Storiesonline.net ------- Forbidden Desires by Sausage Dog Copyright© 2005 by Sausage Dog ------- Description: I couldn't believe my father would stand behind me, open my blouse and ask a stranger, "Do you think she has beautiful breasts?" Codes: Mf Ff cons inc fath dau group exhib interr BM WF oral anal mastrb size fist toys ------- ------- A Wild Weekend Story ------- Chapter 1 "Dad, it's eleven o'clock, everyone is going to be serving lunch and you said you wanted breakfast," I said as the elevator door closed. "Then I'll have to look for a short order grill, won't I?" dad replied staring at my blouse, obvious of my erect nipples. "I know many short order grills serve breakfast all day, which way yo' headed suh?" the porter asked. Dad and the porter continued staring at my breasts as we walked from the room and then again when we entered the elevator. Their continuous stare made me feel warm inside, although I could feel myself blushing. I could also feel my tender tipped nipples pressing against the thin blouse; the sensation expressed by the seemingly continuous rush of blood was as though they were going to explode. ------- I couldn't believe my father would stand behind me, open my blouse and ask a stranger, "Do you think she has beautiful breasts?" I was in total shock, first when dad started loosening the buttons on my blouse in front to the porter, a total stranger, and then his question. The elderly black porter appeared as shocked as I and his mouth dropped in amazement. A sudden worried look filled his weather beaten face. After stillness seemed to fall over the room dad asked again when he didn't receive a reply. "I think she does but I need another opinion, what do you say?" dad asked and another long period of silence filled the room "Yes suh, she certainly do, the kind youse want to take in yo' mouth and start chewin' on," the elderly porter said, his eyes having widened when dad spread my blouse. "Dat's about the nices pair I done seen on a long while. An old man don get to see nicens much lessen yo' pays." "Penny, be nice to the gentleman, let him feel your 'tits' and maybe he'd like to taste them. What do you say old man, would you like to chew on them?" dad asked. "Please suh, I don wants no trouble, I jus wants to do my job," the elderly black porter said as the painful expression returned to his face. "We're not looking to cause any trouble; I'm just trying to prove a point to this 'lady of the evening'. She's agreed to serve me for a week, anything I want and with anyone I choose. I think it would be nice to begin her week by pleasing her elders. I saw your eyes light up when you came in the room and I feel she should show her appreciation for your silent approval of her beauty," dad remarked placing his hand on my back and giving me a gentle push in the direction of the porter. My knees felt as though they were made of rubber, and the blood rushed to my head turning my face crimson. I thought I would fall flat on my face as I took the steps carefully, stopping inches from his trembling body. "Missy -- is yo' sure?" his wavering voice asked after a long pause. Yes, I wanted to say. I also wanted to scream at my father for causing me such embarrassment, but I couldn't force words, any words, from my mouth. I don't know why or how I managed it but I reached for the elderly man's hands and pulled them against my breasts. His hands were hard and rough. I was filled with a sudden desire to have him maul each mound. My nipples became firm as I felt him give a gentle squeeze with each hand, and at the same time hot flashes rushed from my tits to my pussy. Dad walked to the small desk and brought the straight back chair, setting it beside us. "Take a seat and get comfortable. I don't see one good reason you should have to bend to reach her tits." The old man sat, rather he was pulled by dad. Dad steered me astride the old man's legs and I felt my skirt rising, being lifted by his legs, as I was pushed forward. My tits were almost level with the porter's mouth. Dad pushed against my shoulders forcing me forward and the old man had only to open his mouth to take my nipple. My knees went weak when he sucked my nipple into his mouth and I lost feeling in my legs. I looked down and I could see my skirt raised high, baring my mound. I felt the rough hand on my mound and then it was quickly withdrawn. "Don't be afraid to feel that young pussy," dad said. "She's in training, feel free to stick your finger in that warm pussy. Frankly speaking, she likes nothing better than to come on your hand." ------- "We're taking a few days and are going to enjoy the sights in the capital city. We may even stop by and say hello to the governor," dad said to the porter chuckling as his hand on my shoulder interrupted my thoughts. "Well, let's see," the old man said scratching his head appearing in deep thought. "Goin' North. Roy's is a mile outta town, but if yo' really hungry bout two miles further up de road is wher you need to eat. It's called Mama Lou's and she gat de bes food tween here and the state line, course yo' ain't goin that fer. Yo' shor don be hungry when yo' leaves Mama's." "I think we're up for Mama Lou's then," dad said as the elevator stopped at the lobby level. "Sweetheart, here's the claim check for the car. Have the valet bring it to the entrance and put the suitcases in the trunk, meanwhile I'll go to the desk and settle up." The valet brought the car to the front door and the old man loaded our suitcases and bags in the trunk. He stood by my side until dad walked up to us. Dad passed a bill to the old man and it was pushed back at him. "Suh, I be sebenty and if I go tonight," he turned to me and added, "Missy dis has been the bes day of my life." Dad forced the money into his hand again and I saw a tear in the old man's eye as he walked toward the front door of the hotel. Dad closed my door without staring at my pussy, his mind obviously elsewhere. There was no way I could slip into the car without exposing myself, the skirt was that short. We didn't speak as he drove toward the main highway. My thoughts drifted back to the last twenty minutes we were in the room and I assumed dad's mind was reliving the same. ------- "Aren't those the softest tits you have ever had in your mouth, and her nipples are so firm. I have never seen a nicer pair on a woman," Dad said as the old man moved from one tit to another. He couldn't speak with my breast in his mouth so he just moaned softly. His moan added to the thrill running through my body. From embarrassed to thrilled, that is how my body reacted. His fingers were in my pussy but he was merely teasing. I placed my hand on his and forced his fingers deeper. His hard rough finger was thrilling my insides but I wanted more. I groaned as I pulled against his head forcing it against my tit, pulling his hand harder against my pussy. He took the hint and his fingers, initially two now numbered four, in my pussy. I was riding his hand hard and I was on the verge of a thrill my hands could not possibly match. He began chewing on my nipples, his teeth sending painful jolts through my breast but I wanted more. I was so near. "More, harder," I pleaded as I felt a twisting in my insides near the strength I remember the first time I come with a mouth on my pussy. ------- I looked down, saw the dark skin, and it brought back memories of the night I sucked my first black prick. It sent me to the point of no return and I worked my fingers viciously in my pussy to the point my pussy was sore two days. Until that night I had sucked but four pricks, two being small and two, I was told, were average. At least I heard girls talking about five inches being average. When it came over the loudspeakers David Stokes was named the MVP I was thrilled and frightened at the same time. I drew the lot that evening and he had a reputation of fucking every girl he dated. We weren't going on a date but I learned from Nichole he wouldn't settle for a hand job and a few squeezes of your tits. Nichole said he'd settle for a blow job and that was after you removed your panties, blouse and bra. She said his feelings were he could get any girl to give him pussy if she was wearing only a skirt where there was a possibility he could get his mouth on her pussy. I assumed she knew because two weeks earlier he was proclaimed MVP and she had drawn the lot that game. Nicole came over to me a minute before the game ended and said, "David said meet him at the entrance to the boys locker room after everyone has left." "Nichole, I can't do that because I rode with my parents tonight and they're waiting for me," I remarked. "You'd better tell them you're riding home with someone else, you know what will happen if you don't show," she stated. "I don't know anyone with a car other than you. I can't let everyone leave and expect to get home, it's too far. What can I do, why does it have to be tonight? Could you help me?" I asked. "He sets the time and place, you know the rules. I can help you get home but I'm not going in the gym with you, not with him again," she stated. "Why does he want to meet at the boy's locker room? Where would we go from there?" I asked. "He waits until everyone leaves and then he takes you into the boy's locker room. It's a lot safer in the boy's locker room with him than it is going to his house, or into his neighborhood. He won't do it in the daytime like other boys," she said. "Doesn't he have a car?" I asked. "You don't want to get into the car with him because there are five or six of his buddies along and you know what that would mean," she remarked. "Will you wait on me in the parking lot?" I asked. "Yes, but when the last car leaves I just can't sit in the parking lot. I'll start driving around the block and when you're finished you can flag me down on the street," she said. "Okay, but promise me you won't leave without me. -- I'd better let my folks know before it's too late," I added after I saw her nodding. "I won't leave without you," she said and rushed back to join with her team members for their final lineup. I informed mom I would be riding home with one of the girls. After the game I joined the others in the locker room. I removed my cheerleading uniform and dressed in skirt and sweater. I could hear the shouting and cheering in the boy's locker room. I waited until it was quiet before I left the girls locker room. It seemed as though an hour passed before David came out, the last boy leaving five minutes before him. I stepped into the hall where he could see me and he stared at me several seconds before approaching. "Are you waiting for me?" David asked hesitantly. "Yes," I mumbled but I don't know how I spoke, my throat was dry. "Aren't you Mr. Marshall's daughter, our math teacher?" "Yes," I mumbled again. "Is this some kind of a set up, does Mr. Marshall and the coach know about this? I don't know what's going on but leave me out of it," David said backing away from me. I shook my head and replied, barely getting the words out, "No, my father doesn't know and I don't believe the coach does either. No one is supposed to be aware of this, not the teachers anyway." He continued to back away from me and I had to keep walking to keep up with him. I didn't know what to say to convince him. I only knew I couldn't meet with the other members of the squad not having fulfilled my obligation. I worked too hard to get on the squad and I wasn't going to blow it. "How can I convince you?" I asked. "Are you waiting on me to say something or is someone watching us?" David asked looking in all directions. "Honest, no one is watching and it's no trick," I said. "I don't believe you, you're trying to set me up -- if you're on the level why don't you remove your sweater and bra and let me see your tits," he said speaking barely above a whisper. I hesitated and looked in all directions. I knew I would be in big trouble if I removed my sweater in the hallway and someone saw me. It would really cause dad embarrassment. "I can't do that here, let's go somewhere else," I stated. "No way, back off and get away from me," David said continuing with his backward steps. I looked in all directions and felt confident we were alone. Walking to the boy's locker room door, I pushed it open and stepped inside. I held the door open with my foot as I pulled my sweater over my head and then removed my bra. I began trembling but I don't know if it was from fear or the thrill I received exposing my tits in a public place. I assumed it was the latter because I had this wonderful feeling inside. He approach me slowly but stopped before entering the locker room, "You've got a nice set of tits, how old are you?" he whispered barely loud enough for me to hear him. "Almost sixteen," I remarked. David looked in all directions and took a step closer to the door. "Take your panties off," he said in a loud whisper. My hesitated a moment then slipped my hands under my skirt and slowly removed my panties allowing him a brief look at my pussy. "Okay, go inside and wait at the far corner, I'll be inside in a minute," he remarked. I did as he said and waited. He took much longer than a minute; it was closer to ten minutes. "Where have you been?" I asked when he finally came into the locker room. "I've been standing in the well at the water fountain; I wanted to see if I was being set up." "Did you see anyone?" I asked. "No, otherwise I wouldn't be here," he remarked. "Okay, we've wasted enough time; you can start by giving me a blow job." ------- Dad's words, although soft, interrupted my thoughts and I became embarrassed when I realized I was rubbing my bare pussy. I was daydreaming, reliving that night in the locker room. David licked my pussy after I sucked his black cock. I came three times while he came twice. The second time I swallowed his sperm. Nicole cursed me because she said she went around the block more than two dozen times. "Penny, honey -- I'm sorry about this morning, I don't know what came over me. I don't know why I did it other than I became too involved with your mom's telephone conversation. I was wrong and I want to apologize. I can't offer an excuse because I don't have one. I think we should forget the whole thing and go home. I don't think I can continue. Honey, I'm supposed to be a responsible parent and a dependable schoolteacher but..." "Dad," I said interrupting him. "I think it's wonderful and I enjoyed it, honestly. I was frightened at first but it was more like embarrassment. I really wasn't frightened as much as I was surprised. You really surprised me dad, but it was a wonderful surprise," I remarked. "Penny, honey, your mom has asked me to do the same thing to her as you're asking me to do to you. I guess that's why I did the unthinkable this morning, I treated you like a common whore, the same as your mom has asked me to treat her at times. She has this fantasy and..." "Dad," I said interrupting again. "It's not only her fantasy, it's mine as well. I guess I do take after her... in more ways than one. You're not telling me its bad to take after mom are you?" "No I'm not saying that but as a father I can't..." "Dad, you're a great father, the best there is, and you were just teaching me facts of life this morning. I'm not injured and I'm much wiser, so I don't see how you can feel that it's wrong" "You're not letting me finish what..." "No, I'm not because you're speaking foolishly. You were going to teach me about life this week, or don't you remember? I don't see why it's wise to wait until I'm twenty or twenty-five years old before I learn certain things in life, about life. I'm adventurous and curious, I don't want to wait. I want to see and do as much as I can now, not in ten years or more. That's the way I feel and I don't see how my beliefs are wrong." "But everything about life isn't sex," dad remarked. "I agree but you don't discourage me from learning other things, why should you discourage me from learning about sex? You know as well as I do I'm hardheaded and stubborn, the same as you and mom, and Jimmy is no different. And speaking of Jimmy, you let him go on the camping trip this week and that is one week of pure sex education," I remarked. "What! What do you mean a week of sex education, they're on a camping trip," dad stated. "Dad, the coach's wife is a substitute in our sex education class; do you think she's teaching Jimmy how to set up a tent?" I inquired. "Fisher and his wife are teaching Jimmy about sex, why do you say that?" dad asked. "Dad, Jimmy spends more time with the coach's wife than he does at home, or haven't you noticed?" Dad remarked, "I haven't noticed." "He spends a lot of time with Edie Fisher. There are a bunch of boys that hang around with Coach Fisher, but