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Melissa opened her eyes into total darkness and for one terrifying moment she feared that she'd actually gone blind. Then, as the fog of sleep cleared somewhat from her brain, she heard her mother's soft snore beside her and realized that she was nestled safely and comfortingly under her mother's arm, her head lying atop the older woman's large, firm breast. With a sigh of contentment, Melissa was about to drop back off into slumber, her body still tingling and feeling rubbery from the massive set of orgasms she now recalled. But then another urgent need made itself known. With a small, inner smile, she hoisted her leg up over her mother's plump thigh and pissed long and hard onto her parent's body.
"Hey, you finally awake?" she heard Stephanie whisper from the other side of her mother.
"Uh, yeah, just going pee," she whispered back, stifling a giggle at how bizzare that once would have sounded. "How long was I out? And where are the guys?" she asked.
"Uh, gee, a few hours," Stephanie answered after raising her head to look at the bedside clock. "It's after three now. The guys went off to sleep together in their room, which is sweet. Are you okay?" she pressed.
"Uh, I think so," Melissa replied, still whispering softly above her mother's snoring. She reached down with her hands and felt around her cunt and ass. "Fuck!" she swore, "I'm still gaping wide open!"
"Does it hurt?" Stephanie asked, her tone full of concern.
"No, funny enough, it doesn't," Melissa replied. "Maybe it will later, but other than everything being so wide open I can feel cold air from the outside getting in there – which is the weirdest feeling! I think I'm okay."
"Okay, good. Try to go back to sleep, lover," Stephanie urged. "I'm just going to pee, too, and do the same."
"Let me feel it," Melissa urged, stretching out her arm across her mother's legs.
"Okay," Stephanie giggled softly, taking Melissa's hand and guiding it in between her legs. Shortly, Melissa felt warm liquid covering her hand and held it there until the flow had ceased.
"Thanks, my love," Melissa whispered as she pulled her hand back and licked the acrid juices from her fingers. "Sleep well. I love you."
"You, too," Stephanie replied.
With one final, incredulous exploration of her completely open anus and vagina, Melissa allowed herself to drift back into a dreamless slumber.
Melissa's sleep was shattered by the insistent buzzing of the alarm clock.
"Ohhh, God!" she heard her mother groan. "Already?" She felt her mother shift her body and reach across Stephanie to shut off the annoying racket, but Stephanie was already there. "Oh, thanks, my love," she told the dark haired girl. "Alright, ladies, as much as I would love nothing more than to lay about all morning with you fucking ourselves silly, we have to get moving. Come on, up, up, up!" she commanded.
Stephanie blearily opened her eyes and muttured cheerfully, "Well, that sucks." She eased herself out of the bed and glanced back at Melissa and her mother. "So...how are your holes this morning?" she asked curiously.
"Plenty sore," Margaret admitted as she rose to her feet and shot a ruefull look at Melissa. "I'll be squeezing them shut as hard as I can all day to try to get them recovered enough they'll stay closed by themselves again."
"Does that help?" Melissa asked interestedly.
"It did the last time," her mother informed her. "You'd probably better wear a pad today and bring along a spare pair of panties in your purse in case of accidents. I sure will."
"Good advice," Melissa nodded gratefully. She looked down at the sheets on the bed wonderingly. "God! The sheets are still all soaking wet. Good thing I was so out of it I didn't even notice while I was sleeping."
"Yes, they are," her mother agreed, looking pleased. "And it does seem like you girls kept contributing all through the night," she added with a mischievous smile.
"Uh, yeah, at least once for me," Melissa grinned. "I didn't figure you'd mind. And Steph did too, the one time I woke up. She pissed into my hand so I could taste it," she added with a naughty giggle.
"Hmm, sounds nice," her mother replied with eyebrows raised in keen interest. "I'm sorry I slept through that."
"Well, you probably needed the sleep," Melissa responded. "You want me to strip the sheets and get them going in the washing machine?" she offered.
"Oh, that would be great!" her mother replied with gratitude. "And please make sure the boys are awake and heading to the shower before you go downstairs. Stephanie, would you mind helping me remake the bed before we shower?"
"No, I don't mind," Stephanie murmured, giving the older redheaded woman such a smoky look that Margaret visibly swallowed.
"Oh, my love," Margaret sighed, "You make me feel all fluttery inside when you look at me like that. Unfortunately, we'll barely have time to make each other come once in the shower if we're going to get out of the house on time. Plus, Melissa and I need to shave, too."
"Oh, I would love to help you with that!" the dark haired girl blurted eagerly.
"Fine," Margaret murmured throatily. She called out to Melissa, who had already pulled the bedding and was heading out the door, "Thanks for doing that, love. And please turn on the coffee maker when you're downstairs. I'm definitely going to need a big cup this morning."
"Sure thing, Mom!" Melissa called back over her shoulder before poking her head in the open door of Keith's room. She smiled as she saw that not only were both boys fully awake but were passionately kissing, writhing erotically in each other's arms as their fingers stroked and teased each other's very hard cocks. "Morning, guys!" she said loudly, making both the boys start and look up guiltily. "Hey, don't mind me," Melissa murmured appreciatively. "That looks so beautiful and hotter than hell, besides. But Mom says we all only have time for one come each and we all need to shower. So you'd better finish up what you've started in there. I'm taking sheets down to wash," she added. "You need those done, too?" she asked, gesturing at their bed.
"Naw, we didn't do anything but sleep," Keith confessed. "We were both way too beat for sex – at least until this morning," he added with a lustful look at Brad. "Speaking of sex, how are you and, uh..." he trailed off self-consciously.
"My gaping holes, you mean?" his sister supplied with a droll expression. "Definitely sore," she confessed, "Though not as wide open as they were when I woke up in the middle of the night. I could actually feel cold air blowing into me from the outside. It was a really strange feeling!"
"That does sound weird," Brad nodded sympathetically. "Are you gonna' be okay today?"
"Yeah, I think so," Melissa nodded, grateful at her boyfriend's soliticousness. "Mom already coached me on how to deal with it. Well," she announced brightly, "Gotta' go get these downstairs. I'll see you in the shower. Steph already volunteered to shave Mom's cunt so you guys can flip a coin over who gets to shave mine," she added with a wicked grin.
Both boys simultaneously blurted, "Me!" and then looked at each other and laughed.
"Go for it, little brother," Keith graciously conceded. "There'll be plenty of other times."
"Thanks, lover," Brad replied, giving Keith such an adoring smile that Melissa chuckled indulgently.
"See you soon," she said over her shoulder as she departed the room and headed down to the kitchen with her armload of wet, odiferous sheets.
After Melissa had loaded the washing machine and started it cycling as well as turning on the coffee maker, she padded back upstairs, reveling anew in the delightfully naughty feeling of being able to walk around the house in the nude. She expected that sooner or later the novelty would wear off but for now it still added just a little tingle of sexy excitement to each moment. She reached the bathroom door at the same moment as her mother and Stephanie and could tell by the gleam in both their eyes as well as their flushed cheeks that they had taken a few erotic liberties with each other beyond simply making the bed, and she grinned at both of them knowingly. Stephanie shrugged with a completely unrepentant smile and they all stepped into the steaming bathroom where the sounds of the shower running were already being surpassed by obscene grunts from behind the shower curtain.
Melissa's mother pulled aside the curtain at one end and the all eagerly peered in to behold Keith enthusiastically buggering Brad's accommodating asshole while he jerked Brad's cock in front. "Got room for someone else on that nice, hard prick?" Melissa called out as she stepped into the tub.
"Oh, God, yes!" Brad cried, and Melissa immediately wormed her way past them to bend over in front of Brad in wanton invitation. "You want me in your ass or your pussy?" he asked, already panting heavily.
"This morning there's definitely plenty of room in both," Melissa grimaced. "Take your pick. Or alternate between them," she suggested, looking back at Brad impishly. She noted that her mother and Stephanie had squeezed into the tub as well behind Keith and were already kissing ardently, their fingers busy between each other's legs.
"Damn! Really?" Brad gulped. "You mean it?"
"Hey, if you can manage it, why not?" Melissa snorted with amusement and then gasped as Brad, without preamble, slid his soap-slick hard-on easily up Melissa's asshole. "Okay, that feels nice, love," she advised. "Just take it a little easy, okay? It really is kind of sore."
"No problem," Brad murmured, beginning a slow rhythm of thrusting in and out of her still distended anus. "You want me to try your pussy now?" he asked huskily.
"Whenever you'd like, love," Melissa moaned. "Surprise me." She relaxed and just focused on the feeling of her boyfriend filling up her rectum, a feeling that was feeling more and more pleasurable the longer he pumped in and out of her. Suddenly, he pulled out and, with only one mis-start, plunged his cock deeply into her ravaged cunt hole. "Ohhhh! Oh, God, that went in so easily," she marveled. "Feels nice, though," she added encouragingly, then groaned loudly when she felt one of Brad's hands work around her front and into her vulva, quickly locating her rapidly swelling clit, and slowly stroking it. "Ohhhh! God, yes! That's perfect, love. Can you reach one of my tits, too, and still keep your balance?" she asked breathlessly.
"I think so," Brad murmured. "Yep, no problem," he confirmed after managing to cup one of the pendulous breasts hanging down as Melissa was bent forward, her head resting on the end of the shower wall for support.
"Ahhhh!" Melissa sighed with pleasure, "That's perfect, baby. Now fuck me good while my brother fucks you and let's all come together!" she urged.
Brad needed no further encouragement and began to thrust steadily in and out of Melissa, first in her vagina and then her asshole and back again. Melissa was moaning and gasping continuously with erotic bliss now. She could tell by the loud panting and gasping from behind her that her mother and Stephanie were progressing nicely towards climaxes as well.
For several minutes everyone concentrated on their lewd activities. Melissa felt Brad gradually speeding up and suspected that was being driven as much by Keith as he continued to plow into Brad's pubescent anus, but she was starting to feel the sensous tingles of rapidly rising sexual excitement herself as well, enough that she called out, "Okay, my love, I'm starting to get there. Give it to me harder and faster now, and go to town on my clit! Hoh! Oh, God! Oh, God! Yes! Just like that! Fuck me, baby! Yeah! Ohhhh! God! Faster! You're doing it! You're gonna' make me come! Keep- haagggghhh! Keep fingering my clit- unngghhhh! Just like that! Ohhhhh! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck me, Brad! Fuck me hard and make me come! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! Here it comes! Oh, fuck! It's- haaggghh! It's starting! I'm- aaaggggghhh! I'm coming! I'm- haaagggggghhhhhhh!" she roared hoarsely as the orgasm slammed into her, erupting from her cunt where she could feel Brad's cock jerking spasmodically as he filled her pussy with his lovely jism and shooting electric sparks up and down the length of her plump and shuddering body. She could hear Keith grunting now, too, and knew he was emptying himself into Brad's rectum. The thought of that triggered another climax, and she reached down to seize Brad's hand to pull it gently away from her rhythmically throbbing clit. She didn't want to have to deal with blacking out this morning.
As Melissa's orgasms finally receded, she heard her mother and Stephanie both yowling like wounded cats and knew that they were making each other come as well. For a long moment she just held her position, bent over with Brad's gradually withering dick inside her cunt, before finally straightening up and turning around to kiss Brad soundly and wetly, then pushing her face past Brad's head to kiss her brother as well. "Thank you, my loves," she murmured when her tongue pulled back out of Keith's mouth. "That was the perfect start to the day."
"I couldn't agree more," she heard her mother call from behind Keith. "But now we've got to get focused on getting washed and shaved. Unless anyone has to piss?" she asked hopefully.
"I've been holding it just for you, Mom," Melissa grinned, and everyone else acknowledged much the same. "Okay, Mom, sit down and get your extra special shower!" she commanded. Her mother wasted no time scrambling to the floor of the tub amid the naked bodies of the four young people and tipped her head back, her eyes scrunched shut, and her mouth open expectantly.
"I don't know, Mel, you think she's really ready?" Keith asked drolly.
"Don't tease," his mother implored him, still squeezing her eyes tightly shut. "You know how bad I want this!"
Without waiting for a response, Melissa arched her back so her pussy was directly over her mother's head and, with a relieved sigh, let her bladder empty onto the waiting woman's head, shoulders, and breasts. The others quickly followed suit, the boys carefully aiming as much as they could into Margaret's wide-open mouth, while Stephanie and Melissa simply let their piss splash wherever it would.
Margaret gulped the salty, yellow liquid down as fast as she could, moaning softly with acute arousal all the while. She began to rub the warm pee all over her body and was just starting to slip her fingers into her pussy between her spread legs when Melissa cleared her throat. "Uh, Mom? Didn't you say we needed to get washed and shaved?"
Her mother looked up with a guilty start and blushed furiously. "I can't help it!" she protested. "I just turn into a total slut whenever I get around any of you, and all of you together are too much for me to resist!" But she did heave herself to her feet and self-consciously took the bar of soap from the holder and began to run it over Keith's body.
The rest of the shower time proceeded uneventfully, at least until Stephanie began to lick Margaret's newly shaved pussy and Brad did the same to Melissa. Both redheads quickly began to moan and gasp with pleasure and this time it was Keith who had to remind them of their other obligations. Melissa and her mother both rose with as dignified expressions as they could muster, but their eyes continued to gleam with erotic arousal, even as they all left the tub, toweled each other off, and went to their separate rooms to dress.
