The short version of my story to this point is that I was eagerly awaiting a party being thrown by a college sports team (the Grizzlies, but don't ask which sport) that was also being attended by my wife (who didn't know I'd be there) whom was currently having a sexting affair with a well-hung guy on the team (I've seen it. It's huge), who had been one of dozens of men to gangbang her on an airplane (mid-flight, mind you) just two weeks ago.
The long version includes the part where I ass-fucked my own 19 year-old daughter on the same flight without her knowledge (she too had been on the receiving end of a Grizzly gangbang) and the fact that we'd all been going about life the same as ever since the fateful flight, mostly due to the fact that neither my wife (Lisa) nor my daughter (Ellen) had any idea that they weren't the only one in the family to have been involved in the event.
I certainly wasn't going to be the one to bring it up as we sat at the dinner table early Friday night exchanging platitudes. For days I had been waiting for this night to come, to follow my wife to this college party hosted by her gangbang pals to see what would happen there. I imagined a thousand sexual scenarios and each one got me harder than the last.
"Well, I should head out if I want to get to Allison's by eight," said Lisa, rising and collecting our plates.
Allison was her sister, whose house Lisa claimed to be going to that night to help paint her kitchen. Ch'yeah right. Allison lived a couple hours away and Lisa would usually spend the night if she went there, which provided her a perfect alibi for being out all night at the party.
Ellen and I went into the den to watch TV while Lisa gathered her overnight bag and prepared to leave. She came in a few minutes later wearing a smile and, I think, a little more makeup than she had been at dinner.
"See you guys sometime tomorrow! Ellen, don't forget to take out the trash tonight," said Lisa.
Ellen rolled her eyes but got up to give her mom a hug. I stood up to say my goodbyes.
"You have fun tonight, send Allison my regrets," I said with a smirk. Lisa knows how much I dislike her sister.
"Oh I'm sure it'll be tons of fun," laughed Lisa, giving me a quick kiss, "Bye you two!"
With a wave, she left and Ellen and I settled back into our seats.
For about twenty minutes I waited on pins and needles for my opportunity to head off to the party after my wife. The wait was made more excruciating by the fact that from the armchair I was sitting in, I had a perfect (if unintentional) view of Ellen's panty area as she lay on the couch across from me. Her knees were up, legs slightly spread in such a way that her little track shorts were leaving very little to the imagination. Despite having fucked her in a fit of lustful rage just a few weeks ago, I still mainly thought of her as my daughter, not a sex object. It was getting harder and harder to do so, however, as I couldn't seem to help but admire her body. Ellen started to idly shake her legs and her creamy, smooth thighs moving back and forth brought my dick to almost full attention. I had to get out of there.
"You know, I feel bad sending your mom to do all that work at Aunt Allison's on her own, I should probably go up there and help them out," I said, rising to my feet, hoping my daughter wouldn't notice the slight bulge in my pants.
"Okay...so you'll be gone all night?" asked Ellen as I tried not to look up her shorts, which were now affording me an almost perfect shot of her panty-covered pussy.
"Yep. Gotta go," I said shortly, leaving the room before my dick could burst out of my pants like an Alien. I gathered a few things, called out a quick goodbye to Ellen, got in my car and set the GPS.
I'd done more sleuthing on my wife's phone and knew the address of the house where the party would be taking place. It was a fairly easy drive but still took a little over two hours. Knowing I was more than 30 minutes behind Lisa and imagining what she might get up to in that time propelled me to drive a little faster than I normally would, sporting wood the entire trip.
As I turned onto the street where the house should be, I was feeling anxious and out of place. There were small clusters of college kids mulling about and it hit me how out of place I would be in that situation. I was slightly relieved to see Lisa's car parked fairly near the house I had been directed to. I found a parking spot one block over, took a deep breath and stepped out of the car.
I nervously approached the house, trying to act cool and natural. The closest I could muster was awkward and middle-aged. I caught second glances from some kids hanging out on the front steps, but I pressed on and slipped in the front door behind a couple of guys.
No sooner was I inside then the whole plan started feeling like a huge mistake. I stood out like an eskimo's nipples as I hung out in the foyer trying to figure out my next move. The house was packed and everyone seemed to know each other, which made it even easier to notice me standing there all alone.
