louisebstuff: She had been sleeping with her Father for months now. Leaving her husband, she had mov
louisebstuff: She had been sleeping with her Father for months now. Leaving her husband, she had moved in with him, craving to be close to him as much as possible, as near as possible. Now came something that used to be so mundane, but suddenly she felt as if she lost her balance. They didn’t know, of course. They couldn’t know. It was dangerous for them, if anyone knew. So for the night, they had decided she would sleep in the spare bedroom. So unnatural to her, after such a short time. She found herself contemplating this at times, during the evening, after the guests have arrived. It was a get together. A small party. He had invited his friends over. Couples and two single men. They were attractive, but her attention was solely devoted to him, apart from playing the part of a regular daughter and hostess. But there were these moments, when she thought about spending the night alone in that spare room. The spare room where none of her clothes were even stored in, a pretty obvious giveaway if you think about it. And she did think about it. She had caught the glances of one of the women, every once in a while staring at her. *Does she know?* *Does she suspect anything?* *Why does she keep looking at me like that?* Those were some of the thoughts anxiously roaming through her head. Then she thought she saw the woman biting her bottom lip. She wasn’t sure she had seen it, but there was something unusual there, nonetheless. She was so caught up in her thoughts suddenly that she hardly noticed the conversation had turned to focus on her. All of a sudden she heard her name. It was her father’s voice, it immediately got her attention and she turned to face in his direction. “Yes, she’s left her husband and moved in with her dad. Look at her, isn’t she hot?” Her eyes widened slightly as she heard him say the words, but despite her heart rate kicking up a notch, a small, almost unnoticeable smile formed on her lips. He was showing her off! She became aware of a tension filling up in the room. A certain ambience settling. There was an intensity there, and it was focused in her direction. The men, were nodding in agreement, the women staring quietly, intently. The lady who was staring at her before, was now licking her lips!! She was sitting on the carpet in front of the sofas, and her dress wasn’t very long. All of them looking at her, especially that woman, caused her to be very conscious of the fact that she had chosen not to wear any panties tonight. One of the men murmured almost inaudibly “You would, wouldn’t you?” “I would.” Another one stated for the whole room to hear, unabashedly. “Mmm… yes, definitely!” Her eyes now widened entirely. That was the last guy’s wife who had said that! People were shifting in their seats on the sofas looking at her. The staring lady intently looking at her. God, she was sitting on the sofa, right where she and her dad first let their animalistic primal urges go on each other!!! Her head was starting to spin, passion and lust filling her, along with a tang of fear. One of the guys had turned to her father. “You two, living here together, how can you keep your hands off her?” She focused on his face, fading out everything else. Gulping, she waited, wondering what he was going to say. A part of her, some kinky, deep, primal part of her, wanted him to tell them what they were really like! And then, as if by telepathy, he did. “Actually, I can’t.” His face was flushed and red, and he had to clear his throat because his mouth ran dry, but he had said it, nonetheless. “Dad!” She exclaimed, blushing. She felt naked, even more aware of her lack of panties, and she crossed her legs on the carpet, but a perverse satisfaction did creep up on her. She was growing hornier by the minute with all of the attention and with her dad’s confession in front of their guests. Something familiar began to happen. There was a noise. She could feel rumbling in her ears, blood rushing, and her own heartbeat. Her mind reeling and the rumbling in her ears clouding out most of everything, images rose of their ride home from the market, his hands between her legs, pounding his cock into her pussy in the garage before they even got out of the house, the look in his eyes. She suddenly thought about him eating her pussy out in the garden yesterday, bringing her to orgasm on trembling legs. She was becoming aware that she was absolutely dripping wet. If she stood up now, with no panties on, they would all see her juices running down the inside of her thighs! She was trembling, and then she heard him go on, almost in disbelief. “You couldn’t comprehend it if I told you.” He was saying. “I never thought this would happen, but this is an unstoppable force. We go for hours, we fuck everywhere we can and then some.” His voice adding to her trembling, and to her wetness, the rumbling in her ears grew louder and she felt as if on the verge of cumming, and he hadn’t even touched her! "It’s like my cock belongs inside her. We crave each other, every inch. We need to touch each other, to feel each other. When she has an orgasm, with me inside her, it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced.” He was describing the way they fucked, she couldn’t believe it! "And when I cum in her,” he continued, “it’s like a volcano erupting. A force of nature. It feels perfect. It feels like it’s where I belong.” By now she was unsteady, caught up her lust and her love for him, she felt as if it would only take a moment, a touch of his hand, not even on her clit, even just on her thigh, to send her to a screaming orgasm, right there. Shakily, she stood up, not caring anymore if they saw her wetness dribble down her legs. She felt just like they were having sex in front of his friends, like a voyeuristic experience unlike anything she’s ever known, and she’s known a thing or two. She was a sexual creature, and now it felt as if she was stretched to the edges of possible sexual thrill. As if there were a pleasure barrier that couldn’t be broken, and she was flirting with it. Even better - being made to flirt with it. Instructed to. Carried over it. She couldn’t contain herself any longer. She turned to him. Him, who she craved so much for right now. Not caring about anyone in the room, her instincts took over. “Oh GOD dad, I’m so wet!” She wanted to scream it but she ended up moaning it out. The guests were now clearly into it. The men were all tenting, there were moans and people touching each other. Someone chuckled at her outburst, then one of the women spoke up, but being so focused on her father she didn’t even notice which one. "Make her masturbate for us.” Hearing that she turned and saw that it was the other woman, not the one who had been looking at her. The woman was sitting on a couch between two men, her husband to her right. She was kissing the man on her left, her hands fondling both men through their pants… It seemed surreal, this couldn’t be happening. She turned back to her dad, looking deep into his eyes. She tried to express everything. She wanted him to fuck her and to hold her and to tell her it was all okay. She wanted to express her fear. She wanted to know what he was thinking. Deep down she knew, she would do whatever he told her to. And yet, he didn’t tell her to do anything. All he did was nod, freeing her to do whatever she wanted. He nodded, and what was a rumbling was now a churning in her ears. She sat in his lap, raised her skirt and furiously began to rub her clit. The wetness coating her entire hand, as she held on to his arm with her left hand, for stability and for courage, it was less than a minute before she began cumming on top of him. For the guests, it was a surprise, they didn’t expect her to squirt… After that, slowly, they all stood, and crept closer to her. She came, now it was their turn… -- source link