Boyfriend Introduction: Dp Fun

This story contains male on male action. If that does not interest you, please feel free to check out one of my other stories.

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Walking into the house, I was excited to see what Dad and Greg had been up to while I was at the salon. I assumed they would be watching sports or hanging by the pool. Yet, when I walked into the living room, what I saw should have shocked me to my core. Dad was on his knees, taking every inch of Greg's dick deep down his throat.

"Yes, Daddy. Take that cock. Can you feel my precum dripping onto your tongue? Your daughter loves how that feels," Greg moaned.

Dad simply grunted around my boyfriend's dick while never letting up his assault. I watched them from the corner of the room, silently enjoying the show. Greg was right, by the way. I did love how much precum dripped out of his head when I went down on him. His cock was like a faucet that constantly coated my throat with his love juices.

I started groping my tits over my thin tube top, feeling my nipples harden against my palm. My freshly waxed pussy was getting wetter by the second, and I knew I wouldn't be able to contain my excitement for long. However, I wanted to wait and see how far Dad and Greg would take their naughty activities.

With one hand still on my chest, I let the other trail down my body, letting my desires lead the way. I twirled them around my belly button, teasing my secret spot, but soon I needed more. Greg's eyes were closed tight, and his hips were bucking against Daddy's face. He was close, and I wanted to cum alongside him. I quietly slipped my spandex shorts down my legs. The cool air coated my wet crotch, making me aware of every inch of my flowering labia. I slid a finger between my puffy lips, drenching it in my juices. I did my best to stifle any moans, but the more I rubbed my fingers along the length of my slit, the harder it became.

Eventually, I said fuck it. I pulled off my tube top and dropped it on the floor as I walked towards them. Plopping onto the couch beside my boyfriend, I made my presence known.

Greg's eyes burst open while almost pulling out of Dad's mouth. I put my hand on his lap to stop him.

"Don't stop. Don't you dare stop. I want to see you cum down Daddy's throat," I urged him.

Dad didn't need to hear anything more. He upped the speed of his bobbing head, causing spit to seep down the sides of his mouth.

I plunged two fingers deep inside me and started circling my clit with my other hand.

"Suck my boyfriend until he cums, Daddy. Be a bad boy and take his load!" I told Dad.

The loud sloshing of my drenched pussy echoed in the cavernous living room. I leaned against Greg, savoring the feel of his muscular arms against me. We groaned in unison, both of us close to orgasm. Since Dad started joining us in bed, Greg and I visited as often as possible. Even though it had been months since we began this debaucherous love affair, I still couldn't believe how hot it got me to see Dad and Greg going at it.

Greg inhaled deeply before clutching the back of Dad's head.

"I'm cumming, Daddy," Greg bellowed.

Dad pursed his lips, ensuring that no cum escaped his eager mouth. My father loved the taste of Greg's cream even more than I did, and he rarely let any of my boyfriend's seed drip to the floor. I fucked myself with even more abandon, eager to cum alongside my boyfriend. My pussy leaked down into my asshole and onto the couch. White cream foamed at the entrance of my canal, coating my fingers with every plunge. My other hand looked like a ball of lightning as I furiously rubbed my swollen button. Seeing Dad opening his cum filled mouth to show off his conquest sent me over the edge.

"Fuck!" I yelled.

Every muscle in my body spasmed simultaneously. A fire released from my loins and spread from my torso to my limbs. I couldn't believe how hot my face felt and was certain my cheeks were bright red.

"Hi, sweetie," Dad said as he kissed me deeply, shaking me out of my post-orgasmic brain fog.

Greg's cum coated Dad's tongue, allowing me to savor my boyfriend's thick cream. I ran my tongue along the crevices of Dad's mouth, eager to taste my boyfriend. There was something very naughty about a father and daughter making out while sharing the spunk of another man.

"What, no love for me?" Greg joked.

I entangled my fingers into Greg's luscious hair and pulled him into me. Greg eagerly joined our three-way kiss. We took turns nibbling at each other's lips, enjoying our unique tastes.

"I will never tire of this," Dad chuckled.

I nuzzled into my father and ran my hand over his hard chest. His heart was pounding. He was still excited, and I wasn't about to disappoint him.

"Greg, come with me. Meet us by the pool, Dad," I instructed.

Dad and Greg loved it when I took charge.

