Sarahs Story Expanded Edition

SUMMARY: This story is about a father who accidentally gets in bed with his daughter. But as soon as he realizes there was a mix-up, he feels it is already too late to turn back. Despite her obvious protests, he teases her until she relents. Although this is technically an "incest" story, I decided to post it in the Non-Consensual category because it seems to fit better.

AUTHOR NOTE: This story was originally written and published by another author on Literotica by the name of "HaydenDLinder", and he deserves full credit for his work. He is a rather prolific writer, so please check out his profile! (You can simply do an author search and type in his name.) His version of this story was very well written. Note that it is extremely rare for me to write another version of someone else's story. However, a friend (whom the other version of the story was written for) made the request, and I agreed to it this one time. She specifically asked me to write a version of the same story, but with multiple points of view (Sarah and her father). I had just posted a similar story called "Roleplay gone wrong", so I decided to take on the task.

You will find that the following chapters are more or less repeats of each other but told from each of the two points of view. Please note that the chapters are all written in the first person, despite flip-flopping back and forth. I understand that some people don't enjoy this writing style, so take this as my warning ahead of time! Hopefully these words convey the full story as my friend envisioned it. Enjoy!

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STORY:

[CH #1: The party, Father's POV]

I realize this may sound rather brazen, but I'm the patriarch of our family. Since my own father passed, that is. For over a decade, I've been responsible for the well-being of many people, including my entire family, both immediate and extended. Of course, being from money like I was, there were a lot of amenities that I took advantage of. Our family dynasty included a large ranch. Truly, I owned what felt like a small village of real estate. It was big, with a lot of workers. As I said, I cared for the well-being of a lot of people.

Tonight was my son's engagement party. While I won't say that I did all the work myself, I certainly had put a lot of effort into making the night a huge success. Like my daughter's engagement party the year before, I wanted this to be something my children would remember for the rest of their lives.

As I stepped into the main sitting room of our largest property, my daughter walked by me. Her name was Sarah, and she was truly the jewel of our family, even if I didn't necessarily say it in so many words. But she knew, and that was all that mattered. She smiled at me as she drifted by, her hands full of what looked to be centerpieces. She had really taken it upon herself to make sure her brother's engagement party was over the top. It was bigger than hers had been last year, but that was more because of her intensity than anything else.

As Sarah flitted down the hall, I couldn't help but stare at her. Not for the first time, I found myself musing over the uncanny similarities between she and her mother. Their builds were nearly identical. They both shared the same busty chest, with melon-sized breasts. I knew they shared bras sometimes, and my wife wore 38C. Their waists were much narrower, accentuating their beauty in ways that only nature could define. My daughter's ass disappeared around the corner at the end of the hall and then she was gone. With a shake of my head, I put my attention on the gathering of people in my house. They each greeted me with esteem, thanking me for inviting them. I enjoyed having people around me. In fact, I preferred it.

As the day progressed toward evening, everyone slowly sank into a relative buzz from alcohol and excitement. Especially the male guests. Probably in anticipation of the bachelor party that was supposed to start at ten o'clock. I couldn't deny the fact that I was a little excited for it myself. It had been a long time since I had been able to indulge in gaping at a naked woman other than my wife, and without any guilt to go along with it.

By the time the after-party was about to start, I was quietly intoxicated and feeling quite heavily aroused. My wife found me before the men started to leave the main party and gave me a not-so-subtle kiss on the lips before telling me in a hushed whisper that she wanted me to enjoy my evening. I wasn't sure what she meant by that, but I decided it definitely didn't include adultery. But I also knew that whatever happened at a bachelor party was not supposed to leave that room. It was an unspoken part of the Gentleman's Code. With a gentle squeeze of her ass, I sent her off with a smile and finally made my way outside and across the field to the barn we had outfitted to host the nearly three dozen horny dudes who would partake in the festivities, which included several sexy entertainers.