my brother spends all of his free time with her. Of course the coach is there some of the time," I stated. "I'm going to have a talk with him about it," dad said and I was almost certain he was hiding a grin. "Dad, you don't seem to mind that Jimmy is learning and since we are brother and sister we should be treated equally, and I'm not emphasizing the fact that were also twins," I stated in a high-pitched feminine voice. Dad turned, the first time he gazed in my direction since we left the hotel, and said, "I guess I watch you close because you're my daughter and dads tend to do that. I don't believe that I'm overprotective and you can't say I have crowded you; you've done pretty much as you please. I'm not saying that in a derogatory way because you've always been levelheaded, and I haven't found the need to restrict any of your actions. I've got two beautiful children, well one beautiful and one handsome, but each make a dad proud." "There's the restaurant dad, Mama Lou's didn't he say?" I remarked. "That's it," dad remarked and began slowing. "Wow, it looks like everyone eats here -- this place is busy," I commented when I saw the number of cars in the parking lot. "I wonder what this building was used for before it became a restaurant," dad said laughing. "DAD!" I exclaimed. The Mama Lou's Restaurant sign was faded and Roller Rink was readable through the faded paint. "Dad, I've got to call Danielle," I remarked as dad pulled into the first parking place he saw which was in the rear. "To tell her about this morning I presume," dad said. "Yes and also tell her we're going to the capital city," I replied. Dad was staring at my blouse. He raised a hand and pressed my erect nipple and a hot flash passed through my body. I couldn't keep silent. "Ohhhh, that sent a thrill through me," I remarked. "You are..." dad said softly. "I'm what?" I asked. "This whole thing this morning -- it's exciting to you. I mean, well -- you may be like your mom," dad said and I saw a twinge of fear in his expression as he looked into my eyes. "Dad, that can't be bad, you love her don't you?" "You know I do," he said smiling quickly. "Well, the only problem I see is you now have two to love and, as you're aware, we're each demanding," I said and laughed at his confused expression. ------- The man approaching us appeared shocked when dad and I walked into the restaurant. The room noise was loud, jovial chatter was the order of the day. Words were shouted across the room and the ensuing reply brought a round of laughter, followed by more words and more laughter. "Come this way please, I have a table in the back, one out of this melee of words. Don't pay attention to them because this goes on every day, they're workers at nearby plants. This sparring goes on daily but they get drunk together each night." "It sounds as though they're ready to riot," dad said to the graying haired black man. "If you want to see a riot just let a stranger intervene," the host said wiping the table before allowing us to sit. "I don't remember you so this must be your first visit to our establishment. We have but one rule and that is no one leaves hungry or dissatisfied. What would you care to drink?" the host asked. His eyes were on my legs and short skirt. When I sat I saw a quick smile flash across his face when I was slow pulling the skirt over my exposed thighs. He took our order and returned with it much quicker than I expected. As we ate, dad engaged me in idle talk, mostly about the workers walking in and serving themselves from a busy serving counter. New customers entered in groups and old customers departed in the same manner. Our host made several visits to our table and his eyes were either on my blouse or my legs. His warm look excited me because he wasn't hiding his stare. His eyes would go from my legs to meet my stare, return to my nipples pointing against my blouse and return to my eyes. Dad noticed and when we were alone said, "You certainly have his attention when he approaches our table." Our eyes met and I nodded, returning his smile as I acknowledged his remark. "He's handsome don't you think?" I asked. I thought he was handsome but I guess I was swayed by his broad chest and bulging biceps. He was about dad's height but he was half again as broad across the chest. His hands were huge but they didn't appear overly large because of his muscular arms and body. "If you say so, but he looks as though he could rip your arms from your body as easily as he could break a toothpick," dad said as I pulled his bowl of dessert across the table and began eating it. I finished my second bowl of banana pudding and it appeared everyone stood and rushed to the door at the same time. Suddenly we were a small group of eight customers, fifty or more departing at the same time. Our host saw we were finished with our meal and approached our table. "Would you care for more, or something else? I hope everything was satisfactory," he said and his eyes locked on my legs. I glanced down and a tremor passed through my body. I couldn't see it but from his angle I knew he could see my slit. I had a sudden warm rush pass over me. "Everyone left at once, what happened?" dad asked. "They're factory workers and had to return to work," the host said with a smile as I parted my legs a few inches. "I didn't see anyone pay for the meal they ate," I said watching his eyes. The smile broadened on his face and his eyes met my own as he spoke, "We have an arrangement with the three small plants. The workers sign up for their meals in the morning and can pay at that time, or else they use a ticket. We sell the tickets singularly or in books. My sister, the woman in the blue dress, sits at the head of that serving line and takes their tickets. We served 310 workers in an hour and a half today. That's about our average. I hope that explains why everyone seemed to be in a rush, coming in, getting in line, and finding a table," he said. "That's amazing, this building doesn't look large enough to accommodate that many people," my father said. "We can seat 140 and the building capacity is 150," the host said pointing to a board with licenses and food inspections posted. "Would you care for a walk through, we're happy to show you our operation." I looked at dad and nodded quickly. I saw the smile appear on his face and for a moment I thought he was going to accept. He surprised me by declining. "I believe Penny would like the tour, but I need the men's room," dad stated. "Penny, a beautiful name for a beautiful girl, and Mr. Marshall, I owe you an apology." I was as surprised as dad when I heard him called by name. He recognized our surprise by our sudden change in expressions. "Have we met?" Dad asked as the surprise look remained on his face and because dad seemed to squint his crow's feet became distinguishable. "No we haven't met but I was forewarned about the possibility of you coming here today. Of course you wouldn't know but your porter is my brother. He called me. He said I was to give you the best service available and that your meal was on him, no matter what. I don't know if my brother told you but he is 70 years old and as far as he is concerned this has been the best day of his life. If I should be so bold I want to express my appreciation to you, both of you, especially you Penny. You made an old man very happy today. It's ironic that he just went in to see a friend this morning; he's been retired more than 10 years. He explained what happened. He told me when your call came everyone was busy so he just grabbed a hotel jacket and did what he loved doing 30 years." Dad asked, "Do you own this restaurant and is that why he recommended you?" "Yes we own it, it's a family business. It's been in the family many years, even before I was born. My grandmother started it. She told us she started it in and eight-foot square shed. Her first customers sat on logs and stumps, of course they were subject to all kinds of weather. The first meals she served depended on what my grandfather shot while hunting or caught in the stream. Until twenty years ago the menu consisted of mainly fish." "Do I still get the tour?" Penny asked. "You certainly do and Mr. Marshall, are you sure you wouldn't like a bowl of homemade banana pudding? I don't believe you had the opportunity to sample our favorite and most popular dessert." "You've twisted my arm, but I still need to see a man about a horse," dad remarked. "Great, I believe you'll enjoy it. I'll have a bowl brought to your table," the host remarked. "By the way, I'm Rowland." "Rowland, I'll sample your pudding as soon as I return," dad said as he stood and walked from the table. "Penny, you're an absolute beautiful tease. I've been watching you and I understand why my brother was in such good spirits when he called. I like what I see and I would like to see more," Rowland said looking directly into my eyes. That warm feeling passed through my body once again. Our eyes met and remain locked on one another several seconds as a thousand thoughts ran through my mind. Very slowly I spread my legs wider, paused a few seconds, and then loosened the next two buttons on my blouse. The top three buttons were already hanging freely thereby leaving only the three lower buttons holding my blouse together. "Come with me," Rowland said extending his hand and expressed his approval by his smile. Rowland gave me the guided tour of the kitchen and explained much more than I was able to comprehend. I was amazed at the amount of work involved in providing a large amount of food in a very short time. He explained it was a team effort and introduced me to each of the workers. I never gave it a thought previously but I was surprised to see there was more than one cook. Of course I wasn't thinking realistically beforehand. After his explanation I knew it would be impossible for one cook to provide that vast assortment of food in the amount of time allotted. I guess the biggest surprise was finding the kitchen completely stainless steel with everything spotlessly clean. I didn't understand but didn't ask why everything inside the kitchen looked spotless while the exterior of the building appeared rundown and in need of fresh paint. Rowland directed me up a flight of stairs and I was aware he could see my bare ass as he followed close behind. "This is my office and from here I can see the entire restaurant and kitchen. In case you didn't notice the walk-in coolers, storage rooms, and bathrooms are underneath this room. Those areas and underneath the steps are the only places I can't see from up here. If you step over here you can see your father eating his banana pudding," Rowland said motioning to me. I walked over to him and looked down at dad. I was surprised to see the woman in the blue dress sitting in the same seat I previously occupied. I knew it was his sister but we hadn't crossed paths and hadn't been introduced. As I looked down at the table I wondered why I didn't notice the office before. I gasped and made a strange sound when Roland stepped behind me and one huge hand slipped inside my blouse covering a breast. His free hand rested on the lower portion of my stomach and he pulled me tightly against his body. I could feel his stiff prick pressing against one cheek of my ass. TO BE CONTINUED "That's it," dad remarked and began slowing. "Wow, it looks like everyone eats here -- this place is busy," I commented when I saw the number of cars in the parking lot. "I wonder what this building was used for before it became a restaurant," dad said laughing. "DAD!" I exclaimed. The Mama Lou's Restaurant sign was faded and Roller Rink was readable through the faded paint. "Dad, I've got to call Danielle," I remarked as dad pulled into the first parking place he saw which was in the rear. "To tell her about this morning I presume," dad said. "Yes and also tell her we're going to the capital city," I replied. Dad was staring at my blouse. He raised a hand and pressed my erect nipple and a hot flash passed through my body. I couldn't keep silent. "Ohhhh, that sent a thrill through me," I remarked. "You are..." dad said softly. "I'm what?" I asked. "This whole thing this morning -- it's exciting to you. I mean, well -- you may be like your mom," dad said and I saw a twinge of fear in his expression as he looked into my eyes. "Dad, that can't be bad, you love her don't you?" "You know I do," he said smiling quickly. "Well, the only problem I see is you now have two to love and, as you're aware, we're each demanding," I said and laughed at his confused expression. ------- The man approaching us appeared shocked when dad and I walked into the restaurant. The room noise was loud, jovial chatter was the order of the day. Words were shouted across the room and the ensuing reply brought a round of laughter, followed by more words and more laughter. "Come this way please, I have a table in the back, one out of this melee of words. Don't pay attention to them because this goes on every day, they're workers at nearby plants. This sparring goes on daily but they get drunk together each night." "It sounds as though they're ready to riot," dad said to the graying haired black man. "If you want to see a riot just let a stranger intervene," the host said wiping the table before allowing us to sit. "I don't remember you so this must be your first visit to our establishment. We have but one rule and that is no one leaves hungry or dissatisfied. What would you care to drink?" the host asked. His eyes were on my legs and short skirt. When I sat I saw a quick smile flash across his face when I was slow pulling the skirt over my exposed thighs. He took our order and returned with it much quicker than I expected. As we ate, dad engaged me in idle talk, mostly about the workers walking in and serving themselves from a busy serving counter. New customers entered in groups and old customers departed in groups. Our host made several visits to our table and his eyes were either on my blouse or my legs. His warm look excited me because he wasn't hiding his stare. His eyes would go from my legs to meet my stare, return to my nipples pointing against my blouse and return to my eyes. Dad noticed and when we were alone said, "You certainly have his attention when he approaches our table." Our eyes met and I nodded, returning his smile as I acknowledged his remark. "He's handsome don't you think?" I asked. I thought he was handsome but I guess I was swayed by his broad chest and bulging biceps. He was about dad's height but he was half again as broad across the chest. His hands were huge but they didn't appear overly large because of his muscular arms and body. "If you say so, but he looks as though he could rip your arms from your body as easily as he could break a toothpick," dad said as I pulled his bowl of dessert across the table and began eating it. I finished my second bowl of banana pudding and it appeared everyone stood and rushed to the door at the same time. Suddenly we were a small group of eight customers, fifty or more departing at the same time. Our host saw we were finished with our meal and approached our table. "Would you care for more, or something else? I hope everything was satisfactory," he said and his eyes locked on my legs. I glanced down and a tremor passed through my body. I couldn't see it but from his angle I knew he could see my slit. I had a sudden warm rush pass over me. "Everyone left at once, what happened?" dad asked. "They're factory workers and had to return to work," the host said with a smile as I parted my legs a few inches. "I didn't see anyone pay for the meal they ate," I said watching his eyes. The smile broadened on his face and his eyes met my own as he spoke, "We have an arrangement with the three small plants. The workers sign up for their meals in the morning and can pay at that time, or else they use a ticket. We sell the tickets singularly or in books. My sister, the woman in the blue dress, sits at the head of that serving line and takes their tickets. We served 310 workers in an hour and a half today. That's about our average. I hope that explains why everyone seemed to be in a rush, coming in, getting in line, and finding a table," he said. "That's amazing, this building doesn't look large enough to accommodate that many people," my father said. "We can seat 140 and the building capacity is 150," the host said pointing to a board with licenses and food inspections posted. "Would you care for a walk through, we're happy to show you our operation." I looked at dad and nodded quickly. I saw the smile appear on his face and for a moment I thought he was going to accept. He surprised me by declining. "I believe Penny would like the tour, but I need the men's