Venture Venturi - a Slut Mommie

Venture Venturi 2: A Slut Emerges.

Hello, everyone. Unfortunately, it seems like Kate's adventures are ending, so I thought I'd tell you more of mine to fill the gap. Still, seventeen chapters extolling the virtues of sixty-six separate lovers is quite an effort. Unluckily, I don't travel in the same circles as Kate, and I seriously doubt that someone like James Squire will take me under his wing and introduce me to the kind of adventures Kate has had. That's not to say I haven't had some!

The last time we spoke, I'd helped my stepmother initiate a young woman into their support club. The support club is a group of army, navy and air force service widows who get together to support each other and relieve their sexual frustrations in a way that won't result in divorce. I'd been initiated the previous day, and I will admit I found the experience intense but savagely satisfying. I'm looking forward to the next get-together and experimenting with lesbian sex more.

At the end of my first story, my stepmother, Deana, promised to help me seduce my father. I'd lived with her and Dad for all of my teenage years, and I admit I had the typical schoolgirl crush on my dad. However, until I'd read Kate's stories, and especially the episode where her mum and dad did for her what they should have done the night of her eighteenth birthday, I never thought I'd get up the nerve to fuck my father.

That's where I take up my story.

My stepmom turned to me before she took my huge melons in her hands. "You've read Kate Muggleton's adventures?" She asked as she twisted my nipples cruelly. I nodded. "You want me to help you seduce your father?" Deana asked. I nodded again. "It won't be difficult," she answered.

"How?" I almost pleaded as my sweet little cunt clenched and dribbled pussy juice at the thought of fucking my dad.

Twisting harder as she dragged me down onto my knees, Deana answered, "Let me sort that out. You ensure your kids have a sitter for tomorrow and be here for dinner. Meanwhile, eat my pussy, little one." Deana grabbed me by the back of my head and ground her tangy-tasting pussy against my pouting lips.

Still new to Sapphic love, I briefly hesitated before realising my cunt was literally dripping arousal liquids. Wondering why I was delaying, I opened my mouth and encircled Deana's fuck hole with my mouth. Then. I stabbed my tongue as deeply into her cock pocket as possible. Reaching around her, I grabbed her slim, taut buttocks and pulled her pussy onto my tongue, forcing more of my tongue into her cum hole.

"Fuck, yes, Sara," my stepmother panted. Then, she grabbed my ears and pulled me higher. Taking the hint, I sucked her orgasm switch into my mouth and bit it lightly. "Oh, Gawd!" Deana exclaimed as she climaxed, smearing my face with her sex secretions. Deana helped me to my feet, and we dressed quietly. Once I was decent, my stepmother said, "See you around six tomorrow for dinner, Sara. You will wear something sexy for your father to enjoy."

Knowing I'd been dismissed, I walked out, got in my car, and drove home. I had enough time to do my housework and make some snacks before I needed to pick up the kids. My phone rang as I drove to the school. It was Alicia asking if I could look after her two boys for a couple of hours.

"Sure," I replied. "Do you want me to feed them, too?"

"If you don't mind, Sara," my friend answered. "That'll give me more time."

"To do what?" I asked, suspecting she might have invited someone home to play.

"Leslie's dropping by," she giggled, confirming my suspicions.

I was jealous, of course, but figured I'd be able to do similar things as I got to know the girls in the club better. "Slut!" I grinningly hissed.

"You're right!" Alicia giggled. "Thanks, Venture!"

"You can pay me back by looking after my two tomorrow night," I responded. "I'm having dinner with Dad and Deana."

"Hmm," Alicia hummed teasingly. "Now, why would your delicious stepmother not want her grandkids to attend dinner with you?"

Realising I'd been caught out, I blushed and answered, "Why, Alicia, whatever could you mean?"

"Slut!" She accused back.

"I'm unsure I'll ever get near Kate's sixty-six lovers," I told her. "But I'm going to give it a shot!"

"Gawd!" Alicia said awedly. "Can you imagine having that much fun?"

"It helps when you're getting them in multiples, I guess," I mused.

"Nine! And there may have been more!" Alicia exclaimed.

"Yup," I replied, joining the line to pick up our kids. "My vibrator needed two new sets of batteries before the excitement of that chapter died down. I'm in the queue to pick the kids up, so I'll hang up. I'm using the hands-free, and I'd hate it if any of the other mothers heard me talking about this."

"Hell, no!" Alicia spat. "How embarrassing would that be?"

