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Judith No. 1

Aus unserem Leben - Folge 05 (Papa - Das Gespräch)

Jetzt, da ich den Bericht fertig geschrieben habe (und es mir dabei zweimal gekommen ist), frage ich mich, ob der Titel "Das Gespräch" überhaupt noch zutreffend ist. Aber irgendwas mit dem Mund hat's schon zu tun!

Die Autorin

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Die Nacht von Freitag auf Samstag hatte ich ausgesprochen schlecht geschlafen. Harald und ich hatten noch schönen Kuschelsex gehabt und ganz im gegensatz zu mir, konnte er sich umdrehen und war nach wenigen Augenblicken eingeschlafen.

 

Ich war unruhig und mir stand der Samstag so richtig "bevor". Ich war mir wirklich unsicher, wie mein Papa über all das, was vorgefallen war, dachte. Er war immer ein gestandener Mann gewesen (wir man so sagt) und hatte mir und Mama immer dann Halt und Unterstützung gegeben, wenn wir es grbraucht haben. Er war nie Jemand gewesen, der seine Gefühle besonders gut zeigen konnte. Er war immer souverän und korrekt in seinem ganzen Wesen.  

 

In solchen Dingen war er eher in sich gekehrt. Umarmungen und andere Zärtlichkeiten nahm er zwar entgegen, man hatte aber immer ein klein bischen das Gefühl, es wäre ihm unangenehm. Von sich aus auf Jemanden zuzugehen und ihn/sie zu umarmen kam bei ihm nur vor, wenn es unausweichlich war (feierliche Anlässe usw.).

 

Ich hatte übrigens früher nie irgendwelche sexuellen Gefühle oder Gedanken in Bezug auf meine Eltern. Das wird sicherlich auch auf ihr recht konservative Einstellung zurückzuführen gewesen sein. Entsprechend haben sie mich auch erzogen. Ich kann mich nicht erinnern, meine Eltern jemals nackt gesehen zu haben und was mich angeht, mein Vater hat mich zuletzt in der Badewanne gesehen, da war ich 4 oder 5 und etwa mit 8 oder 9 meinte meine Mutter, ich wäre nun alt genug, dass ich mich selbst waschen könnte.

 

Meine Eltern waren einfach bis vor wenigen Wochen wirklich asexuelle Wesen für mich. Erst durch meine mentale Öffnung gegenüber sexuellen Beziehungen unter Familienmitgliedern, in erster Linie, wie ich schon an anderer Stelle erklärt hatte, zurückzuführen auf die Schilderungen meines Mannes über seine Beziehung zu seiner Tante, hat sich das geändert.

 

Dass wir meinen Papa aus der Reha abholen und nach Hause bringen würden, war schon lange abgesprochen. Meine Mutter hat keinen Führerschein und ihn mit der Bahn abzuholen, wollten wir ihnen, auch wegen dem Gepäck, dann doch nicht zumuten. Dass dieser kleinen Gefälligkeit jetzt so eine Bedeutung zukommen würde, war zu dem Zeitpunkt noch nicht absehbar.

 

Meine Gefühle im Vorfeld dieses Treffens sind nur schwer zu beschreiben. Ja, ich hatte alle meine Bedenken und Zweifel über den Haufen geworfen und hatte es getan. Ich hatte meinem Papa tatsächlich zweimal einen geblasen. Selbst wenn ich das hier noch einmal lesen, klingt es unglaublich. Ausgerechnet meinem Papa. Diesem zurückhaltenden nur selten Gefühle zeigenden asexuellen Wesen!

 

Es war wie eine Sucht gewesen. Es hatt sich über Wochen hin in mir entwickelt. Ich hatte mich, zusammen mit meinem Mann, immer weiter in diesen Gedanken hinein gesteigert. Ich bin schon immer sehr leicht erregbar gewesen und seit ich zum ersten Mal sexuelle Gefühle erfahren hatte, wollte ich es nicht mehr missen. Nein, ich würde mich nicht als nymphoman bezeichnen, denn dazu würde ja eine fast unbezähmbare Sucht nach Sex gehören. jedenfalls nach meinem Verständnis.

 

Ganz so schlimm ist es bei mir nicht. Wenn mein Mann, was vielleicht einmal im Vierteljahr vorkommt, auf Geschäftsreise gehen muss, fällt es mir schon schwer, abends. Auf seine Nähe, auf den Sex mit ihm zu verzichten. Aber es ist nicht so, dass ich es nicht ertragen könnte. Und wenn es denn gar zu schlimm wird, kann man sich ja immer noch selbst helfen.

 

Inzest ist für uns, für mich und meinen Mann, mehr und mehr zu unserem Fetisch geworden. Bei Harald war das, wie er nach seinem Geständnis (Tante) offen zugab, schon lange so. Er hat sich nur nicht getraut, dass auch mir gegenüber, ob meiner konservativen Eltern, einzugestehen. Da wir sehr oft Sex haben und das, trotz meiner konservativen Erziehung, durchaus nicht nur im dunklen, unter der Decke und in der Missionarsstellung, gab es bei uns auch vorher schon ab und zu den Austausch von Fantasien wenn wir im Bett waren und wir haben auch ab und zu kleine Rollenspiele ausprobiert.

 

Diese bekamen dann aber nach und nach immer mehr eine eindeutige Ausrichtung: Inzest. Angefangen mit Harald's Tante Margot (seine "Beziehung" aus Jungenjahren) weiteten sich unsere Fantasien immer weiter aus. Da sich Harald immer noch nicht getraut hat, es anzusprechen und ich mich nicht, es einzugestehen, spielte zunächst nur Haralds Verwandschaft in unseren Vorstellungen mit.

 

Seine Tante, dann seine (um 11 Jahre) ältere Schwester, schließlich auch seine Eltern. Wobei nochmal hervorzuheben ist, dass Haralds reale Inzest-Erfahrungen sich wirklich auf seine Tante beschränkten. Bis auch meine Eltern ins Spiel kamen, dauerte eine ganze Weile. Ich brauchte wohl meine Zeit, bis ich auch dafür bereit war. Aber dann war es gewaltig!