Breakfast was quiet and pleasant, with everyone simply eating and savoring each other's company and, after her mother confirmed that Melissa had stowed the extra pair of panties and that both girls had taken their birth control pills, it was soon time to head out the door. Keith went with their mother to be dropped off at the high school on her way to work, while Melissa walked between Stephanie and Brad on their way to school. Brad held her hand and Melissa had to consciously squelch the overpowering urge to take Stephanie's hand as well.
Stephanie must have been having simiar feelings because she murmured in an annoyed tone, "Back to the real world. Or maybe the fake world, since making love to all of you at home is what feels real to me, not school and all of this," and she gestured with her hand to encompass the sky, street, and houses they were walking past.
"I know exactly what you mean," Melissa commiserated. "It's all I can do not to take your hand, too. Or kiss you, or strip off your clothes and bury my face in your pussy right here."
"Hey, that's not helping!" Brad exclaimed, self-consciously adjusting his pants to make room for a rapidly swelling erection after a quick glance around to ensure he was unobserved. "Or are you trying to get yourself all worked up to get ready for your dad this afternoon?"
"Shit!" Melissa cursed in astonishment. "I'd totally forgotten about that! Mom didn't say a thing about it before she left."
"I think she and Keith would both be just as happy if you forgot about it, too," Stephanie suggested softly.
A worried frown crossed Melissa's face. "You really think they're mad at me for wanting to do that?" she asked fretfully.
"Not mad, no," Stephanie said soothingly. "It's more like they just don't get it, you know? They're still so hurt and pissed at him, and they don't understand why you don't feel the same way."
"But you get it, right?" Melissa pressed with a pleading look.
"Oh, totally!" Stephanie laughed. "I understand that he's still your dad and you care about him even if you're mad at him for what he did. And," she added with a knowing look, "I also get that you're a horny little slut who loves the idea of getting to fuck still another man. Not to mention," and her voice dropped almost to a whisper, "I also get that learning that he molested you when you were a baby not only doesn't disgust you, it turns you on like crazy!" She nodded smugly. "So yeah, I totally get it."
Melissa felt herself blushing furiously and looked over at Brad for some help, but his expression clearly indicated that he was trying mightily to keep from laughing out loud. Finally Melissa sighed, "Yeah, you do know me too well, Steph. Okay, well, now that I've been reminded, I guess I'd really better work on tightening up my holes again, or I might not even be able to feel him inside me!" and she frowned with concentration all through the remaining walk to the school, clenching and releasing her anus and vaginal sphincter as much as she could. Stephanie and her brother wisely kept silent for the rest of the way.
Throughout the school day, Melissa kept working at reversing the damage to her ravaged orifices and was amused to realize that her teachers all thought she was paying them singularly rapt attention. But as the final period of classes arrived, time seemed to slow to a crawl for the plump, curvaceous seventh grader. Stephanie kept shooting her knowing looks and waggling her eyebrows suggestively, which didn't help the growing nervousness in the pit of Melissa's guts. Now that she was fully committed to spending the afternoon fucking her father, all kinds of worrisome fantasies began to play out in her twelve year old mind, ranging from him simply not showing up and leaving her abandoned at the curb to kidnapping her and spiriting her away into some foreign country.
By the time the final bell rang, Melissa had worked herself up into a fine state of agitation, and it took a couple minutes of soothing conversation with Stephanie on their way to the girl's rest room to get her back to a semblance of calm. In the bathroom, they entered adjoining stalls. Understanding that Melissa was, as usual, planning to remove her bra and panties before going home, Stephanie whispered – very softly, as there were other girls in the bathroom, "You want me to take your extra stuff home?" and reached a hand under the lower edge of the stall.
"Uh, yeah, thanks," Melissa whispered back, handing her brassiere and panties under the wall to Stephanie. "Kind of like the first time, huh?" she giggled.
"Shhh!" Stephanie hissed warningly, and Melissa subsided, pulling her outer clothing back on and smoothing it down before stepping out of the stall. Stephanie looked her up and down appraisingly. "Hmm," she nodded, "Better put your jacket on until you get in your dad's car. You can see your tits perfectly through that blouse now. But your dad will love it," she predicted with a mischievous grin.
"Yeah, he probably will," Melissa agreed, feeling her arousal already starting to mount at the thought. "Okay, here goes nothing," she murmured, pulling on her jacket and heading out the door with Stephanie trailing behind.
Stephanie followed at a discreet distance as they left the school building and walked out to the street. Melissa scanned the line of cars waiting to pick up the emerging students anxiously, uncertainty growing until she finally spotted her father's car parked unobtrusively on the opposite side of the street. "There he is," she said quietly to Stephanie, indicating his position with a subtle gesture of her head.
Stephanie studied the man in the car intently for a moment as if memorizing his features in case there were any problems later before nodding, "Good luck, my love. I hope it turns out like you want."
"I hope so, too," Melissa smiled weakly. "Give my love to everyone else and I'll see you by eight. And I promise I'll tell you everything!" she asserted.
"You'd better," Stephanie murmured. "Now get going. Make him happy!" she commanded impishly.
Shaking her head at her girlfriend's audacity, Melissa waved to her father to indicate she'd seen him and carefully made her way across the street through the slow-moving traffic. When she reached her father's car, he leaned across the seat to open the passenger door for her.
"Hi, Dad," Melissa greeted him with a cheery nonchalance she didn't feel, deliberately bending low into the car to give him an eyeful of her precociously immense breasts as she removed her jacket and tossed it, along with her school knapsack, into the back seat. As she plopped down into the seat and began to fasten her seatbelt, her nostrils filled with the strong aroma of pizza. She glanced back and saw a pizza box on the back seat. "Decided you didn't want to waste any time getting food once you had me in your clutches, huh?" she asked with a knowing gleam in her eye.
"Uh, no," he admitted, "But it sounded like you didn't want to wait to start, uh..."
"Fucking you?" Melissa supplied archly.
"Yeah, that," her father admitted, looking discomfited.
"You still have a problem saying that around me?" she teased him. "You sure didn't seem to have any problem actually doing it last week, did you?"
"Well, neither did you!" he blurted in protest.
"I didn't say I did," she retorted mildly. "I also don't have any problem saying it. So, say it, Dad. Do you want to fuck me?"
"God, yes! You know I do!" he exclaimed loudly.
"Then say it!" Melissa demanded, growing frustrated with her father's obtuseness. "Say it out loud! Say you want to fuck me in every one of my holes!"
Her father gulped visibly. "Shit! You mean that?" he blurted, his voice already thickening with rising lust.
"Maybe," she replied, raising her eyebrows archly. "But only if you actually tell me that's what you want."
"Oh, God, Melissa! I do! I do!" he answered hastily. "I do want to fuck you in all of your holes!"
"Good," she murmured, turning forward again with a satisfied smile. "Now that that's settled, maybe we should get over to your place as fast as we legally can so we can get started." As added incentive, she began to slowly undo the top buttons of her blouse, revealing the creamy, rounded globes of her cleavage to her father's lewd ogling.
"Fuckin' ay!" he murmured, hurriedly starting the car and pulling out onto the street, continuing to steal sideways glances at his daughter's increasingly revealed, overdeveloped breasts. For her part, Melissa slid low onto the seat to take herself out of the view of casual observers and finished undoing her blouse, letting it fall open to either side and baring her upper body completely. Her father sucked in his breath and tentatively reached out one hand to touch Melissa's tits.
"That's better," she murmured as she pulled his hand firmly against her full, naked boob and encouraged him to massage and caress it. "See? Nice things happen when you're not such a chicken."
"Uh, okay," her father answered, shooting her an uncertain look. "I, well, I'm not sure what the rules are here and I really don't want to mess anything up. Again," he muttered, almost to himself.
"Well, I'm glad you're finally thinking about the consequences of your actions, Dad," Melissa responded seriously. "But the rules are really pretty simple. Stay away from Mom and Keith. Don't come nearer to our house than the street, and then only to pick me up or drop me off. Keep catching up on the support payments you owe. And as far as the rules for sex, you can do just about anything you want with or to me that we both enjoy. And just so you know, I'm definitely not into people who use sex as a power trip. You know, trying to hurt them, humiliate them, tie them up, that sort of shit. And even there, I've got a few exceptions," she admitted with a wry expression, "Since I actually do get really turned on by having my nipples bitten, pretty hard, too, especially when I'm coming. So now you know," she concluded, silently hoping she wasn't exposing herself to future issues. "Any problems with any of that?"
"No, no, not at all," her father whispered hoarsely, barely able to keep his eyes focused on the road instead of Melissa's large, milky mammaries. "You really like getting fucked in your ass?" he asked with blatant pruient interest.
"I sure do!" Melissa laughed throatily. "Almost as much as taking it in my pussy. And yes, I love sucking cock and swallowing a guy's come, too."
"Shit! Shit!" her father shook his head, a silly grin starting to spread all over his face. "Your boyfriend is a really lucky guy. I hope he knows that."
"Oh, he does, for sure," his daughter replied smugly before continuing with a mischievous look, "Of course, he's really into my tits more than anything else. Maybe, if you still have anything left after you've fucked me in my mouth, my cunt, and my ass, I'll let you fuck me between my tits and shoot your come all over my face. My boyfriend totally loves that."
"Ha! No shit!" her father snorted, "I can definitely see why," he added, stealing another long look at her bare bosom before wrenching his eyes back to the road and nodding, "Yeah, I would definitely love that, too."
"Well, that'll give you some incentive to keep your strength up," Melissa giggled. She glanced down at her father's lap and saw that his cock was so swollen it was pushing up tightly against the material of his pants. She daringly reached over and stroked the engorged member through his trousers with her fingernails, making him gasp and moan loudly.
"Ohhh, Daddy!" Melissa cooed in a deliberately childish voice, "I think your poor weenie has gotten all hard and doesn't have any more room in your pants. I'd better let him out to play!"
Her father's moans increased loudly as Melissa deftly unzipped his pants and pulled his small but very stiff erection free where it jutted up into the air, purple and throbbing. "Hmm, no underwear," Melissa murmured with pleasure, "Good man. Underwear does really get in the way of fucking, don't you think?" She began to slowly run her fingers up and down the shaft of his hard cock and gently tease the engorged head.
"Uh, yeah," her father agreed, sounding as if he were having a great deal of trouble speaking. "Although," he added, shooting the bare-breasted twelve year old a sidelong glance, "Sometimes underwear can be pretty sexy, too."
"That's true," Melissa agreed with a smile, feeling her own arousal ramping up from the depraved situation and the feel of her father's fingers teasing her tits. "Would you like it if next time I wore some very sexy underwear for you to see?"
"Fuck, yeah!" he blurted. "Sorry about the language," he quickly added, starting to pant with sexual excitement.
"Dad!" Melissa shook her head in astonishment. "If you haven't figured it out by now, `fuck' isn't a bad word with me; it's a very good word, so you go right ahead and say it as much as you want. And do it as much as you want, too," she giggled in a smoky voice. "And if there's anything else that turns you on, let me know, okay? I love learning how to please you."
"Damn!" he murmured. "It's a deal. And did you mean it? About there being a next time, I mean?" he asked in a soft voice.
"Sure, Dad," Melissa nodded, her head now in her father's lap with her lips almost touching his small, hard dick. "As long as you stick to the rules. I think," she added in a more serious tone, "That if you do and Mom's cool with it, I'd like to see you every month. We could make a regular date of it."
"Not more often than that?" he replied in a somewhat whiny tone.
"Nope," she replied firmly. "First, I don't want you to start taking me for granted. And I don't want to be the only way you get your sexual jollies, either. You need to get out and meet other women, too. Remember, I already have a boyfriend and I'll be spending most of my time with him. And also, that will give you some incentive to keep up with the support payments to Mom from now on. As soon as your check arrives every month, I'll call you, and we'll make a date, okay?"
"Yeah, okay, I get it," he muttured disgruntledly. "I don't suppose there's any chance you could spend the night any of those times, is there?" he added hopefully.
"Sure, Dad, like I already told you," Melissa said firmly, raising her head from her father's lap to look him in the eye, "As soon as you catch up completely with what you owe Mom, I'll spend the whole weekend with you. But not before that," she declared in a voice that brooked no objections.
"But, shit! That's like forty-thousand dollars!" he protested.
"Yep, it sure is," she agreed calmly, "And you've had all this time where you should have been paying it and just blew it off. So no, no overnights until you're all paid up," she declared. "We'll see just how much being able to fuck your sexy daughter means to you, won't we?"
"Yeah, I guess we will at that," her father mumbled, although he appeared mollified to have Melissa's commitment reaffirmed. "Uh, we're here. At my apartment complex, that is," he announced, giving one last, longing look at her pulchritude on display. "We'd better get ourselves pulled together, know what I mean?"
"For a little while," Melissa agreed with a sly grin, "But the minute we're inside your door, we are definitely going to get all pulled apart, you know what I mean?"
"Amen!" he murmured fervently as he pulled into a parking space in an open carport behind the two-story apartment building.
Melissa stuffed her father's hard, straining dick back into his pants for him and zipped them closed before she turned her attention to re-buttoning her blouse. She sat up cautiously and looked around, but there didn't seem to be anyone else in sight. "Will it be safe if I leave my jacket and pack here in the car, since I don't think I'll need them inside?" she asked.
"Uh, better bring them," her father grimaced. "This neighborhood can be kind of sketchy."
