “Ok, what the heck,” said Daddy. Grandma keeps a writing pad and a bunch of pencils and pens in one of the buffet drawers and Nancy got them and gave papers from the pad to everyone along with a pencil or pen, laughing all the time at the jokes she was hearing and people making fun of her for her “mean idea”, as Mom called it. We did a few votes like the ones Nancy described and everyone had some laughs out of it. People were drinking punch again now that the main part of the dinner was over. Then Nancy raised her hand and grinned and everyone quieted down and looked at her, waiting to find out what the next vote would be. “How about, whose panties would you like to see the most?” Oh boy, I thought, here it comes. No one said anything. It was like sudden total silence and then people started laughing. I don’t remember what anyone said, exactly. The grownups jabbed away about Nancy’s vote idea while I tried to think about what I should do and what Nancy was going to do next and what if I won the vote…? I mean was it really such a big deal whose panties people wanted to see? “Are we talking about all the people in the world or just all of the people right here or what?”, Grandpa asked. “Oh, all the people in the world! But it has to be person who could be here right now since that is what the vote it is about. “Mmmmm,” Grandpa said. Well, to make a long story short, I got all the votes except my own. I voted for Mom, since she is beautiful even though I felt funny about saying I wanted to see her panties. I thought the vote was going to be between me and Nancy, to be realistic about it. I almost voted for Nancy in order to help make her win instead of me, but like a jerk I voted like I was supposed to, for the person I would actually like to see in her panties the most. I was a little surprised at myself for picking Mom and I decided I would have to think about that later. Of course it didn’t make any difference seeing how the vote came out. I poked Greg in the arm with my elbow. “You weren’t supposed to vote for me, Greg. You were supposed to vote for Nancy.” Greg started to say something but then he tightened his mouth. He got red around the ears and looked away “You already saw my panties, when I was lying on the floor before,” I told everyone. “Don’t you want to see something different for a change?” “We liked what we saw so much we would very much like to see it again,” Grandpa said in his debonair voice. “Grandpa!,” I laughed. My family was making me blush. “Since we have such a clear winner, I think our winner should get up on the table and show us what we want to see,” Nancy said in a loud voice, making everyone quiet down again with her amazing suggestion. People looked at each other and they looked at Nancy to see if Nancy was serious. Nancy gets a lot of respect in the family because she is very smart and also a forceful person, but I was sure that THIS IDEA of hers wasn’t going to go anywhere. “I think that is fair,” Daddy said. “Henry!”, Mom said, frowning at Daddy, but she didn’t really criticize him, it seemed to me. “Let’s face it, she is a sexpot,” Nancy said. “I mean she is always wearing tight jersey’s and short skirts and we all saw those yellow panties before. Why is she wearing sexy little yellow panties like that if she doesn’t want to show them off. And she is always teasing people and practically taunting them to stare at her. Am I right or wrong?” Mom and Grandma both giggled at Nancy’s comment about me and then held their mouths. Grandpa and Daddy laughed out loud. Greg even glanced at me and snickered. Mom and Grandma kept hiding their smiles, acting as if Nancy was being more naughty than she should be, especially considering that it was Thanksgiving, but not blaming her or anything for doing it. “Well lets vote,” Nancy said. “The vote will be whether Elsie has to get up on the table and give us all a panty show. What the heck.” “What do you mean, what the heck. Why is everyone saying that all the time?,” I said. I was starting to get mad. But people were looking at each other to see if anyone was voting yet and no one was really paying any attention to me. Then Grandpa wrote down his vote and one by one the others did, too. So I voted myself. I voted “No”, of course. Nancy collected the papers. The vote was three against me giving the family a panty show and four in favor of my doing that. “Well I voted no,” Grandma said, looking sternly at the men. “I voted no as well,” Mom said. “Yes, but you lost,” Nancy pointed out. “Hmmmm. Yes, we did lose, Grandma, didn’t we,” Mom said, looking concerned. “Yes, we did,” Grandma said. “Your mother and I did what we could, dear. I guess you will have to get up on the table. Let me just clear off some things.” I couldn’t believe what Grandma said. “Mom, aren’t you going to veto it?” Mom put her chin in her hand this time and then she moved her mouth back and forth a few times, so I guessed that Mom wasn’t going to veto the vote and save me from getting up on the table and that she was trying to think of how she would say that to me. “I would, dear, if I could think of a good reason. You know I can’t veto something if I don’t have a good one.” “Well, it’s naughty, Mom, like super naughty. That’s a good reason,” I said. “Oh no, just a little naughty, Elsie. We all saw your panties when you fainted before so what’s the difference if you give us another peek. I don’t think that would be a terribly good reason.” “Yes, and what about the fact she is a constant tease and walks around like a piece of ass all the time,” Nancy said, getting some laughs for calling me that. “Right, Nancy has a good point there, Elsie,” Mom said. Grandma and Mom took away the dishes and silverware and the