 

Zwischen Harald und mir hatte es sich inzwischen so eingespielt, dass wir an einem Tag in der Woche, meistens am Mittwoch (Donnerstags habe ich frei), einen Rollenspielabend machten. Dann blieb entweder das Licht in unserem Schlafzimmer aus, oder aber einem von uns Beiden würden die Augen verbunden. Und dann übernahm eine(r) von uns beiden die Rolle eines Verwandten. Ich spielte zu Anfang immer seine Tante, die den kleinen Jungen verführte. Dann habe ich einfach mal so getan, als wäre ich seine ältere Schwester und Harald ist total drauf abgefahren. Genauso, als ich plötzlich mal seine Mutter war.

 

Wirklich verstehen konnte ich erst, was da in ihm vorgegangen war, als er eines Abends mir die Augen verbunden hat. Das war zwar nicht das erste Mal, aber war bis dahin doch eher selten vorgekommen. Meistens war er dann sein Papa und ich seine Mutter und die beiden haben sich gegenseitig erzählt, was sie machen würden, wenn der kleine Harald zu ihnen ins Bett käme.  

 

An diesem Abend war das anders. Harald sprach plötzlich wie mein Vater. Mein Papa hat schon eine eigenwillige Art zu sprechen. Er fängt häufig Sätze an, bricht dann ab, als müsste er nachdenken, und setzt ihn dann nach einer Pause fort. genauso fing Harald jetzt an, mit mir zu sprechen. Nur dass die Sätze die er sprach, niemals aus dem Munde meines Papas stammen könnten.

 

Dieses Szenario machte mich so geil, wie schon lange nicht mehr. ich will sagen, das setzte noch einen oben drauf. Harald merkte das natürlich auch, wie ich dabei ab ging und von da an machten wir das immer wieder. Und irgendwann meinte Harald dann, als wir hinterher, schwer atmend, nebeneinander lagen, dass eigentlich mein Papa der einfachste Weg für mich wäre, tatsächlich einmal zu fühlen, wie das ist, Inzest auch zu erleben.

 

Die Saat war ausgebracht. Lehnte ich das zu Anfang noch kategorisch ab, konnte es mir selbst auch nicht wirklich vorstellen, bröckelte diese Mauer mit den folgenden Tagen und Wochen immer mehr. Wie gesagt, das war beileibe kein spontaner Entschluss. Das war ein Prozess, der sich über Wochen hin zog. Aber irgendwann musste ich nur noch an meinen Papa denken und schon wurde ich feucht zwischen den Beinen. Eine irre Vorstellung, oder?

 

Dabei ist er wahrlich kein George Cooney oder Richard Gere! Es war mir im Grunde auch völlig egal, wie er aussah. Wichtig war allein, er ist mein Papa!

 

Es kamen schließlich mehrere Faktoren zusammen. Man mag es Zufälle nennen, Schicksal, vielleicht haben wir uns da auch einfach nur gegenseitig reingeredet?! Bei der Fußball-WM, die Harald und mein Vater oft zusammen angeschaut haben, klang wohl irgendwann nach ein paar Bierchen (zuviel?) durch, dass sich bei meinen Eltern im Bett nicht mehr allzu viel abspielte und - was unsere Fantasie zu Höhenflügen einlud, dass mein Papa noch nie Oralsex gehabt hat.

 

Harald und ich finden beide kaum etwas geiler, als uns gegenseitig mit dem Mund zu verwöhnen. Wenn wir miteinander schlafen, nimmt das garantiert 2/3 der gesamten Zeit ein. Ich denke, ich kann für uns beide sprechen, aber wenn man uns vor die ultimative Wahl stellen würde, vaginal oder oral, würden wir uns beide für "oral" entscheiden.       

 

Ich weiß, ich schweife ab, aber mir ist es einfach wichtig, nicht nru einfach eine "hopp rauf, rein, runter, fertig!" Gechichte zu schreiben, sondern für mich ist auch Gefühl sehr wichtig. Manchmal nennt Harald mich (zärtlich natürlich) die Rosamunde Pilcher des Porno-Romans! Naja, Männer!

 

Ich möchte, dass man auch hinter die Kulissen des eigentlichen Aktes schaut und ich muss sagen, für mich machte es das manchmal erst richtig erotisch. Einen Sex-Akt beschreiben kann im Grunde Jede(r) mehr oder weniger. Das würde mir nicht genügen.

 

Doch nachdem ich jetzt beschrieben habe, wie ich da "reingeschliddert" bin, zurück zum eigentlichen Bericht.

 

Man kann es vielleicht mit einer Art Gerichtsverhandlung vergleichen, wo die Angeklagten, wie abgerissen und asozial sie auch immer lebten, fast immer im feinen Zwirn auf der Anklagebank platz nehmen. Kleider machen eben immer noch Leute. Auch heute noch. Deswegen habe ich auch nicht Jeans und Pulli (Freizeitdress), wie im Normalfall bei Familienbesuchen, die außerhalb von Silberhochzeiten und Ähnlichem sattfanden, angezogen, sondern meinen Business-Dress. Schwarze Stoffhose, weiße Bluse und dunkelgrüner Blazer ("Blazer", wie passend, oder? ).

 

Ich wollte gewappnet sein, wenn ich vor das hohe Gericht treten muss. So ähnlich hat es sich für mich wirklich angefühlt. Je näher der Samstag kam, um so mehr steigerte sich dieses unangenehme Gefühl in der Magengegend. Wer in der vergangenen Woche mit mir gechattet hat, mag es gemerkt haben. So wirklich locker war ich nicht!

 

Mir war richtig schlecht, als wir bei der Klinik auf den Parkplatz fuhren und ich hatte schon recht weiche Knie, als ich meinen Vater sah, wie er vor dem Eingang stand, die für ihn fast obligatorische Zigarette in der Hand, und nach uns Ausschau hielt.