"Oh, really? Good to know," Melissa frowned.
"Yeah, I know," he nodded at her unspoken comment, "But, well, it's all I can afford. Not if I want to spend my money on, you know, more important things," he said with a meaningful look at Melissa's breasts through the semi-transparent material of her white blouse.
"Okay, that's understandable," Melissa answered approvingly. "Shall we go inside?" she asked pointedly as she retrieved her jacket and knapsack from the back seat. "Don't forget the pizza," she reminded her father. Once he had their dinner carried in one hand, Melissa followed her father to the apartment building and into a back door of a ground floor apartment.
As soon as they were through the door, Melissa glanced around quickly as her father placed the pizza box on a compact kitchen table. It appeared to be a fairly small apartment with one larger room that served as a combination living room, dining area, and kitchen. Open doors off the main room appeared to lead to a bathroom and a bedroom. Although the place had a somewhat musty odor of a man living alone and not cleaning thoroughly, she was gratified to see that her father had at least made an attempt to straighten up the place and it appeared that there were clean linens on the bed in the bedroom.
"Well, what do you think?" her father asked, noting her scrutiny.
"It'll do for what we need," she shrugged nonchalantly.
"I'm glad to hear that," her father responded, his eyes gleaming with unbridled lust now that he finally had her alone. "And you never even kissed your father hello when you got into the car," he said in a mock accusatory tone.
Melissa shot him a look under lowered eyes that she consciously copied from Stephanie, knowing the impact that look had on her, and murmured, "That's because the kind of kiss I wanted to give you wouldn't have been very appropriate right in front of the school."
Her father gulped visibly as Melissa stepped forward into the older man's embrace and their lips flowed together. Sighing deeply, Melissa allowed her father's tongue to penetrate her mouth, sucking on it sensuously and plunging her own tongue right back into his mouth. Both of them groaned with rapidly growing sexual excitement, their bodies writhing together as they kissed.
Melissa felt her father's hard-on pushing insistently into her thigh and shifted her body so that her thighs were straddling her father's and began to grind her already oozing cunt slit up and down his leg, moaning softly with pleasure as she did. She started unbuttoning her father's collared shirt and was pleased to find that he wasn't wearing an undershirt, either. She ran her hands over his nearly hairless chest and was intrigued to realize that in addition to the plumpness of the man's belly, the bit of extra fat carried up onto his chest and made his breasts nearly as large as Stephanie's, though not nearly as firm. She wondered idly if he would enjoy having his nipples sucked the way John did.
Meanwhile, her father was busily unbuttoning Stephanie's blouse, so she quickly finished undoing her father's shirt and pushing it roughly off him to land on the floor behind him. As soon as the man had completely undone her top, Melissa wriggled her shoulders to allow it to slip to the floor and her father groaned with anticipation as both hands immediately latched onto her large, smooth tits and began to enthusiastically caress them.
"Such a big girl!" he kept murmuring almost to himself as his hands roamed freely over every inch of her large, milky globes. Melissa threw herself even more passionately into her incestuous kiss, reveling in the erotic sensations her father was eliciting in her breasts. She reached down with one hand and quickly unzipped her skirt, kicking off her shoes before stepping away from her father's leg long enough to allow the skirt to fall to the floor. She returned to her previous position, now fully nude, and sliding her dripping cunt slit up and down his leg, heedless of the long, wet stain she was leaving on his trousers.
Her father took immediate advantage of his plump, curvaceous daughter's nudity to run one hand down her back and began to knead his fingers into her fleshy butt cheeks. With each new firm caress, his fingers worked closer and closer to the crack of her ass. Since Melissa had no objection whatsoever to such treatment, she moaned encouragingly past his intruding tongue in her mouth and continued pushing her crotch up and down her father's leg.
While her father was thus occupied, Melissa focused on undoing her father's belt and zipper, stepping away from his thigh long enough for his trousers to puddle on the floor around his ankles. Then it was her father's turn to groan with renewed sexual excitement as she resumed grinding her pussy against his bare thigh while her own thigh rubbed tantalizingly up and down against his stiff prick.
As soon as her father's fingers finally probed all the way into the depth of her butt crack, she groaned helplessly with erotic bliss, trying desperately to communicate with her moans and panting just how much she wanted him to push a finger (or two) up inside her asshole. When Melissa offered no resistance to his impudent probing of her ass crack, her father dared to actually push a finger directly onto her still loose anal sphincter.
This was too much for the frenzied seventh grader and she tore her lips from her father's to gasp hoarsely, "Ohhhh! God, yes! Do that, Daddy! Put your finger up my ass! Hooohhhh!" she moaned as she felt his thick digit slide easily into her rectum due both to the already distended condition of her anus and the lubrication from the sweat between her fleshy butt cheeks. "Haaggghh! I love it! I love the way you feel inside me! Do it, Dad!" she demanded thickly, "Fuck me! Fuck my ass with your finger!"
"Damn, girl, you weren't kidding about loving it up your ass, were you?" her father murmured, his own breathing coming now in heavy panting and ragged gasps.
"Huh-uh," she shook her head in confirmation, her eyes closed in erotic bliss as she reveled in the libidinous sensations from her ass, cunt, and breasts. "T- told you!" she panted. "Ohhhh, fuck, that's nice! I could- ohhh! I could take one more finger, Daddy," she urged him, "That's- haaggghhh! Yes! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!" she cried as her father finally managed to worm a second finger into her cruelly abused butthole. "Fuck! That's- oh, God! You're gonna' make me come! Hagggghhh! Fuck me! Fuck my ass hard! Fuck me and make me come! Oh! Oh! Oh! Fuuuucckkk! Almost there, Dad! I- haaggghhh! I just need you to- unnnggghh! Need to to pinch- hunnnggghhh! Pinch my nipple! Oh, God! Yes! Like that! Harder! Pinch it hard!" she screamed as she felt her father bear down on her turgid nipple between two fingers. "Fuck me! Fuck me faster! Oh, God! It's happening! It's happening! I'm- Oh, God! I'm coming! I'm coming now, Daddy! I'm- aaaiiiiiiieeeeeee!" she screamed at the top of her lungs as a gut-wrenching climax launched itself from deep within her pussy, throbbing rhythmically and shooting electric jolts of sexual bliss up and down the length of her plump, jiggling body as she clung, powerless against its onslaught, to her father's neck.
For several long moments, Melissa remained shuddering in the grip of the orgasm, but when yet another climax erupted within her, she backed her rhythmically pulsing clit off her father's leg, realizing that if she didn't, she was likely to pass out and didn't want to freak the man out before she could manage to get his cock inside her. Her climax finally receded and she held onto her father's neck as she recovered her breath, her large breasts heaving mightly, and her nipples moving up and down the man's smooth chest as they did.
"Whew!" Melissa exhaled loudly at last, stepping away from her father's body to give him a long, appreciative look before kissing him soundly and very wetly once more. "Thanks, Dad. That was incredible," she whispered as she broke off her kiss. Her father had a very odd, almost stunned look on his face. "Are you alright, Dad?" she asked with a concerned frown.
"I- I don't know how to answer that," he admitted, shaking his head in amazement. "I've never known any woman – of any age – as totally hot and sexy as you, and for a girl your age to be like this, I, well, I'm kind of in awe."
"Ohh, Daddy, that's really sweet!" his plump daughter cried, kissing him once more, though with more love than sensuality. But eventually, the feeling of her father's still raging erection pushing desperately against the front of her mons made her own sexual excitement mount up once more. "But now, I really need you inside me, Dad," she begged throatily. "Can we go to bed now so you can fuck my cunt as hard and fast as you can?"
"Uh, yeah, definitely!" he grinned, looking like he'd just won the grand prize. "I'll be there as soon as I can get these pants and my shoes off!" he promised with an obscene leer.
"Well, don't take too long, or I might start without you," she called back over her shoulder as she padded into her father's bedroom and turned down the bed.
"You would?!!" her father blurted, sounding incredulous.
"Maybe just a little bit," she called back mischievously as she lay her precociously developed twelve-year-old body out on the bed, striking a seductive pose with one hand up over her head and the other hand already working in and out of her dripping cunt crack.
The look on her father's face as he finally entered into the bedroom and beheld his daughter wantonly frigging herself as her entire, naked body lay freely exposed to his eager eyes was priceless. "Like what you see?" she asked, shooting him the smoldering looking she'd learned from Stephanie.
Her father actually swallowed audibly, seemingly unable to speak for a long moment. Finally he managed to croak, "Oh, God, Melissa! You have no idea what you do to me!"
Melissa boldly looked down at her father's small but very hard cock for a moment before her eyes rose to meet his once more. "Oh, I think I've got a pretty good idea, Daddy," she cooed. "So are you going to come over here and get on top of me so you can fuck my pussy with that nice, hard dick? Do I have to beg?" she asked, batting her eyes exaggeratedly.
"W- would you?" her father blurted.
"What? Beg?" Melissa asked, intrigued. "Would that turn you on? Oh, Daddy," she went on in an artificially high, childish voice, "Would you please, please, please lie down on top of me and shove that big, hard cock in my cunt and fuck me and fuck me and fuck me and shoot your come up into me and fill me up? Please, please? I need you inside my so bad, Daddy!" she finished. Her fingers were almost a blur between her legs now as she frigged herself harder and faster, wondering if she was going to come once more before her father could manage to tear himself out of his lust-filled daze and actually fuck her.
"You- you're masturbating!" he choked. "Right in front of me!"
"What? You've never seen a girl get herself off before?" Melissa panted, astonished despite her rapidly growing sexual arousal. She redoubled her efforts, her fingers lashing back and forth over her erect, highly sensitive clit as her free hand began to grip and twist one of her full breasts.
"N-no," her father confessed, barely able to speak, his eyes unable to leave the vision of his daughter making herself climax right there.
"Well, unnggghh!" she grunted as she felt the warning premonitions of an impending orgasm already starting to tingle, "This is how- ohh! Oh, God! How I make myself come!" And with that, she seized one of her turgid nipples between her thumb and two fingers, twisting it savagely. "Haaaahhhhh! Hoh! Hoh! Hoh!" she cried, "It's coming! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! I can't wait any more, Daddy! I need you! I need you inside me! Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me hard!" she shrieked.
Her father shook himself out of his stupor with a visible effort and practically launched himself across the bed to land on top of Melissa's ample body. Melissa instantly parted her creamy, plump thighs to accommodate him between her legs and pulled her hand out of her already throbbing cunt to rudely grab her father's erection and fiercely pull it into her cunt hole. The minute she felt the length of it fill her vagina, she folded her legs around his body and, digging her heels savagely into his hairless ass cheeks, spurred him into motion thrusting his cock in and out of her at a frenzied pace.
Within seconds, the climax that had already launched inside Melissa's cunt resurged, making her scream and writhe under her father's relentless pounding. "Haaaggghhhh! Oh, God! C- coming again!" she gasped. "Fuck! Hoh! Hoh! Hoh! Can't- hunngggghhh! Can't stop coming! `Probly gonna' pass out!" she managed to mumble between orgasmic convulsions. "'Sokay; happens all the time!" she warned before yet another climax erupted inside her and made her jerk and shudder in its grip. "Keep- hunnggghh! Keep fucking me! Haaggghhh! No matter what!" she shrieked before an even more massive orgasm slammed into her sweating, flushed body. Just as she started to hear the expected roaring in her ears, she felt her father's cock begin to jerk rhythmically inside her cunt and knew that he was filling her up with his incestuous semen. She sighed with relief and allowed herself to slip into unconsciousness.
"Melissa? Melissa?" she heard her father's voice calling her urgently, his hand gently shaking her shoulder. "Are you alright?"
The woozy twelve-year-old blinked rapidly and finally managed to grunt, "Y-yeah, I'm fine, Dad. I tried to warn you I was gonna' pass out." She looked up into his face as he propped himself above her still tingling body and felt her heart soften at the look of concern she found there. "I'm really okay, Dad. It really does happen to me all the time."
"Really?" he frowned dubiously. "That can't be good for you."
"It's fine, Dad," she said soothingly, patting the side of his face with her hand. "It just turns into ordinary sleep right away. How long was I out?"
"Almost five minutes!" he mumbled accusingly.
"Is that all?" she snorted, but smiled to take the sting off her exclamation. "Seriously, Dad, that's nothing; sometimes I can nap for hours after a good fuck like that," she grinned. "And that was a very good fuck. I could feel you coming inside me just before I blacked out. I'm glad. I like being able to make you happy," she whispered softly, her mind flashing back to Stephanie's final words to her as they parted company. "Are you happy, Daddy?" she asked in her deliberately childish tone.
"I sure am!" he blurted with a huge grin. "Now that I know you're okay. That did kind of scare me, you know," he added with a wrinkled brow.
"Well, now you know you don't have to worry. In fact, you should be really proud of yourself," Melissa smiled impishly. "My, uh, my boyfriend kind of likes it when that happens, `cause he knows he's made me come really, really hard. And you made me come really, really hard, too." She squeezed the older man's rapidly deflating prick with her vaginal muscles for emphasis and then sighed disappointedly when her action made his manhood slip out from inside her. "That's my least favorite part about fucking. It feels so incredibly good to have a cock inside me and I always hate to have to let that go."
Her father gazed down at her intently, his look a blend of loving tenderness, raw lust, and amazement. "You really are the sexiest girl I've ever known. How long did you say you'd been having sex?"
