Unknown - Daughter in Heat

"Fuck me! Tell me more."

"After that, all fucks were witnessed. We fucked; she frigged off to it. When the fuck was over, and I got up, she'd pull the lips open to show us her sopping wet pussy and leaky fuck hole, showing us that she had an orgasm.

Your mother is a quiet cummer but a very wet cummer. She flows after a good cum. She'd then get down on her knees in a subservient pose with her hands behind her back and I'd wiped my cunt on her, mostly on her face and head, but anywhere I pleased. Sometimes, I'd just straddle her and let our fuck drip down her front. I might bend over with my ass in her face and settle my slit over her nose, letting our fuck drain over her mouth, flowing over the chin to run down her neck and into her dress, forcing her to breathe through her nose the entire time, breathing in the scent of a fresh-fucked cunt."

"Christ, and you still do that?"

"That's the way it has been since then. I've added a few things over the years, such as pissing and face fucking. The three of us still get together for a fuck.

We don't talk about it, we just do it, and when we do it, she's included. She has to arrange every fuck, but I determine the when, where, and terms. I deal only with her and that became the deal after the power play. When he wanted my pussy, he went to her.

She came to me, and I made her beg me to service her husband.

She was doing that months before a wedding date was set. She couldn't tell you a damn thing after that. She was not only a part of it, she instigated it, begged for it. Her biggest fear was that you'd find out."

"Amazing, fucking amazing.

Tell me about the wedding."

"When I told your father I wanted to say my vows with his cum running down my legs, he loved it, but then I explained that she had to assist by lifting my dress, removing my panties, guiding his cock in, and jacking him off in my cunt with my parents and a few close friends watching and filming. Fuck! I just remembered. My parents have that film.

I saw it again just last Christmas. You want proof, Jack? I've got proof.

Seeing is believing."

"Sue, I believe you, but I would love to see that film. You skipped over something."

"Yes. Your mother would have nothing to do with that fantasy wedding. She would never get involved in the sex, just watch, masturbate, and be abused afterward.

She wasn't happy about you marrying me, anyway, but to disgrace the ceremony and make a mockery of the wedding, forcing her to participate was an outrage, and to do it before an audience and be filmed was more than she could bear."

"But she did. You said she lifted your wedding dress."

"I'm not done. She also had to strip naked and masturbate after he got his nut, fingering my pussy while she did it, facing the camera with her legs apart while I remained bent over with my ass to the camera. She had to masturbate to orgasm, then prove it to the camera by pulling her cunt lips open, showing the flow from her hole, just like she did in the bedroom or wherever we fucked. It wasn't always in the bedroom and it wasn't always indoors."

"Don't tell me she did that."

"She did, and it's all on film, but she resisted. That's why the wedding kept getting postponed.

I refused to budge or alter my fantasy wedding one iota. As far as I was concerned, there would be no wedding without it, and I cut your dad off. He's the one that got her to come around, but he went without my pussy for eight weeks before he applied enough pressure to make her swallow her pride, strip naked, and masturbate in public, on film."

"Fuck. I have got to see that film."

"You'll see it tomorrow. I'll have my folks bring it. They'll think that's why they're coming.

They love showing that film. I'll say this for her. Once she made up her mind to go through with it, she didn't hold back or do it halfheartedly. She got down and dirty and put on a performance.

She not only fingered me, she masturbated me to orgasm and pulled my twat open for the camera. When the camera was on her, she used both hands. She did it forward, backward, on her belly, on her back. When it came time to show the proof, she proudly showed her cunt hole, then posed for stills for anyone wanting some and they all brought cameras. She assumed any pose they wanted and they soon had her posing under me with her tongue in my slit, and the film covered that action, too. Well, you'll see for yourself.

I'm spoiling it for you by telling too much."

"How many were watching?"

"They crowded a Sunday School classroom leaving us enough space to film in the center. I don't know, thirty, forty. They were mostly the swingers my folks knew, but Donna Cartwright was there. You remember my best friend, Donna, my maid of honor. My brother was there. Let me see. Who else would you know? Oh, shit! Your best man was there. He was one that stuck his dick in me and then came in your mother's mouth. Others came in me and their fuck dripped in her face, but I distinctly remember him pulling his dick out of my cunt and sticking it in her mouth.

I had a shitty view but you see her sucking and swallowing in the film."

"Larry did that?"

"Yeah, Larry. What ever happened to him? He was a good fuck."

"Jesus Christ. You fucked Larry Newcastle."

"I had to. He was your best man. I started fucking him on a regular basis as soon as I found out who the best man would be. I wound up fucking three guys because you kept changing your mind. In fact, my goal was to fuck every male in attendance, over a hundred, and I only missed a few. I wound up fucking thirty that never got invited. Guys were getting pussy off me by saying they were invited. Guys, you can't trust 'em."

"Fuck. What a slut. I knew you were a slut, but I never dreamed you were a slut that carried a mattress on her back wherever she went."

"I didn't carry it everywhere.

You are such an exaggerator. I've told you a million times not to exaggerate.

On the other hand, if it's fucks you meant, you weren't exaggerating. From the time I decided to marry you, I tried to be a slut for every eligible male. I fucked as much as I could as often as I could. Your parents helped. My parents helped.

Guys met in groups to get in on my trains. I know I took an average of fifty fucks a day for over eighteen months and on several occasions an official count was in three digits. 157 was my record. Jack, why did you marry a slut and make it so easy to cheat. I never pegged you for the type that got off on it."

"I wasn't. I'm still not. I'm just not the insecure type. I wanted the best looking and sexiest girlfriend. She just happened to be the school slut. I just happened to not give a fuck as long as I didn't have to see it or wait in any lines. I fell in love with her and married her slut ass."

Sue smiled and said, "Do you still love her even after she cut you off and wouldn't even let you get in line?"

"Yes, Sue, I still loved her.

She's just lucky my business demanded all of my attention and energy and sex and the desire for sex waned to the point where I was glad others were doing my messy domestic chores for me."

"I love you too, asshole."

Now, he smiled. He smiled and said, "You're still fucking Dad, I take it?"

"Yes, but not so much since they moved to Lake Livingston. When we get together, we fuck, yes."

"Does Mom still watch?"

"We don't fuck unless she arranges it. She calls at least twice a month, begs her ass off, and gets what she wants about one time in four. I usually make them come to me and you rarely know they were here. I guess we've fucked about six times in the past year."

"Are you shitting me, Sue?"

"Wait! What am I saying. We did it that many times just over Thanksgiving. A dozen is more like it. Ask Heather. She watched, too."

"What? My mother watched you fuck my father with Heather there? I don't believe it."