At 26 yrs old I've just finished the last year of my bachelors of fine arts and I'm flying back home to spend the summer with my F@ther, Step-m0ther and my Step-s|ster. I haven't been back since I left for school at the age of 22, preferring to stay in residence and work through the summers to pay down my student loans. When I left 4 years ago my d@d had just moved Carla and her d@ughter Vanessa into our house, after dating her for about 3 months. I remember catching my first glimpse of Carla and her d@ughter, Carla's ample bosom held my gaze riveted for a long moment as I thought`No wonder D@... Continue»
Vanessa Smith listened incredulously to the words coming from her father's mouth. They seemed so surreal and unbelievable that they immediately sent a frenzy of self-argumentative thoughts careening through her mind.
"You're going to be our entertainment tonight," he had said. "Our little toy."
He spoke these words while one hand held her bicep, the fingers wrapped around her arm with just enough pressure to let her know she shouldn't move, his other hand cupping her cheek, turning her face up toward his. He stared into her eyes as he spoke, his pupils inches from hers, filled with an intensity that covered any lack of conviction she might imagine in his voice. Not that there was any. Not from Keith Smith, a man use to giving orders that were seldom questioned. A man who had spent most of his adult life demanding things and getting them.
Meeting her father's gaze Vanessa felt a combination of emotions surge through her. Mixed in with the uncertainty over what was occurring were sparks of excitement, apprehension and fear. All of this caused her body to tremble slightly, her knees to weaken.
She was a beautiful young woman, just eighteen years old, fresh out of high school and still troubling over what she would be doing with her life. Although college was an option she had decided to take a year off from school before attending, and so was looking for something to fill the time. That was why she was at her father's now, and available for the drama being played out. Her parents had split several years prior, their successful careers making it difficult for them to make the marriage work. Vanessa grew up in her mother's house, visiting her father on the other side of the state regularly. During those visits they had never really gotten close, he was always busy and she'd been a typical teenager, rebellious and more interested in clothes and boys than her father's world. But now, three months after graduation, she had come to see if he could get her a job.
"Nothing elaborate, Daddy," she'd told him. "Just something that might help me figure out what I want to do."
"I'll see what I can find," he'd assured her.
That had been on her first day there, two days previous in reality, but what was rapidly turning into an unimaginable time frame in the world he was taking her to. They had been in his office on the house's first floor on that day, Keith sitting behind his massive desk covered by folders, charts and documents, Vanessa standing in front of the furniture piece, her long legs reaching out from beneath the short denim skirt she wore, her large breasts straining her tight tee-shirt. She had thought on that day that she had felt her father's eyes rolling over her slim body, but had brushed it off as a figment of her imagination, telling herself that he wouldn't do that.
"Thanks, Daddy," she'd smiled, her face radiating with happiness.
She always felt like "Daddy's little girl" when around him and this time was no different. After the discussion in his office she'd taken her bags up to her room on the second floor and gotten settled in.
Her father's house had five bedrooms, only two of them without a private bath, and a large in-ground pool out back. Ever since Mr. Smith had purchased it Vanessa had her own room, her daddy allowing her to decorate it anyway she wanted, which meant it had experienced several changes over the years. Right now it was in a transitional stage between that of a high school girl and a college student. Posters of male actors and rock stars covered the pink and white striped walls. Her bed was covered by a soft pink spread with a few frilly throw pillows laying at the head.
Between that first day and now, when he held her cornered in her room, the two had spent very little time together. Just like always he was constantly busy, on the go, and simply tossed her the occasional greeting on his way out.
But then tonight.
This completely unexpected turn of events. This change in the way her father was talking to her . . . And the way he was looking at her.
As he stood towering over her his eyes slipped from their grasp of hers to slide down to where her breasts stood out, straining the material of yet another t-shirt. Underneath the garment the pair of fleshy mounds were encased in a bra, its outline evident. As his eyes stared at her chest, rising and falling slightly with her breathing, she felt a mixture of emotions once more roll through her.
She knew who he meant by "us," that was obvious. His buddy, John Larson, was standing only feet away watching the two as they worked through these first moments of the surreal experience. He had come over to the Smith house for a business dinner with her father, after which the two had adjourned to the living room for drinks and further discussion. That was where she'd found them upon her return from a shopping expedition, one that had turned into a fruitless effort to find just the right pair of shoes for a new dress she'd purchased. Politely she had stopped to chat with the two of them for a few minutes before excusing herself and disappearing down the hall to her room. During those minutes she had sensed at least one set of eyes rolling over her again and again, taking in the curves her tight jeans and t-shirt displayed so readily. Then, when she walked away, she felt them locking onto her small ass, tightly encased in the denim. Instinctively she swayed with a slight accent, a move that not only made her ass swing nicely but also caused her flowing brown hair to swish and sway.