"I know that look," Greg said, with a huge smirk on his face.

"I think it's time to finally pull out that new bikini we ordered," I said.

"I love how horny you get when your pussy is freshly waxed," Greg chuckled.

"You're one to talk. It wasn't me who just had Dad suck him off," I retorted.

"Hey, he started it. What can I say? Your family can't get enough of my dick," Greg laughed.

He wasn't wrong. Since introducing Greg to Dad over Memorial Day weekend, my father has been begging me to bring Greg back up to the house. We've made it up multiple weekends, but this was our first extended stay. We had been planning this trip for weeks, and I bought a whole new wardrobe to go along with it. This new bikini I was about to put on was the opening salvo for our week of incestuous fucking.

I reached into my dresser and pulled out my new swimsuit. The bikini was just a whisper of fabric and a few fragile stings. It was barely enough to contain my womanly frame. Carefully, I pulled the bottoms up my legs and laid the front panel against my bare vulva. Worried they would slip off, I tied the strings tight at my hips, feeling them dig into my soft skin. Turning around, I watched the g-string disappear between my meaty cheeks. My ass was completely exposed, and the narrow fabric in the front barely covered my slit.

The top wasn't much better. I looped the strings behind my neck and tied them into a knot. The top consisted of two tiny triangles that were hardly enough material to cover my nipples. I did my best to adjust the teardrop-shaped panels over the center of my breast, leaving the curves of my tits fully exposed. Yet, with every breath, it felt like the strings would break apart, leaving my bare breast available for all to see. The possibility of flashing my father and boyfriend made me endlessly excited.

"Your bikini is skimpy!" Greg remarked.

"There's no time for subtly," I replied.

He wasn't wrong, though. The lining of the bikini was thin and did nothing to hide what was underneath. Once pulled taut against my tanned body, the fabric stretched out, making the bikini completely translucent.

"I can't wait for Daddy to see me," I yelped.

"Me too. I bet he is going to have one major boner," Greg said, with a shit-eating grin on his face.

"Boner? What are you in high school?" I teased him.

"With a dick like his, I'll call it whatever he wants me to," he joked.

As we made our way downstairs, I popped into the bathroom to give myself the once over. Even though I bought the bikini, I still couldn't believe how revealing it was. My heart was bursting out of my chest as my adrenaline pumped. I couldn't wait for Daddy to see me, yet I was suddenly nervous. I sighed deeply, pulled my ponytail tighter, and sauntered out of the bathroom.

Greg was already by the pool, endlessly flirting with my father. It was only months ago that Greg was first with a man. Prior to my father, he never even thought about expanding his sexuality. Now it seemed like he loved Dad's cock as much as he enjoyed being with me. A part of me was jealous. I knew Greg would never leave me for Dad, but a sliver of me wanted them each for myself. The truth is I was in no position to complain. The fact that Greg openly embraced my sexual relationship with my father is more than any woman could expect.

The closer I got to my men, the wetter I felt myself getting. My juices coated the inside of my bottoms, and I knew it was only a matter of time before my wetness made the thin panel translucent.

"Hi, Daddy," I spoke in the most seductive way I knew how.

I shot Dad my bedroom eyes, letting him know my intent. Between my giving him the look and the sensuality of my swimsuit, there was no question what I was hoping for.

"Holy shit, baby girl. That may be your sexiest bikini yet," he uttered.

I spun around, showing off my full form. Greg's and Dad's eyes burned into me, making me grin with glee. I loved how much these two men lusted after me, and I couldn't wait to give myself over to them. Yet as much as I wanted to get fucked, I needed to make them beg.

Without saying a word, I lay on the lounge chair beside my father. His eyes locked onto me, following my every move. I reached for the tanning oil and splashed some into my palms. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Dad smiling ear to ear. If his grin got any bigger, I swear his face would have torn in two. I had him right where I wanted him, and I hadn't even started oiling myself up.

I pressed my hands into my abs, taking my time to massage the oil into my smooth skin. With every stroke of my fingers, I could feel how my year of running had really paid off. While I still had my curves, my stomach was flat, and the outlines of a six-pack had started to emerge. The feeling of the tiny ripples underhand felt divine. It was a nice reminder of the hard work I had put in. I could tell Dad appreciated my toner body. He licked his lips as the tanning oil slipped into the small, barely-there crevices my baby abs made. It took every ounce of my willpower not to ask Dad or Greg to apply the oil for me. I craved their touch, especially after seeing the show they put on not an hour earlier.