 

Die Begrüßung fiel dann überraschend herzlich und fast unbelastet aus. Ich schaute meinem Vater immer wieder heimlich an, aber er machte einen normalen Eindruck auf mich. Soweit man das nach 3 Wochen Reha und weg von Zuhause sagen kann. Er hatte seine Papiere schon ausgehändigt bekommen und sozusagen schon ausgecheckt. Wir konnten also gleich aufbrechen.

 

Das Schlimmste für mich wäre gewesen, wenn Harald jetzt auch noch irgendwelche bürokratischen Hürden hätte nehmen müssen und ich wäre mit meinem Papa allein gewesen. So weit war ich einfach noch nicht. Aber zum Glück hatte sich dieses Worst-Case-Szenario ja nicht eingestellt.  

 

Das Gepäck eingeladen, bot ich meinem vater, nicht ohne Hintergedanken den Platz auf dem Beifahrersitz an. hinten auf der Rückbank fühlte ich mich aus der Schusslinie und hatte Zeit, mich etwas zu sammeln. Harald hat das wunderbar gemacht. Er machte konversation, so dass mein Vater garnicht auf den gedanken kam, sich anderen Dingen zuzuwenden. ich hatte wirklich keine Ahnung, ob er "das Thema" von sich aus anschneiden würde. Harald und ich habe uns oft Gedanken dasrüber gemacht und wir waren uns sicher, das es ihn mindestens genauso beschäftigen musste, wie mich. Was hatte er für einen Weg gefunden, damit umzugehen?

 

Nun sind Männer da vielleicht pragmatischer. Harald vermutete, dass mein Vater das ganze für sich vielleicht auf den Akt an sich, weniger die Personen reduzierte. So unter dem Motto, ok, ich habe einen geblasen bekommen! Geil! Was schert es mich, von wem! Hauptsache geblasen!

 

Kann man das? Mir fällt es ehrlich gesagt, schwer mich da hienin zu versetzen. Können Männer das? So etwas ausblenden? Also ich könnte es nicht, selbst wenn ich wollte. Ich würde immer das Gesicht meines Vaters vor mir sehen, oder an seiner Stelle, das Gesicht der Tochter, die ich großgezogen, auf den Knien geschaukelt, auch mal getröstet habe. Nein, ich könnte das niemals ausblenden! Ganz sicher nicht.

 

Wir würden, das hatte Harald schon vorher mit ihm abgesprochen, auf der Rückfahrt noch schön mit ihm Essen gehen. Zur Feier des Tages, wie er es nannte. da wir uns in der Gegend nicht auskannten, hatte Harald sogar über das Internet zwei oder drei etwas nett außerhalb von Ortschaften gelegene Restaurants herausgesucht. Mit Navi ist sowas heute ja kein Problem mehr. Wenn man die Anschrift hat, muss man nicht mehr suchen - und läuft als Frau nicht mehr Gefahr, veräppelt zu werden, weil man angeblich keine Karte lesen kann! Jetzt bekommt allenfalls unsere "Henriette" (unser Spitzname für die freundliche Dame im Navi) ihr Fett weg.

 

Die ersten Beiden hatten geschlossen (können Männer etwa das Internet nicht richtig bedienen? Retourkutsche!), aber das dritte hatte dann doch geöffnet. Es war nicht sehr voll und wir konnten uns einen ruhigen Ecktisch in ausreichender Entferung von der Theke aussuchen. Das Lokal hatte eine Schnitzelkarte, was bei uns immer passt!

 

Jetzt, nachdem ich mich nicht mehr aus dem Gespräch ausklinken konnte, wie noch im Auto, plauderten wir, eigentlich wie immer über alle möglichen Dinge, solange wir auf die Getränke und das Essen warteten. Beides kam sogar recht zügig an den Tisch und da zumindest Harald und ich aufgrund der besonderen Gemütslage, Zuhause nur Kaffee, aber kein Frühstück gehabt hatten, stürzten (übertrieben ausgedrückt) wir uns auf die leckeren Schnitzel.

 

Hätte man mich vorher gefragt, hätte ich steif und fest behauptet, ich würde keinen Bissen herunter bekommen. Das Gegenteil war der Fall. ich hatte wirklich Hunger! Selbst mein Vater sah mich erstaunt an. Und das Essen beruhigte mich anscheinend noch mehr. Oder wares einfach die Tatsache, dass mein Vater sich ganz normal verhielt? Keine vorwurfsvollen Blicke, kein falscher Ton.

 

Schließlich, unsere Teller waren blitzeblank, fasste ich mir ein Herz. 

"Papa, wir müssen reden!" Papa sah mich erschrocken an. Ich spürte, er hatte insgeheim damit gerechnet, dass so etwas kommen könnte, und fast schon etwas Hoffnung gehabt, dass er sich geirrt hatte. Hatte er nicht!

 

Wir taten uns sehr schwer. Etwas zu tun und darüber zu reden, zumal mit dem eigenen Vater, sind zweit grundlegend verschiedene Dinge, stellte ich sehr schnell fest. Ich merkte sehr schnell, wie unangenehm Papa die ganze Situation war und mit ging es genauso. Ntürlich wollte ich letztenendes wissen, wie er es empfunden hat. Dahinter stand natürlich die große Frage, was sich dadurch jetzt an unserem Verhältnis geändert hat. War ich noch immer seine Tochter? Bis jetzt schien alles normal, aber DAS stand immer noch irgendwie zwischen uns.

 

Ich machte immer wieder einen Vorstoß - zugegeben, ohne wirklich auf den Punkt zu kommen. Es ging einfach nicht. So frei ich mit Harald über alles reden konnte, ich hatte es einfach nie gelernt, das auch mit meinen Eltern zu tun. Ich hatte eigentlich eine viel größere Sperre / Grenze überschritten und bekam es jetzt nicht hin, darüber zu reden. Immer, wenn ich wieder einen Versuch machen wollte, hatte ich plötzlich einen Kloß im Hals. Ansehen durfte ich meinen Vater dabei schon garnicht.

 

Irgendwann war es Harald dann zuviel. Er hatte mir freie Hand gelassen und sich auch nicht eingemischt. Ich war einfach der Meinung, dass ich das selbst machen musste. Aber er erkannte auch, dass es einfach nicht ging. Typisch Mann (durchaus positiv gemeint) war er kein Freund von langem herumlamentieren. Er winkte die Bedienung heran, bestellte für mich einen Nachtisch: Mousse au Chocolat (Nervennahrung! Er kennt mich eben!).