"I didn't," Melissa replied more sharply than she intended and continued in a softer tone, "But it hasn't been that long. I just kind of took to it, you know?" At that moment her stomach growled loudly. "And there's the dinner bell," she wisecracked. "I'm definitely ready for some of that pizza now. Nothing like wild and crazy fucking to work up an appetite, huh?"
"I guess you're right," her father smiled. "Shall we go to the table?"
"Actually, if you don't mind," Melissa requested, "Could you just bring the box in here? You don't mind if we eat in bed, do you? That way you can keep ogling my body, since you seem to enjoy that," she explained, shooting her father that smoldering look she'd learned from Stephanie again.
He gratifyingly swallowed visibly and mumbled, "Uh, yeah, sure, that'd be fine."
He started to push himself up off the bed when Melissa held up her hand. "Uh, before I have some pizza, I wouldn't mind an appetizer," she told him with a suggestive leer. "I've got a whole pussy full of your come that I would really love to taste. I don't suppose you'd be willing to lick it out of my pussy and spit it into my mouth so I could swallow it, would you?"
"God! No!" he blurted instantly, looking aghast.
Melissa frowned at his unexpectedly vehement reaction. She realized she'd become so accustomed to the men in her life eagerly come-swapping with her that she'd forgotten that not everyone was as sexually liberated. "What?" she asked, raising an eyebrow, "Don't tell me you've never tasted your own come before?"
Her father's nose wrinkled. "Uh, no," he said flatly.
"Really?" the plump redhead asked, somewhat amazed. "God, almost the first thing I did the minute I discovered that it felt good to poke my fingers up my cunt was to taste my own pussy juice!"
Her father perked up with libidinous interest. "And did you like it?"
"I sure did!" she laughed. "Don't you like the taste of pussy juice?"
Her father looked discomfited and finally mumbled, "Well, uh, I've never actually, you know..." he trailed off weakly.
"What??!!!" Melissa cried in astonishment. "You mean to say that a man your age has never in his life licked a pussy?"
"No, no I haven't," he replied with a dubious look.
"God, Dad!" his daughter cried, shaking her head in disbelief, "No wonder that bimbo dumped you!"
"Her name is Jen," her father grumbled truculently. "And no, we just did normal sex."
"But pussy licking is normal sex, Dad!" Melissa insisted fervently. "It's absolutely the best way to make a woman come. And what else are you supposed to do once you've already come and she still needs to come some more. Didn't Jen ever ask you to?" she pressed.
Her father looked decidedly uncomfortable with the turn of conversation and finally admitted, "Well, yeah, maybe she did. But I guess I reacted the same way I just did and she never asked me to again."
"Unbelievable," Melissa muttered, almost to herself before readdressing her father, "Well, I guess I won't insist that you taste your own come. Although my boyfriend says-"
"Does this boyfriend have a name?" her father interrupted, shooting her a pointed look.
After a moment's hesitation while Melissa turned over the possible risks of giving her father any more information than he absolutely needed, finally decided this much was okay and replied, "Brad. His name is Brad. And he says that the taste is completely different once his come and mine get mixed together – in fact, he says the taste of us together is better than either of us by itself." Her father looked skeptical, but she pushed on. "Anyway, here's how it is, Dad. If you want to keep having sex with me, you are going to learn to lick my pussy. That's final. And starting today!" she insisted, giving him a serious look.
Her father looked uncertain, clearly torn between disgust and embarrassment and his overweening lust for his daughter. "Relax, Dad," Melissa told him soothingly, "I'll teach you. And once I'm done," she promised with a wicked gleam in her eye, "No woman is ever going to want to leave you again!"
Her father's face brightened hopefully. "You mean that?"
"Absolutely," Melissa nodded firmly. "Only now," she announced as she heaved herself to her feet and knelt on the bed with one hand cupped beneath her cunt, "Since you won't help me, I'm going to help myself to your come."
Her father watched with a poleaxed expression as his seventh-grade daughter frowned with momentary effort as she clenched her vaginal walls and squeezed out a large dollop of gooey, creamy ooze into her palm. Keeping her eyes glued to her father's, Melissa unabashedly brought her hand to her mouth and began to sensuously lap the obscene fluid from her palm. Just before she finished, she dipped a finger into the remainder and pushed the glistening fingertip towards her father. "Come on, Dad," she urged throatily. "Just try it. See what we taste like together."
The older man gave a helpless look but didn't protest as she pushed the finger past his lips and placed it on his tongue. After a moment, he appeared to swirl it around in his mouth and finally shrugged, "Yeah, okay."
"Not as bad as you thought, huh?" his daughter remarked knowingly.
"No," he admitted. "I mean, the idea of it still kind of grosses me out, but no, the taste wasn't bad. It wasn't really like anything," he shrugged reluctantly, still looking stunned.
"Good for you, Daddy," she nodded proudly. "We'll make a sexy lover out of you yet! Now," she said with a significant look towards the main room, "How about some supper?"
Shaking his head at Melissa's wanton ways, the man left the room and returned a couple of minutes later balancing two sodas and some paper towels on top of the pizza box. As soon as he settled back down onto the bed and handed Melissa a slice and her soda, she wolfed it down and quickly requested another piece before either of their immediate hunger was sated enough to want to talk.
Her father took a big swallow of soda and then looked over at Melissa, letting his eyes roam uninhibitedly up and down her precociously voluptuous body. He suddenly frowned. "What?" she asked. "Something about my body you don't like?"
"Uh, no," he mumbled awkwardly with a strange look on his face. "It's just, uh, well, I just realized that you look almost exactly like your mother when we first got together."
"I see," the redhead nodded in a neutral tone. "And is that suddenly going to be a problem?"
"No, no, nothing like that!" he insisted quickly. "Just brings back memories, that's all."
"Well, as long as they just stay memories," Melissa said firmly. "You had your chance with her and blew it. So you're stuck with me now."
"Which I totally love!" he insisted, giving her body one more lingering, appreciative glance before putting the last of his second piece of pizza in his mouth and washing it down with some more soda. He looked back over at Melissa where she sat, partially propped up on the pillows at the head of the bed beside him. "I guess I shouldn't have been surprised when you wanted to taste my come just now," he said with a lewd glint in his eyes. "You loved the taste even when you were little. Not right at first," he added with a wry grimace, "But you got to the point where you couldn't wait to lick it up pretty fast."
"Yeah?" Melissa asked, keenly interested. "Tell me about having sex with me when I was a baby."
"God, saying it like that makes me sound like such a pervert," he shook his head, looking sideways at her to see if she was mad at him or not.
"You were a pervert, Dad," she pointed out matter-of-factly. "Still are. It hasn't stopped me from being just as big a pervert with you, so just accept it." She carefully wiped the grease from her hands with a paper towel and then began to run her fingers up and down the man's body, spending some time to play with his fat-swollen breasts, even teasing the nipples into erection and making him suck in his breath before insisting, "You were telling me about having sex with me when I was little. And how much I liked to swallow your come."
"Uh, yeah, well," he began after clearing his throat, "All that started once I began to get undressed and get into the tub with you when I gave you your bath. By this time, me fingering your sweet little pussy slit was a regular part of our bath routine."
"Yeah? Like this?" she murmured, pulling her father's nearby hand down between her legs and encouraging him to start fingering her pussy.
"Uh, yeah," her father grinned. "And it's nice to know you still enjoy it." His voice was already starting to thicken with renewed arousal.
"Nice to know you still remember how," Melissa giggled contentedly has her father's digits began to slither up and down her cunt slit. "You were saying? About how I learned to love the taste of your come?" she prompted.
"Yeah, well, like I said, once I got naked and into the tub with you, you thought that was really interesting, especially the way my dick would swell up the more I fingered your pussy," he went on huskily.
"Like it's starting to now," Melissa observed, slowly running a fingernail down the length of her parent's growing erection.
"Uhhh, yeah," he groaned. "Damn, that's nice!"
"Keep talking, Daddy," his daughter giggled, her breathing starting to quicken from arousal now, too.
"Fuck!" he murmured appreciatively as she wrapped her fingers around his increasingly engorged organ and began to move her hand up and down. "Well, it wasn't long before I taught you how to jerk me off while I fingered your pussy. God! The first time you made me shoot, you jumped back about a foot and wanted to know what just happened," he laughed wistfully at the memory. "I told you you were a very good little girl and you had just made your daddy feel really good, just like it made you feel good when I touched your pee-pee," he grinned. "Your mouth opened and your eyes got really big, and you wanted to know what all the white stuff was. So I told you it was special Daddy Cream, and that if you swallowed it all, it would help you grow up into a big girl faster."
"You didn't!" Melissa snorted with delight. "God, Dad, you were really bad!"
Her parent shrugged unrepentantly, appearing both relieved and pleased that his randy daughter was seeming anything but shocked or disgusted because her breathing was even heavier and the tempo of her hand up and down his cock was increasing noticeably.
"So did I? Swallow it all?" Melissa persisted, sounding completely enthralled by her father's depraved tale.
"Yeah, though you definitely didn't like it at first," he admitted with a droll look. "You made a face the first taste and almost didn't keep going. But I told you how brave you were and how much I loved to see you lick up all my Daddy Cream and how it was going to make you grow up big and sexy, and damned if you didn't put your face right back down and keep licking it. All of it," he added with almost a groan. "You even put your mouth right around the head of my dick and sucked it to get all the rest, too, and I squeezed and milked the shaft so you would get every drop. I was totally blown away," he admitted, starting to pant from sexual excitement. "I was so happy with you that once we were cleaned up and dressed, I took both you and Keith out for ice cream, which your mom gave me holy hell for that evening, but I didn't care. I was, like, floating on air!" he blurted.
"Huh! I'll bet!" Melissa grinned. "But speaking of Keith, where was he when all this was going on? I mean, was he home while you were molesting me? Didn't he have any idea?"
Her father shrugged, "Not that I could ever see. First, he was old enough then that a lot of the time he'd be playing outside in the yard with other kids in the neighborhood. And even when he was inside, he was one of those kids who always seemed to be happy amusing himself. And since we were still giving both of you baths, me being alone in the bathroom with you wasn't a big deal. So no, he never seemed to notice anything was going on. Or didn't care," he added, looking thoughtful. "Your mother was another story, but I already told you she started to get suspicious after a couple of years."
"Okay, whatever," Melissa shrugged. "I don't want to talk about my mom now," trying to make it sound as if she were uninterested when actually she wanted to steer the conversation well clear of anything where she might inadvertently let something slip. "So did I start sucking your cock after that?"
"God! Did you ever!" he chuckled throatily. "Once we started that, then you couldn't wait to get my dick in your mouth the minute we got into the tub. You could only actually fit the head in your mouth, but I showed you how to get my dick all slippery with soap and run your hands up and down it while you sucked on the head. You were always so happy when I shot my load into your mouth, and you always swallowed it all up. You even learned how to milk it afterwards to get every drop. After a week or so, you finally decided you really liked the taste and would start pestering me about getting more Daddy Cream the minute your mom would leave the house every day."
"Wow," Melissa murmured, highly aroused by the story. "I really wish I could remember any of this now." She looked up into her father's face, smiling to herself at the flushed appearance and heavy breathing, and then glanced down at the man's now fully erect prick. "Maybe I'd better get a refresher lesson," she said in a husky voice, turning her body around on the bed and placing her face right at the level of his swollen organ. "Will you finger my pussy like you used to while I suck your cock now, Daddy?" she begged sweetly. "I really, really need to swallow some more Daddy Cream."
"Ohhh, God!" the man groaned with pleasure as he felt Melissa's lips engulf the head of his stiff prick. "That's- fuck! That feels incredible!" he whispered. He shifted an arm to be able to reach his daughter's dripping pussy slit. "God! You're so wet!" he marveled.
"I know," Melissa admitted self-consciously, raising her head from her incestuous fellatio and glancing back at her father's face. "It's like that all time! I'm always so turned on, and always dripping pussy juice down my legs. Even in school! It's like I can't stop it!" She felt her cheeks burning as she turned her lips to her father's cock once more.
Melissa began to suck her father's prick in earnest now, driving her mouth further and further down the shaft. She was delighted to discover that because of the relatively small size of the man's organ, she could accommodate the entire length with ease, allowing it to slide far enough down her throat that her lips could press firmly into the nest of light brown pubic hair at the base of his prick.
"Ohhh, fuck!" her father groaned. "Are you actually deep-throating me?!!"
"Hmm-hmm!" Melissa murmured proudly, her father's cock deep in her throat.
"How in hell does a girl your age learn to do that?!!!" the older man exclaimed incredulously. "Let me guess: your boyfriend," he muttered.
"Hmm-hmm," she agreed again before withdrawing long enough to shoot her father an arch look back over her shoulder. "I'll stop if you don't like it."
"Oh, God, no!" he blurted, "I wasn't complaining! It feels incredible! I just – well, no one's ever done that to me before!"
"I'm glad I could be the first," Melissa murmured softly before resuming her deep sucking of her father's rock-hard prick. She concentrated on establishing a rhythm that would allow her to catch deep breaths between each plunge of his dick into her gullet, amazed at how much easier it was to perform the depraved action on her father's cock than it even was on Brad's. Her father was gasping and moaning incessantly now.