room," dad stated. "Penny, a beautiful name for a beautiful girl, and Mr. Marshall, I owe you an apology." I was as surprised as dad when I heard him called by name. He recognized our surprise by our sudden change in expressions. "Have we met?" Dad asked as the surprise look remained on his face and because dad seemed to squint his crew's feet became distinguishable. "No we haven't met but I was forewarned about the possibility of you coming here today. Of course you wouldn't know but your porter is my brother. He called me. He said I was to give you the best service available and that your meal was on him, no matter what. I don't know if my brother told you but he is 70 years old and as far as he is concerned this has been the best day of his life. If I should be so bold I want to express my appreciation to you, both of you, especially you Penny. You made an old man very happy today. It's ironic that he just went in to see a friend this morning; he's been retired for more than 10 years. He explained what happened. He told me when your call came everyone was busy so he just grabbed a hotel jacket and did what he loved doing 30 years." Dad asked, "Do you own this restaurant and is that why he recommended you?" "Yes we own it, it's a family business. It's been in the family many years, even before I was born. My grandmother started it. She told us she started it in and eight-foot square shed. Her first customers sat on logs and stumps, of course they were subject to all kinds of weather. The first meals she served depended on what my grandfather shot while hunting or caught in the stream. Until twenty years ago the menu consisted of mainly fish." "Do I still get the tour?" Penny asked. "You certainly do and Mr. Marshall, are you sure you wouldn't like a bowl of homemade banana pudding? I don't believe you had the opportunity to sample our favorite and most popular dessert." "You've twisted my arm, but I still need to see a man about a horse," dad remarked. "Great, I believe you'll enjoy it. I'll have a bowl brought to your table," the host remarked. "By the way, I'm Rowland." "Rowland, I'll sample your pudding as soon as I return," dad said as he stood and walked from the table. "Penny, you're an absolute beautiful tease. I've been watching you and I understand why my brother was in such good spirits when he called. I like what I see and I would like to see more," Rowland said looking directly into my eyes. That warm feeling passed through my body once again. Our eyes met and remain locked on one another several seconds as a thousand thoughts ran through my mind. Very slowly I spread my legs wider, paused a few seconds, and then loosened the next two buttons on my blouse. The top three buttons were already hanging freely thereby leaving only the three lower buttons holding my blouse together. "Come with me," Rowland said extending his hand and expressed his approval by his smile. Rowland gave me the guided tour of the kitchen and explained much more than I was able to comprehend. I was amazed at the amount of work involved in providing a large amount of food in a very short time. He explained it was a team effort and introduced me to each of the workers. I never gave it a thought previously but I was surprised to see there was more than one cook. Of course I wasn't thinking realistically beforehand. After his explanation I knew it would be impossible for one cook to provide that vast assortment of food in the amount of time allotted. I guess the biggest surprise was finding the kitchen completely stainless steel with everything spotlessly clean. I didn't understand but didn't ask why everything inside the kitchen looked spotless while the exterior of the building appeared rundown and in need of fresh paint. Rowland directed me up a flight of stairs and I was aware he could see my bare ass as he followed close behind. "This is my office and from here I can see the entire restaurant and kitchen. In case you didn't notice the walk-in coolers, storage rooms, and bathrooms are underneath this room. Those areas and underneath the steps are the only places I can't see from up here. If you step over here you can see your father eating his banana pudding," Rowland said motioning to me. I walked over to him and looked down at dad. I was surprised to see the woman in the blue dress sitting in the same seat I previously occupied. I knew it was his sister but we hadn't crossed paths and hadn't been introduced. As I looked down at the table I wondered why I didn't notice the office before. I gasped and made a strange sound when Roland stepped behind me and one huge hand slipped inside my blouse covering a breast. His free hand rested on the lower portion of my stomach and he pulled me tightly against his body. I could feel his stiff prick pressing against one cheek of my ass. ------- Chapter 2 "You've been waiting on me to do this haven't you?" he asked. "I was expecting... hoping you would," I said as my body, head to toe, felt as though it was on fire. "My brother said Mr. Marshall called you a lady of the evening and you were in some kind of training. I don't believe you're a professional, in fact I know you aren't, so what's the deal... what's going on between you and Mr. Marshall?" Rowland asked. "Mr. Marshall looks old enough to be your father but I have to agree with my brother, you're gorgeous. I must admit I don't understand what's going on between you, between the two of you." I felt my burning body become tense and then gradually relax when he made a comparison. "He is your father isn't he?" I nodded as he pulled at my blouse. I worked the last three buttons and he quickly removed it. His hands went to my breast and I moaned as he twisted my nipples. My legs felt like rubber. "Are you playing some kind of a game with him? You're doing something but I've yet to figure it out. What ever it is you both seem very comfortable with what you're doing." I couldn't explain to a stranger and make him understand so I just shrugged my shoulders. "Look down there at your dad," he said forcing me against the glass. Dad was looking up and when I saw him looking at me wearing a serious expression I pushed back. "I've got to go," I said pulling from Rowland and picking up my blouse. "What's the rush?" Rowland asked. "I've just got to go," I said hurriedly slipping my arms in my blouse and walking to the stairway. I had my blouse buttoned when I reached dad and I was breathing hard. I didn't know if my heavy breathing was a result of my excited state, the fear I felt as dad stared up at me, or the rush down the stairs. I was pleased dad didn't ask me what I was doing upstairs, only commenting I must have enjoyed my tour as I appeared excited. "Honey," my dad said placing his hand on my hip and pulling me close, "this is Lawanda, Rowland's sister, Lawanda my daughter Penny." "My pleasure Penny," Lawanda said reaching for my hand. "Did you make your call, I saw Rowland taking you up to the office. I guess he explained you can't hear a thing on that payphone, not until they replace it." "No, I forgot about the call. Everything he showed me was so exciting I forgot about the phone," I said as she released my hand, turned and shouted to Rowland, "RO, PENNY WANTS TO USE THE PHONE." I turned and saw Roland nodding and pointing up. I looked up and realized dad hadn't seen me standing with my breasts exposed when he was looking up because you couldn't see into the office. "You can't see in the office from here," I said speaking to Lawanda. "No, the glass lets us look out but you can't see in. Some very interesting situations have occurred up there," Lawanda said looking at dad and smiling. "Like what?" I asked. "People like to pretend." "Pretend, what do you mean, pretend what?" I asked confused at her comment. I saw her eyes didn't waver remaining on dad. A quick glance at him gave me the impression his smile was permanently affixed. "Everyone pretends at one time or another. I imagine you have pretended many times and weren't aware you were doing it. When you were younger didn't you play with dolls and pretend?" Lawanda asked and I noticed her eyes remained on dad. "Yes, I played with them but what does that have to do with pretending upstairs," I said looking up at the glass. "Well, I don't believe you play with dolls now, you're quite grown up. You have obviously pretended a movie star was holding you, a hunk you see on the street, or even a star athlete at school. Do you ever wonder what it would be like if you were in their arms and they were kissing you, loving on you, and whispering sweet things to you?" Lawanda inquired. I felt the color of my face becoming crimson as my heartbeat increased and a strange feeling passed through my loins. I wondered how she knew and was it obvious to everyone? I thought about all the stares I received and wondered if they knew what some of my thoughts were. Dad's movement was slight but I saw him adjust the bulge in his trousers. I felt my body tremble when dad's hand slid slowly from my waist and gave my ass a gentle squeeze as it rested on my round globe. "You have, your expression gave you away. Don't worry about it and you shouldn't be ashamed, it happens to us all," Lawanda said in a soft voice. "You too?" I asked in a hushed tone. "Yes, and if you look at your father close you can see he has pretentious thoughts. He's excited, you're excited and damned if I'm not becoming excited myself," Lawanda said dragging a hand across her large breast mound. Dad's hand moved again and she was telling the truth. His man thing was as large as I remember seeing it. I looked at my blouse and my nipples were two very visible rigid points. "You've said we all pretend but what do most people pretend. Surely everyone can't think about making out with a movie star, or a quarterback," I remarked and felt my face becoming flushed again after it just returned to normal. "Men or women?" Lawanda asked. I looked down at dad and said, "Men." "Well, let me think a moment. -- This one man comes in about once a year when there is a women's club meeting. His wife belongs to the club and he stands at the glass and jerks on his prick when one of the ladies gets up and makes a speech. He claims they are commoners, kike himself, but pretending to be more than they are. So, he pretends to jerk off on them." "You let him do it?" I asked. "Hell no I don't let him do it, I charge him dearly, and I make him clean up his own mess afterwards. My mama passed it down from granny, you play you pay." "But the women..." "Oh, the women, they're something else. We have a few, four or five, who come in during the noon rush and pretend they're strippers. They stand up there, do bumps and grinds, and get naked. They pretend they're stripping before a large group of men." "Have you..." and I saw her head nodding before I finished. "I did one time, but I was hornier than hell that day. There is a state trooper that comes in a couple of times a week and eats. One evening he brought this gorgeous blonde girl in and they were sitting at this table. He was facing the office and I saw him looking up several times. I removed my bra and blouse and fingered myself while they ate. They were a wonderful couple, he blacker than the ace of spades and she was Snow White." "Wow," I said, "I know that was wonderful." "More than wonderful," Lawanda said softly. "This is exciting to hear, but we have to get moving. I would like to chat longer, and I'm certain Penny would too, perhaps we could come back another time," dad said giving my ass another gentle squeeze. "Rowland will take you upstairs if you want to make your call. If he tries to listen in on your conversation tell him to get lost, he's nosey." She laughed and dad patted my ass as he pushed against me gently remarking, "Better hurry because we have a three hour drive staring at us." ------- "HEY MAMA, WE HAVEN'T MISSED OUT ON LUNCH I HOPE," a loud voice sounded and I turned to face it, as did dad and Lawanda. "You know you haven't," Lawanda said in a loud voice but much toned down. "Damn machine broke down and we had to stay behind and use the hammer on it. You know how delicate I treat my women," the tall loud burly black man laughed loudly and the two with him merely nodded. "You have enough to feed three starving men?" "Always," Lawanda said as the tall man gave her a tight squeeze and a kiss on the cheek. "I'm thinking of chicken right now, I'll take the other later," he said and I felt his penetrating stare a moment after he released her. Our eyes met and a rush passed over me. He appeared to be forty years old but the eyes locked on mine were mesmerizing. I felt giddy as his eyes traveled over my static frame. He whispered in Lawanda's ear and she turned her head in my direction. She gave me the once over and turned back nodding as she whispered to him. "We've pulled the line but take a seat and I'll have something brought out," Lawanda said as she walked past me to enter the kitchen area. "Lawanda," I called to her softly hoping she heard me. She stopped at the entryway to the kitchen area, turned, and as I closed the distance between us I asked in a hushed voice, "What was that about, the whispering I mean?" She smiled and said, "He's a hunk isn't he? He asked me if you were a player." "A player, what do you mean?" I asked speaking softly. "Well, he looked at the way you're dressed and he wondered. He asked me and I told him you were, but to a point," she responded in her normal voice. "What does that mean, to a point?" "Penny, you and your father are playing adult games. I don't know why or what kind they are, I just know you are. You're not wearing a bra and your nipples are prominent, they have been erect since you entered the restaurant. You're wearing that short teasing skirt and you aren't wearing panties, I've seen your pussy a dozen times. I don't know if you realize it or not but you could get hurt, I mean hurt real bad if you and your father continue. We have customers come in here that would like nothing better than to take you out back and fuck the life out of you. The three men sitting out there were staring at you because you're a beautiful girl. They thing they every woman's delight and I'll admit I find all three to be handsome. Most women would call any of the three a great catch. The smooth one, the hunk, well he's a good friend and I wouldn't worry being with him in any situation. The other two, well, I wouldn't be caught with either on Main Street at noon. That's the difference in people, outward appearances can fool you. Now you're young and obviously quite adventuresome but I see you as a girlie walking a very fine line. Now I have to get those men some food and if you want the phone it's upstairs," Lawanda said walking into the kitchen barking orders. I turned and looked into the seating area. Dad and the three men were each watching me intently. I walked to the stairs and ascended them slowly; I was wondering how it would feel to be taken by those two men behind the restaurant. I walked to the phone and dialed Danielle's number. Her phone began ringing and I let it ring. I walked to the glass and looked down. Dad was in a conversation across tables with the three men and I could see him nodding often, such was his way. The hunk was doing most of the talking and I saw him look up several times, each time I felt he was looking directly at me. Danielle's phone stopped ringing after twenty rings and her voice mail came on. I knew she was home and I redialed, this time dialing her parent's phone. I continued to stare at dad and the men below until Danielle finally answered, although out of breath. "Penny, I was in the pool. I almost gave up on you girl, what's your agenda?" Danielle asked. "We're doing it, we're going to the capital city, and let me tell you about today," I remarked and I knew she could feel the excitement in my voice. I told her about the dressing down Lawanda just gave me and she remarked, "Damn girl, your mom hasn't blasted you that hard in months. You didn't tell her what you and your dad was doing did you?" "No, but let me tell you what dad did to me this morning." I started telling about the porter and she stopped me, "No wait! Dad must hear this, let me get him on the line. Give me a minute and call me back." I glanced out the window and the three men were eating and Lawanda was standing beside them. She looked up and I almost stepped back until I remembered she couldn't see me. I didn't see dad. I waited until I thought Danielle had enough time to call her father and dialed her again. "Penny, dad, can you hear me?" Danielle asked. "Penny, Dani said your pussy got a real workout this weekend, she said you were a little sore, is that right?" Irving Porter asked. "It