Ever since I'd started fucking my brother, I'd been scheming on how to get my dad's cock up my pussy.
My mom and dad had what could be called, at best, a tempestuous marriage. They loved each other like crazy (they're still married to this day), but fought constantly. Dad was a tall, handsome man who made friends easily--everyone was his buddy. He was a construction worker, and often had to leave town to go to where the jobs were. He was also out of work often and, at the time, had a bit of a drinking problem.
Mom was an RN at the nearby hospital. Everyone said I was just like her, smart and gregarious, but with an impetuous, rebellious spirit. Mom was adorable: petite, blonde and sexy, men were drawn to her like sharks to chum. I'd also inherited her competitiveness and her overwhelming need to always be the center of attention; that may have been on of the reasons we fought so often as I grew older.
Most of Mom and Dad's disagreements stemmed from the fact that Dad drank too much and that Mom brought home more money than he did. Mom never made that an issue, but I knew it bugged my dad at times. Still, he seemed content to work when he could and otherwise hang out at bars and strip clubs (one of which his best friend owned), boozing it up with his pals. Both my parents adored me, and I worshiped them in return; despite my frequent flare-ups with my Mom. They could do no wrong in my eyes, and I was always delighted to see them make up after one of their frequent fight over Daddy's drinking or his spending too much money at Rumors or the Pussycat Lounge.
I'd known for years that Mom fucked around on Dad. When Dad was out of town on jobs, and Mom was working swing shifts, I'd sneak home from school at lunch and see if there was a strange car parking near our house. If one was, I'd sneak inside and rub my hot little pussy raw while spying on some doctor fucking the shit out of my wild, reckless Mom.
I realized I was not wired like most other girls because I bore my mom no ill will for cuckolding Dad. I guess I felt that it was mostly Dad's fault anyway, since he was gone so much and because he liked to spend his money at strip clubs, but, as long as Mom treated him as well as she did, I had no gripes.
Since we were so much alike my Mom tried to keep a close watch on me, she knew I was trouble. She caught me drinking at twelve and smoking pot at thirteen, and grounded me for months for both. Dad often said she saw a lot of herself in me, and that was why she was stricter with me than he was. I looked exactly like her too: petite and blonde with pretty eyes. I didn't think my boobs would ever get as big as her's--her 36Cs looked huge on her 5'3 frame--but, by the time I was a sophomore, I had grown to my adult size of 34C.
I quickly discovered that boys found me just as irresistible as men did my mom. Fortunately for them, I was willing and ready to try my hand at sex just as soon as the opportunity presented itself; I'd already figured out that I loved sex even before doing anything.
Alone at home one day, I'd inadvertently unearthed Dad's stack of porno movies and adult novels while looking for a flashlight in his closet. I quickly became addicted to the raunchy material, and would race home every day after school, before my brother got home, and read one of the books or watch one of the movies, rubbing my hard little clit until I came, shaking like a leaf. At night, I'd lie in bed rubbing my furry little slit as I dreamed about Peter North or Tom Byron fucking my cunt then cumming all over my face. Traci Lords, Ginger Lynn, and Christy Canyon (my dad had all their movies, I think) became my idols.
It was about two months after getting hooked on Dad's pornos, that I first discovered my mom was a slut. I left school at around noon, not feeling well. Mom was scheduled to work a day shift, so I was a bit surprised to see her car in the driveway. Not thinking much of it, I let my self in the sliding-glass door at the rear of our two-story house. Immediately, I heard loud wails and grunts coming from the family room.
From watching so many pornos over the past few months, I knew exactly what was happening and my little pussy started to tingle like crazy. Sneaking through the kitchen, I peered around the doorway and saw my mom, her back to me, bouncing up and down on some strange man's cock while he pawed all over her big, bouncing tits.
Excited beyond belief, I felt my slender legs almost buckle underneath me. Holding onto the wall for support, I reached my hand under my skirt and rubbed frantically at my already oozing cunt. This was much better than any movie!
My mom was loud and a nasty talker. Wailing and whimpering, she urged "Steve" to "fuck my pussy, "fuck it harder, "fuck me like a little bitch." I watched for ten minutes as Mom energetically rode Steve until he bellowed loudly and came in her pussy as she squealed in delight. I quickly left via the back door and stayed away from home until school let out.