Although she somehow understood she was wrong, she did manage to convince herself that it was only John's ogling attentions she sensed and that her father was not guilty of the mental undressing going on.
But now she knew how wrong she had been.
Less than thirty minutes had passed when a tapping on her door made her turn down the stereo and open it. That was when Keith stepped in, pushing her back easily with his determined stride and opening the way for John to follow.
"Da- Daddy?" She whispered, finding her voice finally after hearing his plans.
"That's right, Baby," his eyes rose from her chest to lock with hers once again. "We're all gonna have some fun tonight and you're gonna be the center of attention."
"Bu- But . . . Daddy," she whispered, her voice shaky with her disbelief.
"You heard me," he smirked. "Now go take a shower. We want you fresh."
With these words her father released his grip on her and took a step back. For a moment, one filled by thick tension, they became frozen in place then. Taking a deep breath Vanessa leaned back against the wall, her eyes rolling between the two men and filled with uncertainty. She saw the hungry little smirks they wore, recognized the lust filled glare of their eyes as they studied her body. Reflexively she felt her eyes drop until she was glancing between their crotches, gauging the bulges hidden within their pants. Realizing what she was doing she felt a shockwave of shame race through her and tried to scold herself but found herself unsatisfied with her own reprimands. Still frozen in place, her body resting against the wall's support, her eyes rose back up to look at their faces from beneath the loose strands of tresses which had slipped across her face. She recognized that several different thoughts were bouncing around inside her mind, each of them trying to find its way to the forefront to make itself dominate, but none were quite able to accomplish this. Inside her body, various emotions were mimicking the thoughts.
"Shower," her father's voice suddenly filled her ears.
The authority it carried jerked her body into action and she stepped away from the wall. On shaky legs she moved toward the bathroom. In a near trance-like state she pulled her t-shirt over her head as she walked. Tossing the garment to the floor she reflexively shook her hair out, the long tresses swishing softly. As she reached behind her to undo the bra she caught a reflection in the mirror. In it she saw her father and John standing behind her, their smiles widening as they watched her. The sight of them sent a hot shiver running along her nerves, one that blew hot air across the embers buried within her loins. She felt the coals warming, felt them being kindled into glowing redness and for a second she froze again, the realization of her body's reaction causing her a moment's concern. But then she saw the smile on her father's face beginning to turn into a scowl and knew she better keep going. Pushing the thoughts about what was happening and how it was affecting her away she unhooked her bra. Moments later it joined her shirt on the floor and was soon joined also by her jeans and panties. This last piece of clothing she kind of jerked off quickly and tossed aside as she dove through the bathroom door and headed for the shower, the sense of the two men watching her embarrassing her.
Stepping into the shower she soon stood under the hot water's massaging spray, feeling it cascade over her body. After a couple minutes the soothing sensation of it began to wash away some of her concerns and she nearly forgot what was happening. As she rinsed her hair, the water making the long tresses turn dark, thick and heavy, her mind began to work its way through the shock and surprise.
'What am I doing?' She thought. 'And what is Daddy doing? Where did this come from? What made him think he could get away with it? That she would go along with it?'
These were the first thoughts her mind was able to recognize, the ones born of society's taboos. But they were soon shoved aside. Other, less proper and shy ones, rose up to make themselves acknowledged.
These ones were not so much concerned as to why it was happening, but more with what, in particular, would happen. Would the two men take turns with her, one of them finishing before the other stepped up? Or would they alternate back and forth? Would they only penetrate her pussy? Or would they use her in other ways too?
Standing under the spraying water, her hand running a soapy washcloth over her body, she was suddenly struck by images of their crotches. Images she had collected earlier. Although she had not realized it at the time she now understood that she must have taken a few mental snapshots of these things in the living room since those she'd collected in her bedroom were not the only ones she could remember. The images flashing though her mind's eye caused the embers of her loins to heat up more, she felt her body grow warmer under the shower's spray, felt her nerves tingle with a surge of excitement.