was a little sore, -- but I feel much better now," I remarked. "Dad, Penny and her dad are going to the capital city for a week," Danielle said to her father. "Ho, Ho, Ho," Irving Porter said laughing. "Christmas in June and what kind of presents are you hoping for?" "I don't know what you mean, I just want to see -- well, Danielle has seen -- I don't know how to explain it," I said stumbling over the words. "I know what you mean. You're forgetting I was fifteen once, although a long time ago. You and Dani have an advantage I didn't have; my parents didn't remember they were young before they were parents. They were strict disciplinarians. I have friends in the city so tell your father to only get a room for the night. Call me tomorrow and I'll arrange much better accommodations for you," Irving Porter said chuckling. "Penny, tell us what your dad did this morning," Danielle said. I told the story about the porter and Irving began laughing. "That is really something, that took some balls," Irving said as he continued laughing. "I think it took some tits," Danielle said and she began laughing. "Uh oh, he's looking up this way and he got up from the table. Yep, he looks like he's coming this way," I said. "Who?" Danielle and Irving said simultaneously. I explained the stares I received from the hunk and before I finished I heard the door open behind me. I didn't turn around, partly from fear of looking at him directly, the other part was total excitement of him just being near. I know he heard me as I finished speaking of him. "What's he doing?" Danielle asked excitedly. "He's just standing in the door, he hasn't said anything," I replied to Danielle. "Can he hear you speaking to us," Irving asked. "Yes, I'm certain he can hear me. I can hear him breathing I think," I remarked to both. "I can hear you, who are you talking to," the hunk asked. "I'm talking to my girlfriend," I said softly. "Penny, speak up girl, we can't hear you when you mumble," Irving Porter said. "I'm talking to my girlfriend," I said in my normal voice. I felt him coming closer and I tensed when he spoke. I didn't realize he was close enough to touch me until he spoke. "Penny, Lawanda said you and your dad were playing a game. She said it was possible you might let me join the game. If you don't want me to play just tell me to leave and I'll be history. I'll go back downstairs and finish my meal while you watch me. You don't want me to leave I know, but if you say the word I will walk away and leave you wondering what you missed." "Penny, tell him you want to be alone," Danielle said hastily. "Hell no, Penny, tell him you want him to stay," Irving Porter said sternly. I was caught in between and I didn't know how to respond. Hunk solved the problem. "Don't turn around. I presume by your silence you want me to stay, but anytime you want me to leave just say the word. I can't stay long because I'm on my lunch hour. What's your friend doing?" the hunk asked and I became unnerved. He moved and was standing very close as I could feel his breath on my hair. I was frozen in place and couldn't have moved if I tried. My tits felt as though they were going to explode and my pussy was wet. I could feel an itch between my legs but I was unable to scratch. "Rubbing her pussy," Irving Porter said. "Rubbing her pussy," I repeated without thinking. "Tell her to stick two fingers in her pussy, work them in and out until it gets real juicy," the hunk said over my shoulder "Danielle, stick two fingers in your pussy, work them in and out until it gets real juicy," I said. "I heard him," Danielle said and I heard her moan softly. "You're a prick tease running around without your panties. Stick your fingers in your pussy and get it wet for me Penny. You better use three fingers so it will accommodate my fat black prick," the hunk said. "Yes Penny, use three fingers and get that pussy wet. You want that fat black prick don't you Penny. Penny, tell him you want that fat black prick in your tiny white wet pussy," Irving Porter said. "Ohhhhhh mmmmmmm," I heard Danielle moan. "Penny, do you hear Dani moan, she's jealous. She wants that fat black prick in her pussy. Tell her Dani, tell her how much you enjoy those long black pricks. Tell her about Stoker... Stoking... Stokes, yes that's his name, Stokes. Tell Penny how he thrust his long black dick in your tiny white pussy and filled your pussy full of his cum. Tell her Dani, tell her how exciting it is to have his cum running down your legs," Irving Porter said. "Ohhhh yesssss," Danielle moaned. I was working three fingers in my pussy and I was nearing a point when it was hard to stand. I could hear the sounds my fingers plunging in and out of my pussy were making. I was wet before but never had I pushed my fingers deep in my pussy. I had to settle for rubbing my clit and the tender lips guarding my virginity. As the tremendous thrill was filling me I wondered why I was adamant about my cherry. Dad popped it and the feeling was out of this world when his prick was buried deep. My fingers were giving me much pleasure but I wanted dad's prick again. The voice behind me was connected to a prick but I was apprehensive. I was positive dad's prick would fill my need but I wasn't sure of the man behind me. I realized the whining moan I heard was coming from my mouth. "Ask your friend if her pussy is dripping. Ask her if she going to come. Tell her not to come yet, tell her you want to come with her," the hunk said. I felt him tug on my skirt and then his bare hands covered the globes of my ass. "Danielle -- is your pussy wet -- are you going to come -- Danielle -- wait." I repeated his words. His thumbs sliding up and down the crevasse between my ass cheeks was making it hard to speak. I wanted his fingers in my pussy; I wanted him to do to my pussy as he was doing to my ass. I glanced down at the tables below me and I saw Lawanda sitting with two men. I didn't see dad. I moaned loudly and came up on my toes when his thumb made a pass through my crack again only this time the thrill was much greater when he pressed against my brown hole. "I can't -- I can't -- I'm coming -- I'm coming -- can't wait -- can't wait, ohhhhhhhhh," Danielle moaned. "Daddy... daddy." "No Danielle, no, not yet... not ready," I said with a moan. I wasn't there and she was coming without me. I wanted her to wait. "I'm here baby... let it go... let it go... I'm here," Irving Porter moaned to his daughter. I was working three fingers in my pussy hard and fast but I couldn't reach the summit, I was near but I was short. I tried to work faster and push my fingers deeper but I was still coming up short, not much but enough I couldn't reach the ultimate. "Give me the phone and place your hands on the ledge," the hunk said taking the phone from my hand and pressing against the back of my neck. I leaned and placed my hands on the ledge. I had been placed in many similar positions on the cheerleading squad but it felt strange looking into the seating area of the restaurant. The two workers were still eating but Lawanda was no longer at the table. One of the couples seated on the far side of the restaurant were no longer there. "Spread your feet," the hunk said and I spread my feet a foot apart. This position was much more comfortable and then I felt something probed between the junction of my legs and then warm flesh against my ass. I looked between my legs and I saw the prick head protruding. From my vantage point it appeared as though I had a prick. The head was huge. "Take my prick and put the head in your pussy," the hunk said. "She's rubbing my prick between her pussy lips getting it well lubricated," the hunk said. "WHAT THE FUCK! I thought this was your girlfriend on the phone, it's a man," the hunk exclaimed. "It's my girlfriend's dad," I moaned as I worked his stiff prick in my pussy slit, placing the large prick head at my opening. "Her dad, wow, you are playing a weird game. Never seen one like this," he said. "She's got my prick at her hole, what should I do now?" the hunk said apparently speaking in the phone. I felt him pushing against me and his prick wasn't entering me easily. I reached for his prick and shifting my ass sideways and back, I spread my feet a little wider. There was still a lot of pressure but it felt like much less. "He said to shove it home. You people are into some weird shit," he said and blinding pain raced through my body. "AAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE," I cried out. "NO! NO! NO!" "I don't think she was prepared for this fat black prick," the hunk said. "What?" he asked someone. "Hell no not all, she has nearly half, I can see four inches still, he replied" "No, I'm about average -- for a black man. Of course, I have girth many don't have." I was crying, screaming, and trying to extricate myself from his prick, all at the same time and I don't know how he could hear anyone the phone. I never suffered as much pain in my life. "Say that again," I heard him say through my cries. "I thought that's what I heard, I'll pass it on to her. Hey slut Penny, he said taking a big dick is similar to having a baby. They each stretch your pussy but do no harm." "AAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE," I cried out again when he stood upright. My feet were no longer on the floor and I could feel his prick sliding deeper and deeper into my small opening. My legs flailed aimlessly attempting to transfer the pressure from my pussy but I realized that was the wrong thing to do. I thought I felt his prick pressing against my lungs. I know he was deep inside me. "NO! NO! NO! I can't take more," I yelled. "What! Huh! Hey, how many damn people on this phone, that was a woman's voice, she said don't hurt her," the hunk said. "Two, that's my girlfriend," I said in a loud moan. "Well girlie, just hang in there, you have it all," the hunk said. "Hey girlfriend! She's got it all now, she's just hanging around waiting for the pain to leave and the fun to begin," the hunk said and began laughing. "Yeah, you're right, call it a three point stance, two hands and a prick." "You have that right dad, she's hanging on a prick," and his laugh continued. Although the pain had diminished to the point I could think clearly, my pussy still hurt like hell. The way I hurt I didn't believe I'd be laughing at my brother the next time he got hit in the balls, or struck his thumb with a hammer. I believe I qualified to distinguish between a hurt and real pain. I was doing everything I knew to pass the time and ease the pain, counting to myself, singing to myself, but in the end I knew it just took time. "Missy, I've run over my lunch break already, we've got to get something going," the hunk said as he put his hands over my breasts and lifted me by my chest, taking the weight off my hands. "Your legs are too fucking short," he said as he walked stiffly to a stuffed chair and leaned me over the back. It felt as though the pain left me completely when he laid me across the chair. I was no longer impaled on his prick. It was deep in me but the pain was much different, I was just stretched and that pain was lessening. My pussy was adjusting to his fat prick just as it adjusted to dads. I let my body relax and suddenly it seemed every muscle in my body hurt. I didn't realize I became tense all over when the pain first struck me. I rolled my head and the muscles in my neck were sore, the same as all the other muscles in my body. I felt him moving, his prick anyway, moving in and out in a very gentle rocking motion. I guess I relaxed when the gentle motion lasted over a minute. It was so gentle and slow, in fact it was too slow. It was like an itch that was just out of reach, the head of his prick was reaching out but I needed it to reach a little bit farther. I couldn't take it, he wasn't going deep enough and I began moving against him. Together we reached the point needing scratching but now there was another itch just a little farther. The friction of his prick entering and leaving my vagina was having a different effect on me. It was a tiny bit of pain coupled with a warm thrilling sensation, and the faster we moved against each other the greater the sensation. He stopped pushing into me and I thought he was going to remove his prick. Just the head was captured in my vagina after he lifted my hips higher on the chair. This position was more uncomfortable as my head was much lower. I could feel my blouse bunched at my breasts. I tried to straighten my blouse or at least make it more comfortable. He pushed deep into my vagina and something seemed to snap in my head. I forgot about my blouse and waited for the next lightening charge. He pulled out and reentered slowly and the sensation struck again. His prick was touching a part of my vagina and a charge was shooting through me. I never felt it before and I didn't understand how it felt so wonderful when a few minutes earlier I was screaming in pain. "Girlie, get ready because I'm going to take you on the ride of your life. We've been working up to this and payday is just around the corner." I felt his hands grip my hips and then he was thrusting his prick in my channel. It happened again. His prick head was rubbing against a sensitive spot on the upper portion of my vagina and the sensation was such I actually curled my toes. He drove faster, -- and deeper, -- and harder, -- and still the sensation built. I thought I was going to scream and suddenly I reached the point my body ached for, the orgasm hit me hard and for a few moments I felt as though rigor mortis set in. I couldn't move. Several seconds passed while my brain whirled blurring my vision, my stomach twisted itself in knots, and them the most warming explosion went off in my pussy and it was many seconds, possibly a minute, before my body returned to normal. Everything that is except my pussy, and I accelerated my thrusting, moving against the prick entering my body. It wasn't moving as fast as it should be moving and I did everything I could to get him to hurry. He was steadily moving slower and then he paused a moment, thrust into me twice and paused again. I felt his body tense and then he began moving, thrusting faster and faster, harder and harder, and then great warmth filled me inside. I was so close to reaching that glorious peak again but he stopped driving and I could feel his prick pulsing, expanding, and contracting. "No, no, no, don't stop now," I cried aloud but he paid me no mind. He left me and I was so near. I was nothing to him any longer. I felt the stinging slap on my ass and heard him speak, but I knew I meant nothing to him. "They'll dock me half an hour for returning late but it was worth it. That was one nice piece of ass." Tossing a box of Kleenex in my direction he said, "Better not get cum stains on the carpet or Lawanda will have your ass." I slid off the back of the chair and reached for the Kleenex. My body went stiff when I saw my father standing just inside the door. My first thought was to ask how much he had witnessed but then I remember I was instructed not to turn around. He had witnessed everything. I wiped at the cum running down my legs and then wiped my pussy. I was looking for a trashcan where the Kleenex wouldn't be seen but having second thoughts tossed the used tissues on the desk. Dad didn't speak as I walked past him but he followed me down the stairs, leaving me to enter the ladies room. I walked from the ladies room several minutes later and dad asked, "Are you ready to continue our journey." I returned his smile and said, "You bet." ------- Chapter 3 To say I was uncomfortable sitting would have been a gross understatement. I was unable to sit in one position more than fifteen minutes and we had been riding for an hour. I didn't feel like engaging dad in a conversation and I guess he felt the same, the ride had been silent. We drove another hour and I guess it hit us at the same time, the total silence, because I turned to him to speak at the same instant he turned off at an exit and released a sigh. "Penny -- sweetheart --, " Norm stammered. "Dad, I love you," I said softly. "Honey, I love you too, and that's why I can't continue with this. I'm your father and for what I've done to you I don't deserve the title. I don't deserve..." "If you loved me then you wouldn't be talking that way. Dad, you're a teacher but you don't see what is happening around you. You see, but you don't want to see, and so you ignore. Look at mom, she loves you, she worships you, and yet you ignore her needs. Dad you have ignored mom and Jimmy has been her only supporter. I have needs too. They are different than moms, but I still have them. I need you close. I am afraid on my own, but if you are not there