The moment I stepped into the room, I knew the night was about to get wild. One of the strippers was already naked, twirling around the room while a slew of guys stared with unabashed lust. Including my daughter's husband. James saw me and lifted a beer he was holding, a huge grin on his face. The greeting was brief as he turned his attention back to the sultry vixen who had found a chair to use as a prop as she rolled her hips, showing off an amazing ass and an impeccably perfect body. I couldn't help but notice that she had the same hair color as my daughter. Well, my daughter and my wife, that is. But in my mind, they were often one in the same.

Someone handed me a drink and I thanked him without recognizing who he was. Probably someone from my extended family. It didn't matter. My cock was already starting to tingle as I entered the throng of horny men awaiting the night's performances. There were four other female "entertainers" in the room, dressed in varying outfits that seemed to accentuate each body's gorgeous shape.

It dawned on me that there were three feminine guests in the room. I guess that shouldn't be a surprise, yet it hit me with a wave of shock anyway. Women at a bachelor party? And they clearly were not part of the entertainment. They were there to gawk, just like everyone else. Oh well. Who was I to deny the changing culture?

With a smile, I found a couch to sit on and then focused my attention on the show as it began. As I figured, the night did indeed get wild. Drinks flowed freely, and so did everyone's spirits. Less than an hour into the party, more than half the room was naked. And lap dances spontaneously escalated into sex. I watched guys I didn't even know have their way with the entertainment. And the strippers didn't seem fazed by it at all. They reveled in the activities just as much as the dudes. Maybe more so.

One of the hired girls approached me at one point, promptly sitting down on my lap. She had a gorgeous smile, but her personality was lacking. Fortunately, she didn't spend much time trying to strike up a conversation with me. Instead, a few minutes later, she had her lips latched to the side of my neck while her hand rubbed my penis between my legs. It was sexy, but without any real connection with her, it was hard for me to get aroused enough to become fully erect. My cock was very big. While that endowed me with a significant amount pleasure, it also demanded more than just a roving hand to get me worked up enough to have an orgasm.

My wife was expert at making me horny and getting me off. Thinking about her helped a little, much to the stripper's delight. As my erection grew firmer, the girl increased her efforts to pleasure me. I didn't want to ruin her ego, so I made myself moan softly into her ear. She giggled when she heard it, and her hand started sliding more vigorously between my legs. I knew she wouldn't be able to push me all the way, so I decided to give her body a little attention instead.

Reaching a hand between the girl's legs, I gently prodded at her pussy. She was already wet when my fingers mashed into her lips. With years of experience behind me, I inserted two fingers into her snatch while I rolled my thumb in circles on her clitoris. Her stroking hand on my cock grew wilder as I pleasured her. But I knew what I was doing, so it didn't take me long to bring her close to release. When I had her right on the cusp of an orgasm, she finally stopped rubbing me and put both her hands on my shoulders. She had stopped sucking on my neck and was instead breathing heavily into my ear while my hand stimulated her vagina.

The girl's entire body shuddered suddenly, and she gasped. Shortly after that, I listened to her sweet moans fill my ears with sugar. She was young. Probably close to my daughter's age. Young girls came hard. It was arousing to me, for sure. And so, I continued diddling her until her orgasm finally abated. Pulling my fingers out of her cunt, I gave her an ingratiating smile and then stuck my fingers in her mouth. She lapped and sucked her own juice off them without question. When she was done, she stood on wobbly legs and started chewing on her lower lip. She glanced at my crotch and then back to my face. I knew exactly what was going on in her head. She wasn't as horny as she had been, after having such a strong climax. But she was professional. She was offering to continue what she was doing if I wanted.

With a shake of my head, I smiled at her and gestured toward the crowd. She smiled gratefully and then danced her way back into the gathering of people, disappearing a few seconds later. That was fine with me. There was no way that young, inexperienced girl would be able to give me the kind of stimulation I needed. Which made me realize that it was probably time to make my way home and find my wife. Her seasoned vagina would be able to give me the pleasure I desired. My erection grew a little tauter in my pants at the thought, which made me smile.