For her part, Melissa's pussy was starting to respond to the lewd stimulation from her father's plunging and teasing fingers, and she grunted with greater and greater erotic pleasure each time he thrust a finger all the way into her cunt hole. "More!" she gasped, panting heavily from arousal, "I need more fingers inside me! Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me with your fingers the way you did when you took my virginity!" she demanded.
Despite his own rapidly growing excitement, her father frowned, "Honey, that was three fingers at once! I know you were just a little girl then, but are you sure you're ready for that?"
It took all Melissa's self control to keep from snorting that three fingers was nothing for her anymore, but she didn't want to spook her father completely, so she simply nodded and gasped, "It's fine! I need it, Daddy! Fill me up with your fingers and fuck me hard!" The man required no additional persuasion and Melissa grunted deeply as she felt her well-used cunt hole being filled up most satisfyingly.
As her father began to thrust steadily in and out of her vagina with his tripled fingers, Melissa concentrated on swallowing as much of his cock shaft down her throat as she could, swallowing firmly with each plunge to force it further and further down her gullet. She began to notice that his ball sack was coming in contact with her upper lip each time and she idly wondered if she could swallow him so deeply that she could fit his balls into her mouth as well. She cupped his testicles gently with one of her hands and began to push it forward, seeing if she could open her mouth widely enough to fit them in.
"Ohhh!" her father gasped in response, "That's incredible!" The tempo of his plunging fingers into Melissa's sopping wet pussy picked up noticeably, and Melissa began to feel initial stirrings deep within her crotch. She realized that she was going to have to manage things carefully if she wanted to ensure her father came at the same time she did. With the next deep plunge of his cock down her throat, she managed to get nearly half his scrotum into her mouth before she had to suddenly release it, coughing and retching.
"Don't hurt yourself!" her father pleaded, his voice full of concern.
"'Sokay!" Melissa gasped. "Just need to catch my breath. Ohhh! God, Dad! That feels so good! You're really fucking me now! Keep that up!" she encouraged, knowing that the more turned on she got, the less problem she would have sucking his entire package into her mouth. She bent her head forward again and determinedly forced even more of his cock and scrotum into her mouth, holding it inside her for as long as she could until she was forced to breathe again.
At that moment, she felt a pair of her father's fingers also push into her still very loose anus. "Hagggghhh!" she screamed, "No!"
Her father snatched his fingers back out of her butthole as if they'd been burned. "S-sorry, sorry!" he stammered, "I thought you liked that from earlier. A really bad idea," he mumbled apologetically.
"N-no, Dad!" Melissa puffed. "It was a really good idea. Just not yet," she tried to explain between her own panting and groaning. In truth, the additional fingers up her ass had felt far too good and she had instantly realized that if he continued that way for even a few seconds longer, she would have started coming and coming and then would have passed out, which she really didn't want to do, at least not until he had spewed his incestuous semen down her throat. "I'll tell you when, okay?" she gasped. "Just- hoh! Keep doing what- oooohh! What you're doing! You're really- hunnggghhh! Really getting to me, Daddy!"
With that encouragement, her father gave a relieved groan and redoubled his efforts slamming his fingers relentlessly into his twelve year old daughter's distended cunt hole. And Melissa resumed her self-appointed challenge of trying to get the man's entire genitals crammed down her tortured throat. She kept careful watch on the state of her parent's ball sack, waiting for the moment when she felt his balls tighten and draw up close to his body just prior to his ejaculation.
She didn't have long to wait. After only a few more straining efforts where she had managed to get almost his entire balls into her mouth and his throbbing prick deep into her esophagus, she felt the warning motion in his testicles as they began to pull upward towards her father's body. "Now, Daddy!" she cried loudly, jerking her head back from the man's cock and balls, "Fuck my ass now! Make me come!" and with that frantic command she took two deep, gasping breaths to fill her lungs with air and recklessly shoved her mouth down over his cock, forcing it deep into her throat. She swallowed frantically, trying to pull more and more of its modest length down her gullet so she could make room for his balls that her lips and fingers were already pushing into her widely-gaping mouth.
The pubescent redhead finally succeeded in cramming not only her father's cock but his entire ball sack into her mouth just as the cock erupted, shooting jet after vigorous jet of his thick jism directly into her stomach. Melissa swallowed and swallowed ravenously, trying to get every drop inside her before she ran out of air and her rapidly oncoming orgasm would force her to release her hold on his jerking, spurting organ. As her father's fingers furiously reamed her anus and vagina simultaneously, she could only whimper involuntarily, trying desperately to stave off the massive climax she could feel rising up inexorably from within her.
Finally Melissa could stand it no longer. She yanked her head back and began shrieking incoherently, the orgasm rocking her body to its core and rendering her helpless in its throes. Her father's now free cock shot two more jets of incestuous semen directly onto her face, but the writhing, convulsing twelve-year-old was far beyond noticing, let alone caring. Her entire world had contracted to the relentlessly thrusting fingers in her cunt and rectum, both sphincters constricting rhythmically around the plunging digits with each new climactic spasm. Another climax launched hard on the heels of the first one, and then another. She was utterly defenseless against their overwhelming assault on her body and consciousness and she knew she was only seconds away from blacking out. As she started coming yet again, she felt her bladder lose control completely and spray her father's hands and face with hot piss. And then her vision went black and she slipped into oblivion.
When Melissa opened her eyes again and woozily raised her head in an effort to recall where she was and what had happened, the first thing she was aware of was how sore her throat and jaw were. She worked her jaw to try to relieve some of the stiffness and blinked rapidly a few times to clear her befuddled vision. She saw that she was lying beside her father's nude body on his bed, her head still even with his crotch but she was no longer atop him. Swiveling her face up to her father's, she saw him propped up on his pillows and gazing down at her with an expression that was part annoyance, part incredulity, part adoration, and one hundred percent lustful.
"Dang, girl!" he muttured, shaking his head ruefully when he saw she was awake once more, "You pissed all over me!"
"Uh, yeah, sorry about that," the pubscent redhead mumbled self-consciously. "I did warn you the first time we fucked, I kind of do that when I come really hard, especially when I come hard enough to pass out." She shrugged diffidently. "I'm actually surprised I didn't do it the first time you made me black out earlier today."
"Is that a fact?" he asked with obvious lascivious interest. "That must make for some interesting situations for you," he observed in a too-casual tone.
"Yeah, well, I do end up having to wash my sheets a lot," she admitted carefully, trying to avoid revealing too much.
"What does your mom say about that?" he asked.
"She's happy that I'm being so helpful around the house, `cause I always collect all the other laundry and do it at the same time," she replied simply, hoping to forestall any deeper inquiries.
"Yeah, okay, I can see that," he nodded and Melissa sighed inwardly with relief. "Speaking of pissing, though, I really need to get up and do that now, myself."
"No you don't!" Melissa blurted before she could stop herself.
"The hell you say!" her father frowned, "I sure do. I've got to piss like a racehorse!"
"Of course you do," she quickly replied, flashing him her Stephanie special smoldering look. "You just don't have to get out of bed to do it."
"What?" he snorted, "You figure that since you've already pissed all over my bed, I might as well, too?"
"That is a point, Dad," she chuckled mischievously and quickly went on before he could launch into the shocked protest she could see forming on his lips. "But no, you don't have to pee in the bed. You can pee in my mouth," she explained guilelessly.
"What??!! You're kidding!" he exclaimed incredulously.
"Yeah," she confessed sheepishly. "Among my other kinkiness, it turns out I'm a real piss freak. I totally love piss – on my body, in my mouth, up my cunt, in my ass, everywhere. And most of all I love drinking it right from the source. So..." she drawled, gazing at her father from under lowered eyes, "Would you like to pee in my mouth and let me drink you dry? I'd really love it if you would," she added huskily.
"Damn me all to hell!" the man shook his head in astonishment, but Melissa could tell by the lewd gleam in his eyes that she'd hooked him. "And your, uh, Brad? He's cool with that, too?" he persisted with a dubious look.
"Absolutely!" Melissa declared firmly. "Brad loves me and loves making me happy. And sucking his cock while he pisses makes me very, very happy. So, are you ready to try something new?" she challenged.
His expression of disbelief never left his face but he shrugged, "Sure, why not?"
Melissa didn't wait even a second to let him change his mind and instantly flung herself onto her father's stomach and took his soft dick fully into her mouth. "Hmm-hay!" she nodded to let him know she was ready. After a long moment's hesitation, she tasted the acrid flow begin in her mouth and began to quickly swallow. She had to grit her teeth a bit; compared to everyone else in her family, her father's urine was very strong and bitter, but she wasn't about to back out now, not after all the build-up she'd given herself, and she gamely hung in there, gulping noisily. She did allow a hand to steal down between her legs and begin to tease her still very wet cunt, and the sloppy sounds from between her legs quickly joined the slurping and gulping noises from her mouth and throat.
"Fuck!" her father swore after a few seconds. "That is, like, the weirdest fucking feeling. I still can't believe you're doing this, but I have to say I kind of like it."
"Hmm-hmmm," Melissa nodded agreeably, still swallowing fervently. She could tell her father was becoming aroused by her wanton behavior because his cock kept trying half-heartedly to rise once more despite his recent ejaculation. As the force of his piss stream began to slow, she gingerly allowed her mouth to open so her father could see the little, finishing squirts of piss shoot from the tip of his dick and land on her tongue.
"Mmm," she murmured at last, licking her lips sensuously. She looked back at her father. "Thank you, Dad. That was totally awesome! I'm so proud of you when you're willing to try new things!"
"Yeah, well, you seem to have that effect on me," he grinned ruefully.
Melissa savagely squelched the reflexive reply that all her lovers said the same thing about her. Instead she said in a smoky voice, "Well, that got me really, really turned on again, Dad. If you're brave enough to try something else new right now, I need to give you your first cunt-licking lesson. Come on, Dad," she continued quickly before he could object, "You need some time to recover before you get to try fucking my ass. You do still want to fuck me in the ass, right, Daddy?" she asked sweetly.
"Uh, yeah, definitely," he admitted, his eyes glittering lewdly.
"So do I. Definitely," she replied under lowered eyes and making him gulp gratifyingly. "Only we have to wait until you're ready, so now it's time for you to learn how to make me come a new way!" she added brightly. Without waiting for a reply she scrambled around on the bed to lay on her back with her head on the pillow. Pulling her ample thighs up tightly against her breasts to completely expose her pussy to him, she urged, "Come on, Daddy. Put your face between my legs and make me come again. I'll talk you through it, I promise. You'll be an expert in no time," she promised.
With a rueful shake of his head and an exaggerated sigh of resignation, her father heaved his plump body around, saying, "The things a father does to keep his little girl happy."
"That's it, exactly, Daddy!" Melissa said appreciatively. "That's what being lovers is all about – learning to make each other happy. And this will make me very, very happy. Thank you for being willing to try this," she added sincerely.
"Are we lovers?" her father asked, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise as he lowered himself to the bed between Melissa's widely splayed thighs. "I thought I was your father."
"Of course we're lovers, Daddy," Melissa frowned in puzzlement. "Sure, you're my dad, too. But this," and she gestured down her naked and vulnerably exposed body, "This is what lovers do. And right now, your lover really needs you to start sliding your tongue all the way up and down the crack of my pussy. Ahhhhh!" she sighed contentedly as she felt her father's tongue tentatively lick up her cunt slit. "Yes, just like that," she encouraged. "Keep that up and I'll tell you everything I like and how and when to do it."
He raised his head momentarily with an odd look on his face. "What?" Melissa frowned. "Changed your mind already?"
"No, no," he mumbled self-consciously. "I've just, well, I'm not used to the taste, that's all."
"Oh, Dad!" she sighed, trying to keep the exasperation out of her voice, "I taste like sex – and our sex, at that! I'm willing to bet that before long you're going to love the flavor, but never mind. According to Brad, the more you lick, the less you notice the taste. So get busy licking, Dad!" she commanded authoritatively. To her great relief, her father resumed his incestuous cunnilingus and Melissa resumed quietly coaching him. "Yeah, that's nice, Dad, just like that! Start off nice and slow. Yeah, perfect! Long, slow licks up and down the whole length. Ohhh! God! That's great!" she gasped when she felt his tongue touch her anus. "I didn't know if you'd be that daring, but that feels fucking fantastic when you lick my butthole, too. Ohhhh! Yeah, thank you, Daddy!" she breathed as his tongue reached her bunghole once more, this time more firmly. "Oh, God, yes! Keep that up! Just like that. Ohhhh, God, Daddy! You're driving me nuts when you lick me all the way up my crack from my butthole! You're doing really great!" she encouraged. It really was starting to make her arousal ratchet up and she was both surprised and delighted that he'd been willing to lick her ass, too. Her breathing began to deepen and her hands stole to her preternaturally large breasts and began to surreptitiously caress the soft, smooth flesh and tease her nipples into full erection.