 

Dann nahm er meinen Vater beim Ärmel und zog ihn hinter sich her, vor die Tür. Nein, nicht, was Ihr vielleicht denkt. Es gab natürlich keine blauen Augen. Er hat mit meinem Papa etwa eine Viertelstunde einen kleinen Spaziergang durch den angrenzenden Wald gemacht.

 

Als die beiden zurück kamen, hatte ich gerade den letzten Löffel von meiner Nervennahrung aufgegessen. Nicht, dass ich mich im Nachhinein an den Geschmack erinnern konnte! Aber als sie zur Tür herin kamen, begann ich zu ahnen, dass alles gut war. Sie lächelten! Beide!

 

Als Harald mir dann auch noch, hinter dem Rücken meines Papa's zuzwinkerte, war ich sicher. Mir fiel kein Stein vom Herzen, das war schon eher ein Mittelgebirge und ich hatte Angst, es könnte den Holzfußboden des Restaurants durchschlagen.

 

Ich stand - wie in Trance - auf und wir schauten uns an. Unsere Blicke trafen sich. Nur einen Moment. Und dann zog Papa mich in seine Arme. Ich fühlte mich mit einem Mal wie an meinem 10ten Geburtstag, als ich mein so heiß gewünschtes neues Fahrrad bekam (ja, solche Wünsche hatte ich damals).      

 

Die Bedienung muss schon etwas merkwürdig geguckt haben, wie wie uns da einfach nur in den Armen gehalten haben. Was sie wohl dabei gedacht hat? Aber Harald nutzte die Gelegenheit, unsere Zeche zu begleichen und als wir uns endlich voneinander lösten, schob er uns vor sich her, zum Auto.

 

"So, alles gut?" fragte er nur und gab mir einen Kuß. Ich konnte es nicht wirklich wissen, Niemand hatte ein Wort über die ganze Sache verloren, aber wie anders sollte ich die Reaktion meines Vaters sonst interpretieren? 

 

Als wir ins Auto stiegen, dirigierte Harald meinen Vater gleich auf die Rückbank. Etwas irritiert ging ich zur Beifahrertür, aber als ich sie gerade aufmachen wollte, um einzusteigen, zog mein Mann mich nach hinten und schob mich neben meinen Vater. Er grinste dabei über alle 4 Backen (wie man so sagt).    

 

Er fuhr los und kaum dass er die Ortschaft hinter sich gelassen hatte, drehte er sich kurz nach hinten, sah mich an, lächelte und sagte dann, "los, Küken! Tu es, Dein Papa wartet drauf!" Küken nennt Harald mich sonst nie, das war immer meinen Eltern vorbehalten. Vor allem meinem Vater. Von ihm hatte ich das übernommen (Kati ist unser Küken!)  

 

Ich bin rot geworden. Aber richtig. Und dann spürte ich, wie Papa einen Finger unter mein Kinn legte und meinen Kopf langsam anhob. So weit, bis ich ihm in die Augen sehen musste. Auch er lächelte.

"Dummerchen....," sagte er mit seiner tiefen Stimme, "...Du ahnst garnicht, wie glücklich Du mich damit gemacht hast!" Er sah mir tief in die Augen. "Ich war nur viel zu überrascht. Ja, auch schockiert im ersten Moment....," Sch..., seine berühmt, berüchtigiten Pausen, "und dann wart ihr weg und ich habe angefangen darüber nachzudenken. Habe mich gefragt, Warum??? Dann, was sage ich Deiner Mutter? Wir waren immer ehrlich zueinander. Sollte ich jetzt, nach fast 40 Jahren Ehe anfangen, sie zu belügen? Ist verheimlichen auch lügen? Kommen solche Sachen nicht doch irgendwann ans Tageslicht? Und immer wieder, warum? Warum?" Es sprudelte geradezu aus ihm heraus.

 

"Du willst es wirklich, hat Harald gesagt," er schaute mir tief in die Augen. Kein wirklich väterlicher Blick!

"Du ahnst wirklich nicht, wie glücklich Du mich damit gemacht hast," wiederholte er. "Deine Mama lehnt das völlig ab und insgesamt tendiert es zwischen uns im Bett eher gegen Null inzwischen." Plötzlich konnte Papa frei darüber reden. Was hatte Harald angestellt? Welchen Knopf hatte er da gedrückt?

 

"Eigentlich findet Sex für mich nur noch zwischen mir und meinen 5 Freunden statt..., " lachte er und zeigte mir die 5 Finger seiner rechten Hand. Ich konnte nicht anders und stimmte in sein Lachen ein. dann nahm ich aus einem spontanen Einfall heraus seine Hand.  

"Papa, ich liebe Deine 5 Freunde!" und dann nahm ich einen nach dem anderen machte mit meinen Lippen ein "O" und führte sie langsam hinein. Einen nach dem Anderen. Als seine Fingerspitze über meine Zunge streichelte, stellten sich mir die Nackenhaare auf. Ich nahm seine Hand und führte seinen Finger immer wieder hin und her, rein und raus.

In meinem Kopf schlugen meine Gedanken Purzelbäume. Harald saß immer noch vorne auf dem Fahrersitz und hatte sich zu uns umgedreht. Unsere Blicke trafen sich und er lächelte mich an. Ich konnte keine Spur von Eifersucht in seinem Blick entdecken. Wir hatten beide nie Grund zur Eifersucht gehabt in unserer bisherigen Ehe. Wirklich nie. Aber jetzt fing unser Leben an, sich zu verändern. Gewaltig zu verändern. Das war uns beiden bewußt. Wir hatten auch, zumindest ansatzweise, darüber gesprochen. Jedoch nie mit einem Ergebnis. Wir wußten beide nicht einzuschätzen, welche Auswirkungen diese Veränderungen auf uns haben würden.