for me I will do it alone. I have seen things but that's not enough. Until I try those things I will never know and that is the uncertainty that lies before me, will I try it when the opportunity arises." "But you are so young, you have time," Norm remarked. "The time is now dad, isn't that what you tell your students? You're one of the most liked teachers. You, Ms. Pittman, and Ms. Evans push the students, I know because they're my friends. Ms. Evans and Ms. Pittman push me. You don't tell students to sit and wait until it's time, how can you tell me to wait? I stated firmly. "But you're my baby," Norm said. "Dad, I'll be your baby when I deliver you a grandchild, and you'll still be my loving dad." "I don't know. I need to think on it," Norm said as he steered the car back on the highway. "Could we get a room with a Jacuzzi please?' I didn't want to tell him my pussy ached something fierce. ------- "Danielle, he's not going to take me, he told me last night after we spoke," I said. "Don't give up yet, I had a long talk with daddy and he's trying to get in touch with a friend that will help. You'll like him too; he can get you in places you never dreamed of. But let me tell you something about him, if you think your pussy was sore last night girlfriend have I got news for you. I was sore a week and I was only with him one weekend," Danielle said with a soft moan. "Is he big, I don't know if I can take another monster prick today," I remarked. "No, he's not much larger than your dad. You'll have no problem taking him, and he's a wonderful lover," Danielle swooned. "Why do you say I'll be sore afterwards if he's not a monster?" "I can't tell you that. He comes up with all these surprises, but you'll have a great time. I can guarantee you that. He's wild, but he has one thing on his mind, actually two," Danielle said. "Two, and those are?" I asked. "Having a good time and keeping your pussy filled," Danielle said and chuckled. "That sounds like fun," I remarked. "Believe me it is," Danielle said. "What did your dad do after we talked last night?" "Nothing, we had a glass of wine and went to bed. He didn't make an attempt to make love and we slept in the nude. I'm really happy he didn't because I was sore. My lips are sore, I think they're bruised. That's the way they feel. When I woke dad had my breast in his hand, but that's all. He's still sleeping, that's why I called you early." "Mom is kind of disappointed but dad is happy. Mom said she has looked forward to fucking your dad for months. Dad told her not to worry too much because when you and your dad get back dad thinks he can change your father." "I hope so," I remarked. "You know dad will do everything in his power because you know how badly he wants your pussy. I know he wants your mom's as well but not as bad as he wants yours. You know my dad is a pervert," Danielle chuckled. "You shouldn't say that. Danielle, I don't know how I can meet with your dad's friend, dad won't let me get too far out of his site. You know how he is and he's worse here. I thought he was going to the bathroom with me at supper last night. I had a difficult time when he saw there were only men between our table and the bathrooms. There's a convention here and there are hardly any women in the hotel, at least none were in the dining room last evening," I said. "You lucky thing, you should have scouted the place after your dad went to sleep," "That sounds like something you would do," I said laughing. "Not just me, mom and I." "You're kidding, your mom," I asked surprised. "You know mom and you know I'm not kidding. She did it with a guy on the elevator. It was early in the morning and the guy's wife was sleeping in their room. Mom took him out to the elevator when he said his wife was sleeping. Mom said she knew why his wife was sleeping, he was a lousy lay," Danielle said laughing. "I don't know how I'm going to get time alone," I said again. "Don't worry, dad is working on something and he won't let you down... especially if it means getting his dick in your pussy. Speaking of your pussy, I missed you last night. I had to use our friend and you know how I hate him." "Danielle, I think dad is waking up," I said in a whispered voice. "Okay, but remember what dad said, if you leave the room be sure and check for messages when you return. Dad's at work but I know he hasn't forgot about you. Don't worry though, I'm sure everything will work out." "Danielle, he's waking up, -- bye." ------- "Dad, you haven't said two dozen words since you woke this morning. Am I getting the silent treatment? You've hardly touched your breakfast, is there something wrong with it?" I asked wanting him to at least recognize I was in the same restaurant as he. "Sweetheart I have a lot on my mind. Things are just happening too fast -- I wish your mother was here," he said looking away from me. "You know she planned for us to be alone in the hotel, and as for being in the city, it was her suggestion. Can't you see dad, she's in agreement with what we're doing," I commented. "But it's not right -- you're my daughter and..." "Yes, I'm your daughter and I love you. I just want you to love me," I said and I didn't intend for the tears to start. "Penny, I don't..." dad started to speak but he appeared confused and disoriented. I was relieved when he moved from his seat and slid in beside me. I buried my head on his shoulder and the uncontrollable tears flowed freely. For a brief moment I almost asked him to take me home when his arms slipped around me. I felt secure wrapped in his arms. My hand dropped in his lap and I became alert and aware of the moment, he was erect. I moved my hand quickly but I felt his body tense. "Penny, please don't cry," he said after several seconds. I took the napkin he offered and as I wiped my tears his arms pulled me closer. His lips lightly touched my ear when he whispered and he was aware of the involuntary tremble that ran through my body. "I do love you, I love you with all my heart and soul. My life revolves around my two women, you and your mom," he murmured softly. "And we love you in return dad, we just need you to understand us. You've always been there for us and now we need you more than ever. Dad, I'm different and so is mom. We just need you to understand," I said whispering in his ear, letting my lips graze his lobe. I felt his body tremble and it stiffened when I pulled his hand to my breast and pressed it firmly against my soft mound. His first reaction was to pull it away but I held it firm against my mound. He relaxed and when I moved my hand I felt him squeeze it gently. I dropped my hand to his crotch and he made a strange sound as he inhaled deeply. I moaned softly, his hand felt wonderful as he massaged me lovingly. I opened my eyes and closed them quickly. Two men were sitting across from us and they were staring in our direction. Whispering to dad I said, "Dad, two men are watching us." He removed his hand from my breast quickly and I had to exert force but I placed it back on my mound. "Dad, loosen two buttons on my blouse and slip your hand inside. I want to feel you hand on my bare skin," I whispered. My body gave a tremble a moment before his but I felt his fingers working the buttons. "Are you sure about this?" he whispered. "Yes," I said softly as I pulled my knees apart slowly. My leg was against his but he relaxed and let me push his to the side. My skirt stopped me from spreading my legs farther apart but I knew they could see my panties. I inhaled deeply when I felt dad's fingers on the third button and I moaned softly as he opened the fourth. There were only two buttons holding my blouse together when he dropped his hand on the hem of my skirt. I felt my body shaking as his hand pulled my skirt higher. "Their two friends are watching you now what are you going to do?" dad whispered. I spread my legs wider and when dad's hand reached my stomach I knew they could see my covered pussy. I began trembling when his fingers touched my mound and began pressing the panty into my slit. "You're wet," dad whispered, "and they are watching still." Dad pulled my shirt down quickly and I opened my eyes. The waitress was walking in our direction. I pulled my blouse closed and realized dad spread it exposing one breast completely for the men. I looked in their direction and saw four smiling faces looking at us. The waitress walked from out table to get a fresh cup of coffee for dad. At me at the same time the four men stood, sliding their chairs and making a loud noise as they rose. They were smiling as they gave me a final look. "I was ready to leave but I couldn't stand with this erection," dad said when we were alone. "I believe that was a little dangerous." "I think it was very exciting," I remarked pressing against him. He smiled but remained silent as he turned to face me. His finger went to my blouse and pulled gently. I looked down and I could see he was looking at one bare breast. I smiled at him. ------- "Dad, you're in the wrong profession. This room cost $500.00 a night," I stated with joy. "I see the sign. I didn't know Irving mingled with this class of people. I can't believe he brought Danielle here for her sixteenth birthday," Dad remarked. "He did, and Danielle said they had a ball. Mr. Porter said he was going to get me a room here after Danielle had so much fun," I said. "He knows your birthday isn't for four months, what was he thinking?" dad asked. "Dad, Danielle said he didn't have to pay for the room. She said he gets it as one of his fringe benefits so let's not look a gift horse in the mouth. I'm just glad he thought of us when he learned of the room availability," I stated. Hewent in one direction and I went another. When we met again I could see he was impressed with the suite as was I. Dad was smiling when he said, "Two full baths, two king size beds, a sauna and a hot tub on the patio, plus a full kitchen is a little extreme for your everyday hotel room wouldn't you say?" "Dad it's marvelous, I've never seen anything like it," I said. "I guess I owe Irving an apology, I never thought he had it in him," dad remarked. "Dad I don't believe we better order room service," I said passing him the menu from the table. Cough Cough "You're right, the price of these meals look like room rates at the Hilton, I guess we'll be taking our meals with the other guests," dad remarked. "Danielle said the meals are as fantastic as the rooms, and the setting for the evening meal is romantic," I added. "Honey the concierge asked me to come to his station after we settled. I'm going to walk up to the lobby and see what's on the schedule for the afternoon. He said I was welcome and he encouraged me to join the activities. He said you would also enjoy the planned activities." "I'm going to take a bath before I do anything. That tub is large enough to swim in," I remarked. "Danielle said she seldom saw her father while they were here." "I don't know what the agenda is but if I'm not back soon you'll know I joined them. In that case I'll see you at dinner this evening." "Okay, I'm off for a bath and then my swim," I said chuckling. I heard the door close behind dad and I went to the telephone and dialed Danielle's number. "Oh shit girlfriend, you're checked in I just know it. Get ready and be expecting anything because you're going to have a ball," Danielle remarked when she heard my voice. "Dani, what can I expect, what do I look for?" I asked. "I don't know, honestly. Don't worry though because you're going to have the time of your life. They'll ask you what you want and don't be afraid to ask for anything. Whatever you ask for they somehow come up with it. When you get back I'll tell you what my requests were," Danielle said excitedly. "Can I ask for anything because you know how wild my mind gets at times?" "Honey, I thought they were kidding and I asked for some kinky shit -- and I got everything I asked for -- and more," Danielle said and began laughing. "Whatever you do don't ask for a dozen foot long hot (dogs) dicks because they will serve them to you," Danielle said and continued laughing. "You didn't!" I exclaimed. "Uh huh, and I was sore for three days." "What did they do?" "What do you think they did, they made love to me. I'm fortunate I asked to be made love to buy a dozen foot long cocks, and not fucked by a dozen." "You're kidding me," I remarked. "No I'm not, so you be careful what you ask for -- do you catch my drift?" "I think I understand -- and you say I can ask for anything?" "Anything," she replied. "I'll remember that but right now I'm going to take a bath." "Enjoy, because I'd love to be there with you," Danielle said laughing. ------- Dad didn't mention the bath was equipped with the Jacuzzi but I was relaxing and letting the pulsing water massage my pussy. I had a touch of soreness but it was forgotten as the pulsing water brought me to a level a step below an orgasm. I knew if I touched my pussy I would reach the desired plateau but for an unknown reason I refused to touch myself. Many minutes passed and the temptation became too great. Reluctantly I turned the jets off and lay back in the calm water. The silence was deafening and I let my mind start wandering. I was anticipating the afternoon activities Danielle said would begin once dad was occupied, but I was disappointed when she refused to discuss anything I would be subjected to. Even with the unknown I was looking forward to the events of the next few days with great expectations. More than three months Danielle had been talking about the most enjoyable week in her life. Many times I told her she was a terrible friend when I asked her a question of her experience. She ignored my every question only responding by informing me how great the week was for her, and then she would smile and her expression appeared as though she was remembering. I tried to clear my mind but the apprehension remained. Making an effort to clear my mind seemed to be working when I kept getting whiffs of the aroma the oil beads in the water released. The aroma was pleasant and I napped. I jumped when I heard the maid call out, "Housekeeping." I didn't know if I should respond but when I heard her at the bathroom door I knew it was too late. "Oh my, you are a young one. Your sponsor said you were the adventurous type and was open to anything. Is that correct?" the tall buxom woman asked. "You're the second young girl we have had in the past six months. I need to ask you some questions; we want to know if you understand what is happening." The woman was tall and full-bosomed. She wasn't wearing a uniform and I doubted whether she was actually in housekeeping. Her blouse was extremely low-cut and I could see a large expanse of her breast. From my seated position I could see her long legs far better than her breast. Her legs were gorgeous: shapely, and tanned. "You're not dressed in the normal hotel uniform, and I don't know what you mean when you say sponsor. Are you really the maid?" I asked as she lowered the top on the commode seat and sat with her knees pointed in my direction. "I'm not a hotel employee and I am here to ask you a few questions. First, I want to know what you expect, and I imagine you have questions for me. The most important thing is that you are aware and agreeable certain situations will occur, all are of a sexual nature." I listened to her carefully and previously I wondered why Danielle didn't tell me everything. I understood when Valerie, the tall full-bosomed woman, finished speaking. She emphasized the need for the code of silence and gave me several opportunities to opt out, enjoy the remainder of the week with dad, and return home as usual. I informed her I was aware I would be engaging in sex. I rolled the words over in my head but I knew I would never use the safe word, "stop, I quit" because I had been looking forward to this day more than three months. Valerie stood and when she walked from the bathroom I realized I was trembling. The hour I waited for Valerie to return was possibly the longest sixty minutes in my life. I didn't know what to expect because she merely stated she would return in one hour. ------- I was relieved when Valerie returned but at the same time I was shocked. She was dressed to play tennis. "Have you played tennis?" She asked. "Yes, I have played but I do not play that well," I remarked as I looked at her questionably. "Are we going to play tennis?" "I would assume but I'm not positive, I was told to bring you and that we should be prepared to play. I don't suppose you have come prepared to play?" "No, I didn't think I would be involved in any sports," I remarked. ------- I felt a sense of elation and, at the same time, apprehension. I knew firsthand how