Dad had yet to cum, and I wanted his cock primed and ready when I called for it. My fingers traveled along the sides of my torso, moving upward until they reached the exposed curves of my overflowing tits. A loud gulp escaped Greg's lips as my fingers traced the outline of the thin flap covering my nipples. I didn't think what to do next. I simply let my fingers lead the way. They danced around my chest, making my breasts shimmer in the hot July sun. With every swipe of my digits, I could feel the tenuous nature of the bikini strings threatening to come undone. Despite wanting to slip my hand beneath the teardrops and provide myself some relief, I knew the bikini couldn't handle it.

My slick hands groped my neck, making me moan in delight. Oil dripped down my throat, traveling southbound into the crevice between my tits.

"Charlotte," Dad whispered with batted breath.

I did my best to hide my smile. Glancing down at Dad's trunks, I saw the unmistakable tent made by his cock. He was hard, Hard for his only daughter. Greg and my eyes met. Our looks communicated all that needed to be said. My boyfriend knew what his part in this was, and he was ready to play.

I poured some more oil into my hands, letting the excess drip onto my chest. I lifted my right leg, allowing my father to see just how tiny the bottoms of my bikini truly were. With my leg sticking up into the air, Dad could make out my puckered asshole. While he had yet to fuck that particular hole, I hoped that by the end of the week, he and Greg would double-penetrate me.

Time slowed to a crawl. I brushed the oil into my thighs, letting the slick liquid pool near my practically exposed vulva. Touching myself was having an effect, and despite trying to hold it in, a moan slipped past my lips.

"Good girl," Dad said with aplomb.

His words urged me on. I switched legs and stroked my fingers up and down my limb, worshipping it. I did my best to move my body with grace, letting my years of training as a dancer affect how I moved. By the time I was done, my body shined brighter than the sun itself.

Still, I didn't make a move. I just lay there, with one leg bent, letting the sun bake me. Greg and Dad watched me as I tanned. No one said a word. The summer sun was almost too hot to handle. Sweat mixed with the tanning oil made my body even slicker. A part of me worried that by the time I was done teasing my men, they would end up sliding right off of me. I chuckled slightly at the thought. It was the first sound, besides the boy's shallow breathing, that any of us had made since I finished applying the oil.

Greg took it as a sign to move things along. As we discussed, he started to egg my father along.

"Doesn't she look amazing?" Greg uttered.

"Uh-huh," was all Dad muttered.

Greg leaned into my father. His bare chest leaned into Dad's back. Their hot skin rubbed together as Greg nuzzled his face against my father's.

"Just imagine the two of us running our hands against her tight body. Do you see how much her body has changed over the past few months? She has been working out so hard. She wanted you to notice her more. She made her body even better for you. She needs her Daddy. Reach out. Touch your daughter's shimmering, sweaty body," Greg purred.

Dad was breathing rapidly, his heart practically ready to leap out of his chest. His desire was palpable, but he still sat there frozen.

"Tell me you want me, Daddy," I finally said.

It didn't take long for Daddy to find his voice.

"Charlotte, I want you so badly. My cock is aching for you, sweetie. I can't believe how hot you are, and seeing you in that bikini is driving me wild," Dad stated.

"Go on," I urged my father.

"Oh, and the way your boyfriend's cock is pressing against my butt just adds to this whole thing. We have trained him so well. But in the end, we are both just here to serve you. I need to touch your oil-covered body. I'm desperate to run my fingers over your bikini until you are begging me to fuck you," Dad continued.

"And where would you want to cum?" I asked.

"Deep, deep inside you. I want to fill your hot pussy with my Daddy's seed and then watch your boyfriend get between your legs and lick you clean," Dad said, his voice trembling with desire.

"Then come here and show me," I told him.

Like lightning, my father bolted over to my lounge chair. I reached my fingers into his luscious locks and pulled him in for a kiss. His stubble grated against my face. I knew my chin would be red with irritation by the time Dad was done making out with me, but I didn't care. I twirled my tongue around his, relishing his manliness.

Dad threw his right leg over my body and lay on top of me. The weight of his body on mine felt like heaven. I knew it was wrong, but there was nothing I loved more than having my father touch me.