"Möchtest Du es noch einmal tun?" fragte Harald mit sanfter Stimme. Ich konnte nur nicken. Ich schaute meinen Papa an und sah dieses Glühen in seinen Augen. Diesen Blick kannte ich von Harald nur zu gut. Auch mein Vater lächelte.
"Ihr seid mir schon ein Paar!" sagte er und strich mir eine Strähne aus der Stirn. Diese zärtliche Geste, sicherlich ohne Nachzudenken ausgeführt, war für mich erotischer, als sein Finger, der immer noch meinen Mund... fickte! Ja, ich empfand es jetzt so. Ich hatte meine Lippen fest um seinen Zeigefinger gelegt und er schob ihn immer wieder tief hinein. Er schmeckte salzig, erdig. Wie hatte sein Schwanz geschmeckt? Ich wußte es nicht mehr. Es war die ersten beiden Male so schnell gegangen und ich hatte mehr neben mir gestanden, als dass ich es wirklich bewusst erlebt hätte.

Ich war erregt. Sehr erregt. Ich spürte die Wärme, die Feuchtigkeit, die sich langsam in meinem Schoß ausbreitete. Und je erregter ich bin, um so mehr öffnete ich mich auch. Nicht nur körperlich, sondern auch mental. Harald kannte das, er hatte mich schon tausende Male so erlebt.
"Hat Mama das wirklich noch nie...?" ich schaute zu meinem Vater auf. Er schüttelte den Kopf.
"Nein, noch nie," sagte er und seine Stimme nahm einen fast traurigen Klang an, "ganz früher haben wir mal drüber gesprochen. Sie ekelte sich einfach davor und da ich Deine Mutter liebe, hätte ich sie nie dazu drängen können!" Er liebte Mama also noch immer! Und ich drängte mich zwischen die beiden. Für einen Moment flackerte dieser Gedanke in mir auf.

"Nein, Küken...," sagte mein Vater und der Kosename bohrte sich in mein Herz, "...keine Angst, du nimmst Deiner Mama ja nichts weg!" Er zog seinen Finger langsam und mit einem leisen Schmatzen aus meinem Mund. Es fühlte sich leer an. Unsere Blicke lösten sich nicht einen Moment voneinander, während Papa erst seinen Gürtel und dann seinen Hosenschlitz öffnete.

"Wenn Du wirklich willst, Küken.....!" sagte er sanft. Ich hatte einen riesigen Kloß im Hals mit einem Mal. Ich fühlte mich plötzlich wieder wie ein kleines Mädchen. Allein sein Kosename "Küken" für mich, löste dieses Gefühl aus. Ich sah mich wieder als 8- oder 9-jährige auf seinem Schoß sitzen. Noch völlig ohne Ahnung, worauf ich da saß!

 

Meine Hand wanderte wie von alleine an Papa's Bein entlang zu seinem Schoß. Plötzlich konnte es garnicht schnell genug gehen. Mein Hand wühlte sich in seinen Hosenschlitz. Durch seine Unterhose. Er war noch nicht hart, vielleicht ein klein wenig. mehr nicht.

"Verzeih mir, Küken, das ist alles noch so unwirklich für mich," sagte mein Papa, "gib mir etwas Zeit, mich an den Gedanken zu gewöhnen, ja!" Ich holte seinen Schwanz vorsichtig hervor, sah ihn mir an. Der Schwanz meines Papa's! Damit hatte er mich gezeugt, vor 35 Jahren! Allein der Gedanke, die Vorstellung, wie er im Mama eingedrungen sein musste, immer wieder! Und wie er schließlich in ihr gekommen war. Wie sein Sperma sich den Weg in ihre Gebärmutter gebahnt und dort nach dem Ei gesucht hatte. Mir stellten sich alle Härchen auf bei der Vorstellung!

 

Ich beugte mich hinunter und ließ meine Zunge zärtlich über seine noch geschlossene Vorhaut gleiten. Es fühlte sich weich und runzelig an. Mit 2 Fingern zog ich ganz langsam die Vorhaut zurück. Seine Eichel, noch nicht prall und glatt, wie ich sie schon zweimal gespürt hatte, sondern auch noch faltig und spitz. Ich ließ meine Zungenspitze liebevoll damit spielen. Mit zwei Fingern drückte ich auf die Eichel bis sie sich spaltete und den Blick in ihr innerstes freigab. Da bin ich her gekommen. Von da drinnen kam der Samen, mit dem ich gezeugt wurde! Meine Zungenspitze versuchte dort einzudringen. Natürlich war sie zu groß. Aber Papa stöhnte auf.

 

Unter meinen Fingern spürte ich, wie sich Papa's Schwanz nun doch nach und nach mit Blut füllte. Ich war so verdorben, ich war so geil! Meine Hand glitt zwischen meine Beine. Nur gut, dass ich extra noch eine Einlage genommen hatte. Ohne diesen Schutz würde ich mich schon jetzt nicht mehr unter Menschen trauen können!

 

Ein Auto fuhr langsam vorbei. Auf den Parkplatz. Ich hoffte, dass man uns von draussen hier auf der Rückbank nicht sehen konnte. Zumindest mich nicht. Nicht dass man uns noch wegen Erregung öffentlichen Ärgernisses anzeigen würde. Was für merkwürdige Gedanken einem doch in solchen Ausnahmesituationen durch den Kopf gehen.

 

Papa' s Schwanz richtete sich langsam auf. Unsere Blicke trafen sich erneut. Nichts würde zwischen uns je wieder so sein, wie früher! Er sagte nichts, sah mich nur an, aber ich spürte, dass er das gleiche dachte. Wir hatten uns darauf eingelassen, er hatte sich darauf eingelassen. Alles würde anders sein! 

 

Er wuchs in meiner Hand. Bei den ersten beiden Malen hatte ich das nicht so richtig wahrgenommen. Es war mehr wie ein Rausch gewesen. Jedenfalls für mich. Wie Papa das empfunden haben musste, konnte ich mir nicht einmal ansatzweise vorstellen. Dieses Mal wollte ich es sehen, es fühlen, es schmecken, alles! Es war für mich zum dritten Mal wie ein erstes Mal. Ich fühlte mich ein klein bischen wie ein Schiffbrüchiger, der nach Tagen zum ersten mal wieder Land sieht. Keine Ahnung, wieso ich in dem Moment gerade auf so einen Vergleich kommen konnte?!