Danielle felt when she informed me everything would come as a surprise. I looked over at Valerie and the smile she wore equaled my own. We were sitting in the back of the chauffeured limousine sipping wine. We were driving from the sports store where the clerk was overly anxious and rushed to dress me following Valerie's directions. We were now dressed identical, each in tennis attire. "Who pays for this?" I asked rubbing my hand across my blouse. She laughed before she said, "You'll pay for it before the night is over." "But I don't..." Her laugh stopped me from completing my statement and I realized what she meant. I knew she was inadvertently telling me I would pay with my body. The thrill passed through me and I felt warm inside. I wanted to ask questions but she was ignoring me intentionally I felt. Her head was turned from me and she was staring out of the window. We turned into the mansion and my slight case of apprehension changed to fear. I didn't know what lie ahead of me and for the first time I became worried. My fear was short-lived after I met Alex and Alyssa. They were a warm couple although there was an obvious age difference. I assumed he was forty-eight and she informed me she was thirty-five when she saw the questioning look on my face when he mentioned their upcoming fifteenth wedding anniversary. He stood at least six-foot one and her I was equal to my five-six. I was definitely short in the breast department as she was at least a 'D' cup. She was attractive and her humor matched that of his. I realized quickly they were a warm fun loving couple and I found myself laughing with them often. Their demeanor changed quickly and I found them to be very competitive as we walked to the tennis court. I was teamed up with Alyssa when Valerie stated she had never played tennis. "Standard bet," Alex said before we volleyed for serve. "Standard bet, what's that?" I asked Alyssa. She laughed and said, "An article of clothing each game, he likes watching our tits bounce." "Oh!" I exclaimed. The first game was over with in a matter of minutes. Alex won the serve and he showed us no mercy, exerting everything he had into his powerful swing. When I turned to Alyssa she was removing her blouse and laughing. They met at the net and she passed him the blouse making an inaudible comment which he found humorous. He began laughing and at the same time motioned for me to remove my blouse. I looked at Alyssa questionably and she was nodding. I removed my blouse and passed it to him. "Very nice," he said looking at my bra-encased breast. Alyssa served the second game and it was a different story. The score bounced back and forth but we finally won the game. My bra was soaked with perspiration as was Valerie's blouse. She appeared to peel it off before she handed it to Alex. Valerie served the next game and it was over in record time. Alex turned to her and asked, "Could I assist you?" before he broke into laughter. She walked to him and removed her bra on the way. "I thought you were my partner, but you deprived me of my greatest thrill -- undressing women," he said and burst into laughter. I found playing tennis with a bare breasted woman to be a distraction especially when the breast were as beautiful as Valerie's were. I was watching her when I should have been watching the ball and I lost the fourth game for us. Alex was smiling as he assisted me removing my bra. Alyssa stood out of his reach and teased as she removed her bra very slowly. Alex insisted we take a break and surprisingly he admired Alyssa's, his wife's breasts, as much as he gazed at Valerie and me. We started the final game and it was apparent from the beginning Alex been toying with us. He proved he was an excellent tennis player by placing the ball strategically. He ran us, Alyssa and me, pinpointing and placing the ball at will, naturally causing us to travel over every inch of the court. We volleyed back and forth, constantly moving, while he leisurely toyed with us. I found myself unable to keep my eyes from Valerie and Alyssa's swaying bouncing breasts. They were beautiful, especially Alyssa's larger melons. I was becoming aroused watching her large mounds bouncing and slapping against her perspiring flesh. I looked down and my nipples were firm. I knew my pussy was wet and several times when afforded the opportunity to pause I pressed the handle of the racket between my legs. I was in a high state of arousal and I could smell my sex juices. It was strange but I could almost feel my pussy juicing. Chasing the tennis ball with my unhampered breasts wagging freely was exciting, thrilling, and I knew it was because I was openly displaying my body. The thrill of my semi-naked body being observed by strangers was overwhelming. I let Alyssa take my hand and lead me to the gate where Alex stood. The grin he expressed exhibited the pleasure he felt simply because we lost the match. Alyssa stopped before him and he dropped to his knees. I expected him to remove a single article which would have been her tennis skirt. He removed the skirt but he also removed her panties. She pulled me closer to him and he did the same to me as he did to her, he removed my skirt and panties. Alyssa and I were left wearing shoes and anklets. I wasn't surprised when Alex removed our skirts when he finally tired of toying with us. I was surprised he removed the remainder of our clothing leaving us dressed in socks and sneakers. He led us into the mansion and down a set of stairs. I followed the trio expecting them to lead me to a shower. The room was an entertainment room. There were three pieces of exercise equipment in one corner and opposite it a pool table. The center wall had a large screen television mounted on the wall and three sofas were in a semi circle facing the set. On the opposite wall stood a wet bar and the butler was mixing some type drink in a blender. He slid a glass of the blended juice before us and departed by the stairs. I don't know what the juice consisted of but it was refreshing. The glasses weren't large but after I drank the juice I no longer had a thirst. Alex told me to have a seat on one of the sofas and they went to the pool table after a short discussion. They were discussing me. They played a short game and returned to me, each wearing a smile. Alex looked at his wife and asked, "Well, which will it be?" "Pussy," Alyssa said with a smile and looked at Valerie. Alex walked to a door and retrieved a futon from inside the room. Placing it on the floor below the wall-mounted television, he turned to Valerie. Alex looked a shade disappointed when Valerie said, "Mouth." Alyssa led me to the futon and when I lay on my back, she fell to her knees and then her mouth covered my pussy. Her tongue brought me a quick orgasm and before I finished trembling Valerie settled over my head. She spread her pussy and lowered her body over my mouth. I licked the salty perspiration from her womanhood and then slipped my tongue deep inside her. I was soon matching my tongue strokes in her pussy with those of Alyssa. My tongue brought Valerie's orgasm a minute before Alyssa gave me my second earth-shattering orgasm. As if on queue, I felt a mouth cover one breast and a hand on the other. I don't know how long we lay in the floor, I only know they were changing positions on my body, moving from my pussy to my face, my face to my breasts. I don't know when the extra people joined us but when I had a prick in my mouth and one entered my pussy I knew we were more than we began with. When I drained the prick in my mouth I looked at the extra people. It was the butler, the maid, and two men I never saw before. I don't know how many pricks came in my pussy and I can only remember, losing count after I swallowed six loads of cum. My mouth and tongue was sore and my stomach felt as though I had received a cum enema in my pussy. I was dripping cum when I stood. I didn't know where my clothing was but Alyssa gave me a robe. The two men I saw earlier, Eric and Victor, assisted me to the limo and I was driven to the luxury cabin. They understood my sore mouth and didn't insist when they asked about another blowjob. Each did fuck me one more time enroute to our room. Dad wasn't in the room when I entered and the former strangers, Eric and Victor, were looking about the room when I walked into the bathroom. I took a long hot shower. I walked from the bathroom wrapped in a towel and I remember thanking them for a wonderful sex-filled evening. I don't remember them leaving because I stumbled to the bed exhausted. ------- Chapter 4: A Day Of Surprises I woke soon after I fell asleep, or that is the way I felt. I was exhausted. I looked at the clock when I saw dad in bed, rather half in bed. I rushed to the bathroom and deposited a load of cum unknowingly stored deep in my pussy at the same time I peed. I stumbled back to the bed and realized dad almost made it. He was lying on his back while one foot remained on the floor. His trousers had caught on the shoe of the foot on the floor. His shoe and sock remained on that foot. He was obviously drunk and it didn't surprise me he was naked from the ankle up. I smiled when I glanced at his midsection and saw his prick was lying limp to one side. It was apparent he had sex before coming to bed, his prick had cum covering it. I removed his shoe, sock, trousers, and pulled him on the bed. Unable to resist, I reached for his prick. It was sticky and stiffened slightly when I let my fingers surround it. I leaned over and licking his crown found the taste pleasant. "Oh Jenna I'm bushed, I need some sleep honey. Let me get a short nap and we'll continue," dad moaned. His words surprised me, who was Jenna I asked myself. I concluded it was someone he met the previous day because we didn't know anyone in the city. Whoever she was, she had a sweet tasting pussy. He seemed to relax totally and fall into a deep sleep when I released his prick. I walked around the bed and stared at him a few seconds. He certainly looked satisfied and the smile on his face caused me to smile. He appeared in deep sleep, his breathing even, and his expression left me of opinion he was at peace with the world. I crawled in beside him trying not to disturb him although I could probably have bounced on the bed and he wouldn't have known it. Dad immediately rolled over and wrapped his arms around me. I forgot to turn the lamp off and when I started to move dad clutched me tightly. A few seconds passed. I decided he wasn't going to release his hold on me and I closed my eyes. I don't remember falling asleep but again I didn't sleep long before I was awakened by the bed shifting again. I opened my eyes and jumped from fright when I saw the girl sitting beside me. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you. I'm Karen and we have been entertaining your father this evening. I wanted to let you know we returned his car and brought the Chinese food he insisted we pick up. I can see he is in no condition to eat," she said as she looked at dad and began shaking her head. My head was cloudy because I was still half-asleep but I heard 'we' and 'Chinese'. The remainder of her speech passed through my head without recognition. "We!" I questioned. "Chinese?" "Yes, your father insisted we stop for Chinese. We brought enough for Craig and Jena but I suppose they didn't stay long, they're not here. My dad and sister are in the main room. I know it's an inconvenience but they would like to meet you as you are as beautiful as your father boasted." "Dad said I was..." Karen interrupted me by saying, "Yes, he has repeatedly spoken of your beauty but I thought it was the liquor talking. Now that I've seen you I realize he was speaking the truth. Come, please meet my father and sister, I believe they felt your father was bragging just as I did." I didn't realize my breast were exposed to her until she lifted dad's hand and arm from my waist. Taking my hand, she assisted me as I stood on shaky legs. She guided me to the dressing table, and after waving the brush in my face, began brushing my hair after I nodded. I stared at my image as she ran the brush through my hair and I definitely didn't see a pretty girl. I tensed when she laid the brush on the table and walked behind me, cupping a breast in each hand. "Dad is going to love you, he is a tit fanatic. You are the size that causes him to go crazy. My sister is your size and he can't keep his hands or mouth from hers. I'm a 'C' cup and he tells me I've too much up top -- but he tells me he loves me regardless. He's going to love your barren pussy as well," Karen said holding the robe for me to slip on. I checked my image before I let her pull me to the main room but still I didn't feel beautiful. My eyes appeared puffy and the translucent robe didn't hide my body. The robe was one Danielle and I picked out for dad. I hesitated, only to feel Karen tugging on my hand determined. We entered the main room and Karen announced, "Dad, Krystal this is... ," turning to me she asked, "you are Penny aren't you?" I nodded but my eyes locked on her dad. He was tall and the instant he turned and smiled I felt my knees weaken. Although it was a microsecond my eyes took in his image, I felt he was the most handsome man I ever met. "Dad, Krystal, this is Penny and Norm was correct, isn't she beautiful?" "Gary," he said in a deep baritone voice, "Call me Gary, and you are as beautiful as Norm declared." I watched him approach but he didn't appear to walk, rather he glided. His arms wrapped around me and when he leaned and kissed me lightly on the lips, I felt my legs turn rubbery. Never, absolutely never, had any man have the effect on me such as he did. I raised my head and his lips met mine once more, this time my lips parted as I tried to take a breath and his tongue slipped into my mouth. I would have fallen in the floor if he hadn't held me firmly against his body such was the effect he had on me. "Come, sit, we're ready to eat. Karen, is Norm coming? After all this feast was his idea," Gary said as he assisted me to the table. "He's not going to make it dad," Karen announced in a musical voice. Seating me, and then his daughters, Gary sat on my left and chuckling said, "I didn't believe he really wanted to eat. It was on his mind because we were speaking of missing a Chinese meal by joining him this afternoon." "I'm jealous," Krystal said seemingly pouting while looking directly in my eyes. Krystal's comment and demeanor caught me off guard and I felt my face turn crimson. Our eyes locked several seconds and finally she winked and began smiling. I was unsure how to take her until she started chuckling and began distributing the food on plates. "She's the prankster in the family and that's her way of saying she likes you," Gary said resting his warm hand on my thigh. The audible gasp I made didn't go unnoticed by Krystal or Karen. What surprised me was each looked at me with a quick glance before dropping their eyes to the food. A giant smile broke out on each face and Karen took the plate offered her and sat it in front of me. Krystal continued doling out the food on the plates until the four of us had a plate sitting before us. They began eating, actually diving into the food, as did Gary. His hand never left my thigh as the trio devoured their food. His hand didn't remain motionless either, massaging my leg as it slowly moved almost cautiously nearer my pussy. I glanced down and saw my robe had been pushed aside, baring my pussy when he laid his hand on my leg. "It's a shame your father couldn't join us, after all he did work up a fabulous appetite this evening," Karen remarked glancing in my direction. Gary nodded and Krystal looked directly at me and whispered, "You are a lucky girl. Your father is an excellent lover and so caring of special needs. Of course, you have some training to do because he definitely doesn't like to apply force to his spankings. I had to insist he strike my ass harder this evening as he kept telling me he didn't want to leave marks. When I get spanked I like it when a man really reddens my ass, I come that much harder." "But he does know how to eat a girl's pussy," Karen remarked in her regular voice. "He knows how to work his tongue; I don't believe I've come harder in weeks. He definitely knows his way around and how to lick a girl's pussy." "Hey! What about me, I haven't heard either of you complaining lately," Gary remarked with a whine in his voice. "Dad, let's face it, your strong point is your marvelous prick. You definitely have the market curbed when it comes to filling a girl but --," Karen remarked. "Karen is right dad, your prick is the best there is but Norm has a tongue that drives us wild and just keeps getting