I moved my car up as the cars ahead of me loaded their kids in. It didn't take long before my and Alicia's four were in, and we headed home. Getting home, the older kids grabbed the street cricket gear and ran for the park. Sammy drank a glass of milk before she lay down and had her typical after-school nap. That left me a little time to prepare dinner. Coles had a chicken breast special this week, meaning I could load up on them cheaply. I intended to slice them thinly and make them into a chicken, cheese, and chorizo risotto.

The kids returned in time for dinner. Alicia arrived to pick her two up not long after that, and the rest of the night was spent ensuring my two had done their homework and chores, washed, and gotten ready for bed. Exhausted, I fell into mine shortly after turning the kid's lights out.

The first part of the following day passed uneventfully. Alicia arrived on time to take the kids to school. I did a little housework, ate a light lunch, and then worked in my garden until it was time to shower, dress, and go to my father's place for dinner.

Deana's instructions were to 'wear something sexy for your father to enjoy'. Unfortunately, as a larger girl, I don't have a lot of overtly sexy clothing because I tend to dress more for comfort than sexiness. However, I had a couple of outfits I'd wear when Regan took me out. I tried them on, fearful I'd put on weight, and they wouldn't fit. It was a pleasant surprise to find the skirts were actually a little loose. Working out twice a week with my trainer was paying dividends.

I chose my black mid-length, side-split, low-waisted pleated skirt. The skirt clung to my big, rounded bottom, emphasising its delicious curves, but sat below my slightly bulging stomach, effectively hiding it. Above that, I wore my dark red short-sleeve, twist-ruched, minimalist casual T-shirt. The shirt emphasised my enormous Double-G tits but flared to hide my plump stomach. I wore some black, toeless ankle boots, too.

Unlike Kate, my breasts are way too big and squidgy to go about braless, so I wore a red half-cup push-up bra. It lifted my breasts up and made them push daringly against my top's tied Vee. I knew from previous embarrassing experiences that I needed to be careful leaning too far forward or over because my enormous fun bags would fall out of the bra. I eschewed panties, though.

I added a little eyeliner, mascara and mahogany lipstick before standing back to check myself out. 'Not as beautiful as Kate,' I admitted to myself, remembering the pictures that had begun appearing through her stories. 'But not bad for a short, tubby girl. I hope Dad approves.

It was still a little early to go to my parents' house, so I poured myself a glass of wine and sat looking through my social media feeds. I noticed that Alicia had added me to a TikTok group called 'Armed Services Duty Widows'. Joining gave me access to various group chats where the women discussed getting together again and maybe meeting between the monthly get-togethers.

I'd barely confirmed my acceptance when I received a deluge of messages from several other members asking if I wanted to meet for coffee, drinks, or even more. I felt a little intimidated as well as flattered, but I figured I'd chat with Deana about it before accepting any invites.

I arrived at my parents' house at the same time Dad returned home from work. We hugged in the driveway before intertwining our arms and walking inside. Many of my friends complained about how their parents always treated them like they were still twelve. Dad and Deana had never done that to me, though. They'd both encouraged my independence from the moment I joined their household. Walking beside my tall, ruggedly handsome father, I couldn't help but imagine being under him as he thrust into my slippery cunt. Dad's cock was larger than my husband's but not significantly so, and I knew I'd willingly accept his length and girth into my tight little pussy.

Dad and I chatted amiably as we entered the house. Getting inside, I released his arm so he could greet his wife. Deana grinned conspiratorially at me over Dad's shoulder before winking. Pressing her rock-hard nipples against my father's broad chest, my stepmother casually lifted onto her toes and pushed her pudenda against my dad's groin.

My stepmother wore a tiny micro miniskirt that barely covered her slender, tight ass. She was braless under a clinging see-through top. Her pencil eraser-sized, diamond-hard nipples tented her top obscenely, and my arousal from being close to my father grew exponentially. Although I was keen to have my father fuck me, the thought of being double-teamed by him and Deana was exciting.

"Tony's gone to his girlfriend's place for dinner," Deana explained. "So there's just the three of us."

"That woman has our son wrapped around her little finger," Dad bitched. "Who would have thought that a son of yours could be so pussy whipped?"

"You mean you're not?" Deana teased.

Dad laughed heartily before replying, "Of course, you know I'm going to answer, 'yes dear,' to that, right? I know which side my bread's buttered on!"