plates of food that were left and made a big space on the table while Nancy and the men watched them quietly. No one even looked at me until Nancy told me the table was ready. Then everyone looked at me and suddenly people were smiling and joking with me and making a few claps, and saying what a fun idea it was and that I had to do it whether I wanted to or not because they had voted and, like I said before, in our family the vote is final unless it is vetoed. I thought about vetoing it myself even though I don’t get a veto, and if I refused to do it what were they going to do, force me? Of course, I was still worked up thanks to Daddy, plus I had the punch, and I thought to myself, oh well, maybe I could tease these naughty grownups since they already think I am a tease and make certain ones of them wish I would even take my panties off! I totally shivered at that idea. Of course, it was ridiculous, that I would take my panties off and turn my panty show into a cunt show. Mom and Grandma would never stand for something as naughty as that, and I bet Greg and Grandpa wouldn’t stand for it either. The only people naughty enough to stand for it would be Daddy and Nancy, they would totally love it. Just plain posing for them in my panties was kind of harmless when you thought about it by comparison. It was naughty, yes, but it wasn’t really serious. It was kind of dumb, actually. “Elsie, get up on the table,” Nancy said. You could see she was impatient. “I don’t have to if I don’t want to,” I said, just to be stubborn. I don’t like Nancy being bossy all the time. “I’m sorry, dear, but the family voted,” Mom said. She smiled, like she was sorry if I was disappointed about the way vote came out but a person can’t get her way all of the time. “I know it,” I sighed. I looked at Grandpa and Grandma and Greg to see if any of them would help me out but not one of them said anything or even looked back at me. They acted as if nothing was happening. It made me a little mad, to be honest. “Oh, all right,” I said, and I stood up and put my hands on my hips and gave everyone a good stare to let them know they were making me do it and that I wasn’t going to do it because it was my big idea. And then I took a deep breath and I climbed onto the table. I started to feel nervous. I lay on my back, my arms at my sides, my legs together, turning my head to see my audience, all gathered around and peering down at me. I guess this is a show where the performer gets a rest and the audience has to stand up, I thought to myself. Nancy made the rule that I would have to give each person a private show, for like thirty seconds or a minute if a person really needed that long. So everyone lined up, like it was a buffet, and Nancy went first since she was their leader. Nancy stood at the end of the table. “Pull up your dress, Elsie.” I pulled up my dress. “Open your legs, honey.” Oh boy, I thought, this is going to be something. I opened my legs. I watched Nancy look at my panties. It seemed pretty funny what we were doing, but it was making me hotter and I think it was making Nancy hotter. I think everyone was at least a little hot already, to be honest, so now people were just going to get hotter apparently. Ouch! What was that? It was so annoying having a bunch of crumbs under your neck when you were in the middle of showing a person your panties. I reached back and brushed the crumbs out of the way. Nancy wasn’t looking at just my panties, obviously. She was looking at my cunt being covered by my panties. My cunt makes two soft mounds with a valley in the middle where my slit is, like any cunt you would say, but in my case the mounds are a little bigger than they are on most girls, so it makes it easier for a person to see what my cunt looks like when I have my panties on. And these were really sheer, clingy panties. My next performance was for Grandpa. I looked at him nervously as he took Nancy’s place and smiled at me. His stare moved down my body to my panties and that is where it stayed. Oh, was it ever embarrassing! And it made my cunt tingle when he looked at it. Grandpa was getting hot just like Nancy did and it was happening because of me. I closed my eyes. “She’s biting her lip,” Grandma said. “Look at her, she’s hot as a firecracker.” Thanks a lot, Grandma, I thought. Mmmmm. Why was my own grandmother acting this way. Is she horny? It’s funny, because I had actually thought about what it must be like for Grandpa to have Grandma to sleep with all the time instead of someone young and pretty and now I was thinking about what that same thing might be like for Grandma. I wasn’t a young guy but I was young, and maybe Grandma needed someone to feel horny about so she picked me. Yes, it’s not right, but you shouldn’t be too critical of a person. “Something’s burning,” Daddy said. “Oh, the pie!,” Grandma cried. She ran back to the kitchen. Too late, the cherry pie she was warming had burned to a crisp. In a few minutes, Grandma came back to the table. You could see that she was upset about the pie. “You know what this means!,” Daddy said. He and Nancy had helped Mom in the kitchen with the mess. He was the one who probably burned it, I thought, but I couldn’t prove that, obviously. “It means we need another kind of pie, and the rule is that you have check out what’s on the table first before you can say there isn’t any pie there you can use. So, do we have pie on this table or not? That’s the question.” “She is pie,” Grandpa said. He meant it. His eyes like burned into me. I closed my own eyes to escape them. A few seconds later I felt hands on me. I looked up at Nancy and Grandma and Mom. They were holding me down. “What are you doing?”, I said. “What do you think, honey?,” Nancy