better. What do you say Karen?" Krystal inquired. "She's right dad. You have a wonderful tongue but you know everyone wants your long dong and you sometimes rush things to fill a gaping hole -- not that we are complaining," Krystal remarked pushing the empty plate forward. "I just wish I could get a couple of my teachers, one in particular, to force his mouth against my pussy. Of course, if I could get him to kneel there wouldn't be a need for force, I'd spread my pussy for him willingly." "I know the one you're speaking of and I'd do the same thing sister," Karen remarked. I caught myself nodding. I felt a blush filling my face when I realized the trio was staring at me. It suddenly dawned on me they were speaking sexually explicit to gauge my reaction. It was working, especially with Gary's hand softly massaging my thigh. Tired as I was, I felt the urge building within. Earlier in the evening I had several pricks make love while the same pricks later fucked me. I couldn't believe I was having thoughts of Gary's prick entering me. My pussy and mouth were exceptionally sore, an hour or more earlier I remembered swearing off pricks, although that was only in my mind. "Do you have a favorite teacher you think of often?" Gary asked. Hesitantly I nodded. "Male of female?" Krystal asked and I felt my flushed face turn crimson. "Ah, a girl after my own heart," Karen moaned softly. "I keep telling Krystal women understand and do a better job than most men but she's a non-believer." "Shit Karen, you don't care as long as it has a tongue. Horses, dogs, cows, or monkeys, all are the same to you. Admit it, you don't care." "Dad, she's doing it again, talking out of turn," Krystal remarked. "She's right honey, we agreed not to give out secrets," Gary said speaking sternly to Karen. "I'm sorry sister," Karen said quickly directing her eyes to her sibling. I stated boldly, "You let monkeys... ?" Krystal looked at me mumbling and shaking her head, "Not monkeys, she's exaggerating. I have a Lab and he has a long wet tongue. I get horney at times and -- well it's better than doing it to yourself." I stared at her a moment before remarking, "One of my teammates has a Lab and when she lets him run loose he's always sniffing under my skirt, her skirt, or her moms. Do you think all Labs like to lick a girl between the legs? It embarrasses me but my friend doesn't seem to mind, nor does her mother. They just push him aside and tell him to lay down somewhere. He's obedient and usually does as they tell him." "Honey, any dog can be taught to lick your pussy, breeds don't come into play. It's like when a beautiful girl walks into a room dressed sexy, perfumed, and seemingly oozing of sex, that "all" the males lust after her, not just a select few. Similarly, a dog has a keen sense of smell and once he gets a whiff of a wet pussy nature takes its course because he never forgets the smell," Gary said chuckling. I was looking into his eyes and his hand began sliding softly higher, nearer my pussy. His smile captivated me and I felt my body warming as I casually spread my legs, giving him complete freedom to touch my pussy. I emitted a gasp when his fingers touched my pussy lips and I heard both daughters whispering encouragement to him. ------- I woke, worked my jaws and moaned from the soreness. I remembered Eric and Victor stretched my mouth many times the evening before but I was never able to take their nine and ten inch dicks fully in my throat. Karen and Krystal had cheered when Gary forced his twelve inch cock deep in my throat and later filled me with two fresh loads of his cum within thirty minutes. I felt as though I was split in half when he buried his foot long cock in my pussy. The torture began minutes later when using the juices of our mingling, he probed and prodded within the area of my nether hole before he let his monster slide in my ass. I was positive I wouldn't be able to walk for a week. I looked over to dad's side of the bed and it was vacant. The room was quiet and seconds later, I heard the shower. My mouth was dry and I groaned as I crawled from the bed. My pussy was sore, and my ass was just as sore. Each for the same reason my jaws ached, those nine, ten, and especially that twelve-inch prick. Dad and Alex were the only average people I saw with normal prick sizes since we left the honeymoon suite mom set up for us. I hoped mom was right when she said dad was normal in size. I enjoyed the huge pricks but I realized they were a fantasy. Both Karen and Krystal professed to often being sore the morning after Gary gave them a good fucking. I couldn't see waking every morning with an aching pussy although I had to admit they gave me much pleasure the evening before. I walked gingerly across the floor to the small refrigerator, each step sending a spike of pain through my lower body. I removed a small carton of orange juice and drank it standing in front of the open door. The cool air from the fridge caused my nipples to become erect. I cupped my hand over one and squeezed it, winching. "Wow!" I said aloud because of the shot of pain. My breasts were tender but I had to admit they were less tender than my jaws or pussy. I turned and tossed the empty juice container in the trash. The juice satisfied my thirst and I walked toward the bed. When I saw the couple sitting on the sofa I screamed. They scared the hell out of me and I assume I reacted the same as every woman, one hand went over my pussy and my free arm across my breasts. "I'm sorry, I should have spoken sooner. I'm Craig Anderson and this is my daughter, Jenna. We're waiting on your father; we have a tee time in an hour. Don't dress for us because you have a beautiful body," Craig Anderson said when he saw me reach for my robe. I held the robe shielding my nakedness a few seconds before I tossed it on the bed. A thrill ran through my body as I turned to face him and he stared at me fervently, my body that is. His stare changed and became a leer. His expression was obvious and he began smiling as he let his gaze start at my feet and slowly move upward taking in every portion of my body. When his eyes reached my breasts, he made an odd facial expression and looked to his daughter. "What do you think of those tits?" he asked as casually as he would ask any question. "Very nice but they are average size. I believe if her nipples were more prominent she would be a delectable prize," Jenna Anderson remarked. "I agree and those were my exact thoughts," the elder Anderson said as he rose and approached me slowly, his eyes never leaving my breasts. My body was trembling from fright but my pussy, although sore, was tingling with excitement. "May I?" he questioned as he stopped within arms reach his hands poised inches from my breasts. The sudden fear I felt was not for my life but that he would find my body displeasing. I realized I was riding on a high from Karen and Krystal's continuous comments on my beauty hours earlier. His daughter pointed out my breasts was average and the way his eyes were devouring me as he approached I assumed he would find more fault as he drew nearer. My delay in responding to his question apparently granted approval in his mind because a hand covered each of my breasts. He seemed to weigh them, gently lifting each. I moaned softly expecting pain but his touch was gentle. "What they lack in volume doesn't hamper the quality," he said turning and directing his words to his daughter. "Jenna, you're going to love these, they're as fresh as a morning flower and the little buds are ripe for picking." He was rolling my nipples between his thumb and forefinger and I could feel them harden as he rolled them harder. I felt the pain and winched but his gaze quelled my objection. I felt a tremble in my stomach and I found a surprising gentleness in his touch. The tenderness he expressed through his hands was erotic and stimulating. I felt my body begin trembling uncontrollably causing him to release my breast and in a gentle motion ease me to the bed. I couldn't believe my reason for trembling. "Dad, she's having an orgasm," Jenna said excitedly while moving quickly to us. I had to look up when she reached us because she was tall, much taller than her father. I continued to tremble and she was correct; I was feeling the pleasure of a tiny orgasm. Why, I couldn't explain as there was minimal contact. Her hand reaching out and caressing my upper thigh was kindling on a fire. It was akin to living some kind of fantasy. I thought I was dreaming because everything began happening so quickly. I felt my body being pushed back against the bed and at the same time, my legs were pushed apart. In unison, as though it was practiced, a mouth covered my breast and pussy simultaneously. Tongues began working, one flicking roughly across a nipple while the other probed at my clit after sliding through my wet slit. My arms and legs were useless and felt as though they were just hanging from my body. I wanted to direct the mouth on my breast but I couldn't get my arms to cooperate. The same with my lower extremeties, I attempted to lift them and capture the body centered between my legs. I wanted to speak but I could only make a strange sound. The orgasm overcame me and I felt suspended in space as the indescribable feeling gushed throughout my body. I was in that suspended state where every touch felt erotic. I felt my body being pulled, twisted, and realized they centered me on the bed. I felt my legs lifted and the pillow placed under my ass, elevating me. I felt the life form moving over me and settling on my face. It was several seconds before I realized the pussy that covered my mouth impaired my breathing. At the same time I felt my pussy being stretched by a warm prong as it probed deep in my opening. The prong was warm and stimulating as it entered my sore pussy slowly, filling me completely. I heard the words, "Use your tongue... work it in my hole... make me come... please make me come, -- please," the warm female voice pleaded. At the same time I heard, "Her pussy as tight, it's almost as if she was a virgin," the male voice responded. "Give it to her dad, give it to her hard," the female voice said. "Fuck her, fuck her hard, that's the way she wants it." I heard the words and realized it was my father speaking. Another thrill rushed through my body and my pussy began tingling when I heard my father speak. My body felt as though it was on fire from him observing me. I tried to speak but again I expressed an unintelligible tone. "This is what you wanted, I'm sorry I couldn't give it to you," I heard my father say and I trembled at the sound of his voice. "Lick my pussy, use your tongue," the female voice said again. I had to use my tongue; I had to do something to get a breath of air. The pussy was covering my mouth completely and I couldn't breathe. I began licking the pussy and the taste was familiar. I assumed my struggles were familiar because the pussy raised enough to give me the opportunity to gasp for the fresh, much-needed oxygen. The pussy covered my mouth again and I my tongue began probing deeper. I knew I was giving enjoyment because I heard the moans as the pussy began rocking. The rocking motion gave me the opportunity gasp for the air I needed to continue. My mouth was filling with fluids and I realized they were coming from the pussy. I swallowed and began probing my tongue deeper, as deep as possible, desiring more of the sweet tasting warm juices. Her moans were becoming louder as she began plunging against my mouth searching for more tongue. "Yes, yes, yes," she moaned as she lowered her full weight on my tender lips. I tasted blood and I knew it was from my lip as she ground her pussy hard against my mouth. I ignored the pain as she ground her body as forcefully as possible downward, forcing her pussy over my mouth. As a form of recourse, I thrust my pointed tongue into her deep several times, ignoring my own pain, but feeling glorified as she wailed. Her loud expressions of joy acted as a trigger that released more of her fluids into my mouth. I moaned as I sucked fiercely, attempting to capture each droplet she released. She screamed with joy as she pulled my head hard into her pussy, while at the same time I felt my pussy being filled with warm fluids by the pulsing prick. "Pump her full of your cum, give her a baby," I heard my father express loudly. Hearing dad's voice encouraging the elder Anderson to impregnate me actuated a switch in my body and I released my fluids, as everything seemed to get fuzzy. Suddenly the prick driving in me felt much larger, and much longer, penetrating deeper than before. Once again, it became impossible for me to control my body movements, my arms and legs once more becoming useless. I could sense darkness coming and although I thought I had it under control, I was definitely wrong. It overcame me. ------- I was elated when I looked up and realized it was dad's prick working in and out of my tender, sensitive pussy. I knew they were discussing me but the enjoyment I was receiving was more important than their discussion. I sensed what was happening although I was unable to assist. Dad held me firmly against his body and rolled until I was on top, his prick slipping from me. Dad was on his back and quickly found my pussy, his warm throbbing prick reentering me. Dad moaned as he raised my hips several inches each thrust he made. I was in fantasyland as he raised his head and sucked a nipple, thrusting into me hard at the same time. The thrusting continued and the mumbling noises I heard, previously unintelligible, began to form intelligent comprehensible words. "That's it, fuck her, fuck your daughter, fuck her hard and make her your little whore. That's what she wants to be. She wants to be your little whore so give it to her and give it to her hard," the excited Jenna repeated several times. Her encouragement was driving dad and I was receiving the benefits. His prick felt harder than ever and he was no longer treating me as if I were going to break. His hard thrusts were something mom said she pleaded for continuously. I was receiving them however, I knew I could never describe to her how magnificent they felt. In the first place it would be impossible for me to describe, and the second, it would be disappointing for her to hear I was receiving the thrill when she should be the recipient. Jenna had moved beside me kneeling after tossing her shoes aside. She was caressing me softly with one hand, moving it over my stomach, up to a breast were she would tweak a nipple and then run her hand over my trembling body until she reached my pussy. I could feel her hand touching dad's prick. She was further tormenting me by pressing my clit against his shaft. Her free hand was gliding over my ass, my upper thigh, and several times, she forced a finger into my bunghole. I pushed up on my arms allowing dad to play with my breast. I looked down and realized why dad's attention lay on Jenna. She had spread her legs when she squatted and she wasn't wearing panties. I had to look the second time to confirm she was clean-shaven. Obviously, that had been a big thrill to dad as it was to me. I wanted to reach out and touch it but I felt another pair of hands on my ass before I had the opportunity. I knew they were Craig Anderson's but I did not know what he was doing. One hand was cold and felt greasy. His finger began penetrating my nether hole which caused me some discomfort. He did not push it into me deep, possibly two digits before withdrawing the finger. I was certain he was stroking his prick and when I tried to look back, I couldn't see what his hand was doing, I could only feel the movement of his body and the bed. Dad stopped thrusting and pulled at my head until our lips met. He held me firmly, almost to the point of further bruising my already sore lips. I felt Craig Anderson's hands on my ass. I winced when I felt his forefinger enter my nether hole and a second later, I moaned when his prick head entered me. I tried to pull away but dad held me firmly. I screamed into dad's mouth when Craig thrust a third of his prick in my ass hole. Dad released his firm grip and said, "Relax baby, the worst is over and I promise you it gets better." With tears in my eyes, I glanced into his and saw how pleased he appeared. I stared at him for a moment and his expression didn't change. I assume the expression he bore caused me to relax because within a matter minutes Craig Anderson had buried his entire prick and my ass. I couldn't understand why I felt less pain when Gary shoved his foot long prick in my ass. Craig didn't have the finesse and he certainly didn't have the charisma his friend wallowed in. There was pain but