After that, I became the world's most ardent voyeur. I'd sneak home at least once a week to see if I could catch Mom in the act; and I did on so on several occasions. At night, I'd listen outside my mom and dad's bedroom hoping to hear them fuck. Dad would call Mom a "little fucking slut" and in turn Mom would tell him to "fuck my cunt you big fucking bastard" or "I want you to fuck me in the ass, Baby." Afterwards, I'd crawl back into bed and rub myself to orgasm muttering, "fuck my cunt; fuck it hard and fast; fuck me like a slut" under my breath.
My senior year, the boys at school figured out I had changed. One night, during a party celebrating my 18th birthday, my boyfriend Josh Cenkcik and I were making out passionately in the backyard. Josh and I had been boyfriend and girlfriend since 10th grade. We'd kissed and felt each other up before, but earlier that day I'd seen my mom fucking one of her co-workers, and I was exceptionally aroused. So, as the party continued indoors, Josh received a present from the birthday girl. Pulling him behind the garage, I sucked his cock and swallowed his hot cum as he entwined his fingers in my long blonde hair. It didn't last long, but it thrilled me beyond belief, and soon I was sucking Josh's cock every single day.
Of course, Josh could not keep his mouth shut and other boys quickly found out that I was an eager, avid cocksucker. By the time Homecoming came around, I had already sucked off 19 or 20 different boys from school. Oral sex was as far as it went, though.
That changed at right after Thanksgiving when Dave Grissom got my cherry. He was one of the few boys who knew I liked to watch porn, and one day at school he showed me a porno he'd gotten a hold of with some new girl named Victoria Paris in it. We skipped school after lunch and sneaked over to my house. It seemed as if my pussy dripped the whole twenty-minute walk to my house as I eagerly anticipated watching a new girl get fucked on film.
Because my dad loved his beer, there was always tons of it in a spare refrigerator in the garage. I grabbed about half a dozen, and Josh and I sat on the family-room couch watching Victoria and Aja suck and fuck like cock-crazed sluts. I was half drunk by the time Josh got my top off, and totally trashed by the time he'd stuck his cock in my hot mouth.
Josh became the first boy to make me cum when he acrobatically maneuvered me into a 69 position on the couch without ever pulling his cock out of my mouth. I'd been fingered before, but no boy had ever touched my pussy or clit with his lips or tongue. As soon as Josh started sucking on my hard little clit, I exploded. Wailing and hollering, I momentarily released his throbbing cock from my mouth and it promptly squirted its hot load right into my face. I was pinned under Josh and blast after blast of hot, sticky cum sprayed all over my wailing, sobbing face as my orgasm raced through my body.
Right then and there, I told Josh I loved him forever; he said he loved me too and then got on top of me and shoved his still hard cock into my tight, virgin cunt. I whimpered and yelped as the sharp pain tore through me, but Josh ignored my whining. Slowly, inexorably, the pain faded and soon I was humping back against Josh like the hot little slut I would become.
Josh fucked me every day for about two weeks before he caught me fucking one of his friends and dumped me. After that, it became well known that if you were cute, popular, and knew how to get me alone with a six-pack of beer, you had a pretty good chance of getting into my pants.
By the start of the spring semester, I was pretty much known as one of the school sluts. Since I was in all honors classes with a straight-A average and a pretty good volleyball and field hockey player, none of the older adults ever suspected (well, except for Mr. Skinner and Mr. Davies, but that's not part of this story) that I was a real wild-child outside of the classroom.
One afternoon though, as I was bent over my dresser, legs spread wide, Dan Casey frenziedly pummeling my tight little asshole, I detected movement near my bedroom door. Thinking it was my brother spying on me, I thought nothing of it until after Dan left. When Dan departed, I went back upstairs into my brother's room to ask if he'd enjoyed the show. He wasn't there. Puzzled, I figured he must have left before Dan did.
When Drew got home around 5PM that day, I asked him why he'd left instead of waiting in his room for me.
"I wasn't home, Kathy." He responded honestly. "You must have imagined it."
