It's Still Happening/Chapter One
It's Still Happening
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Chapter One
“Hmmm, You don’t know how thirsty I’ve been today,” Jess mumbled around a mouthful of my cock.
“I’m glad you’re finally getting your drink,” I managed to moan while I gripped the chair cushion, “I’ve been hard for the last hour thinking of this very moment.”
She plunged her mouth down on me and brushed the head against her back teeth, and then she did her slow suck all of the way out until… oh, gawd, here it comes… and it felt like a lorrie smashed into me. When she popped me out of her mouth, my cork popped and a long rope of goo strung itself from the top of her head down to her puckered little lips. Then she gobbled me down her throat and swallowed so the rest went straight down to her tummy.
I used a flannel to mop up her face and reigned little kisses across her nose, down to her slimy lips and whispered, “You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Sit up here in my lap so I can cool down that hot fanny of yours.”
She climbed into my lap with her skirt hitched and that sweet, juicy little morsel between her legs yawned its sopping mouth open, ready for a little finger poke. I dipped my three digits into the slippery mouth and twisted them up into her tube but didn’t make it very far before she jerked, fell forward and pressed her face into my shoulder while the first waves of orgasm washed over her.
After she sucked me, it didn’t take much to bring her off and a lot of times, just the sensation of my semen blasting into her mouth would do the trick. We both liked the position we were in because I could watch my fingers while they worked their magic on her tiny box. The visual stimulation alone put the bone back in my pants and inevitably led to a healthy shag over the arm of my chair.
It was nicer this way too, because she could have her drink and at least one orgasm before we fucked. It took the edge off of both of us and gave me a little more staying power. It also meant that she could experience many more orgasms while I plowed her fertile little patch of ground before I planted my seed.
“Guess who’s coming for a sleep over this weekend?” She prompted.
“Do I know them?”
“Intimately. You have one guess.”
“Randie,” I offered because she was my first thought and the least shy of the bunch.
“Wrong! It’s Heather.”
“Mousy little hide in-the-corner and behind-the-sofa, Heather?”
“The very same.”
“Why her?”
“She asked me because she likes you, but the rest is a surprise.”
I did underestimate the girl at the last sleep over. However, I must compliment the nice mouth on her and she certainly knew how to use it. It wouldn’t be right for me to say more, but I believe she sucks as good as Jess… maybe a teeny bit better. It’s evident that she’s had plenty of practice.
“I won’t press you but I am surprised,” I offered.
Heather is what I would call a mousy girl. Long pointed, pixie nose, long mousy blonde hair down to middle of her back and giant, bluish grey eyes that twinkled. I noticed them especially because she used them to advantage while she gazed into mine while she sucked me. Altogether, she was very slight; about five feet nothing and maybe eighty pounds with her clothes soaking wet. A strong gust of wind could bowl her over. However, I was very curious about the blow jobs though. Like I said, it’s obvious that she’s very experienced.
After supper while Sandy and I shared a brandy, she continued with her story while Jess clung to me, with my arm around her and her head on my shoulder.
“After that first time in the bath, I couldn’t get enough and demanded that father lick me after every bath. That was fine for awhile, but he suggested a better way to do it. He would give me a little lick after he dried me, but came to my room after mum was asleep and he really licked me good then. It felt so much better lying back in the bed with my legs splayed on his shoulders as wide as they would go.
After a few times, I discovered that I could have multiple orgasms. After about a month, I was up to five of them in a row and a lot of times, I would fall asleep after one. Father took a flannel with him and enjoyed good wank while he licked me. I wanted to watch him, but the licking he gave me was more important.
Then, I was introduced to the pleasures of anal. I had trouble going over the peak one time and he poked a finger into my bum hole. That triggered the mother of all orgasms for me up to that point and I made sure he licked me with a finger up my bum from then on.
One finger was good for awhile, but then I wanted two. That was fine for awhile but soon I wasn’t satisfied until he put three fingers in. After that, I wanted them longer and deeper so he suggested, “We should try my cock which is much longer than my fingers. That way both of us can feel good at the same time,” he assured me.
It didn’t sound like a bad idea. I wanted something bigger that would go deeper inside and was quickly sold on the idea. The next night, he worked plenty of petrolatum jelly into my bum hole and then coated his cock and laid on his back. He had me hover over him, wedged himself in until he popped through my sphincter before I bore my weight down.
The mushroom popped right in and maybe an inch before it started to hurt and I pulled away. After it eased up, I climbed back onboard and when I bore my weight down, over half of his cock slid inside me. It felt really big in there and hurt bit at first, but when I loosened up, the rest slipped in until I sank down to his thighs.
I felt stuffed, but good. He let me relax and stretch a bit, before he had me get on my knees with my bum in the air, and then with one push, slid all of the way back inside. It felt so good I thought I would have an orgasm, but didn’t. That came shortly after he started pumping.
He took long, slow strokes that made my little button sing, and then he took my hand and showed me how to rub it while he buggered my arse. The first orgasm hit me so hard, I fell into the bed, so he followed me down and continued to pound himself into my bottom. It was the best feeling in the world for me up until that time. I don’t know how many orgasms I had, but after he filled me, he carried me to the loo and sat me on the bowl so I could squeeze it out.
The next morning, my bum hole was a bit tender and he put some salve on it that helped a lot. But that evening, I felt totally mended and begged him to do it again, and he did. It just got better and better and even though he continued to lick me before I went to sleep, it was usually followed by a brisk arse shag.”
I was so hard by the time Sandy paused the story, Jess had already taken me out of my trousers and gave me a nice hand job. He mum budged over close to us and gave her daughter, actually me, a little helping hand with the hard problem she tried to tackle. Of course, I didn’t mind the extra help.