This all brought with it a new emotion, one she had not felt, or at least recognized, until that very moment. One of shame. She could not stop admonishing herself for the growing desire she knew she was feeling at the thought of sl**ping with her own father. Not only him, but him and another man at the same time. How could she feel any excitement at such a prospect?
Silently scolding herself she turned a little beneath the shower and that was when she became aware of her audience.
The shower had a frosted glass door, one that did little more than blur the view in either direction, and both her father and John were standing at the bathroom door watching her shower. Somehow she had remained completely oblivious to them until that very moment and the shock of seeing them standing their caused her to freeze in place, the soapy washcloth pressed under one breast where she had been scrubbing.
Vanessa could not make out any definitions through the steam and water coated glass but she could tell they were there. Slowly her hand slid down from beneath her breast, running the washcloth across her stomach and toward her crotch. Why she did this she had no idea, only that it felt like what she should do. As she reached between her legs she rubbed across her clit and felt a jolt of both surprise and passion shoot through her as she realized the little nub was sensitized by the warmth coursing through her body. This in turn made her take in a sharp breath and close her eyes, a mixture of shame and excitement rolling through her with the other emotions.
All of this caused her to feel extremely embarrassed once again and as she felt the color rising to her cheeks she jerked her back to the men. She finished showering like this, facing away from the door and those standing beyond and while she was acutely aware that this provided them with a steady view of her round ass cheeks she felt that to be better than having to see them herself.
During the rest of the shower, which actually only lasted another few minutes, she struggled with the combination of thoughts flittering through her mind. The clarity of what was transpiring, of what her father expected, of what he had told her would happen, brought with it more shame and embarrassment. This understanding of the inappropriateness of it all caused her to briefly consider ignoring her father and his friend. She toyed with the idea of getting out of the shower and telling them both to "Shove it" before packing a bag and leaving.
While she toyed with these ideas she knew she would not act upon them. The memory of her father's burning eyes and the f***e of his words coupled by the heated sensation of his hands on her arm and cheek made her knees grow weak even now. With this came a heating of her bl**d and she knew that she was not going to do anything other than what he had told her, no matter how taboo or strange it might be.
When she shut off the water and stepped out she was surprised to see that the men were no longer standing in the doorway. Toweling herself dry she wondered where they might have gone. She tried to hear them but the only sound to reach her ears was the turned down stereo in her room. Curious, she stepped out into her room while working her long hair with the towel, her naked body being cooled by the air.
"Very nice," John commented as she stepped into view.
The two men had not retreated very far. They were standing in her room holding drinks and waiting for her to appear. Seeing them she once again froze in place, her hair clasped between the folds of the towel where she had been working the tresses through.
"Go ahead and get your hair dried," her father encouraged her after a second.
Turning around she put her back to them and reached for her hair dryer. As she flicked it on she saw the men behind her in the mirror, saw their eyes roving up and down her legs and ass. During the next few minutes, while she dried her hair, she felt her knees weakening and her breathing grow labored. She couldn't stop herself from checking herself out in the mirror.
Her face was radiating with a glow, its freshness clean with no make-up. Her eyes sparkled with a strange, excited uneasiness. Her soft lips were nearly frozen in a shaky little smile that she could neither firm up nor make disappear. Further down, her breasts stood out from her chest. Light areolas topping their milky flesh, her nipples stiffening from the cool air caressing them. Between her legs, just barely visible due to her stance, a small patch of pussy fur sat atop her slit. Below it her labia lay, full and curving further down to disappear between her legs.
Once done drying her hair she stepped toward the men. As she took those few steps she felt herself growing hesitant, felt her mind telling her to stop the process of what was happening. But she couldn't listen to it and instead walked to a point a few feet in front of the two men where her father indicated she should stop.
"That's my good girl," he said, smirking openly.
Vanessa tried to meet his gaze but found that she couldn't. Diverting her eyes from his she then tried to meet John's but was unable to manage that as well. While she stood before them, feeling their eyes rove over her again and again, her own eyes became downcast, looking toward the floor. However they did not quite reach that far down and she soon realized she was staring at the set of crotches before her. A wave of hunger rolled through her as she saw the outlines of the men's stiffening cocks beneath their clothing.
Still, she was made to stand there before them, completely exposed, her naked body being eaten alive by their starving eyes. Pieces of her hair fell to cover her downcast face. Unable to lift her arms from her sides she left it alone. Nervously she shifted her feet a couple times.
