My mind was in turmoil after the Friday night and Saturday morning with Daddy and Yasmine. I couldn't quite believe how I'd felt or how I'd acted, it was so totally out of character - at least, I thought so. Admittedly since I'd started fucking with my dad, I'd kind of opened up to the sexual feelings that had long been repressed, but it was still a shock to look back on what had happened.
I had anticipated that I might feel some pleasure in watching daddy fuck Yasmine, as just thinking about it had turned me on immensely, but I wasn't prepared for the red hot lust that took over as soon as I saw his big cock start to thrust into her pussy. Nor was I prepared for the even greater red hot lust that had overtaken me when his cock was plunging into my pussy and Yasmine was watching, it was almost overwhelming, I felt like a total slut - and I loved it! But it was the third aspect that really had my mind buzzing, my reaction to the sight, the feel, the taste and the aroma of Yasmine's incredibly beautiful and sexy body, just blew my mind away.
The logical part of my mind was putting it all down to the special circumstances of the night, the sexy films that involved some female to female loving, the intimacy of the threesome itself, with everyone reaching out and touching everybody else, the whole amazingly lustful scenario. But there was a part of my mind that was reminding me of the almost overwhelming feelings of desire I'd felt the very first moment I'd seen Yasmine's horny tits, the incredible turn on I'd felt at the first taste of her pussy juices, the almost cosmic feelings of pleasure I'd felt when her tongue first touched my pussy, how I didn't want it to stop. Did I really enjoy making love to a female as much as to a man? It was total confusion in my mind, confusion that I knew I needed to deal with, and there was only one way I could see to do that, I would have to revisit the situation without the extraneous aspects of that night, without the films and without daddy, just me and Yasmine.
Then I panicked anew, what if she didn't have similar feelings, what if she didn't want to know, what if I made a total fool of myself. For days this confusion of thoughts raged through my mind, then daddy mentioned that he was going out to a meeting the following evening and wouldn't be back until very late, and I realised I probably wouldn't get a better opportunity, so taking my courage in both hands, I rang Yasmine and invited her over.
Her first question was the one I anticipated, "Will Daniel be there?"
I took a deep breath, feeling my heart beating at a million miles an hour, "No Yasmine, he'll be at a meeting all evening, there'll just be you and me" I said.
"Oh" she responded, then there was a long silence, "Just the two of us?"
"Yes" I replied, already feeling my confidence oozing away.
"We don't normally see each other outside of Friday" she said, quietly, "It must be very special for you to invite me over"
"I think it's very special" I said, "At least for me it is, but if you don't want to come" I added, feeling my stomach start to feel empty and hollow.
"Oh no!" she exclaimed, "it's not that at all, - she hesitated a moment - I just wanted to know if it was special, because I think it would be for me"
And I thought I heard a slight gulp down the phone. Whether I did, or didn't, my spirits suddenly skyrocketed and I found myself grinning wildly. "Ok, let's make it about 7.30, and no need to put on anything special, I intend to be totally casual" I said.
I heard her muffled giggle quite plainly, "Oh, like Friday" she said.
"Mmm. Something like that" I replied, "Something, cool and frothy perhaps" and laughed.
She joined in the laughter, then said "goodnight, see you tomorrow" and hung up.
When I put the phone down I was surprised to find my breasts and nipples swollen and sensitive, and my pussy totally wet. And Daddy was surprised too when I walked into the kitchen and demanded that he fuck me on the kitchen table! but not so surprised that he wasn't able to fulfill my demands! wow, that was quite something, lying spread out on my back on the table with my legs right up in the air and daddy pounding his big, hard cock into me. Mmmmm I especially like it when he pulled out of my pussy at the last moment and splattered his hot cum juices all over my tits and my face, then rubbed it in with his hands, so I was sticky and yukky and totally sluttish. Then he told me to clean his cock off, so I slid from the table on to my knees and sucked and licked his cock totally clean. The only problem was, the licking and sucking made him all hard again, so I took him deep into my throat and sucked his cock real hard and deep while fondling and stroking his heavy balls until he started to explode yet again.
Of course I only took the first spurt down my throat, the rest I allowed to spurt all over my face and breasts again, oh God, that felt so good, soo horny and soo slutty, that I exploded in a massive orgasm too! Daddy tried to get me to tell him what had turned me on so incredibly, but I decided to keep Yasmine's visit a total secret - for the time being, anyway.
The evening arrived and daddy went dashing off to his meeting about 6.30, and I cleaned up the kitchen and rushed into the bathroom for a shower. After that I spent a little time trying to decide what to wear, laughing as I realised I was taking as much care - if not more - as I did on a Friday night when I was dressing to attract the males at the clubs. Eventually I decided on a similar outfit to the previous Friday, one of my half tops with no bra and a tight pair of denim shorts with no panties. As I looked in the mirror I realised it showed off my long legs and tight butt to absolute perfection, and the half top was clingy enough that it revealed the fact I wasn't wearing a bra, just right!
Then the front door bell rang and I felt the heat start to rise in me, along with the fear and the nervousness, but I hurried to open it. Yasmine was standing there looking a bit uncertain, but also quite stunning. I grinned when I noted that she had gone for a similar outfit, with a half top and tight shorts, and with her lush breasts there was absolutely no doubt that she wasn't wearing a bra, and I felt the heat start to rise even more.
I asked her in and led the way into the lounge and offered her a cool drink, which she accepted. She didn't take a seat, she sort of moved around the room glancing at one thing and then another, clearly very nervous. "Has Daniel gone to his meeting?" she asked
"Yeah, he left about half six" I replied
"Oh, when will he be back?" she asked
I grinned, handing her the cool drink, "Not until very late" I said.