Then Sandy looked me in the eyes while she lapped up the juice on the tip of my slobbering cock. Jess gave her a strange look before she dipped her head down and sucked the plum into her mouth. My fingernails dug into sofa cushions because I knew what came next; which hopefully wasn’t me… at least not yet.
Sandy then stuffed me into her gullet and the contractions in her throat when she swallowed made my hips jump and stuffed me further down her neck. She choked a little and pulled away, and when Jess did the same, I had to call time. Whew, that was so close.
“You girls are going to have to let me cool down a bit. Sandy, tell us some more of your story and Jess, let’s keep it slow. I almost lost it just then.”
“What if we wanted you to lose it, Charles?” Sandy taunted.
“You almost got your wish but I would rather listen to more of your story… first.”
“Oh, well, if I must. Where did I stop off?”
“The lick and brisk arse shagging before you went to sleep,” I answered.
“I liked it a lot. It was like the best thing that ever happened to me and I begged father to do it every chance we got. The baths continued unabated in somewhat the same fashion, except for a little buggery thrown in for good measure. He would shag my bum good before the bath and then again before I went to sleep.
After awhile, I even got him to do it before he took me to classes and I dreamed of a way we could sneak away at dinner time at school.
I confided some of this to my friend Cindy, who was a year older than me and a year ahead in school. She didn’t seem surprised but wanted to hear what I had done. Then she dropped the bomb when she told me, ‘Father does it to me in the front and the rear.’
‘How do you do it in the front?’ I asked her.
‘In the fanny hole. You do know what that is?’ She queried.
I’m afraid I didn’t. All of this was new to me. So, she took me to the toilets, latched us in a stall and showed me her fanny hole. It wasn’t very big but I could see all of the way up inside her and wondered how something as big as father’s prick could fit in there.
‘It stretches out when he puts it in me and is so much better than in the bottom,’ she assured me.
‘Better than in the bottom?’ I asked myself, ‘How is that possible?’
It was the very best in my bottom but I needed to ask father about using the hole in front. I was such a glutton by then, I wouldn’t have minded if it got even better.
‘Sandy, that’s ridiculous. You are too small in front and there’s no way I’m going hurt you.’
‘But, Cindy can do it and she’s only a year older than me.’
‘I can’t speak for the girl. She’s probably a lot more developed than you are.’
‘Can’t we try? I know it will fit.’
‘Listen to me, it won’t fit you daft girl,’ he scolded me.
I had to resign myself to defeat for the meanwhile until either I got bigger, or father would relent and at least try. For the time being, the prospect seemed hopeless.
One Saturday while mum was away visiting her sister, I stripped off my nightdress and climbed naked into bed with father while he was still asleep. He usually just wore his boxer pants unless it was very cold, and when I pulled the duvet down, his thing was so hard it twitched and I decided to experiment.
Since I had never had a good look at his willy up close, I did some inspection. I fished him through the flies and was amazed at how huge he was. It did fit in my bottom though, but what about the front?
I noticed his thing was crying and a big tear had formed on the tip. So, I dipped my finger in and pulled away a long sticky string of it. It was really slippy stuff like his other juice but was clear. It didn’t have a smell when I sniffed it but there was a scent from lower down. So, I sniffed down to this big hairy bag and found that it cam from there.
The hairy bag was interesting, so I ran my fingers over it and something moved around inside. It was like the bag had two giant marbles in it or more like eggs. So, I moved them around and decided they were eggs but then father woke up.
He wasn’t mad, but he scared me when he asked, ‘What are you doing down there, girl?’
‘Nothing,’ which was my boilerplate reply.
‘Crawl up here and give me kiss,’ he demanded.
It was like no other kiss he had ever given me and was so hot, my fanny itched and tingled. We kissed and kissed, and then he pulled his shorts down and wedged his cock into my fanny split. That felt really good so I climbed up and rested my hands on his chest while I hunched myself against his thing. The more I hunched the better it felt and it was even better when I did it fast.
Then, he grabbed my hips and groaned, ‘Here it comes, Sandy,’ and long, thick, white ropes of his juice shot across his body and up to his chin. That was the most wicked thing ever. I rubbed his slippy juice into his chest and belly and he pulled me down for another kiss and told me, ‘You can’t imagine how much I love you.’
I told him, ‘I love you too, father. You always make me feel so good.’
After that, I took a lot of long, hard rides on father’s prick and they were always mutually rewarding.”
“Wow!” I exclaimed, “Can I interest you two lovely ladies in a brisk, but meaningful shag? The story was so hot I’m ready to do the both of you.”
Sandy looked at Jess and asked, “Well, I’m up for it. How about you?”
Surprisingly, Jess told us, “You go first mum. I want see him do you.”
“Will miracles never cease?” Sandy asked, “I will leave some for you cause I want to see him do you too… up close and very personal. Help me strip him. It’s more fun if he’s naked.” --- edit Having two girls rip your clothes off was almost as enjoyable as fucking… well, not quite. The way they tossed them all over the room would make it a task to find them all. Since all that Sandy wore was a light dress, it was gone in an instant and then she climbed on top and buried my pole in her swampy little snatch.
It was a good thing that she went first. If it was Jess, the girl would have sapped me dry in three minutes or less. So, I held her bum cheeks while she took me for a hard ride.
Her story still left me with a number of unanswered questions about her relationship with her father. I had recently learned that she was only twenty four. That means she was up the duff at eleven and gave birth to Jess when she was probably twelve. She was extremely young when she gave birth. That was something that would raise a lot of eyebrows and cause questions to be asked in a small community. But, I believed she would eventually talk about it. Meanwhile, I strongly believed it was all meant to be and I fucked them both senseless that evening.
End Chapter One
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