For several minutes she allowed him to pleasure her, offering occasional words of encouragement as well as more and more frequent gasps and moans as she felt her body respond to his ministrations, so tentative at first but now with growing confidence. "Oooh!" she gasped suddenly as she felt his tongue begin to avidly lick her clit. "That feels nice, Dad, but back off my clit for just a little longer," she coached. "The secret to driving me out of my mind and making me come like crazy is to sneak up on my clit. Believe me, that's where you're going to end up, and when I'm ready to come, I'm gonna' need you to suck as hard as you can on it and buzz it back and forth with your tongue as fast as you can. But not yet; like I said, sneak up on it. Keep licking all the way up and down my whole crack like that – and if you like, you can push your tongue into my cunt hole and even my ass. I love having my holes tongue-fucked. Hoh! Oh, God! Yeah, that's right, lover! Just like that! Shove that tongue all the way up my cunt! Hoh! Hoh! Hoh!" she gasped with surprised delight as her father thrust his tongue hard and repeatedly into her vagina. "Oh, fuck! That's incredible!" She held her breath momentarily to see if he was going to be able to overcome his squeamishness enough to try shoving his tongue up her butt, but relaxed with only mild disappointment whe he resumed his previous pattern of long, slow strokes of his tongue up and down her dripping pussy crevice.
"You're a very fast learner, Dad," she praised him. "That's all feeling so great! Like I was trying to say earlier, you want to sneak up on my clit. You know? Like, get closer and closer to it without actually touching it, and then a little later, just giving it a quick little lick or two and then pull away. I'll tell you when I'm ready for more, but even if a woman doesn't, just listen to the sounds she's making. The more excited she gets, the more attention you should be paying to her clit. Simple, really," she chuckled between her increasingly heavy breathing.
She was silent for several more minutes except for more frequent moans of pleasure. "Ohh, yeah, you're definitely getting the hang of it, Dad!" she groaned at last as his tongue just gave her erect clit on tantalizing flick. "You're driving me crazy now. God!" she groaned, "My clit wants you to touch it so bad now. Ohhhh! Yess!" she hissed as she felt his tongue finally make firm contact with her throbbing, hard button and lick all around it thoroughly. "God, Dad! You're gonna' make me come good soon! I can tell! Okay, I'm totally ready for you to start paying my clit more attention each time your tongue gets up there! Hoh! Oh, fuck! Yeah! Just like that!" she groaned. Her sexual excitement was rising fast now, and her back began to arch up off the mattress involuntarily. Her hands were wringing her breasts fiercely and she kept squeezing the turgid nipples roughly between her fingers.
"Ohhh! Oh! Oh!" she gasped as her father's tongue returned once more to dive into her cunt hole, fucking the orifice rapidly several times. Melissa fully expected the man to return his attentions to her yearning clitoris, so it was with complete astonishment that she felt her father's tongue shift further back and push vigorously in and out of her anus. "Haaaggghhh!" she shrieked in delight, "Oh, God! You're doing it! You're really doing it! Oh, God, Daddy! I love you so much! Do it! Fuck my ass with your tongue! Get it nice and- unnggghh! Nice and ready for your hard cock later! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! I can't believe you're- ooooh! You're doing that for me!"
The thrashing twelve-year-old was by now wild with sexual arousal. She couldn't believe how incredibly turned on her completely inexperienced father was making her. She reached down with both hands and seized his head on either side, pulling it roughly up to her throbbing clit. "Do it, Daddy! I'm ready! Lick my clit! Lick it hard and fast and make me- aaaagggghhhh!" she shrieked, her obscene monologue cut off as her father's tongue began to furiously lash her turgid clit. She could already feel the stirrings of a gut-wrenching climax welling up inside her and she pulled her father's face more tightly into her crotch, urging him with her shrieks and motions to lick her clit faster and faster.
Then, just as an orgasm exploded from deep within her cunt, she felt her father once again thrust a pair of fingers impudently into her asshole and begin to ravage the still-distended orifice at an insanely frantic pace. This was too much for the climaxing seventh-grader. With a scream that rose higher and higher in pitch until it was almost inaudible, Melissa surrendured completely to her parent's incestuous assault, allowing climax after climax to slam into her, shuddering and jerking convulsively as each new orgasm launched in rapid succession. "C-can't- haaggghh! Can't stop- aaaarrrrrggghh!" she howled, desperately attempting to suck in enough air into her struggling lungs as orgasms thundered through her faster and faster until it felt as if she were simply riding a continuous wave of sexual ecstasy. "Gonna'- hoooof! Gonna' pass-" she tried to warn her still furiously licking father.
Then her entire body simply collapsed and the air expelled from her lungs with an audible whoosh as she lapsed into utter unconsciousness.
Melissa had no idea how long she had blacked out this time, but when she finally came to, her father's face was still positioned between her legs. She struggled up to a partially upright pose propped up on her elbows. "Uh, hi, Dad," she croaked, looking down at him with a puzzled expression. "What are you doing?"
The older man turned his eyes up to hers and beamed. "Just looking at you, my girl. Just looking at you."
Melissa had an immediate flashback to the way Brad and John had stared at her pussy while she was unconscious the previous week and wondered parenthetically what it was about her cunt that made men only want to really look at it while she was totally helpless. Maybe because no one could object, she surmised, but tried to sound more relaxed and casual than she felt. "And? Do I pass inspection?"
He looked intently into her eyes before answering in a surprisingly shy voice, "Melissa, you're the most beautiful, sexiest, most incredible girl in the world! I- I can't believe the way I feel about you," he went on fervently. "I mean, I thought I loved you before, as my daughter, you know," he almost whispered, his voice low and intense, "But this – this – I can't even put it into words. I don't think I've ever loved anyone in my life until now."
Melissa was momentarily thunderstruck by her father's heartfelt confession of love. She was highly flattered, it was true, but she didn't feel anything for him like what he seemed to feel for her, and she was silent for a long pause before choosing the words of her response carefully. "Dad, I'm really glad – honored, even, to hear you admit such a thing. Frankly, you've been pretty much a self-centered asshole up until now, and I'm glad to know you can actually feel something deeply – about anyone." She frowned before continuing. "But you know I'm not yours. Not that way. I can't ever be that," she said as gently as she could.
To her amazement, he didn't react with hurt or anger the way she'd expected him to. Instead, he nodded with acceptance. "Yeah, I get that, I really do. And you're right; I have been a self-centered asshole, and I know it's going to take a long time for you to get over the hurt I caused you, not to mention the rest of the family. Maybe if I'd ever felt about your mother the way I feel about you now, none of this would have happened." He held up a hand to forestall Melissa's response. "Yeah, I know...I can't change the past." He sighed deeply. "I guess I just wanted you to know that this has been the most amazing, best day of my entire life. And just knowing that someone as incredible as you cares for me, even a little bit," and he smiled hopefully, "Makes me want to be a better man from now on."
Melissa pondered her father's words for another moment. "Okay, well, I'm really glad, and I'm especially glad if I can be any kind of inspiration for you to get your shit together," she added, using the crude words deliberately to try to shock some reality into the man, "But you're sounding like you want me to be your woman now. And I won't – can't – ever be that. First, I already have a boyfriend, one who I love incredibly and who, if things keep going the way they are, I'm going to marry someday," she stated and saw her father's eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "Yeah, he means that much to me. Second, you need to find a good woman of your own and move on with your life."
"Does that mean you don't want to, uh, get together with me anymore?" he asked worriedly.
"Dad, I fully intend to keep my end of the bargain and keep fucking the shit out of you every month as long as you keep doing what you're supposed to," Melissa laughed, trying to lighten the overly serious mood. "If you do get in a serious relationship with another woman, well, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it and figure out how we handle all this," and she indicated their nude, sprawled bodies on the bed.
"I wonder if it's even possible that another woman would be cool about me and you," her father mused thoughtfully.
"Anything's possible," Melissa advised, treading carefully now, "Not everyone thinks sex between family members is something terrible. It would be risky but if you really wanted to make sure, you should just admit to her that you've had sex with your daughter once you find things starting to get serious. If she runs away screaming, then you know she wasn't right for you. But if she's okay about it or, better yet, gets turned on by the idea, then you know you've got a winner."
"Yeah, or she might run away screaming all the way to the cops," he muttured darkly.
"And if she did, I'd just deny everything to the police," Melissa insisted firmly. "What could they do?"
"I do love you, you know," her father said with a wistful smile.
"And I love you, too, Dad," Melissa smiled in return. "A lot more than I did a couple of weeks ago. I'm actually beginning to think there may be hope for you after all. But not with me," she added resolutely. "I'm happy to keep being your trainer and coach, though, on how to please a woman so that when you finally do find the right woman, she's going to fall head over heels in love with you and make you very, very happy. Speaking of which, I have to say I'm incredibly impressed and proud of how good you licked my pussy," she grinned wickedly. "You made me come so hard and so many times..."
"How many?" he asked with a lewd grin.
"So many I lost count, you studly man," she smiled indulgently. "My body is still all rubbery and tingling from the afterglow. I guarantee you, if you lick your next woman's pussy like that, you will leave her definitely wanting to see you again."
"I just tried to follow your instructions," he shrugged diffidently.
"And that's probably the most important lesson of all," his daughter said seriously. "Listen to the woman. Not every woman may give you such detailed, step-by-step instructions as I did, but if you pay attention to her breathing, the noises she makes, the way her body moves, she'll tell you what she wants. Even if she doesn't tell you to stop doing something, if she doesn't react or move in any way, it probably means whatever you're doing isn't doing it for her, so try something else. Pleasing your lover isn't complicated if you just pay attention."
"How did you manage to get so smart? Especially about sex?" he asked with a penetrating look.
"By figuring it all out together with someone I love very much," she replied carefully. "And that's probably the other lesson. Sex is a whole lot better if you're doing it with someone you care about. So try not to jump into bed right away with every woman you meet; give some time to let something grow between you, and it will be so much better in the end. Speaking of being better in the end," she said with a deliberate leer, "Do you think your poor, abused cock might be ready to try fucking me in the ass now? I did promise you you could have me in all three holes; we're two down and one to go now," she added with a smoky look.
"Uh, yeah, I might be ready at that," he nodded with a shy smile. "Only..." he trailed off hesitantly.
"What is it, Dad?" his daughter retorted somewhat impatiently. "You ought to know by now you can tell or ask me anything. The worst that can happen is I'll say no," she smiled encouragingly. "So what do you want?"
"I, uh, well, I kind of have to pee again," he admitted with a visible gulp.
"Is that all?" Melissa laughed with delight. "That's great! Here, come up here and put your knees on either side of my head. That way you can point your dick right down into my mouth! And since I already peed all over your pillow, I'm not going to sweat it if any spills" she giggled. "And then I'll keep sucking it until it's nice and hard and ready to go into my ass," she promised.
"Damn!" her father cursed in amazement as he struggled to get his body into the requested position, "How'd I ever get so lucky with you?"
"You made me, remember?" Melissa snorted. "Now let me have all that yummy piss!"
The older man grinned helplessly and pushed his rapidly stiffening cock downwards into Melissa's mouth. Melissa encircled the head of it with her lips and nodded vigorously to indicate she was ready. For several long moments, nothing happened and her father was just starting to mumble that he couldn't when a thin stream of urine began to flow into Melissa's mouth, strengthening as it continued. "Hmm-hmm," Melissa murmured encouragingly as she fervently swallowed the acrid fluid.
"Mmmm," she purred, licking her lips in satisfaction once her father's bladder was empty. "Thanks, Daddy! Now, I need you to get up for a minute. I need to grab my sex lube from my purse so you can fuck me in my ass good and hard, plus I need to pee, too, now. Unless," she added, shooting her father an impish, sidelong look, "You'd like to try piss drinking for yourself."
"Uh, no thanks," the man said hastily with a startled look. "That's cool that that's your thing, but, well, no, I'd rather not..." he trailed off weakly.
"Relax, Daddy; it's cool," the pubescent redhead giggled as she scrambled off the bed and to her feet. "I didn't really expect you to, but I thought I shouldn't just assume." She glanced meaningfully at her father's now completely hard erection. "You just keep him nice and hard for me until I get back. And you can be thinking about what position you want me in for my ass-fucking," she added with an unabashedly lewd gleam in her eye. "Be right back!" she promised.
Swinging through the main room to retrieve her purse before heading to the apartment's small bathroom, she sat on the toilet and let her pee flow with a relieved sigh, idly dipping a pair of fingers into the pungent stream and bringing them to her lips to taste her own piss as had become her regular practice now every time she peed. Savoring the flavor – so much milder than her father's urine – with a secret smile, she rummaged through her purse and pulled out the tube of lubricant. While still seated on the commode, she opened the tube and squeezed out a large gob of the clear, slick substance onto her fingers, spreading it generously around her asshole and up inside it. She grimaced ruefully as she felt just how loose the anal sphincter still was and made a mental note to consciously clench her bung tight once her father entered her to ensure he had any friction.
Standing up without bothering to wipe the remaining droplets of yellow pee from her cunt lips, she padded back into the bedroom carrying the open tube of lubricant in one hand. She smiled approvingly at the sight of her father lying on the bed and slowly stroking his rigid cock. "Mmmm, that looks nice, Daddy. I like to see you playing with yourself."
"Really?" he asked with a bemused expression. "I've never jerked off in front of anyone before. Unless," and he winced, "You count the time my mother caught me at it when I was a teenager."
"Oh, now that sounds like a story I'd like to hear," Melissa giggle before adding firmly, "Later. Right now, I really, really need to feel you slamming that hard dick into my butt. You figure out how you want to give it to me?"
"Uh, could we do it doggy style?" he asked bashfully.
"What's that?" Melissa asked, unfamiliar with the term.
"Huh! Something about sex you don't know," her father chuckled good-naturedly. "That's with you on your hands and knees and me behind you. You know, like how dogs fuck," he explained.