said. Mom was behind me, pinning my shoulders. Mom is strong. Grandma was beside me, leaning over me and holding me by the waist. Now Nancy moved in front of me and started taking off my panties. “Well, dear, it was your fault the pie got ruined. You distracted Grandma with your naughty panties and made her forget it was warming in the oven. So, in a way, it is only fair,” Mom said as she watched Nancy make me bottomless. “What is only fair,” I said, in a very cross voice. I wasn’t fighting them. I just lay there and let them hold me down and take off my panties. But I was being indignant, as a person should be when something like that happens. “Elsie, that you are going to be the pie is only fair. We’re going to eat you for dessert, sweetie. Didn’t you know that?” “No, sir,” I said. “I am not going to be the pie.” How did this happen? I thought I was supposed to be giving them a panty show. I didn’t even have panties on any more and now everyone was going to eat me. Something certainly had changed. Mmmmmm, the air was cool on my cunt. I liked the way people were looking at me, it was making me hot even though they were my own family. They were looking at my cunt and they were thinking about eating me and waiting for their turn to do it. I know that is what I was thinking. Mmmmmm, I squirmed a little on the table and let my legs slide open. I looked down at my tits going up and down in my dress as I breathed and when I looked up, Greg was there. “Greg!,” I gasped. “Hi,” Greg said. I watched him look at me. He looked at my cunt and my tits and my cunt again, hardly ever at my face. “I never knew you wanted to eat me, Greg,” I said. “I knew it.” Greg grabbed my ankles and pulled me toward him. He let my legs down and they dangled over the edge of the table. I was blinking and talking to Greg in a way no one would understand, I didn’t even understand it, and Greg gave me this sharp look and then he pushed my thighs open and put his head between them. “Oh!”, I gasped and fell back. Greg ate me. He made me cum in front of the whole family. This time people knew what they were watching. The line formed at the end of table again, only this time it really was going to be a buffet because, before they joined the line, Nancy and Mom opened the top of my dress and pushed my bra up over my breasts, so I would have three things being offered for desert, or four if anyone wanted to kiss my mouth. Nancy told everyone that my mouth was served for dessert along with the rest of me. I twisted my head on the table, moaning and hitting the table with my hand, as Greg worked his tongue in me, licking me and licking me and sucking on my clitoris, which made me scream and it also made me cum, and my hips jerked while I gave Greg a little bath of hot cunt juice and it was all over his face afterward when he was catching his breath, dripping on his cheeks and his chin, like what you see a guy do to a girl, except that cunt juice isn’t as thick and sticky as real cum. Then Nancy ate me and while she did that, Mom and Grandma came over and sucked my nipples and ate me that way, the three of them at once “doing me”; I hate that saying but that’s what it was. I think I passed out again before I started to cum. Then Grandpa ate me. Then Grandma ate me. Then Mom ate me. Then Daddy ate me. I didn’t give everyone an orgasm, but I did give one to Grandpa and I gave one to my Mom. After that the guys fucked me, naturally. They needed to cum as much as I did, Mom pointed out. It was her suggestion that they fuck me but if she hadn’t suggested it, someone else probably would have. Daddy fucked me first because he was the one that people wanted to see the most, Daddy fucking his cute teenage daughter in front of the entire family. Daddy made me cum. He fucked me really hard. All you could hear were the sounds of Daddy fucking me on the table. I got pushed around. A couple of times we got near the edge and someone had to yell at Daddy that he was going to fuck me right off the table if he wasn’t careful, so he would pull me back into the middle and then start fucking me hard again. I would blink my eyes open and over Daddy I would see this person or that person watching me being fucked and then I would close my eyes again. Chatting With Daddy Ch. 03 I liked it that the table was hard. It seemed to go with the way I was being fucked. Grandpa fucked me after Daddy and Greg fucked me last, and Grandpa and Greg made me cum, too, just as much as Daddy did. Mom and Grandma cleaned me up with warm sponges and a dish towel when everyone was finished. I was like filled up with cum, plus I had it on my stomach and my tits. I was a mess. While she washed me up, Grandma told me how much she enjoyed watching the men fuck me and how cute I was when I was being fucked, sighing and squirming as if I liked it better than anything else in the whole world. She especially liked it when Grandpa fucked me. She said the Grandpa almost never can get an erection any more so it was quite encouraging that he had been able to have such a good one with me. Grandma was full of compliments, which is the way she is, actually. She always congratulates me on my report cards, for example. When we left, Grandma said at the door that I was the best Thanksgiving dessert she ever had and everyone laughed and kissed Grandma on the cheek and then we went home. So, dear Diary, that is what happened to me yesterday and the day before. Mom and Daddy and Greg are having breakfast and waiting for me to come down, which I will because I’m finally finished with this entry. Hmmmm. I wonder what we’re having for breakfast. It better not be me again. I can’t spend all my time having sex with everyone! Oh, well. Bye for now.