The difference between the relationship between Dad and my mother and Dad and my stepmother was chalk and cheese. My mother is a cast iron, self-centred, lazy-assed bitch. When we were younger, she complained that Dad worked too many hours and was never home. Then, when Dad took a lesser job so he would be home most nights, she complained about the restrictions to her lifestyle. Instead of being happy that he was home, she bitched that she couldn't afford the nice things she usually bought. I wasn't surprised when Dad moved out, and I was amazed that he lasted until I was twelve.

Deana sent Dad and me to the lounge, telling us to catch up over a couple of drinks as she prepared our dinner. I followed Deana into her kitchen to get our drinks before joining Dad in the lounge. I sat opposite him and casually crossed my legs so my chubby but shapely thigh to my hip bone showed in the skirt's split. Then, I leaned forward to talk. Doing that meant my huge melons threatened to jump out of my bra and expose my nipples. I was pleased to see that Dad had to adjust himself several times before Deana called us to the table.

Dinner was its typical happy, chatty time. Dad and Deana asked lots of questions about the kids, how I was doing, and whether Regan was in any real danger where he was. Dad suggested that I find a part-time job to fill in my days but acknowledged it would be difficult to find something to work at around the kids' school hours.

What I noticed was that my stepmother continuously flirted with my dad. She'd regularly pull her top down so that her nipples were prominently displayed. Plus, she took every opportunity to lean back and part her legs, showing her delightfully bare and juicy pussy lips.

Taking my cues from her, I began the slow act of seducing my father. I'd somewhat naively assumed that he'd be overwhelmed by my luscious charms and fall willingly into bed with me. Deana's actions made me realise that my father would not instigate a sexual relationship between himself and his daughter. Deana and I would have to make him so horny that he lost control and fucked me.

At the end of dinner, Deana sent Dad to the lounge, promising she'd make some drinks for us to share and bring them in. I hung back so I could talk to my stepmother.

"How are we going to do this?" I asked.

"What? Get your father to fuck you?" Deana teased.

"Yes," I growled, trying not to be too loud.

"We'll do it the same way Kate got John to fuck Krissy," Deana replied dismissively. "I'll leave the bedroom door partially open. Then, I'll get him naked and sit on his face. When I'm in position, you'll sneak in and climb on his cock."

"Won't he know who it is when someone else climbs onto him?"

"I occasionally bring your father a treat home," my stepmother casually explained. "I've told him I have one arriving after you've gone home. But you'll have to pretend you've drunk too much to drive home and use the spare room."

Nodding eagerly, my sweet little cunt clenching in anticipation, I picked up the pitcher of margaritas and followed Deana into the lounge. We sat around laughing and chatting. It would have been a great night even without the delicious thought of seducing my father. I rarely get a night away from the kids, and not having to cook or worry about anything was heavenly.

When my stepmother surreptitiously nodded at around 11:00 p.m., I stood, yawned, stretched, and then pretended to stagger. "Need to wee," I announced, weaving my way toward the hall where the loo was. Returning, I flopped into the sofa chair and hiccupped. "Shit!" I swore. "Deana, can I sleep here tonight? I'm way too pissed to drive."

"What about the kids?" My stepmother asked.

"They're at Alicia's," I answered. "She'll keep them overnight and drop them at school tomorrow."

I could see that Dad was somewhat disappointed, thinking he wouldn't get his treat tonight. But underneath that was a father's typical concern for their kid. Smiling gently, Dad picked me up and carried me down to the spare room. I felt so secure, snug, and loved in his powerful arms that I almost orgasmed there and then. I made sure to turn and press my hard nipples against his upper arm as he carried me. When he lay me on the bed, I purposefully let my knees fall apart. That caused my dress to ride up and let my father know in undoubted terms his daughter wasn't wearing panties and was sexually aroused.

Dad blushed before covering my legs with the quilt, kissing my forehead, and wishing me goodnight.

Deana bustled in after Dad had left. "Wait until you hear my orgasm screams, and then come to our room. Climb on your dad's cock and enjoy. When he's about to cum in you, I'll roll off his face so he can see who he's fucking. The rest is up to you two."

I nodded eagerly again as my cute little fuck button throbbed, imagining what was to come.

Deana grinned at me before leaving the room. I got out of bed and stripped. I badly wanted to play with myself as I imagined riding my father's stiff cock, but I was afraid of how much noise I'd make when I came, so I refrained.