I quietly made my way out of the barn. Just before stepping through the door, I saw my daughter's husband, James. He was receiving a similar experience to my own from just a few minutes before. Except he was clearly more aroused than I had been. I knew that look of lust in a man's eyes. He was certainly going to get his fill of the young brunette who was teasing him. As I said before, no word about the activities in this room would ever leave its walls. Certainly not by me.

Stumbling toward the main house, I felt my blood begin to boil as I drew closer. All I could think about was how badly I wanted to give my wife a deep dicking. I could only hope that she would be naked when I crawled into bed with her. That was our signal for each other. If she was fully clothed, I would probably have to settle for masturbating, which would be dissatisfying.

Fortunately for me, my hand would not be needed tonight. Pushing my way into the room my wife and I usually shared when we stayed in this house, I saw her lying in bed. It was hard to make out her features in the dark, but that body was unmistakably hers. The sheets were covering half of her, but in the dim light, I could see just enough to tell she was naked. And sound asleep, it seemed. But that didn't even make me pause. If my wife was naked, that meant only one thing.

She wanted me.

[CH #2: Surprise penetration, Sarah's POV]

I was determined to make my brother's engagement party the event of the century. My mom had made my own party unforgettable, a year ago. And I wanted to outdo her. But not out of competition. More to show that I was a contributing member of our ever-growing family. And to pay her back for the back-breaking effort she had put into mine. So I put my all into it.

My husband, James, was home for the weekend. That had almost become a rarity, much to my displeasure. But I had come to cope with it. And it was worth it, considering the income he brought in. His job often took him overseas for several weeks at a time. He continued to promise me that this was only for the first few years and that he would be mostly stateside before our fifth anniversary.

Because of his frequent jaunts out of the country, every time he came home, we literally couldn't get enough of each other. We were basically newlyweds, still. Being married just under a year (and more than half that time spent apart) had that effect on us. His flight had just flown in that very morning, and I nearly jumped him at the front door of my dad's house when he showed up. But I knew he would come to me later tonight, and that was enough for me.

I had gone to a spa the day before with my best friend and we had both gotten full body waxings. My skin felt smoother than it ever had before. No amount of shaving could get the hairs out like a good waxing. My body was completely hairless (except my head, of course). The great thing about a waxing was that it lasted much longer than shaving. I was excited to see how my husband would respond when he lay in bed with me later that night. Just thinking about it made me wet. But I had work to do. No time to dwell on sex. Not yet.

With over a hundred and fifty guests on the ranch, I barely saw my husband anyway. That was probably for the best, because he tended to distract me any time he was near. I spent the better part of the day chasing up food and tableware and otherwise tending to everyone's needs. At one point, mid-afternoon, a large group of people had gathered inside the main house where we all slept. The parlor was huge, easily accommodating up to fifty people or more. Flitting my way through the house, I saw my dad walk into the room. He was the head of our entire family. Everyone respected him. And, admittedly, he was one of the most attractive individuals I had ever met. Smiling at him, I ran past him holding a dozen centerpieces by their strings that had somehow been forgotten. They were for the bachelor party later that evening.

My mom was helping, too, of course. But I tried to take the bulk of the load off her shoulders. I did all the hauling, when needed. She minded the caterers and made sure the food was coming out continuously throughout the day, so it was fresh and hot whenever anybody worked up an appetite. She also tended to the entertainment. Well, everything except the dancers I had hired for the bachelor party. My brother had let me do that for him. Fortunately for me (and probably him, too), one of my friends from college had a good contact with a respectable company and she had helped me arrange everything. In the end, I hired five women. Well, girls. They were all between the ages of twenty-one and twenty-four. A little older than myself.

