Risty Meets Dad

I'm Brandi, a college freshman, sharing a dorm room with Kristy, a junior. I'm 5'4" with dark hair and eyes, and a slim gymnast body. Kristy is 5'9" with blonde hair, twinkling hazel eyes, and a beautiful 37D-24-34 athletic body. We share a dorm room with a private bathroom, and have become much more than roomies thanks to a Halloween blow-out that never stopped (another story). My dad is 5'10" and works out a couple of times a week. Kristy teases me about having the hottest bald 40 year-old DILF she's ever seen. Dad knows Kristy and I have become great friends, and for Christmas he bought tickets to the KU-Georgia Tech basketball game for the three of us!

The new year's weekend started out absolutely the best with my Dad, Kristy, and me at the basketball game. Oh my GAWD!!! It simply doesn't get more exciting than that (or so I thought)! You wanna talk about adrenaline--the Field House was pumping Saturday, baby!! The guys gave us just enough spurts through the game to keep the crowd going, and then 35 minutes in they mount a comeback that just gets us tied for overtime. Then they fall behind again and with 3 seconds to go, hit the game winner!! I mean, whoa, what an exhausting afternoon. We were all constantly cheering and high-fiving and hugging. It was my Dad's first big time b-ball game, and he really enjoyed it. He was into it, yelling, and screaming, and he and Kristy were joking around--everything seemed really cool. After the game, we went to Appleby's for supper and Kristy started hinting about coming home with me and going out. Dad didn't mind, so after dinner we went to Kristy's and she picked up some clothes and let her folks know, then we headed out for home.

I was really drained and dozed out on the way home. I kinda faded back in a couple of times, and Kristy and my Dad seemed to be getting along great--chatting and joking around about me. I finally wake up at the turnpike exit, and realize Kristy is trying to convince my Dad to come partying with us. It seems a little strange, but Dad refuses, nicely, and jokingly, but he refuses. When we get to my house, I show Kristy around some and then she hops in my shower and I run up to my Dad's shower. Now my Dad and I have always been really comfortable around each other, often lounging around the house in underwear or just bathrobes or whatever when we're by ourselves. I'd never really thought about it before, but I've just never felt embarrassed around my Dad, no matter what.

Well, my shower's really the main bathroom on the 1st floor, and I guess my Dad thought I was using it and Kristy was upstairs. He knocked and asked if he could use the bathroom, and Kristy said, "Sure," so Dad went on in. While he was there, Kristy finished showering, reached out for a towel and started drying off--most likely being sure to show some flesh knowing her. Next thing I know, my Dad's chewing me out in his bathroom for not letting him know Kristy was showering downstairs. He's pretty upset, more than I'd expected, and I'm half-way afraid he's going to nix the whole night. He doesn't, and when Kristy comments later on the size of my Dad's penis, I kinda start to understand why he was so upset. If I knew then what I know now, I probably would have nixed the whole night myself. Or maybe not. . .

So my Dad's upset at me cuz he used the bathroom thinking I was in the shower and actually it was Kristy, and she quit and started drying off while he was in there and he saw her naked and she saw him peeing and he's just really upset about it and I'm the scapegoat. I mean, I figured letting Kristy use Dad's shower was a bad idea, so I used it and let her use the main one. Kristy and I talked about it after we left, and Kristy didn't think anything of it. Of course, she wouldn't. She thought it was cute that we're so comfortable with each other--Dad and me--and she wished that her parents were that open and liberated around her. She promised to apologize to Dad when we got home since he was so upset.

We drove around a little, and went past a couple of the bars, but noting really looked exciting, so Kristy suggested we rent a couple of DVD's and spend the night at my home. So we hit the video store and got Anchorman, Little Black Book, and this anime movie, Body Transfer. Kristy's got a bunch of anime in our dorm room, and she says this one looks cool, so we get them and head home. I call Dad on the cell to tell him our change of plans and he says he ordered Chinese food, but he'll call and up the order.

Kristy and I get home and Dad's all relaxed watching ESPN and says the food should be on the way. Kristy tells Dad she thinks it's great the relationship Dad and I have and that she wishes her folks were that comfortable around her, but that she's sorry that she upset him. Dad's a little uncomfortable, but plays it off with a joke about needing to get bigger towels for guests.