It took nearly an hour of frustration before I finally heard Deana screaming her climaxes to the ceiling. Giggling happily, I crept quietly along the hallway to Dad's room. As Deana had promised, the door was partially opened, allowing me to slip inside without being noticed. I stood for a moment, admiring the scene before me. Deana's tight ass flexed and moved as she rode my father's face. Dad's large hands gripped her hips, pulling Deana onto his mouth tightly. As I watched, my stepmother crested again, screaming her satisfaction to the skies as she did.

Deana looked over her shoulder sexily before grinning and winking at me. "Your treat's here, Eric," she cooed seductively. "If you're a good boy and don't cum until after she has, I'll let you fuck my ass as she eats my cunt."

My dad groaned, "Hmm," as he lashed my stepmother's clit. Taking that as a hint, I climbed onto the bed and swung a leg over his prone body. Reaching behind me, I lined Dad's cock up with my dripping cum hole and lowered myself onto it.

Despite being a bigger girl, my pussy is relatively small and extremely tight. After reading Kate's stories, I'd even begun doing my Kegel exercises again. Dad groaned as my exceptionally tight, blazingly hot and wet cunt enveloped his twat destroyer. With Dad being a little bigger and wider than my husband, it was a delight I enjoyed enormously.

Once my father's cock bottomed out inside me, I reached around Deana's body and cupped her tiny tits. Then, riding my dad, I pinched and twisted my stepmother's tiny, conical nipples as I kissed and tongued where her neck met her shoulders.

"Gawd!" Dad groaned as my tight cock pocket slid deliciously up and down his rigid pole. Enjoying the illicit thrill of fucking my father immensely, I gripped his cock with my pussy muscles as tightly as I could and increased the speed of my gyrations.

Deana came again before sliding off Dad's mouth. Her body remained between Dad's face and me, blocking me from his view. She looked lovingly down at him before smiling and saying, "How's that pussy on your cock? Is it as tight and hot as I thought it would be?"

"It feels fucking fantastic," my dad groaned as he started thrusting up to meet my downward plunges.

"Is she wet for you?" Deana queried.

"Very!" Dad confirmed.

"Good. Are you going to fill her slut cunt with cum? Would you like to fuck my ass as I eat your cum from her fuck hole?"

Hearing my stepmother's crude description of what she would do and what she wanted to have happen threw me off the edge of my climax, and squealing, I orgasmed on my dad's enormous cock. Dad heard my climax and promptly unloaded into my soaking cum receptacle.

Deana waited until Dad was past the point of no return before rolling off and letting my father see who was riding him. "Venture!" He exclaimed as I milked his shaft with my pussy muscles. "Gawd, girl! You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this!"

"Tell me how long you've wanted to as I clean your cock for you," I giggled as I moved off my father's wilting cock and took him into my mouth.

Holding my head as he thrust into my mouth, his softening cock quickly returning to rigidness, Dad said, "Ever since you came to live with us, your stepmother has described how beautiful, sexy and desirable you were, and she speculated how good it would be to fuck you together."

"Hmm, naughty, incestuous daddy," I hummed, briefly letting his now stiff cock out of my mouth. Then, I grinned and added, "Did I hear something about my stepmother eating your cum out of my dripping cunt as you fucked her ass?"

"Get Deana's ass ready for me," Dad insisted.

Anal wasn't something I'd done very often, so I wasn't sure how to proceed, but I figured that opening an ass wouldn't be much different than opening a pussy, something I had to do regularly before childbirth to prevent sex from hurting. Holding my stepmother's ass cheeks apart, I tentatively sniffed her chocolate star. To my surprise, it smelt clean and only a little musky from her pussy fluids leaking down there.

"Gawd, Sara," Deana moaned as I rimmed her dark fuck hole with my tongue's tip.

I jumped as my father's lips surrounded my puffy nipple, and he lashed it with his tongue. I moaned into my stepmother's ass before working a wet finger into her back passage. Deana's ring opened and accepted that easily, so I added a second and third digit. Next, I forced my fingers apart, widening Deana's gape until I was sure she could readily accept my father's cock.

"She's ready," I panted, regretting that Dad's mouth would leave my aching nipples.

Deana moved onto her hands and knees, looking back over her shoulder sexily, waiting for Dad to fuck her tight ass. I watched as my father's rampantly erect cock and large balls loomed over my face. To help Deana out, I gobbled Dad's cock down, eliciting a surprised grunt. Satisfied my stepmother and father were as ready as possible to fuck, I grabbed my dad's cock and guided it onto Deana's rosebud. Deana pushed back, and I gasped as Dad's cock opened her dark cum hole and slid inside.