"Oh, right, I get it," she laughed. "And yeah, thanks. I never heard that description before. Yes, we sure can," she added a bit huskily, already feeling her sexual excitement starting to rise. "I just need to get that cock all nice and slippery first." She knelt on the bed beside her parent and squeezed more lube onto the palm of her hand, then ran the gooey palm and fingers up and down the shaft of his prick and making him groan with undisguised pleasure. Recapping the tube and carelessy dropping on the bed beside her, Melissa got onto her knees and elbows, her ass sticking up wantonly. "I'm ready, Daddy! And you already got me nicely loosened up with your fingers before," she lied, "So you don't have to be gentle. Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck my ass hard!" she begged, her throat hoarse with arousal.
"God damn, but you are so fucking sexy!" her father almost moaned as he scrambled around behind his daughter with unseemly haste. "Here it comes," he warned as he positioned his slippery, hard organ at the plump twelve-year-old's anal sphincter. "Hohhhh!" he sighed as he felt his cock easily slide into Melissa's rectum, burying itself until his pubic bone was tightly pressed against her ample, creamy ass cheeks. Melissa instantly clamped down on her anus as tightly as she could to avoid revealing just how stretched out her ruined butthole really was. "Fuuuuck! That feels awesome!" her father grunted as he began to thrust in and out, cautiously at first despite Melissa's earlier urging but then rapidly picking up the tempo as he discovered that she had no apparent issues or objections.
Melissa had surreptitiously slid a hand in between her own legs and was now assiduously frigging her engorged clit for all she was worth, panting heavily as her father plunged his modestly-sized prick into her ass faster and faster. She could tell by his breathing that he was incredibly excited by the opportunity to ream his own daughter's ass, and she guessed that he wouldn't last long despite his two previous ejaculations that afternoon. So she worked her cunt furiously, determined to start coming before her father did. She was interested to discover that squeezing her anal ring tightly around her father's cock slamming into her backside seemed to intensify the erotic sensations in her clit as well, and she filed away that helpful tidbit for later experimentation.
Meanwhile, her father was grunting and puffing like a madman as he rammed his cock relentlessly into Melissa's butthole, an occasional groan of excited bliss insterspersed with his gasps. "God! God damn! You're so fine, girl!" he moaned breathlessly. "Fuck! Don't- hoooo! Don't know how much- hooofff! How much longer I can- hunnggghhh! Hold off!"
Fortunately for Melissa, she was already feeling the warning tingles from deep in her cunt presaging a climax, so she just grunted back, "G- go for it, Dad! I'm- hoh! Hoh! Hoh! Almost there, too!"
"Fuckin' incredible!" Melissa heard her father puff almost to himself; she wasn't sure if it was the sensations of his cock in her ass or the brazen sluttiness of his daughter that he found incredible. Probably both, she realized as she felt the climax that had been building inside her suddenly boil up inexorably. Then all she could do was gasp, shudder, and writhe in its all-powerful grip. Within seconds, she felt her father's cock bury itself deeply into her rectum, the man's hands gripping each of her fleshy hips tightly and press his entire crotch into the spread crack of her ass. His organ began to pulse rhythmically and Melissa knew then that he was emptying his load of incestuous seed straight into her bowels, which triggered yet another orgasm in her already convulsing body.
"Haaaggghhhhh!" she roared hoarsely, helpless in the throes of the new climax while her father maintained his death-grip on her hips and squirted jet after jet of thick, creamy jism into the twelve-year-old's anal cavity. She relentlessly kept buzzing her rhythmically pulsing clit, determined to keep coming as long as her father was, even if it meant she blacked out once more as a result. By now, her climaxes were launching one after the other until she reached that same point she had when her father had been licking her where the orgasms all merged together into one, unbearably intense ravishment of her pubescent body. The last thought that flashed through her sexually overloaded mind before she collapsed into oblivion was being glad she'd thought to pee before they started or she'd be pissing all over her father's bed now. And then she surrenderd to unconsciousness.
"There you are," she heard her father's voice whispering softly from somewhere very close to her head once her eyes fluttered open again.
"Uh, hi, Daddy," she grunted weakly. "How long was I out this time?"
"Just a couple of minutes," he replied, sounding greatly relieved that she was conscious once more. "I'm not sure I'll ever get used to the way you come so hard you pass out."
Melissa just smiled wanly, refraining from commenting that all the other women in her life did the same thing, though perhaps not quite as frequently as she did. "It seems like you came really good, too. I guess you like fucking my ass, huh?" she giggled hoarsely.
"Huh! I guess!" her parent exclaimed fervently. "I've never...well, let's just say I've never known any girl who gets into it the way you do."
Melissa held her tongue, not wanting to reveal her mother's confession that she had concealed how much she'd enjoyed anal sex with her father for fear he would stop. Instead, she just smiled appreciatively and said, "Well, I'm glad you like it, too, `cause I sure want to keep doing it with you!"
"That's so great!" her father blurted. He shook his head in disbelief. "And I can't believe how many times you made me come in just a few hours, either."
Her father's mention of the passing time prompted Melissa to struggle up to a sitting position to look at the bedside clock, suddenly terrified that neither of them had been watching the time and she would be late getting back home. To her amazed relief, it was only six-forty in the evening. She did some rapid mental calculations; her father had picked her up when school was out right at three-forty and it had taken them less than fifteen minutes to drive to his apartment. Aside from brief interludes while she was blacked out and the pause to wolf down some pizza, they'd been basically having sex non-stop for just under three hours. She wryly realized that she shouldn't be surprised by this, since that was what she'd been doing nearly every day for the past three weeks.
She gave her father a calculating look. "Well, I'm really glad I could inspire you that much, `cause I sure as hell came way more times than I can count. But," and she glanced significantly at the clock, "We've got to be leaving here by seven-forty at the latest, so that gives us an hour for one last fuck. What do you say? You think I could manage to suck your dick enough to get it hard so you can try coming between my tits, too? You'll have had me just about every way you can that way," she added, lowering her eyes and shooting him a smoldering look.
Her father visibly swallowed but the grin that spread across his face was impressive. "Dang, girl, I don't know but it sure sounds fun finding out!"
"Good daddy!" Melissa giggled, leaning over to place her lips even with his cock that still had a glistening drop of come oozing out of the tip.
As she lowered her mouth to engulf his flaccid organ, her father asked, "You, uh, you think you could get it all the way down your throat again like before?"
"Oh, you liked that, did you?" his daughter looked back at him with a wicked grin. "Well, the harder you get, the further down my throat you can get. And while I'm doing that," she suggested with a lascivious expression, "You can get that tube of sex lube and get the crack between my tits all nice and slippery, okay?"
"Shit, yeah!" he replied eagerly, sounding more like a boy experiencing sex for the first time than a grown man.
"And if you happen to get all the rest of my boobs all covered and play with them while I'm sucking you, that would be okay, too," she giggled throatily. Without waiting to see his reaction, she turned her face back to his cock and gripped it firmly with her hand, milking it to squeeze out the remaining drops of his semen, swirling them around in her mouth and savoring the flavor. She was intrigued to realize that his jism tasted different from that of the other three men in her sex life and wondered if every man's come had its own unique flavor. It stood to reason, she supposed, just the way her mother's and Stephanie's cunts had their own special taste.
"God, I can't believe that way you just are willing to suck me after I've just been in your butt," her father marveled. "Not complaining, mind you," he quickly added.
"Hmm-hmm," Melissa acknowledged, her mouth full of her father's still limp cock. To tell the truth, she hadn't given it a second thought, so accustomed she'd become to the way sex involved sharing and tasting everything from her lovers' bodies, and actually all her father's cock tasted like now was sex lube, a taste that was somewhat unpleasant but that she was working to clean off his organ as quickly as she could. She sighed with pleasure as she felt her father's hands start to massage the lube all over her breasts and settled in for a log slog of fellatio to restore her father's erection.
Melissa wasn't all that sure she would be able to get him hard again in time, either. His recovery time had seemed surprisingly rapid up until now, but she really only had her experience with John to gauge what a man her father's age might be capable of, and John seemed to be in a category by himself when it came to all things sexual. Thinking about the way John's kisses stirred her sould – and the way his cock so completely filled her pussy and ass – made a flush of hot arousal stir through her. She could feel her cunt starting to ooze rapidly in response.
"J- uh, Dad," she raised her head from her father's cock momentarily, panic-stricken as she realized that she'd almost inadvertently called him `John' instead. `Focus!' she savagely reminded herself. "That feels really, really nice on my tits. But if you could reach my cunt, too, and start playing with that, I would love it."
"I can do that!" her father replied with undisguised lust, and Melissa groaned appreciatively as his fingers began to probe deeply into her vagina.
Melissa gasped as she felt his fingers leave her cunt hole and plunge into her still-gaping anus. "Ohhhhh! Yes! Do that, Dad! Keep fucking me in both my holes! That feels incredible!" To her delighted amazement, she felt her father's cock suddenly start to swell noticeably in her mouth. Apparently, turning her on turned him on, too, which was unexpected given her mother's stories about the man. She realized that there had probably been two sides to the problems her parents had that had led to their divorce, and vowed to keep a more open mind from here on.
Meanwhile, her father was alternating his plunging fingers between her cunt and her ass while his other hand continued kneading and massaging her breast, making her emit muffled gasps each time the fingers roughly squeezed her erect nipple. He was really starting to get to her now, and she realized with a start that she had better manage the situation carefully. If he managed to start her coming the way she had earlier and she blacked out again, not only would she miss the opportunity to make him come a fourth time, but there was a real risk she'd be late getting home. She was amazed to realize that being able to continue to see her father and have sex with him mattered to her; she really wanted to be keep doing this with him. Shaking her head internally at her own fickle emotions, she began to suck the man's cock in earnest, feeling it swell and grow in her mouth with each passing second. She experimentally pushed the semi-hard organ deep into her throat, swallowing in the way she'd learned to draw it even further down her gullet, and heard her father gasp in erotic pleasure at the sensation.
"God! You're amazing, Melissa!" he panted. "I can't believe how good that feels!"
"Well, you're pretty amazing yourself, Dad," Melissa replied, meaning it. "You're gonna' make me come again soon, especially if you put another finger in me. Just don't come yourself, though," she warned. "I want to see that cock shooting your come all over my face from between my tits!" Her father groaned aloud at her brazen encouragement and she felt his prick swell into full erection almost instantly.
Then it was Melissa's turn to gasp with pleasure as she felt her father cram three fingers at once first into her vagina and then into her distended asshole. "Haaaggghhh!" she cried hoarsely, "Oh, God! Do that! Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me hard everywhere!" He complied with a will and began plunging his tripled fingers into her two orifices like a madman. Melissa felt her self-control rapidly sliding away and thrust her face down onto her father's now fully-hard cock, taking it deep into her throat and pulling at his scrotum with her lips to try to engulf his balls as well. She almost did it before an orgasm erupted inside her crotch with such savagery that she had to yank her head back in order to breath, howling and screeching hysterically as the climax ravished her plump, sweating, and writhing body.
Melissa felt another climax starting to launch under her father's relentless pounding of her cunt and ass, and with an almost superhuman effort, wrenched her body away from her father's finger-fucking. She flung herself onto her back beside the man and managed to gasp, "Do it, Daddy! Fuck my tits now! Fuck my tits and come all over my face!" she commanded, her breasts heaving as she sucked air in, her body still shuddering in the throes of the second climax.
With a look of almost frightening desire, her father quickly clambered atop her body and pushed his rock-hard cock into the cleavage between her breasts. Melissa immediately seized her tits on the outside of their rounded globes and pushed them together, completely enfolding her father's slippery dick with her pulchitrude. "Do it, Dad!" she urged hoarsely. "Fuck my tits!"
Her parent began to thrust his hips back and forth, making his cock slide wetly through the engulfing flesh of Melissa's precociously large tits. A look of wonder crossed his face. "God! That's incredible," he whispered throatily. "Ohhh, God! It's working! I'm gonna' come any minute!"
"Uh-huh!" his daughter puffed, still recovering from her recent orgasms. "Come all over me, Daddy! Squirt your hot come all over my face! I want you to!"
Her father's face was screwed up tightly now, his breath hissing through drawn-back lips as he plunged his cock back and forth between Melissa's tits, faster and faster. Melissa watched in fascination, thrilled to be able to see her father's climax in such detail. Then, with one final, heaving thrust and a loud groan of release, her father's cock began to spurt, shooting thick, white strings of his aromatic jism onto Melissa's face, jets of it landing on her lips, her cheeks, her nose, her eyes, and even her hair. The delighted twelve-year-old kept her breasts squeezed tightly together, enfolding her father's rhythmically jerking cock as his orgasm gradually subsided. As the final, weak spurt dribbled from the tip of his penis, Melissa released her breasts and began giggling, filled with joy at being able to experience all she had with the man who had once caused her such pain and misery. After a moment of looking bewildered, her father began laughing as well, and for a couple of minutes, father and daughter just held each other, loving each other and loving being able to share themselves so completely.
Finally, when they'd recovered, Melissa looked at her father seriously for a lingering moment. "Dad," she said at last, "I have to say you've surprised me today. You really are a good man at heart, and you have the makings of being a very good lover. I won't even begin to pretend I understand what went on between you and Mom, and-" and she held up her hand to stop any explanations, "And I don't really care. Best I can figure is that you two just weren't right for each other, and aside from not stepping up to support us, splitting was probably better for both of you. Not so good for us kids, though," she added pointedly, and her father nodded sadly.