We start watching Anchorman, and it is just the stupidest film--total slapstick, crude humor, and so obvious. You feel guilty and know you shouldn't laugh, but you just can't help it. The food arrives just after the movie starts, so we just spread everything out in the living room and eat while we watch. We all three end up on the couch, with me between Dad and Kristy, and when Dad starts cleaning up the dishes, Kristy leans over, says my Dad is hot, and kisses me hard and deep, breaking it off just before Dad comes back. I'm totally in shock, though I should have expected it. Kristy smiles and thanks Dad for providing the delicious entrees and I SO know she's not talking about the Chinese food. We pause the movie and get everything cleaned up and then Kristy suggests we get our pj's on before finishing the movies. As we head to my room, I smack her hard on the ass and tell her she could ruin everything if she doesn't cool it. She just gives me a mischievous little smile and pulls her shirt and bra over her head on the stairs, just out of sight from the living room and takes off running and giggling for my room.

Kristy has her satin teddy top and shorts and I have my sleep shirt and panties, and I grab the comforter off my bed and we head back to living room. I slide in next to Dad on the couch and Kristy plops down next to me and accidentally releases her section of the couch. That means she slides back and down and the footrest pops her legs up. She didn't even know the thing reclines and she shrieks thinking for a second that she broke it. Dad just busts out laughing and then we all recline back and I spread the comforter over Kristy and me.

As we're watching the movie, we're all sort of outdoing ourselves with lowering degrees of raunchy comments--Dad and I always tease like that, esp. watching movies--and Kristy just keeps lowering the bar. At some point, Kristy's hand finds it's way to my thigh, and I try to pull away without letting Dad know what's happening, but eventually he asks if I want to sit on his lap or something since I'm smashed up against him. Kristy says, "Ooo, that sounds like fun!" and Dad comes back with, "Yeah, fun enough to land me in jail," and Kristy retorts, "Ooo, that sounds like fun, too," and we all just break out giggling again.

By the end of the movie, I'm totally hot and bothered and so sure Dad can't possibly NOT know what's going on. Kristy slides over to the DVD and asks which movie we want to watch next. I notice that with Kristy silhouetted against the TV her 37D boobs and hard nipples really stick out. Dad makes some comment about the chick flicks and cartoons and says he's calling it a night. He's really great about it, but he heads off to his room, while Kristy just stares at his butt all the way up the stairs. I give her this glaring look, and she just pulls her top open at my Dad's back and giggles. I just love the way her nipples move in opposite circles when her boobs bounce.

She pops in the anime movie and slinks back under the comforter with me, instantly wrapping her arms around me and kissing me, but this time I'm kissing back and really into it, and then suddenly the movie's going and these cartoon high school kids are making out and telling crude jokes and then these two actually start having sex--x-rated cartoons--I've never seen anything like it before and I grab the remote and turn the volume way down, but not off. I'm just fascinated by how obviously cartoony they are, and yet how sexy and erotic it is. Of course, Kristy's hands and mouth aren't cooling the situation down at all. Then Kristy slides off her shorts and guides my hand between her legs and then the game's on, baby.

Her heat literally burns against my palm, as I her juices instantly soak my hand. She's obviously been heating up for awhile, and as her tongue presses between my lips again, my finger slides between her, hot, moist love lips, pressing into her fiery cunny. Kristy's clit is as hard as a pebble, and I smash it with my palm as I press deeper into her. Her moan is louder than the ones on TV, and suddenly I'm very aware that we are making out on the couch in my house while my Dad is getting ready for bed right above us. I try to pull back, but Kristy pushes me down into the cushions, maneuvering us both towards horizontal across the three sections of the couch. She squeezes my hand between her legs as she presses two of her fingers into me and begins to wiggle them against each other. That just drives me crazy!

We're so into each other and every time I look up there's another couple of cartoons making out. Kristy pushes my shirt up with her free hand, and her mouth sucks onto my right titty, pulling most of it into her mouth before pulling back and biting down on my nipple. Her mouth alternates between titties, while her fingers begin to pump into me, drawing a long, pent-up moan out of my quivering mouth. We shouldn't be doing this, but, oh baby, does it ever feel great. The worry about my Dad walking in on us puts an edge on everything that just heightens my senses. And Kristy is not about to stop until she has me spasming and twitching in orgasm.

I push up against her, shifting our weight onto the footrests, then suddenly we tumble to floor, folding two of the couch sections up in the process and pretty tangling the comforter around us. With Kristy under me, I slide down, pulling her hand away from my sex, and tug her silky shorts down her thighs. As she pulls her knees up to slide her shorts off, I dive under them and just bury face between her legs, pressing my nose against her clitty as my tongue darts into her. Her thighs clinch my head in reflex, then flop back open as she slides her shorts free and sinks into the electric pulses shooting from my tongue into her cunny. I give her a couple of big licks, from her puckered little ass to her pubic thatch, then I spread her open with my fingers and concentrate my tongue lashing on her erect clitty. After about a minute of non-stop tonguing, I slide two fingers into her juicy cunny and begin to pump them slowly in and out of her—inhaling the musky aroma of her arousal.