 

Er wuchs, er wurde steif. Ich hielt seine Eichel in meinem Mund, zwischen meinen Lippen und ich schaute immer noch hoch zu ihm. Ich wollte sehen, wie erregt er war! Sein Mund stand leicht offen und sein Brustkorb hob und senkte sich unter seinen heftigen Atemzügen. Für einen Moment bekam ich Angst, sein Herz könnte aussetzen. Aber die Ärzte hatten ihm ein starkles Herz und einen gesunden Kreislauf attestiert. Meine Zunge umspielte jetzt eine glatte, pralle Eichel und das Zucken von Papa's Schwanz in meinem Mund sandte heiße Wellen durch meinen Körper.

 

Als Papa mir mit der Hand durch meine Haare ging, so wie er es schon früher, als ich noch sein kleines Mädchen gewesen war, immer gern gemacht hatte, schloss ich die Augen. Für einen Moment konnte ich kaum noch atmen. Sein Schwanz wuchs in meinem Mund. Man denkt in solchen Situationen ja irgendwie auch irrational. Wieso war seine Eichel schon so prall und erst dann wurde sein Schwanz immer länger?! Er wuchs und er wurde richtig hart! Hart und heiß und er zuckte in meiner hand. ich hielt ihn fest umschlossen und schob seine Vorhaut jetzt ganz zurück.

 

Ich hatte ja genug Übung, um zu wissen, wann es schmerzhaft werden würde. An dem Punkt angelangt, schaute ich kurz zu ihm hoch. Er hatte die Augen geschlossen, aber es sah nicht aus, als würde es ihm weh tun. Ich ließ meine Zunge ein paar mal seine Eichel umkreisen, zwirbelte dann an dem kleinen Bändchen an der Unterseite. Sein Stöhnen war wie ein Geschenk für mich! Dann ließ ich meine Lippen weiter an seinem Schaft hinunter wandern.  Nahm meinen Kopf dann wieder zurück bis die spitze seiner Eichel wieder an meinen Lippen lag. Dann suchte ich seinen Blick.

 

"Tu Du es, Papa," krächzte ich. Meine Stimme versagt fast. Die Aufregung! Papa öffnete die Augen und sah mich an. Was war das in seinen Augen? Liebe? Erregung? Lust? Erstaunen? Unsicherheit? So hatte er seine Tochter noch nicht erlebt. Sich vielleicht noch nicht einmal vorgestellt?! 

 

Ich griff nach seinen Händen, legte sie mir auf den Kopf. Ich hatte meinen Teil getan, ein inners Gefühl sagte mir, dass auch er jetzt diesen Schritt vollziehen musste. Diese Grenze überschreiten. Erst dann wäre es vollkommen!

"Bitte Papa!" meine Stimme krächzte immer noch und meine Lippen verließn nur so lange wie eben notwendig seinen Schwanz, "Bitte nimm mich! Nimm meinen Mund!" Für einen Moment starrten wir uns in die Augen.

 

"Wir sollten das nicht tun...," sagte er kaum hörbar. Dann spürte ich, wie seine Hände sich hinter meinen Kopf schoben. "Aber ich kann nicht anders! Verzeih mir!" mit diesen Worten drückte er meinen Kopf herunter. Ich öffnete meine Lippen einen kleinen Spalt. ich weiß nicht, wie ich darauf kam, aber ich wollte jungfräulich für meinen Papa sein. Eng und jungfräulich. Sein Schwanz drückte gegen meine Lippen, öffnete sie langsam, drängte meine Zähne auseinander. Ein erster Widerstand schien überwunden, als seine Eichel in meinen Mund flutschte. Sie war hart und weich zugleich.

 

Aber der Druck seiner Hände ließ nicht nach. Er hatte die Finger ineinander verschränkt, so wie er sonst gern in seinem Sessel saß, zurückgelehnt und die Hände auf seinem kleinen Bäuchlein verschränkt. Nur dass sich in diesem Fall zwischen seinen Händen und seinen Bauch noch sein Schwanz und mein Kopf befanden. Es war alles so surreal.

 

Mein Blick fiel nach vorne auf den Fahrersitz. Harald hatte seinen Gurt gelöst und sich so weit es ging, zu uns nach hinten gewandt. Seine Hose war offen und, wer konnte es ihm verdenken, seine hand glitt an seinem Schwanz auf und ab. Mit großen Augen sah er auf das, was da auf der Rückbank des Autos vor sich ging.

 

Ich hatte Papa's Eichel in meinem Mund und meine Zunge spielte damit. Als ich für einen kurzen Moment anfing zu saugen, stöhnte mein Vater laut auf. Der Druck seiner Hände wurde stärker. Nicht kräftig, man merkte ein bischen seine Unsicherheit. Immer noch. Aber so, dass ich es spürte. Ich lockerte ein klein wenig die Umklammerung meiner Lippen und ganz langsam schob sich der Schwanz weiter in meinen Mund hinein.

 

Das Gefühl auf meiner Zunge, wie er immer weiter hinein glitt, muss ich wohl nicht beschreiben. Jede(r) die das schon einmal erlebt hat, weiß, was ich damit meine. Sobald er einen leichten Widerstand verspürte, war der (sanfte) Druck seiner Hände mit einem Mal verschwunden. Nein, er hatte sich trotz allem im Griff. Er versuchte, sich unter Kontrolle zu behalten. So gut kannte er mich eben - noch - nicht!

 

Ich rutschte etwas tiefer mit meinem Kopf. Noch waren ein paar Zentimeter übrig. Noch hatte ich nicht das kitzeln seiner Schamhaare in meiner Nase. Ich hörte Haralds stöhnen, er ahnte, was kommen würde. Er hatte es oft genug genossen. Hatte es mit mir oft genug geübt. Nicht weil er es wollte, sondern weil ich ihn darum gebeten hatte. Schon vor einigen Jahren, als wir noch lange nicht so offen waren und miteinander umgingen, wie jetzt. Aber als ich meine - nennen wir es Vorliebe - für oralen Sex entdeckt hatte.