"Get on the bed," her father said after a few more minutes. "Lay on your back."
Shivers ran down along her spine and her heart leapt within her chest.
"Da- Daddy?" She whispered, looking up toward him through the tops of her eyes.
From behind the lengths of hair obstructing her sight she saw him smirk even wider. Off to the side she heard John inhale heavily.
"Go on, be a good girl and get on your bed," Keith said then.
Again the shivers raced though her.
She found it difficult but did manage to f***e herself into moving. On wobbly legs she made the short journey to her bed and laid down, her head nestled into the lacy throw pillows.
The two men stepped up next to the bed to tower over her. She lay with her legs open just a little, her tits rolling on her chest, nipples growing stiffer with each passing second. Again she tried to meet their gazes and again she failed. This time though she managed to divert her eyes away from their crotches after only a brief second, rolling them to the side and closing her lids. Although she tried to deny it she felt the embers of her loins growing red hot with passion as the scenario played itself out.
"Now be a good little girl for us and play with your tits," her father said.
In the darkness behind her closed lids Vanessa heard her father's instructions. Within seconds, unable to stop herself, she felt her hands slowly move toward her chest. Her mind roared with thoughts from earlier, thoughts about the taboo of what was happening and how wrong it was. Still she could not help feeling a wave of tingles spark along her nerves as her fingers began to lightly trace themselves across her breasts.
Back and forth her fingers slid, gently caressing her flesh. They dipped downward then rolled back up. Over and over her tits they traced. Small, delicate lines being drawn, nails gently scratching. She felt the nerves being lit by her touch, felt them sparking hotter and hotter as delicious waves rolled through her.
Keeping her eyes closed, her face turned away, she listened to the men's breathing growing heavier above her. She knew they were watching her, knew they were enjoying her laying there playing with her tits. Against her own will this thought, coupled by the attentions of her fingers, made her loins grow hotter as well, the embers deep inside of her flaring up in flame, their heat starting to burn with her passion. Her own breathing grew heavier, her lips parted slightly so that she could pant past them, her tongue slipping out to lick them.
At some point her fingers glided across her milky mounds to caress her nipples, now hard and standing erect. The feel of this sent a blast of hot air across the flames and they roared higher. In her chest she felt her heart race as well.
"Da- Daddy?" She whispered without realizing it.
"That's a good girl," he whispered back.
"Oohhh Daddy," she panted, hearing his words.
Her hands shifted then, they moved into place so that they could cup her tits, cup and squeeze them, their pliant flesh being molded under the pressure. Taking her nipples between her fingers she tugged on them.
"Oooohhhhh Daddy," she panted, hot sparks shooting through her body from the hardened nubs.
The events were definitely having their effects on Vanessa. She felt her pussy growing hot, felt her own juices flowing to dampen it and felt her clit swelling, throbbing for attention. Her legs shifted upon the bed, spreading open a little further and allowing cool air to brush across part of her heated sex and her puffy labia.
She continued to massage her tits, cupping and squeezing them. She grabbed her swollen nipples and tweaked them, rolling the throbbing nubs between thumb and forefinger.
"Yea, that's a good girl," her father said, his words heavy with lust.
Turning her head she lifted her lids partway so that she could see him. He stood watching her, watching her hands and her body, his eyes filled with hunger. At his crotch she saw the outline of his erect cock, saw it pressing at his pants. This sight sent a shiver coursing though her, one that added even more fuel to the flames burning inside her loins.
Beside her father she saw John, an almost identical vision.
From beneath her heavy lids she watched them watch her, watched them take in the way her hands were massaging her breasts, watched their eyes slide down every so often to look at her wetting pussy. Neither of them moved to touch her yet, instead simply standing there watching, devouring the show she was giving them with her body.
"Reach down and play with your pussy," her father whispered. "Play with your sweet little pussy for us."
Although her mind still heard the thoughts concerning the wrongness of their actions, hearing these words come from her daddy's mouth while she lay there massaging her tits made Vanessa's entire body ache. She sucked in a heavy breath as bolts of electricity shot along her nerves. One of her legs slid out, spreading herself open even further.
Without hesitation one of her hands slid away from her breasts. While the other continuing to cup and squeeze a tit this hand reached downward, fingers heavy atop her flesh as they moved down across her abdomen. For a brief second she felt the little hairs that made up the patch of pussy fur then her fingers reached past it and rubbed across her clit. The swollen nub pulsed as she made contact with it, sending thousands of electrical sparks shooting through her. Inside her loins the flames roared higher, fanned by the sensation. Her entire body tensed for a brief moment as she rubbed her aching clit. Then she reached down further, her fingers pressing in between her labia, rubbing against her slit and searching out her opening.