I imagine for an instant what a sight we'd make if my Dad came downstairs now--my pink-panty clad dark ass wiggling out from under my sleep shirt as my dark curly-haired head is buried between Kristy's long legs; her fingers tugging at her hard nipples as her hands squeezed her mountainous boobs together; her sweat-soaked blonde hair trailing across her face as head tossed side to side in near ecstasy. I begin to pump harder with my hand as I feel Kristy getting close, her tummy is tightening and one hand wraps itself in the back of my shirt, twisting it into a knot and pulling it tight across my titties. Then, just as she's about to tumble over the edge into orgasm, both of her hands lunge for my panties and she pulls me violently onto her chest, burying my now-thong-like panties deep into my ass and cunny.

Suddenly my face buried in her breasts, and she's pushing me over, smothering me in her wonderful tit-flesh. My face is instantly covered in her sweat, and then my mouth finds a nipple as she turns partway and her hand pulls my panties even tighter into me—grinding my aroused clitty into the cotton fabric. I feel my own arousal build as she pulls her titty free and straddles my face, yanking my panties down my legs and pressing my thighs apart. Our tongues attack each other's love seemingly in unison; each of us wanting to make the other cum first. In the heat of passion, with my tongue buried in Kristy's hot cunny and my finger rubbing over her hot, puckered asshole, I realize that a cartoon orgy is taking place on TV—young, teen cartoon bodies pounding into each other to the rhythm of an oriental moaning soundtrack. I feel myself right on the edge of exploding in orgasm and glance away.

My blurring vision suddenly focuses over Kristy's bouncing ass to the top of the stairway, where my Dad is sitting, watching, WATCHING US. And he's not just watching, but he's got both his hands wrapped around his monstrously erect penis, pumping up and down and staring at Kristy's head buried between my legs. I've always known my Dad was well-endowed, especially after mental comparisons with my two high school boyfriends, but I've never seen my Dad fully erect before, and never ever even imagined him jacking himself off. I quickly look back to the TV, then back to Kristy's ass, and then try to focus back in on Kristy's building orgasm, but I can't keep from peeking—admiring Dad's erection, and actually feeling something like pride that I'm having that kind of effect on him.

Now I begin to tighten myself, feeling my orgasm rising from deep within my tummy. Kristy is really going at it, and as I lift my legs to secretly give my Dad a better view of the action, she reaches under my ass and begins to pump three fingers into my tight cunny. As her hot mouth continues to suck and nibble on my clitty, I wonder how mind-numbingly painful it would be to have my Dad's huge dick shoving into me-the earth shattering initial impact, followed by the ripping pressure from my clit to my asshole, and then finally the incredible pleasure as he begins to saw into me with his tool, ravaging every nerve ending in my stretched to the limit love canal. I can almost imagine the sweet pressure as his enormous head bumps against my depths, trying to press itself into my womb, and bury its precious seed deep within me.

That powerful fantasy takes me over the edge and my exploding orgasm sends Kristy into her own ecstasy. Our convulsing, writhing, twitching bodies and soulful moans of ecstasy become the final ingredients in my Dad's own climatic masterpiece. I watch over the foreground of Kristy's hot, sweat-covered ass as my Dad's monstrous erection sprays several creamy ropes of cum down the stairs before he covers the head with his clinched fist. As spasm after spasm tighten my cunny around Kristy's fingers, and her juices flow freely across my tongue and down my cheeks, I imagine my mouth is my Dad's fist, and the spasms of cum squirting between his fingers are slamming into the back of my throat, filling my mouth, and flowing down my chin as I try to swallow all he has to give. I close my eyes in fantasy, and climax again and again around Kristy's fingers.

As we both finally come back to earth and Kristy's beautiful body presses me back to the floor, I glance to the top of the stairs and see only carpeting and darkness. As Kristy and I slowly, loving unclench, I wonder how much of my experience was real and how much was my fantasy. I lovingly nudge Kristy off me and crawl across her gently heaving body until our lips meet. My eyes close and suddenly I'm kissing my exhausted Dad, letting him taste himself on my lips for the first time. Kristy pulls the comforter over us and snuggles against me, and as I settle into her warm embrace, I hear the shower begin to run in Dad's bathroom.