 

Ich rutschte etwas tiefer, weil mein Kopf dann mehr im Nacken lag und der Winkel besser war. Dann legte ich eine Hand auf seine, die immer noch in meinen Haaren herumwuschelten, und drückte. Das war mehr symbolisch, weil ich wollte, dass er es ganz bewußt mitbekommt. Mein Geschenk heute an meinen Papa. Auch als Ausdruck dafür, wie er letztlich reagiert hatte und dass nun wieder alles gut war.

 

Ich schluckte, das, zusammen mit dem leichten Druck, reichte schon aus. Im ersten Moment, wenn der Schwanz - bisher ja nur Haralds - an das Zäpfchen stößt, löst auch bei mir immer noch einen leichten Würgereiz aus. Aber das ist nur ein kurzer Moment. Durch das schlucken, hatte ich festgestellt, lässt dieses Gefühl sofort wieder nach.

 

Papa stieß eein tiefes und lautes Grunzen aus, als auch die restlichen Zentimeter seines Schwanzes in meinen Mund hinein fuhren. Seine Eichel drang, leicht zusammengequetscht, in meinen Rachen ein. Wenn der kurze Würgereiz nachließ, liebte ich dieses Gefühl über alles. Haralds Schwanz war noch ein klein wenig länger, wie der von meinem Papa. Dafür hatte Papa, das hatte ich schon vorher festgestellt, eine ziemlich dicke Eichel. Um einiges dicker, als der Schaft. Und genauso fühlte sich das auch an.

 

Für ihn musste sich das anfühlen, als würde sein Schwanz in eine Jungfrau eindringen. Soweit man sich als Frau da überhaupt hineinversetzen kann. Ich kann mir nicht einmal ansatzweise vorstellen, wie das ist, so ein Organ, also einen Schwanz, zu haben. Ich würde gern mal für einen Tag mit Harald tauschen. Ehrlich!

 

Papa's Schwanz steckte ganz in meiner Kehle. Er grunzte und schnaufte. Und ich stand in hellen Flammen. Ich glühte innerlich. Meine Nase vergraben in seinem Schamhaar und seine Hoden drückten gegen mein Kinn. Ich zog mich ein Stück zurück und nahm ihn dann wieder ganz auf. jetzt merkte ich das Zäpfchen, obwohl er aus meiner Kehle heraus glitt und wieder hinein fuhr, garnicht mehr. Zu Anfang, die ersten Wochen war das noch anders gewesen. Teilweise sehr unangenehm. besonders wenn Harald dann richtig angefangen hatte, mich zu ficken. Aber mit der zeit hatte es sich gegeben. Jetzt war es nur noch geil!

 

Durch Druck auf seine Hände versuchte ich Papa zu verstehen zu geben, dass ich ihm die Initiative überlassen wollte. Nach ein paar Mal verstand er. Ich spürte sein zögern trotzdem. Aber ich drängte ihm meinen Kopf immer wieder entgegen. Bis er verstand. Noch vorsichtig, unerfahren eben, nahm Papa meinen Kopf und schob seinen Schwanz hinein. Zog ihn zurück, zuerst nur ein kleines Stückchen, drückte ihn wieder hinein. Ich hatte das Gefühl, zu explodieren.

 

"Oh Herrgott...., Küken! Oh..., ohh!" keuchte er. Immer wieder. Und ich spürte, wie sich seine Erregung mehr und mehr steigerte. Seine Stöße wurden länger, ausholender, kräftiger. Und ich hielt dagegen. Wie bei einem richtigen Fick schob ich mich jedem seiner Stöße entgegen. Ich fühlte mich total verschwitzt auch das atmen stregte natürlich mehr an.

 

Papa hatte seinen Rythmus gefunden. Er keuchte und stöhnte und ich hatte das Gefühl, es gäbe keine schönere Musik für meine Ohren. Ich liebte dieses Stoßen. Ich hatte einen orgasmus. Es kam mir. Wie aus heiterem Himmel explodierte es in mir. Ohne dass ich mich berührt hätte. Ich hatte mich, soweit das auf dem Rücksitz in dieser Haltung möglich war, an den Polstern gerieben, aber mehr auch nicht. In meiner Extase (so musste man es wirklich nennen), schob ich meine Nase fest gegen Papa's Bauch. Sein Schwanz, seine Eichel rutschte noch einen Zentimeter tiefer in meinen Hals. Ich hatte meine Bewegungen in meiner Erregung nicht mehr unter Kontrolle und mit einem Mal keuchte auch mein Papa laut auf.

 

Und dann schoss es heiss in meinen Hals. Das mit dem "heiss" ist nur Einbildung, aber eine schöne! Jedenfalls spritzte sein Sperma in meinen Hals. Einen Spritzer spürte ich, dann schien es nur noch aus seinem Schwanz hervor zu quellen. Harald spritzt auch nur selten richtig. bei ihm kommt zwar eigentlich recht viel, aber tatsächlich spritzen, wie man es in manchen Filmen sieht, das ist wirklich selten. Bei meinem Papa schien es ähnlich zu sein. Aber ich spürte, wie es ihm kam. Am meisten daran, wie es seinen doch recht kräftigen Körper geradezu durchschüttelte. Unkontrollierte Zuckungen nennt man das wohl. Aber mir war es, kurz zuvor, ja nicht besser gegangen.

 

Langsam zog Papa sich aus meinem Mund zurück. Für einen Moment, als seine Eichel meine Kehle verließ, fühlte es sich leer an. Meine zunge, als die Eichel darüber hinweg strich, versuchte noch etwas von dem Sperma, dem Geschmack zu erhaschen. Die Berührung, Reizung ließ meinen Papa erneut aufstöhnen. Dieses Stöhnen von ihm zu hören, löste ein Glücksgefühl in mir aus, das wie ein Kitzel war. Kaum war sein Schwanz aus meinem Mund gerutscht, fing ich an zu lachen. Ich konnte einfach nicht anders. Ich krabbelte an meinem Papa hoch und umklammerte ihn, wie ich es zuletzt vielleicht mit 7 oder 8 gemacht hatte.