mostly I felt discomfort. Dad and Mr. Anderson lay motionless several minutes and I gradually relaxed, actually tiring from the tension as I was expecting more pain to follow. I couldn't believe the feeling when he started pushing his prick s-l-o-w-l-y in and out. Discomfort, misery, discomfort, depression, discomfort, despair, indifference, joy, indifference, jubilant, euphoria, elation, and it just became better and better. It became breathtaking when he began pulling out, leaving just his prick head inside me, pausing and then driving his prick hard and deeper each thrust. "Norm, she's going to be a little whore, she is going to want your prick every day," Jenna said chuckling softly. "Norm, I think my little whore daughter is speaking the truth. She should know because she's just as fond of hard cock as your Penny seems to be. Play your cards right and make her pay for your prick, don't just give it to her. My little slut brings home friends who desire a mature man, or else she has to settle for her inexperienced friends," Craig Anderson said laughing softly as his body slammed against my tender ass cheeks, driving his stiff prick into my nether hole. It was tormenting. His pauses filled me with anticipation because when he pressed into my ass I wanted to scream with joy and pain each time. It was close to the most painful, yet sensual feeling, I could remember. I compared it to being in a high state of arousal and pressing against or squeezing my clit causing excruciating pain. His prick sent jolts of electricity throughout my body. I wanted to diffuse one feeling, the pain, but I wanted the delightful feel of the jolt charging my body. Mr. Anderson began driving into me faster and faster from behind while dad was thrusting harder and harder against my pussy. They were filling both openings simultaneously and together they would withdraw leaving me with an empty feeling. I was teetering on the edge of a giant explosion. Thunder and lightning could not have disturbed me when that phenomenal feeling crept into my body. At the peak every muscle in my body seemed to contract and hold me suspended many seconds before the flash of light exploded in my head. I thought every drop of blood and every other body fluid was trying to escape my body through my pussy, ass, and tits, the pressure on each so intense. Next came that wonderful feeling as it flowed through my body, scorching my hands, arms, legs, and feet evenly while a soothing sensation filled my stomach, pussy, and breasts. I was breathless and then everything went black. I don't know if it was seconds or minutes I had been out of it when I heard my father and Craig's voices mumbling. I just know it was two or more minutes before they began making sense. I realized I was semi aware of their conversation when I heard Craig telling my father we would be a close family when dad could make love to his daughter and wife in the same bed. As I regained my senses, I listened astonished as Craig explained to dad he would give Jenna the fucking she deserved when she brought a willing stud home for her mother to seduce and fuck at times, and at other times, she would bring home a delightful virgin for him to deflower. Jenna made dad aware I was listening and he pulled me close, covering each bare breast with a warm hand. I relaxed and rested my body against dad's warm body. His presence, his arms around me, and the gentle way he pulled me close, gave me an inner peace. I felt comfortable and secure. ------- "Did you hear your father's comment when they were putting dad's clubs in the trunk of your car?" Jenna asked. "No, but it was probably something dealing with school or students," I replied. Jenna chuckled softly and responded through the laugh, "Your dad said they would have to rent carts because he didn't have energy to walk eighteen." I laughed and said, "He's not the only one having difficulty walking, I can't remember ever being this sore." Jenna slipped the key in the ignition and when the motor hummed, she began laughing. Her laughing became harder and I displayed my annoyance in my stare. She laughed a full minute and when she turned to face me, she suddenly stopped. It took her a few moments but she finally composed herself. "I see by your look you think I'm laughing at you but believe me I'm not. I'm laughing at your comment because I know exactly how you feel, I mean you saying you're sore. I remember telling my father I felt the same way a year ago." She placed her hands on the steering wheel and began rocking back and forth. I don't know what she was thinking but her comment didn't change my opinion or feelings for her. She rocked perhaps a minute before she stopped and turned to face me, twisting in her seat, exposing the smooth flesh of her leg almost to the point I could see her pussy. I caught myself staring at the tip of her skirt. I wanted to see her pussy again as a warm sensation passed through me but I was confused. Her laughter, comments, and attitude was upsetting but an hour earlier, we were moaning at the height of our mutual orgasms as our pussies pressed tightly against each other. Our fathers had sandwiched us, me lying on her dad with his prick in my ass while her pussy pressed against mine by the force of my father's prick thrusting into her ass. We were a mass of tangled limbs but our orgasms were one of the best of the morning. Craig had expressed regret they were without his wife's double headed dildoe which would have made the mating complete. I was pressing my hand firmly against my mound when Jenna said, "I was a virgin until this time a year ago. In fact, I lost my cherry in the same bungalow you share with your father. I know exactly how you feel when you say you are sore." "You what!" Our eyes met for a moment and her expression changed. A look of sadness came over her face and the words she muttered sounded apologetic. "I was a virgin -- until this time last year. It's a long story but to make it short -- my friends, my closest friends called me 'Miss Rich Bitch' but never to my face. I was a bitch because I was spoiled. Mom and dad gave me everything I asked for -- always. I had one thing in mind and nothing else mattered -- I wanted things to go my way. I got it too because after my tits started growing every male I came in contact with wanted to touch them. I let them but they paid dearly. I'd remove my shirt or blouse and they liked nothing better. When they got their hands on my small tits, I would ask for favors. They gave in. When I turned thirteen I began letting men, and boys, suck them but again they had to pay the price. I didn't care what I asked for because it really meant nothing to me after I received it. I don't know why I'm telling you this. I guess it's because I look at things different now," Jenna said and I saw she was staring at my hand pressing against my mound. "Do your folks have money?" I asked in a sympathetic tone, which I copied from hers. Jenna nodded slowly and added, "Yes, that's why the gifts I asked for were unnecessary, I had everything I wanted or needed. I asked for ridiculous things but they produced them. I have a dozen watches, all the same and they're expensive. The same with bracelets, I have eight identical. I don't even like bracelets and I've never worn the first one. I have drawers full of junk I don't care about, I just wanted the thrill I received letting men toy with my body. Before I turned sixteen, it was three or four months before I think, I walked in on my mom and dad making love. I wasn't close to either, but that was my own doing. I didn't want to be close because I was afraid." Jenna paused, stared through the windshield a few moments before taking a deep breath. She turned to face me and suddenly her face seemed to relax and a smile formed. The smile appeared natural and she seemed much prettier than anytime earlier. Her hand left the steering wheel and rested on her thigh, but only a few seconds. Her hand slowly moved up her thigh, across her flat stomach, continuing upwards until it cupped her breast mound. She began slowly caressing her breast. Her caressing motion was erotic and I pressed my hand firmly against my mound as I felt a tingling in my lower body. Her tone was soft when she resumed speaking. "To finish my story, I stood in the doorway and watched them. I don't know how long I watched but it was quite a while. Mom finally saw me in the doorway watching them and motioned me from the door. Dad wasn't aware I was watching him shove his prick into mom, but she definitely was. Later she came to my room and blessed me out. She didn't start out to scold me but because of my preposterous behavior it came about. I was deliberately rude to her when she entered my room. She started to speak to me as a caring parent but my tone was offensive and abrasive. Her demeanor changed, upsetting me, and I made up my mind while listening to her I was going to seduce dad. I was going to get him to fuck me and I wanted her to see us coupled." I don't know why but as I listened to her I realized she hit the nail on the head when she told her father and mine, an hour earlier, I was a sexoholic, that I'd want a prick in my pussy daily at the least. I was aware she was probably speaking the truth because, although definitely sore, I was on the verge of fingering my sore pussy. Jenna continued after a short pause when she inhaled deeply, "I don't think I actually wanted to hurt her but I wanted him because, -- well I wanted my way. I was technically a virgin, as I never had a prick in my pussy. I'd allowed the pervs slip many things in my pussy but their prick was a no-no. Watching him and mom was something new and I wanted to experience it. I often thought about letting one of the men fuck my virgin pussy as they fondled me, but none seemed worthy. Suddenly, I wanted him, my own father. I started flirting, big time, every chance I had I took advantage of it. I began staying at home; I mean I didn't go anywhere just so we would cross paths more often. I love showing my body and I showed him everything, more when she was present. What I didn't know is they had discussed it, I mean dad fucking me." I moaned and pressed hard against my mound. I wanted to slip my hand under my skirt and finger my pussy but I didn't want Jenna to watch me. I thought about dad fucking me and I wanted it to be personal when I fingered my twat. I knew exactly how Jenna felt seeing that I walked the same path as she. Jenna stated she was extremely bold exposing her body to her dad. I merely flashed dad several times but not with the boldness Jenna declared to have used against her father. "I flashed dad a few times but I didn't have the nerve to do as you did," I said softly. "I wish I had at times because I wanted him to take my body months earlier. My best friend gave me the idea when she told me she fucked her father. Did it work, did he seduce you?" "Not exactly, but he would have fucked me much sooner if it hadn't been for mom. They knew what I was doing and she told him to let me continue to see to what length I would go. She finally confronted me one evening when I walked into their room. After watching them make love, I crawled in bed with them before they had a chance to return to their normal breathing. I said it was my turn. I wasn't that bold, as you may believe, because they had been out with friends and they were pretty well soused when they came home." "I can't believe you had the nerve to ask outright. What did your mom say -- WHAT DID YOUR DAD SAY?" I asked almost shouting. "Well, moms response wasn't exactly as I expected and it really pissed me off," Jenna mumbled. "What did she say?" I asked after a lengthy period of silence. Another long period of silence fell between us before she said in an abrasive tone, "You should choose someone smaller to be your first, you couldn't take your dad, he's too much for you." "That was her reply and -- and you -- well it pissed you?" I inquired, pressing my hand harder against my mound. Jenna nodded and became quiet again, staring into the windshield. After a while I asked, "Did your dad fuck you?" A minute of silence passed and I asked again, "Did he?" She shook her head side to side and mumbled, "Not that night." "Your mom -- did she stop him?" I asked sliding my fingers under my skirt and began massaging my wet opening no longer caring if she watched me. "No, that wasn't the case. Actually, she surprised me and seemed sympathetic to my desires. She suggested we talk and I followed her to my room. We spoke at length and the conversation was civil, to a point. I took offense when she stated I should start with an average size prick before I let my father make love to me. I snapped back and said I wanted more, I wanted twice the average size prick." "You didn't say that to her did you?" I asked in a shocked tone. Jenna was nodding when she said, "I became mad and upset at her offering another man instead of my father. I knew dad was a real man and I estimated he had about eight inches. I wasn't thinking clearly when I told her I watched them and was positive I could take his length half again. I just wanted to show her I was capable of taking a sizeable prick, just as she was. Like I said, I was PO'ed at her." "What did she say? Did she get upset at you?" "I'll say. She stormed out of my room." "Just like that, she didn't say anything else?" I inquired. "No, and I went to their room to let her know my disappointment. I stopped at their door when I heard them talking. I listened and heard her tell dad he would get his wish and could fuck me. I knew mom was pissed at me even though she was feeling no pain from their night out. I could sense it in her tone as she and dad began discussing, actually planning, going into detail as to what I should be exposed to and she even told dad four days should be long enough teach me a lesson. I stood, plastered against the wall outside their room, as they began going into detail on each of the four days. Dad suggested shopping trips to various stores, chose the restaurants where we would dine each evening. He suggested she contact a friend to take me up in his plane one afternoon. The shock came when mom began suggesting men to share my body and my bed each evening. Shock turned to thrill when mom told dad she wanted two to share my body and bed the third night, and the fourth and final night she was going to ask Gary to fuck me silly before taking me to the blue light district. I knew Gary but what I didn't know was he rose to a stiff twelve inches when he became erect." I moaned and stated, "At least twelve inches, and when I saw it I insisted I couldn't take it. He shushed me by forcing it down my throat. He had to do a lot of talking but he succeeded in burying it in both my throat and my pussy. Why do you think I am sore?" I asked. "I know exactly how you feel. Gary was the second prick forced in my pussy, dad's being the first, and if he hadn't brought David along to break me in he would have broken me in half," she said and began laughing softly. "David? Who's David?" I asked. "David is actually a dildo but it can be pumped up and the more it's pumped the larger it becomes. It will reach Gary's size and luckily for me he had forethought. I thought he was killing me when he began pumping David but when he replaced the fake with his own monster cock I was thankful. He gave me the dildo and I'll show it to you when we are alone this afternoon. Frankly speaking, you may enjoy it working in and out of your pussy. I'll let you have a bit of pleasure with it. It can be appreciated, but only if you get to stop pumping whenever you want. Believe me, it expands damned fast but it's a marvelous feeling when you are working it in and out. It grows in your pussy and feels so natural," Jenna mumbled as her hand began moving more rapidly under her short skirt. I didn't realize her hand was matching my hand moving in my own pussy until I felt gratification begin filling my body. At the same time I moaned, I heard a moan come from her lips and when I looked at her, I saw her eyes were on my hand buried deep in my pussy. There was a long silent period, several minutes, as our eyes met and remained locked until we gradually regained our wits after thrilling self-induced orgasms. "The blue light district, did you get to visit it and what is it? My friend mentioned it but she didn't inform me what she saw or did. She made me so mad so many times. She would tell me little things to build my interest but leave me wondering. I think she was being a b-i-t-c-h -- pure and simple," I remarked. ------- Incomplete and Inactive ------- Posted: 2005-07-11 Last Modified: 2005-10-17 / 12:03:20 am ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------