"You're probably right, and I've got no excuses for how I did it, but I think you're absolutely right that it was best to end it. Neither of us were making the other one happy," her father acknowledged.
"Well, I just wanted you to know that I understand a little bit better. Maybe," she smiled uncertainly before glancing again at the clock. "But whatever; it happened," she declared firmly before fixing her father with a decidedly lascivious expression. "But before I have to go, we've got time for you to help clean me up. You made a very big mess all over me, you naughty man," she giggled huskily.
"Uh, sure. What did you have in mind," he asked suspiciously.
"Oh, relax, Dad, I'm not going to make you lick up your come," Melissa smiled devilishly. "I'm going to do all the licking here. But I can't see where it all is, so I need you to scoop it all up on your finger and feed it to me. Will you do that, Daddy?" she begged in a deliberately childish voice.
"Fuckin' right, I will," her father answered with an unashamed leer. For the next few minutes, he diligently located every splattered drop of his semen and pushed it from his finger into Melissa's mouth while she made exaggeratedly happy and yummy sounds that eventually made them both have to stop for a moment from laughing too hard.
When her father finally completed his cleanup work and Melissa had thanked him with a kiss that started passionately but eventually turned tender, with her caressing his cheek fondly as their lips parted, Melissa said softly, "Thank you, Dad. This was really nice; way better than I expected, in fact. Please keep doing what you're supposed to, `cause I don't want this to end, okay?"
Her father got a calculating look on his face and for an awful moment, Melissa feared he was going to try to press for more than what she was willing to commit to. But to his credit, he appeared to have recognized the futility and risk of that approach and simply nodded, "I don't want it to end, either."
"Good! So that's settled," Melissa said brightly, inwardly heaving a deep sigh of relief. She glanced at the clock. "Time for me to get myself pulled together and let you take me home. You might want to put on some clothes, too, Dad," she added with an impish grin.
"Well, if I must, I must," he agreed with an exaggerated sigh. They both hurried around the house collecting clothing and everything else, like the tube of sex lubricant, that had been scattered around, and in a few moments they were both dressed and heading out the door. Melissa glanced down and saw that the lubricant had soaked through her thin blouse and rendered it virtually transparent where it counted, but shrugged resignedly. It would give her father one additional treat on the way home.
But as they were in the car, Melissa was struck with an uncomfortable thought. "Dad?" she asked hesitantly, "I guess this is kind of late to be bringing this up now, but I realize I was making an awful lot of noise while we were fucking – and calling you `Daddy' while we were doing it. Are your walls very soundproof?"
Her father glanced over at her with an odd expression. "Uh, actually, they're not very soundproof at all, and I should have been the one to think about that. But I'm sure we were okay today; the neighbor on one side works swing shift at a local hospital and she doesn't get home until midnight, and the one on the other side is an elderly man. When he's home, he blasts his TV so loud he wouldn't hear a thing and when the TV isn't on, he's not home. But yeah, we probably should be a bit more careful from now on."
"That's, uh, that's the thing, Dad," Melissa grimaced. "As you found out today, when I really get going, I, well, I just can't be quiet. I can't help it. Maybe next month, if you can afford it, a motel room would be better?" she suggested.
"I'll think about that," he nodded, shooting her a sidelong glance. "Wouldn't want to crimp your style, would we? Especially since you're such an incredible firecracker when you get going, as you put it."
Melissa felt her cheeks reddening self-consciously, but nodded in acknowledgement. They didn't speak about anything consequential the rest of the way back to Melissa's house, though she stroked his worn-out prick possessively through his pants and he put an arm around her, allowing his fingers to graze her nipples, stealing glances at her breasts clearly visible through her blouse. "How are you going to explain that to your mom?" he asked at last with a significant glance at her exposure.
"I spilled grease on it when I was eating dinner," she answered easily, having already thought of a plausible response, not that she needed one with her mother, who would certainly be grilling her for every detail of her visit once she got home.
"Yeah, that makes sense," he nodded, looking relieved.
And then they were in front of Melissa's house. Murmuring her thanks once more and planting a very chaste kiss on his lips, she got out, promising to call him next month as soon as her mother's check from him arrived. She turned and waved once before opening the front door, which her mother had thoughtfully left unlocked for her.
Her mother was waiting just inside, clearly having been watching and waiting for her. She was completely nude. "Everything okay?" she asked, her eyes running up and down her daughter's body, her eyebrows shooting up as she noticed the oil-soaked transparency of Melissa's blouse. "I guess there's a story there," she murmured, fixing Melissa with an intense look.
"Yes, Mom," Melissa nodded cheerfully, shucking off her backpack. "Everything's fine – it went a lot better than I was afraid it might, and he was very nice – except when I didn't want him to be," she added wickedly. "And this," she gestured down at her top and starting to unbutton it, "Was because the last thing we did before he had to bring be back was to fuck me between my tits, and I didn't really have time to clean it all up before it was time to leave," she explained, watching her mother carefully to gauge her reaction.
"Hmm, yes, I can see that you didn't have time to get cleaned up," her mother murmured softly, reaching out with her hand to touch Melissa's hair. When she held up her finger in front of Melissa's gaze, there was a large gob of semen on it.
"Oh, I guess he missed a spot," Melissa grinned, refusing to be cowed. "I did make him scoop up everything he squirted all over my face and feed it to me before we got dressed."
"Is that a fact?" her mother asked, her voice thickening noticeably. "You want this last bit, then?"
"No, Mom, you can have it," Melissa replied in a neutral tone, holding her breath to see how her mother would react.
But with a challenging smile, her mother boldly inserted the jism-coated finger into her mouth and pointedly swirled it around with her tongue. "Now that's something I haven't tasted for a long time," she said dryly.
"That's cool you're willing to, though, Mom," Melissa exclaimed, feeling pleased. "I wasn't sure how you'd feel about that."
"And yet, you had no problem daring me to do it, did you?" her mother noted sardonically. "I haven't forgiven him enough to want to have anything to do with him, and I'm definitely not going to allow him to screw up what's going on with John – who says hi, by the way; he already called this evening," she added.
"Oh?" Melissa asked with undisguised libidinous interest. "And did you make yourselves come for each other again?"
"Of course," her mother smiled, her eyes growing smoky at the memory. "But as I was saying, even though I don't want to have anything to do with your father, I'm enough of a pervert to take a great deal of interest in what you do with him. Not to mention wanting to make very sure he doesn't screw your life up, too," she added more seriously before continuing, "So I do want to hear all about your evening in great detail," she added with a meaningful look, "After you've done your homework. Just give me the headlines now," she insisted with a look that brooked no opposition.
"Uh, right," Melissa pondered. "Headlines were, we basically had sex non-stop the minute we walked in the door of his apartment, with him making me come while we kissed standing up and taking each other's clothes off, then he fucked my pussy and made me come so hard I passed out, then we took a short break for pizza, and then I sucked his cock and blew his mind when I deep-throated him," she added smugly.
"Oh, really? And that wasn't a problem?" her mother asked, her interest piqued.
"Not at all," Melissa answered with a dismissive wave of her hand. "His cock isn't actually as big as Brad's, so no problem at all. Anyway, we got talking and – can you believe it? He's never, ever licked a pussy before!"
"Well, he certainly never licked mine," her mother snorted, "And I quickly learned better than to ask."
"Well, apparently he had the same reaction when his new girlfriend asked," Melissa shrugged, "But I wasn't letting him off the hook that easily. I told him if he wanted to keep having sex with me, he was going to learn to lick my pussy, starting tonight. And he did! He did exactly what I told him and God! He made me come and come and come! And of course I passed out again," she shrugged self-consciously. "Oh, but first, after pizza, he had to piss, so I made him piss in my mouth, which he couldn't believe, but seemed to enjoy it, or at least enjoy how kinky and perverted his daughter is," she giggle. Her mother nodded knowingly but said nothing, so Melissa continued. "Anyway, after he'd made me come licking my cunt, he had to pee again, so I drank him up one more time. And then he fucked me in my ass, and damned if I didn't pass out again from that, though that time it was pretty much my own fault because I was playing with my clit like crazy while he was fucking my ass. So anyway, once I woke up from that, I sucked him until he was hard enough to fuck me between my tits, and while I was sucking him, he was finger-fucking the shit out of my pussy and ass, so I came a couple of times more. And then he fucked me between my tits, cleaned up his come, and fed it to me afterwards. And then he brought me home," she finished in a rush.
"Oh. My." Her mother breathed, her eyes glittering. "You did have quite an adventure, didn't you? And you say he treated you well?"
"He really did, Mom. He wasn't a jerk at all, not once. I think he doesn't know quite what to make of me, to be honest," she mused. "I mean, I'm actually a lot more sexually experienced than he is. He looked kind of stunned and dazed most of the time, if you want to know," she snorted.
"Huh," her mother shook her head. "Who would have believed it would have been his own daughter to be the one to finally get that uptight man out of his shell. Well, it sounds like you had a very adventurous time and want to keep getting together with him, huh?" she asked.
"I told him that as long as he keeps doing what he's supposed to, you know, leaving you and Keith alone and paying back the support he owes, that I'd spend one afternoon a month with him just like this one. As soon as his check arrives," she added with a telling glance.
"Hmm, yes, I do think that's wise. Well," her mother sniffed, "As long as you're happy with what you're doing, I have no objections. But now, young woman, I believe you have an evening's worth of homework to do. The others should be just finishing theirs up, so after you drop those clothes in the washing machine, you may want to pull your bedroom door shut. Unlike you, they haven't had an afternoon of wild, crazy sex, so I'm going to go take care of that with them now, and I don't want you getting distracted. But once I'm done with them, I'm going to come find you and then I'm going to lick your pussy for as long as it takes for you to tell me everything about your afternoon if full detail!" she insisted.
"Okay, I understand," Melissa laughed resignedly, although she wasn't looking forward to trying to concentrate on homework while all the others fucked each other silly. She realized it was the price she would pay for her `extra-curricular' sex life. "I'll see you later, Mom. And thanks for being so totally cool with this," she added, meaning it.
"As long as he continues to make you happy, I have no problem with it whatsoever," her mother nodded with a backward glance as she headed up the stairs to join the others for their nightly orgy.
With a deep sigh, Melissa shucked the rest of her clothing into to laundry and lugged her pack upstairs to her room to start her homework. She was disappointed to find Stephanie already gone but figured she'd catch her up on everything later – or her mother would, she realized with a start, since her mother was every bit Stephanie's lover as Melissa was now.
Much later, after hours of struggling through homework to the sounds of moaning, panting, energetic thumping, and all the other evidence of wild sex taking place in her mother's bedroom, Melissa had finally closed her final book and organized everything in her pack when her mother knocked softly on the door and asked if she could come in.
"Yep, it's fine, Mom. I just finished my homework," Melissa yawned, glancing at the clock to see that it was already past eleven. Her mother entered the room looking completely disheveled, her hair all askew, fluid she suspected was semen dribbling down the inside of her plump thighs, her cheeks flushed, and a very, very satisfied look on her face. "Wow," Melissa had to laugh in spite of herself, "If ever a woman looked well and truly fucked, that's you now, Mom."
"It was very nice, and everyone said to tell you they missed you," her mother smiled, her voice almost purring. "But they're all worn out now, so I left the three of them to sleep together in my bed. I thought, if you don't mind," she said hopefully, "I'd sleep with you tonight. After you tell me everything while I lick your cunt, of course," she clarified, her eyes gleaming.
"Of course," Melissa agreed with a knowing laugh. She stepped over to the bed and lay down on it, parting her creamy thighs invitingly, and putting one arm over her head in a sultry pose. "I'm all yours," she said throatily.
"Yes you are, my amazing daughter, my love," her mother murmured, "And don't you ever forget it. Now tell me," she commanded, lowering her face to Melissa's already oozing cunt slit. "Tell me everything!"
Much, much later as Melissa lay in her mother's arms in the darkened bedroom, her head on her mother's voluptuous bosom, both their bladders comfortably emptied from having pissed all over each other thoroughly, Melissa said, "Thanks, my lover. That was perfect, and just what I needed. And thanks again for being so cool and understanding about me wanting to keep on seeing Dad and fucking him. But I have to say, the one thing he said that really bothered me was when he said he was falling in love with me. I mean, I was flattered, but I don't feel that way about him, and I worry that he's going to get too attached, you know?"
"Yes, I do understand," her mother answered softly in the dark, "And I think you're right to be cautious, but it sounds to me like you handled it perfectly. And that's another good reason to limit your visits to once a month. If he starts to depend on you to be his entire love life, he's never going to move on the way he needs to. We'll just have to watch the situation closely from now on. And keep telling me everything, the way you just did," she urged.
"Oh, believe me, Mom," Melissa giggled, "The way you make me feel while I'm telling you, it almost made me want to start making shit up, just so you'd keep doing that."
"Hmm, well, I'll settle for the truth. Plus I don't think my poor tongue could go another round," her mother replied with an exaggeratedly complaining tone.
"Yeah, I'll bet not!" Melissa chuckled. "But you were totally amazing. I definitely owe you that back soon," she yawned. "Okay, sleep now. Good night, my mother, my incredible lover," she whispered, kissing her mother's large breast tenderly.
"Good night, my daughter, my amazing lover," her mother whispered back, kissing the top of Melissa's head with equal tenderness.
And within a minute, both redheads were fast asleep in each other's arms.