As the sun moved toward the horizon, the men from the crowd slowly began to disperse. And by nine thirty, there were only a small handful of males remaining anywhere to be seen. I didn't bother to ask any of them why they weren't heading to the bachelor party. I figured it was either because their wives would be displeased with them for going, or they were gay. Either way, I was grateful that the day was coming to a close. I was completely exhausted. More than I had realized. I think when you are in the middle of handling such a huge event, with so many important tasks landing in your lap, you tend to push your tiredness away. But now that things were settling down, it came back to me with a rush.

James walked into the room just as I was tossing a pile of dirty napkins into a laundry bin. He swept over to me, grabbed me by the arms, and kissed me. Passionately. When he pulled away, my breath was completely stolen. All I could do was blink at him as he grinned at me. He leaned toward me and I thought he was about to kiss me again, which I would not have complained about. Instead, he whispered in my ear, "See you tonight." Then he nibbled my lobe, which made me shiver. And just like that, he was gone.

The arousal I had been quashing all day came back in force. Absently, I rubbed my ear where my husband's teeth had just left their mark. I shivered with desire, thinking about what was in store for me that night. With my husband attending the bachelor party, he was sure to be all fired up by the time he came to bed. I had seen the girls they sent over. None of them were anything less than a nine.

For the next hour, I helped the guests get situated in the house, showing them to their assigned quarters. I had done all the room planning myself. Usually my mom did that part, but as I said, I wanted to take as much of the burden away from her as I could. A few people were too inebriated to continue partying, so I helped them all the way to their beds and made sure they were comfortable before exiting their rooms.

Finally, everyone was tended to. The cleaning crew was hard at work, thankfully. I did not envy them their jobs. A hundred and fifty humans could leave quite a trail of destruction after a party like this. It almost made me utter a quiet prayer for planet earth.

Making my way up to the room I had picked for James and myself, I stepped in and immediately started taking off my clothes. I left the door unlocked, of course. Otherwise James wouldn't be able to get in. This particular room was usually one my mom used, but she had assured me that it was alright for me to use it this time. She had secretly confided in me that she was happy to sleep somewhere else, to avoid Aunt Marlie's incessant snoring from the room next door. I didn't mind that at all, and I loved it for the simple fact that it had its own master bath attached to it. Which is how I was able to take a long, hot shower without leaving my room.

After I had rinsed the day off myself, I crawled into bed, naked. It was a little warm, so I folded the sheet over, exposing my left side. Then, as I lay patiently awaiting my husband's arrival, I started playing with myself. My boobs were large. The same size as my mom's, actually. Sometimes I wished for slightly smaller breasts, but my husband certainly didn't seem to mind, so I didn't really have much attention on it.

Caressing my ripened nipples, the arousal from earlier exploded in my crotch, making me tingle with desire. My mind started sending me imagery of what I hoped my husband would do to me as soon as he came to bed. Oh yes, I needed to get laid. Badly. And I knew he would give it to me like nobody else could.

Despite how horny I felt, my exhaustion won out and within minutes, I was fast asleep.

Some time later, my husband woke me. I felt his hand caressing one of my breasts, gently pinching my nipples. Thrilling jolts of electric pleasure shot through my chest. Moments later, I felt his tongue lapping at my other nipple. He was lying on top of me. I didn't even bother opening my eyes. Instead, I just relished the sensation only he knew how to bring about in my body. Barely half awake, I heard a moan erupt from the back of my throat.

James slid his hands underneath my body, cupping my ass cheeks. He gave them a squeeze and I couldn't help but smile as I felt him shimmy between my legs. I spread them willingly, awaiting his cock that knew how to give me so much pleasure. He was still teasing my nipple with his tongue as he slid forward. I felt the head of his boner press up against my opening and I couldn't hold back the next moan that erupted from my mouth. Yes!

My husband started pushing himself inside of me and my entire body tensed. What the hell? He pushed a little more urgently, unable to penetrate me. Confusion flooded me. Something was wrong. But before I could rouse myself enough to say something, James quickly slid his hands under me, up along my back until he reached my shoulders. With his new leverage, he pushed himself inside me.