I decided I'd better move deeper into the house, maybe find some beer, when three guys (Grizzlies, all) popped up and blocked my passage.
"Woah, woah, hold up dude. I think you're lost," said a lanky guy with red hair.
"Oh, uhh, just here for the party..." I sputtered, playing it about as uncool as I could have.
"Nah, bro. You gotta go," said Lanky, who started towards me with a couple of his friends.
I figured I'd be dragged out onto the lawn, but at the last moment another Grizzly stepped in.
"Hey, wait! I know this dude!" he said.
I looked up at his face. I knew him too. He was the guy I had spit-roasted my daughter with on the plane. Apparently, that's not a face you forget.
"Damn, dude! Good to see you!" he said as the others backed off. He was clearly pretty drunk to be treating an older guy he met at a gangbang like an old friend.
"Uh yeah, you too," I lied.
"Lemme get you a beer, bro," he said pushing through the crowd and waving me to follow.
We cut through the house to the backyard, which seemed to be the main area of the party. The backyard was large and secluded, with multiple bar areas and what looked like a stage on one side. My buddy talked at me the whole way as we headed for a bar.
"I still can't believe we pulled that off, man," said Buddy, sidestepping a group of girls, "I mean, we get into some pretty wild shit, but gangbanging two random hotties on plane? That's legend status, bro."
We reached a keg and Buddy started filling two cups.
"So uh, you guys didn't know who those women were?" I asked, taking the beer Buddy handed to me.
"No idea, dude. Just a couple of dick-crazed broads. The younger one, the one you ass-fucked? She didn't give any of us her name or number so we don't know anything about her," said Buddy.
It was a relief to hear that Ellen wasn't continuing to be hounded by the Grizzlies the way Lisa was. Not only that, but it seemed clear that the Grizzlies still had no idea that their fuck-buddies had been mother and daughter. That's the kind of thing you brag about if you know.
"That milf doe, seems like she didn't get enough man-meat on that flight. That or she's just straight addicted to the big ass dick on..."
The music got louder just at that moment and I couldn't hear what name Buddy had said, but I pretty much knew who's dick he was talking about. Lefty, the guy with the massive rod who had been sexting with my wife ever since the incident on the plane. Would have been nice to know his real name, but Lefty would continue to work just fine I guess.
"Anyway, they're warming her up upstairs. Needless to say she's the guest of honor. I'm pretty sure she's gonna win later too," said Buddy.
"Win what?" I asked, sipping my lite beer.
The crowd started cheering loudly. Buddy pointed toward the stage.
"You'll see, bro. Have a good time!" he said, clapping me on the back and heading off into the crowd.
The music cut off suddenly and a young guy bounded onto the stage. I recognized him immediately as the dude I knew only as Righty; one of the primary fuckers of my wife whose charisma had quite literally allowed him to talk her out of her clothes and onto his cock.
"Alright everybody, how you all feeling tonight?" he said into a microphone. The crowd "wooed" in response.
"I know you're all not here to look at my ass, so let's get the show started!" said Righty to whoops and hollers, "our first contestant is a hot little piece who likes dancing and sucking dick."
The crowd laughed.
"Give it up for Taylor the Schoolgirl!"
Righty motioned to the side of the stage and a moment later a very pretty young girl stepped into view. She had long, toned legs, what looked to be a great ass and a pair of nice, perky tits. She was wearing a very revealing schoolgirl outfit: short plaid skirt cut just below her ass cheeks and a tight white top tied off in the front.
She reached the middle of the stage and Righty stepped back to give her space. The music started up and after a moment of hesitation, the girl started to dance. She was a good dancer, if seemingly unaccustomed to the type of lewd display that was obviously expected of her. There was a steady stream of catcalls from the crowd who were egging her on.
Righty moved to the edge of the stage and was handed a Super Soaker. The girl never saw it coming as the first blast of water hit her square in the chest. Righty kept pumping water onto her until the white top was sopping wet and see-through. The girl's pert nipples were now clearly visible through the shirt, much to the delight of the crowd.