My father gingerly ran his hands from the base of my torso upward. He took his time relishing the way my slick skin felt underhand. His fingers followed the flow of my curves, almost as if he were examining a plane before takeoff. While my father already knew the ins and outs of my body, it was like he was exploring it for the first time. He wanted to know my figure like the back of his hand, and I was a willing subject for his study.

He finally made his way to the sides of my tits. With the back of his fingers, he traced the soft swell of my breasts. All I wanted was for him to fuck me, but I knew it was worth the wait. His fingers glided along my slippery tits. He inched ever closer to the teardrop panels that protected my sensitive nipples from the sun. I arched my back, hoping he would take it as a sign to play with my throbbing buds. Dad knew he had me where he wanted me, yet he continued to deny me the relief I so desperately needed.

I bit my tongue, fighting my desire to beg. My need to be in control was in a battle with my craving for a release. Thankfully, I didn't need to hold out much longer. Dad finally brushed aside the flimsy fabric and rolled my hardened nub between his now greasy fingers.

"Fuck," I grunted loudly.

Hearing that was all the encouragement my father needed. Dad sucked my nipple into his mouth and ran his wet tongue in circles around the throbbing bump. I held his head in place, terrified that he would dare move away. My body jerked and spasmed under him. His tongue lashing set my nerve endings on fire, sending signals straight to my already drenched pussy. My clit pulsed with every flick of Dad's tongue. I was going absolutely wild. I had been planning this seduction for weeks, yet the reality blew away my deepest fantasies.

I released my grip up enough for Dad to switch breasts. This time, he kissed around the thin, white teardrop panel. He seemed to be enjoying teasing the bare skin covered by my naughty bikini. Dad blew cool air on my encased breast, making bumps around my areola form. He had me where he wanted me. I just had to be patient and hope that he would soon unleash my tit. He didn't make me wait long, though. He pushed aside the fabric with his tongue and engulfed as much of my breast into his mouth as possible. I couldn't help but giggle as his stubble tickled my sensitive under-boob.

Once satisfied that he had teased me enough, Dad descended downward. Leaving a trail of kisses along my sweaty, oil-slicked body, my father made his way down my stomach, moving ever closer to my dripping cunt. By this point, my bikini bottoms were soaked through with my juices, leaving my pussy completely exposed in the sheer bikini.

Dad took one long lick from hole to clit, reveling in the taste of my wetness. My father wrapped his strong arms around my thighs and pulled my hips closer to his face. Suddenly, the feeling of another hand shocked me out of my trance.

"Let me," I heard Greg mutter.

My boyfriend, not wanting to miss out on the fun, pulled my bikini to the side, exposing my smooth lips. Dad gave Greg a nod, silently thanking him for the assist. I reached toward my boyfriend's crotch and rubbed his hardness through his trunks. Greg's bathing suit barely contained his raging cock. The front of the suit had a small, wet, sticky spot, a clear sign that his pre-cum was spilling out of him. I lured him over to my head and yanked at the hem of his trunks. Greg knew what I wanted and pulled his shorts down around his ankles, freeing his manhood. His dick looked me straight in the eyes, whispering to me. His cock was screaming for my lips, and I wasn't about to disappoint it.

As my father began to lap away at my pussy, I engulfed Greg's dick down my throat. Dad's broad tongue spread my swollen lips, giving him easy access to my dripping hole. My father dipped it in and out of my canal, using his tongue like a little cock. There was a softness to what he was doing, a clear contrast to me bobbing my head up and down Greg's cock.

Sweat dripped down my cheeks and over my breasts. The mid-day July sun, combined with the heat coming off the two men, was making me broil alive. That didn't stop me from getting what I wanted. I grabbed Greg's ass with one hand, controlling his thrusting hips, while with my other hand, I pulled my father into my crotch, drowning him in juices. Dad sensed my need and sucked my clit between his puckered lips. I moaned around Greg's cock, sending shockwaves throughout his body. For a second, I thought he was about to engulf me with his cum, but I could feel him do his best to hold off.

However, I couldn't hold back any longer. My juices were seeping out of me like a faucet that had burst. With every flick of Dad's tongue, he brought me closer to the edge.

"I'm going to...right there, Daddy," I moaned as every part of me clenched in joyous agony.