Part Two
(Author's Note: To understand the context and monumental build up to this encounter with my father, you will need to read Part One.)
There Jay stood with his shorts pulled down. All seven inches of his cock were hard. His hand stopped stroking his cock when our eyes locked onto each other. I didn't see fear, shame, or surprise in my husband's eyes. I saw acceptance and understanding, both without any judgment. And I saw lust...a hungry lust. A look that I remember to this day. A look that told me that while he wanted me, he
knew he wanted me to cum with my father. To feel his release inside of me.
My father hadn't seen Jay, or if he did, he never let on that he had. My Dad just continued to slide in and out of me, going very slowly as I adjusted to how thick he was. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation in my pussy.
I reached between my legs with my right hand and began to softly rub my clit. The added sensation caused my pussy to get even wetter, which allowed my father to slide in and out more easily. As he began to pick up his pace, he placed his hands on my sides and forcefully grabbed my hips. Then, to my surprise, my mild-mannered father began ramming me harder.
I couldn't help but let out a loud moan when I felt how deep he was inside me. Through staggered breath my father asked, "You like that?"
In between my grunting and moaning I opened my mouth to speak, only to hear these words from Jay as he stepped into the room, "She likes it very much. She loves being Daddy's slut."
Just hearing Jay say those words made me even more wet. You see, at home, I called Jay "Daddy". It was something I had gotten used to. And now being fucked by my actual father was both overwhelming and positively erotic.
As if almost on queue, my father asked, "So you like being Daddy's slut?"
An orgasm washed over me. I heavily squirted on my father's cock and balls. Just then, my hair was gripped tightly and my head lifted up. Jay shoved his hard shaft into my mouth. Jay was usually gentle in our love-making, except when he pounded me hard from behind. But he was different today as he shoved his cock in my mouth. He was animalistic, not tender. There was a lack of gentleness.
Jay spoke, but not necessarily directed at any one person, "She is such a fucking slut...she loves cock." His next question left little doubt he was talking to me, however, "You like being a fucking slut don't you? You like being fucked hard by your father and your husband at the same time!"
"Yes," I responded, as if almost ashamed. "YES!" I repeated loudly as I squirted again.
Jay and I had discovered that once I start squirting, I will squirt with every orgasm after that. I couldn't care less about the mess I was making on my father's cock, let alone the floor beneath me. I was at the point of no return, and I loved experiencing the two men in my life.
"Spank her," Jay commanded my father. "She will cum when you do." My father hesitantly slapped my ass. The random thought that my father doesn't want to hurt his little girl amused me. "Mark," Jay said more sternly to my father, "slap her ass....hard." I felt my father release his grip on my right hip. Seconds later I felt a stinging pain, a good pain, on my right ass cheek. A moan escaped my lips as I had another orgasm.
I could feel my father tense up inside me, but then to my disappointment, he pulled out. I thought that maybe he wanted to cum on my back and ass (something that I love by the way), but I heard him say, "I don't want to cum yet."
Jay immediately told me to turn around and get on my back so that my pussy was facing him. He didn't have to tell me twice. With moving my position, I was perfectly situated as Jay laid down between my legs and began to make out with my pussy. He's the only man that has ever done it that way to me. He slowly kissed my pussy lips and clit. Within a couple minutes, the making out became more aggressive. Then, he sucked my clit. That sensation was too much and an orgasm washed over me again.
I had almost forgot about my father! I opened my eyes to see him looking all over my body as he had been kneeling right next to my head. His still rock hard cock only inches away from my face. I could tell that his cock was extremely wet and coated with juices...my juices.
With the most natural feeling, I reached up and held the base of his cock. Our eyes locked. It was the first time we had looked at each other since we crossed the boundaries of familial desire. I looked at his cock, and then back at his eyes. He knew what I wanted, and I knew he wanted to give it to me. He directed his cock closer to my face and I closed my eyes as I gently sucked his cock into my mouth for the first time. I immediately tasted my juices. I tasted the my womanhood that had squirted all over my father. I tasted the amazing reminder of the sex we had just enjoyed.
It seemed like ten minutes or more had passed since we had looked at each other, but I know it had been just mere seconds. As I began to slowly suck his cock, savoring my taste on him, I looked back at him. His eyes looked at me differently. The same kind of look that Jay gives me when I am being a "good slut". It was then that I realized my sensation on my clit was too much again, and I came hard.
I looked down to see Jay still eating my pussy. My juices all over his mouth. His eyes now the same as my father's, a lustful look at me as their slut. I slowly looked back up at my father, teasingly took his cock out of my mouth and asked, "Does that feel good? Do you like me being a slut for you?"
My father, as if not being able to speak, just nodded his head and pushed his cock back in my mouth. I loved sucking his cock and tasting my wetness on him. I remember thinking how my pussy tasted so sweet, and it turned me on even more knowing Jay was enjoying my taste too.
With his mouth locked in on my clit, I felt Jay shift around. I felt him put just one finger in my pussy as far as it would go, but then quickly pulled out. I was confused until I felt that same finger at the tight opening of my ass. Excitement coursed through me! I knew what he was about to do, and I knew I would love the feeling.
Very slowly, but with continuous movement, Jay put his pussy-juice coated finger in my ass. Once it was in, he held it there as I adjusted to the sensation. And then with perfect timing, he started to move it in and out as he continued the licking and sucking of my clit. I had never liked anal play before my husband. One ex had tried it with me, and it was a disaster, plus he was a douche. But Jay...oh Jay knew how to give me an anal orgasm!
Jay continued his rhythmic motion in my ass, and I found myself bucking my hips, indicating that I wanted more. His finger picked up the pace, and he really began fucking my ass. His finger in my ass, his mouth on my clit, and my father's cock in my mouth was too much. I had my hardest orgasm of the night. I was exhausted.
