Ken Preston: More than a daughter

"You didn't mind when a guy who's blown it wanted back?" I asked Dolly.

"Mind?" Dolly ginned. "I was ready to rape him I was so hot. I took him in like a long lost friend and fucked him and fucked him all over the seat. This time I came. Oh! Did I ever! He pulled back and looked at me with something like respect, in his eyes. I sat up and caught my breath. It was so hot in that car, what with all of us panting and trying to screw like mad, I was sweating buckets. I sat there, saying nothing. Just waiting. All the guys sort of looked at each other in an embarrassed kind of way. They realized the girl they were going to teach a lesson had won the first round. I didn't really mind when the Number Two guy wanted to go again. He did better. Not good. But better. I'll admit it, I let the boys fuck me as much as they wanted to." It was a sweaty, messy session that didn't break up until it started getting light outside the fogged up windows. They helped me into my clothes and drove me back to town, putting me out of the car about three blocks from my house. I was so beat and so sore, now that the heat of battle had passed, I just sat down on the curb and cried. That's where Joan found me. She stopped to pick me up in her car, coming home from driving around aimlessly because she couldn't sleep. She knew at a glance that something pretty bad must have happened to me. Even though we were strangers, I found myself with my head on her shoulder and her arms tight around me while I poured out the whole story to her. She took me to her home, gave me hot coffee, a heavenly bubble bath and a hell of a lot of much-needed sympathy.

I got to thinking about how tender my pussy was after my first experiences with cocks. "Weren't you awfully sore? I mean, you took four different dicks right after you were gotten into your very first time!"

Joan spoke up. "You should have seen her poor little cunt! It was all puffed up and red and so touchy it was like a bride's pussy on her honeymoon! But you know, maybe it was because of what had happened to her just a few hours before, or because we felt such love for each other… but… well, Dolly woke up hotter than a two dollar pistol."

Dolly laughed, remembering that morning: "I'm afraid when I showed my sore pussy to Joan, I was looking for a bit more than sympathy. I didn't know her then, sexually, I mean, and I had never even once thought about sex with girls, but that morning it seemed so right that when she kissed me on my cunt, impulsively I grabbed her head and held her there a second or two too long. Her tongue sort of slipped out and brushed over my clitty and, well, we didn't get out of bed until late that afternoon."

It didn't take long for all of us to get bare-assed naked again. I looked around at the horny group of kids undressing in our family room and felt my pussy getting even more moist. Dirk and Allen had erections that looked like they just wouldn't quit. On a crazy impulse, both Joan and Dolly went into a strip tease for us, dancing their way out of their beautiful white dresses. We set up such a buzz of horny conversation it's a miracle my mom and dad didn't come downstairs to quiet us down. I figured our party was apt to be really noisy, what with the high voltage charge we all had built up, listening to our guests stories. I wondered out loud why we all didn't trek out to the house on the back of our property.

We surprised Teresa in the living room. I saw her face turn red, but not with shame, when she saw my brother's stiff cocks waving in the air. We introduced Joan and Dolly to her and told her they were cool. She smiled and shook hands, very formally, with both of them, her eyes taking in every curve and hollow of their young figures.

When Dolly and Dirk hit the sofa and Joan and Allen started screwing like mad on the love seat, Teresa looked at me and raised a questioning eyebrow. I put my arms around her, feeling my nipples stiffen as I remembered what had happened when she brought my breakfast up to me. She had no resistance at all to my hands undressing her, and she didn't mind when I pushed her down into a big old easy chair and draped her legs over the arms.

When my mouth settled on her warm pussy, she gave a shuddering sigh and joined our bunch of mad sex fiends very willingly. Her eyes flicked from watching her pussy being eaten to staring intently at my brother's cocks as they slipped in and out of two hot holes. I don't think she was sure enough of herself, with our gang, to really relax. Not just yet. She responded to my tongue teasing around on her clit with a whole series of almost continuous, tiny climaxes, building and building to the driving orgasm that I knew she would reach before too long.

Dolly was so active she needed more room to spread her strong legs. The rest of us followed suit when she and Dirk slid down to fuck on the thick shag rug. I looked up to see Teresa's lovely breasts being caressed by both Dolly and Joan's soft hands. That did it for Terry! She gave a shuddering moan and went into a wild climax that made both my brothers miss a beat. I stood up, pleased that she was one of our gang, now, and I knew she would be taken care of in every way.

With no objection from Dolly, Terry's hand found Dirk's stiff cock as soon as she recovered from her climax. She gripped him like a vise, rubbing her thumb over Dolly's clit and making Dirk stroke into Dolly's box with long, slow strokes that set her teeth on edge.

I wanted a cock of my own so badly I decided to go back to the big house and horn in on my mom and dad's fun time. Heck, they hadn't minded when I joined them on the lounge in the moonlight.

I detoured through the kitchen to grab some kind of a snack. To my joy, my father was raiding the fridge like a kid, himself. He was naked as me. When I saw that beautiful cock dangling out in the open, ready for warm hands to hold and stroke it, I forgot about being hungry for food. "Where's Mom?" I asked him, rubbing my breasts with my suddenly sweaty palms while I waited for him to choke down the last of a huge sandwich.

"She's upstairs, Deb. Taking a small break. I sort of needed one, too." I looked at his cock even more closely. It was swollen and red, and still about half up. I knew darn well that Mom had been trying to store up some memories to hold her until my father came back from his trip. He grinned at me and asked me, "How's your butt? Still tender? Honest, honey, I'm sorry about the spanking I gave you."

I hugged him real hard, standing naked in the kitchen with the man I wanted most in the world, pressing my wet cunt against his cock. "Daddy, I deserved every whack. I liked what happened after. Very, very much!" He smiled at me, remembering the fantastic fucking we'd had in my bed. His cock grew harder, in spite of his fatigue and its tender state. When I fell to my knees in front of him and pressed my face into his bushy hair.

"Daddy," I breathed. "Please lift it up and put it in my mouth. Please! I'll be very gentle, I promise." He held his cock in his hand for a second, and then lifted it to brush its swollen head across my parted lips. My tongue stole out and circled the very tip of his cock, teasing him into getting going again, with me. I hoped my mom would stay asleep for hours and hours.

When he was up full and hard as steel, I tugged him over to the solid round table in the middle of the floor and lay back on its hard top. I spread my legs wide, hooking my heels on the edge of the wood. I guided him straight into my wet hole. He felt so good in my I almost burst into tears of happiness. I grabbed my legs and held them high, peering down at his beautiful cock fucking me and fucking me, slowly and steadily, the tears in my eyes making his image all blurry. But the thrills of his strong tool urging my pussy to quiver and grip him hard were very sharp and very clear in my hot brain.