She lay there, atop the pink bedspread, panting through partially open lips. Her long hair a shower of tresses surrounding her head as it was cradled upon the lacy pillows. From beneath heavy lids she looked up at the two men watching her, her eyes burning with the heat that filled her loins mixed with the doubts and worries over what was happening. One hand held a breast, fingers squeezing, palm rubbing the milky mound of flesh. Her other hand lay between her now widely spread legs, palm pressing against her clit, fingers sliding up and down along her slit between her puffy lips which glistened slightly with her juices.
"That's a good girl," her father said. "Such a good little girl."
"Oooohhhhhh," his words made her body shiver with excitement.
Her fingers rubbed at her opening and she was surprised to find it already gaping, spreading itself in hungry anticipation. She massaged the edges of it, felt her juices coating her fingers.
"Damn she's hot," John hissed, his voice as laden with lust as her father's
For the next few minutes they watched her play with her own pussy, watched her rub at her opening, her fingers dipping inside of herself and her palm pressing at her clit. They watched her do this and she watched their cocks throb beneath their clothing. In her mind Vanessa realized all that was happening while continuing to hear the words of taboo which her logical thoughts continued to echo. She recognized it was wrong for her to be laying there playing with herself for her father, letting him see her finger her own pussy while she stared hungrily at his hidden cock. But at the same time she understood that her body didn't seem to care. It was becoming hungrier and hungrier, the lust burning inside of her flaring with an intensity she had never felt before. Her fingers dove deeper into herself, rubbed and pushed at her cunt as her legs spread even further and bent at the knees. The hand on her tit squeezed the fleshy mound with more passion, her fingers tweaking the hard, throbbing nipple atop it.
"Here you go Baby, use this," her father's voice surprised her.
With a jerk Vanessa realized that she had become completely lost in the passions of her body. Although she had been aware of her surroundings and the things occurring, she had forgotten that the men were actual participants in it, as if they were somehow merely observers.
Lifting her eyes from John's crotch, where they had been riveted on the throbbing, hidden cock, she saw what her father had meant. In his hands he held a deep red dildo shaped like a real cock. He was offering it to her, holding it out a couple feet away from him. She never thought to wonder where the toy had come from, her mind only able to respond to the hungry excitement surging through her body at the sight of it.
Unwilling to remove her fingers from her wet pussy she reached out with the hand that was massaging her tit. On her chest the fleshy mound rolled with its release, quivering and rippling, the hard nipple swaying atop it. Taking the toy from her father she wrapped her fingers around it and lowered it toward her sex. Shifting upon the bed so that she could line it up and feed it to herself she now was f***ed to remove her juice coated fingers. But within seconds she had the tip of the dildo pressing against her opening and began applying pressure. As the head spread her open and slipped inside of her she whimpered. Her feet settled against the bed and she raised her hips up to feed herself to the stiff toy even as she pushed it inside of herself.
"That's a good girl," her father said.
"Oooohhhhhhh Daddy," she moaned as the dildo filled her pussy and she ground it into herself. "Ooohhhh God Daddy."
"Yea, that's my sweet little girl," he encouraged her.
With the filling of her cunt she felt an orgasm start to become manifested within her, felt the first itching of it swirling through her body. Using both hands to hold the dildo just right she ground it into herself, her hips grinding back. Her eyes closed and her head lulled to one side. Past her open lips she panted, her chest rising and falling rapidly. After a couple of seconds she withdrew the dildo partway then pushed it back into herself. This was the start of a rapidly increasing fucking she was to give herself. As the hunger inside of her grew, the orgasm crawling closer and closer to its release, she pumped the toy in and out of her cunt, rocking her hips with her hands so that she was rhythmically fucking herself. Upon her neck her head rolled back and forth, loose strands of hair swirling with her as beads of sweat began to appear all over her flesh. Her bottom lip fell open further as she gasped and panted. Her muscles began to tense.
"Yes, fuck yourself for us, Baby. Fuck yourself for daddy."
His words caused the creeping orgasm to leap forward, caused it to nearly explode, the heat of them and their meaning sending shockwaves of lust coursing through her. But they also reminded her of the taboo being broken, of what she had been raised to believe was wrong and right, and so the orgasm screeched to a sudden halt just short of explosion.
Meanwhile her body was not slowing or hesitating. Her hips rocked, her ass jumping off the bed to stuff her pussy along the dildo her hands were pumping in and out of it. Her juices were flowing freely and the toy glistened with every extraction. Her labia, fat with desire, shined as well. The twisting and rocking of her body caused her tits to roll and sway, swollen nipples riding proudly atop them. Her eyes closed tighter, her head nearly snapping from side to side as her hair swirled around it.
"Yes, fuck yourself for daddy. Fuck your sweet little pussy while Daddy watches. Oh, you're so wet. So hot. So fucking hot Baby."
Vanessa felt the orgasm teetering on the very brink of release, felt it hanging back by a mere breath. Her ass rose higher, her hands shoved the dildo into herself, rammed it into her pussy with ferocious f***e.
"Daddy's little slut."
Suddenly the orgasm came crashing forward, blasting ahead with tidal f***e. It shot through her, exploding along every nerve and fiber of her body. Glaring rockets exploded in her mind. Her entire body tightened, muscles clenching. Her back arched up off the bed as she crammed the dildo as far into herself as she could and ground herself against it. Wetness flowed from her pussy, juices seeping out around the fake cock filling her and running down along the crack of her ass. Her head snapped to one side, her neck stretched back.
"Oooohhhhh Daddy! Oooooohhhhhhhh Daddy!" She moaned.
As explosion after explosion racked her body and mind she squirmed and jerked on the bed, back arching up, legs straining. She ground her hips and hands together, rubbing the dildo around inside of her wet pussy.
"Ooooooohhhhhhhhhh Goooodddddddddd Daddy!"
Moments later, as the orgasm started to fade, Vanessa's body began to relax and drop back to the bed. She felt the wetness of her juices on her hands where she held the dildo stuffed into her pussy, felt the sweat that coated her flesh.
And she felt something else too.
The bed was shifting. Something was climbing onto it, up near her head.
Still in the fog the torrential orgasm had filled her mind with she turned to see what it was. Opening her eyes she saw a stiff cock approaching her face, a set of thighs rising up behind it from the knees that were on the bed. Reflexively she felt her tongue slide across her lips, felt it caress the nerve endings and spark a resurgence of the hunger inside her body. A hand brushed across her cheek and moved some loose hairs away from her face, the fingers being filled by her tresses and holding them back while tugging gently at her scalp.
As the cock grew ever nearer she lifted her eyes to see which of the men was about to feed her mouth his hard cock. Towering above her she saw her father smiling down.
"Suck Daddy's cock, Baby," he said.
Suddenly the worries and concerns over the taboo of this event came flooding back to her, overpowering her hunger for a moment and causing her to question what she was allowing to happen. Images of everything filled her. Images of her laying there with a dildo buried inside her pussy, her hands instinctively moving it around as aftershocks of the orgasm rolled along her nerves. Images of how she had just finished fucking herself with that dildo while her father and his friend watched. Images of her father's stiff cock dangling so near her face as he prepared to feed it past her lips.
"But Daddy . . ." she whispered hesitantly.
"Now now, Baby," he grinned. "Be a good girl and suck your daddy's cock."
With these words he used the hold he had in her hair to push her face toward his crotch even as his hips dropped toward her. Reflexively Vanessa released the dildo with one hand and brought it up to grab the cock heading toward her mouth, her fingers wrapping themselves around its base. The lust and passion filling her washed a lot of the bothersome thoughts away as she struck out her tongue to lick the head of her father's cock. The taste of precum assaulted her as she did and she felt a fan blow hot air across the still burning flames within her loins. But even this was not enough to remove all of the concerns and her vision grew blurry as her eyes became wet with tears, the realization of just how far across the taboo line this whole experience was taking her causing her some sadness. When she looked back up at her father's face it was distorted by the tears, but she could still see the lust and glee filling his features.
She rolled her tongue over the head of his cock a few times before placing her lips against the very tip. Holding herself still for a moment she waited, eyes turned up to him, watching him, questioning him. He didn't fail to understand. With a widening grin he applied pressure to both her head and his hips.
"God yes, suck it Baby," he said as the head of his cock parted her lips and slid along them.
Vanessa heard her father's words and felt a blast of hunger fill her with their sound. She felt his cock sliding along her lips, felt the ridges brushing along the nerves as her mouth was filled by the taste of it. He continued to feed her it until her lips met the fingers she had wrapped around it then he froze and held her there, forcing her to become accustomed to it and suck.
"Mmmmmmmmm," she heard herself moan as he did this.
She gripped at it, squeezed the circular shaft with her fingers, and tugged ever so slightly at its base while sucking on the part filling her mouth, rolling her tongue over it. She continued to stare up at him, watching his face through tear filled eyes as he watched her sucking on his cock.
The positioning and feeding her of his cock had caused her other hand to stop moving and it lay between her legs simply holding the dildo inside of her for the moment. But now she started to move the toy around once again as she responded to the hunger sucking her father's cock resurrected. As he slowly pulled back, removing a couple inches of the hard flesh from her mouth, then pushed forward again, she felt her body ache with desire and she pumped the dildo into herself.
"That's my good girl," her father said as he pulled back then pushed forward once more. "Suck Daddy's cock."
Obeying his wishes she sucked on the flesh as it was fed to her. She squeezed the base with her hand, rolled her tongue over the part in her mouth, and struggled to continue staring up at him. She didn't know why but she wanted to watch his face as he fucked her mouth, wanted to see his happiness as she sucked his cock. Because of this her legs, which had relaxed and fallen to lay upon the bed, once again bent and spread themselves, her feet finding position upon the mattress and shifting her body to better accommodate their two desires.
"That's it Baby, suck Daddy's cock. Suck it while John puts his cock inside your pussy."
This statement made Vanessa experience yet another mixture of emotions. She had forgotten about her father's friend for the moment and his reminding her made her also remember the additional taboos they were breaking, which added to her sadness. At the same time her body definitely wanted to feel a real live cock filling her pussy, the dildo had its uses but nothing could match the feel of a stiff flesh and bl**d cock.
With these emotions rolling through her she jerked her eyes to one side. Through her tears she saw John approaching the bed, he had obviously stepped back a few feet to undress, and then climbing onto it. Automatically Vanessa pulled the toy from her cunt, leaving it fall to the side she brought her now empty hand up to lay against her father's thigh.
"Mmmmm," she whimpered as her pussy was emptied.
Between her spread legs she felt John's weight, felt his hands being laid on her thighs and then felt them slide upwards. She felt his fingers and thumbs brushing her flesh near her sex and felt her body react as the fires of passion roared back into fullness within her loins.
"Mmmmmmm," she whimpered again, her hips jerking slightly beneath the man's touch.
At her head her father had started to rhythmically fuck her, rocking his hips as he held her head in place, sliding inches of his cock in and out of her mouth, along her lips. He did this at a slow, deliberate pace smiling as he felt her sucking on him.
Seconds later she felt John's weight move into position and the head of his cock brush along her slit, the tip parting her swollen lips and pressing toward her opening. Her cunt was wet from the passion filling it, her juices having coated it and making her flesh glisten as they mixed with the sweat coating her body. John wasted no time in dropping his hips against her and driving the full length of his cock deep inside her pussy.
Nearly simultaneously her father shoved his own hips forward, this time the action was hard enough to f***e her to move a couple of her fingers and take more of his cock into her mouth. The duel penetration made her entire body quiver with a mini explosion of lust. Upon her chest her tits swayed heavily and her muscles tensed for a brief moment.
Laying on her bed, her body coated with sweat, Vanessa was soon being rhythmically fucked by the two men.
John's cock slid in and out of her pussy, the walls of which clamped tightly around the shaft. His hips pumped up and down, driving the length of him into her with each forward thrust. Her father continued to hold her head as his hips also rocked, these ones effectively fucking her mouth like it was another pussy.
Her own hips bounced upon the bed, awkwardly trying to match John, the additional penetration she was receiving making this difficult. She struggled to maintain her suction upon her father's cock as well. Her fingers wrapped around the base of it pulled and squeezed, milking him toward climax. The hand on his thigh clenched, her nails lightly scratching his flesh.
"Mmmmm, mmmm, mmmmm," she whimpered.
Her body was on fire, her loins boiling with lust as she was dually penetrated, the two cocks fucking her making her whimper and moan with the ache deep inside of her. She quickly felt another orgasm start to form, felt it building inside of her and flow through her body towards eruption.
"Oh yes. Look at my little girl, sucking her daddy's cock while she's being fucked in the pussy. Look at her with two cocks fucking her."
His words added fuel to her fires. Her hips jerked beneath John as she slammed herself up at his descending cock. Her face dove toward her father's crotch as she loosened more of her fingers and took another inch of his cock into her mouth.
Above her she heard both men chuckle happily at her actions. She felt them increase the f***e of their fucking, their cocks starting to drive into her with increased ferocity.
"Oh yes. Yes," her father panted. "Look at her. Look at her taking two cocks at once. Being our little slut. Suck Daddy's cock while he fucks you, Baby. Oh yes."
Vanessa thought about her father's words, thought about the two men she was pleasing with her body, the two men using her body to please themselves. She thought about how it was wrong for her to be sucking her father's cock, hungrily drawing at it to taste his hot cum spray into her mouth. And how it was wrong for him to be watching her fucking another man, seeing her pussy penetrated again and again by John's stiff cock. She felt her orgasm reach the edge of release, felt it growing larger even as it teetered there, unable to explode and unwilling to retreat. She raised her eyes once again to look at her father's face. She saw him smiling down at her as he watched his own cock disappearing then reappearing from between her lips. Saw his eyes roll down along her body, over her swaying tits to where John was between her spread legs and watch his friend's rigid cock pump in and out of her glistening pussy. A couple of stray tears then slipped from her eyes and rolled down across her cheek.
"Mmmmmmmm," she cried.
"Oh hell yes," her father suddenly groaned as his eyes came back up to her face.
The grip he held on her hair suddenly tightened and he f***ed her head to remain in place. Vanessa knew he was about to explode inside her mouth. Sucking hard she prepared for the load that she would soon be made to swallow. Simultaneously his hips jerked before her then froze. His cock throbbed once . . . twice . . . and then a jet of semen shot into her mouth as his cock twitched.
"Mmmmmmm," she whimpered hungrily as his cock jerked again and a second shot sprayed inside her.
"Ooohhh yeessss," her father groaned, his fingers growing even tighter in her hair.
While his cock continued to jerk and spray shot after shot of warm semen down her throat John's thrusting rapidly grew hungrier. These things made Vanessa's orgasm feel as though it would explode at any second, excited anticipation of it serving to make her even needier of its release. Her pussy clenched tightly at John's pistoning cock, gripping it to bring his climax closer as well. Her body jerked upon the bed, her hips trying to fuck him back, the rest of her simply trying to quiver and squirm excitedly. Moments later, as she swallowed the last of her father's cum, she felt John tensing, felt him drive his cock into her a couple of times with extreme f***e then he froze atop her, his cock buried as deep inside of her as possible, his hips grinding against her. With the first shot of his semen into her pussy her orgasm blasted into full existence, sending thunderbolts of electricity rocketing through her body. Her body clenched, her muscles snapping tightly, her back jerking off the bed as she crammed herself at him. Her head fell backwards, jerking her mouth from around her father's cock even as her fingers squeezed its base with unbridled f***e.
"Ooooooohhhhhhh Daaaaaaaaddddddyyyyy!" She cried out, her mouth falling open.
Her body jerked and jumped upon the bed, muscles twitching under sweat soaked skin. Her eyes clamped tightly shut, her head snapping upon her neck, loose strands of hair flying freely about. She humped and ground herself against John as his cock jerked inside of her, spraying shots of hot semen as he groaned above her.
"Ooooohhhhhhhh Goooooooodddddddd Daaaaddddyyyyyyyyyyyy!"
She jerked at his cock, her hand acting without her knowledge, pulling a couple lingering drops of cum from its tip.
The orgasm exploded through her, massive waves of pleasure crashing along her nerves, skyrockets filling her mind. She twisted and jerked, whimpered and moaned.
She was still twisting and panting when John finished cumming, the last of his semen shooting into her. He remained buried inside of her, grinding his hips into her as she did hers into him. Her head snapped back and forth a couple of times, her breathing ragged and heavy, eyelids slowly loosening. Minutes later she collapsed back onto the bed, gasping for air, her body coated with sweat, her crotch glistening with her juices. It took her a minute to open her eyes and look up at the two men who had just fucked her so. They remained towering over her, one's cock slowly slipping from the clasp of her pussy, the other's softening even in the grasp of her fingers.
"Did I do good Daddy?" she whispered.
"Oh yes, Baby," he smiled down at her. "And in a little bit we'll all have some more fun."
Vanessa felt a surge of excitement roll through her tired body as she listened to these words.