 

Er legte seine Arm um mich und drückte mich fest an sich.

 

"Ach, mein Küken...!," seufzte er.                                

Bilder für's Kopfkino (Folge 05)

Schockiert!

Ich war schockiert, als ich, mein Matheheft in der Hand, ins Wohnzimmer kam und Opa total nackig vor Mama stand und sie sein "Ding" im Mund hatte!

WWW: A whole Day for Myself

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Bilder für's Kopfkino (Folge 04)

 Ein ganz besonderer Abend

Ich weiß nicht, was in meine Eltern gefahren war, als sie an diesem Abend plötzlich anfingen, sich im Wohnzimmer, und noch dazu vor mir, auszuziehen. Ich hatte meine Mam nicht mehr nackt gesehen, seit ich klein war und sie mit mir gebadet hat.
Dann fingen sie an, vor mir rumzumachen und als mein Paps fragte, ob ich nicht mitmachen möchte, wäre ich fast in meiner Hose gekommen. Ich hatte noch nie mit einer Frau geschlafen vorher, nicht mehr als mal im Kino unter den Pulli gefasst und jetzt wollten meine Eltern, dass ich mit ihne Sex habe!

WWW: Karen's Drinking Problem

My girlfriend Karen had a drinking problem but I didn't mind. She liked to
drink to the point of passing out almost every night of the week. None of
her coworkers or family knew this of her because she only did it when we
were home alone.

I didn't mind because she kept our home clean, usually cooked a decent meal
for us and liked to have vigorous sex just before passing out for the
night. She was a great lay and had no objections to trying new things. We
had tried everything we could imagine from anal to bondage to cross
dressing. We loved it all if it ended in orgasms.

She had a nice tight pussy that she kept shaved clean, a nice lean waist
and a great looking ass. Her breasts were those C cups that just about
stood up and saluted. Yes, she was cute, had a killer body and loved any
kind of sex. She was not your average 25 year old woman.

What usually happened was when she was about as drunk as she was going to
get she would get down in front of me, pull my pants off and give me head
until I was good and hard. Then it was up to me to direct her to which ever
way I wanted to please her.

Our favorite positions were doggy style, missionary or 69. Meaning that
sometimes I'd just give it to her hard and fast bent over the back of the
overstuffed couch with her feet off the ground, sometimes on her back with
her feet over my shoulders and sometimes with us munching each other 69
fashion. We strayed from these three all the time but these were the ones
we liked the best.

I always had to make sure I got off first if we 69'd or she would pass out
without pleasing me. She had a habit of biting down on my cock if she was
coming while sucking me. She did a great job sucking me when drunk and she
loved to make a show of swallowing it all. She really seemed to like it but
maybe it was because I did a good job on her at the same time. Me, I just
love munching on a shaved pussy. I always made sure she had 3 or 4
screaming orgasms before she would pass out for the night.

The few times when she did come first, she would pass out right on top of
me. I would have to slide out from under her and carry her to bed and
finish fucking her on the edge of the bed. She didn't mind because she
wanted to make sure I was taken care of. She was one of the few women that
understood that the way to a mans heart is through his cock.

Once in a while she would want to switch and have me eat her out after
fucking her doggy style. The first time I wasn't sure about it but after
that time it didn't bother me at all. It actually seemed to taste better
with my cum in there. You can't let a little thing like that bother
you. Hell, we'd licked each others asses, feet and every other inch of each
others bodies, what was a little cream added to it. She loved me and never
tried to make fun of me for it. It was just another variation for us.

I came home from work one day to find that Susan, her coworker, had left
her dog Ace there for the week. She had to go out of town on short notice
and needed a dog sitter. Karen volunteered without ever seeing the
dog. Well, when Susan brought him over to drop him off Karen saw he was a
big male Rottweiler. She was a little worried at first but we found that he
was a big baby and got along with us just fine.

We played with him on the floor and played fetch with him in the back
yard. When we came back in the house Ace ate then laid in a corner and
slept. He must not have been used to that much activity.

After dinner Karen started drinking her gin and tonic while we watched some
TV. In a couple of hours she was feeling no pain and came over to me gave
me a big wet kiss while rubbing my crotch. She unzipped my pants and pulled
them and my underwear off my legs. She pulled her blouse and bra off and
started rubbing her tits up and down my cock. Every time my cock head would
show above her tits she would give it a big lick. Then she slid down and
started a slow rub with her hands while sliding her face all around my
crotch. By this time I was hard as steel.

She started to suck slowly up and down and all around my hard cock, even
taking my balls into her mouth one at a time. Once and a while she would
deep throat me getting me close to the edge but not letting me go
over. When she thought I could last no longer, she stopped. This time she
told me she wanted my tongue in her box. She was in the mood for munching
and wanted to swallow my cum. She told me she was going to ride my face.

We rolled to the floor and got into position with her on top of me. She
liked me to put a big pillow under my head so she could grind my face
better. She was so drunk that she almost kneed me in the head. She started
sucking me so hard I thought she would pull the head of my cock off. I had
no idea what had got into her. I licked and sucked her from asshole to
navel. She was going wild. She was creaming all over my face and I was
eating it up. I loved the taste of her cream. I didn't know what was
fueling this fantasy but I was with her as long as I could hold on.

I was closing in on my orgasm and could tell Karen was too when I noticed
that Ace had got up and moved close to us. He was close enough to smell
Karen's sloppy wet pussy. He was sniffing the air about a foot away from
Karen's ass. He was inching closer and I wasn't sure what to do. I was so
close to coming that I didn't want to stop, no matter what Ace had in mind.

Ace kept inching closer as I inched closer to my orgasm. I could see that
his rather large cock was showing . It looked red, wet, about 7 inches long
and fatter than mine. It was hypnotizing me swaying underneath
him. Apparantly the smell was exciting him.

I moved to concentrate on Karen's clit and Ace moved right in and gave
Karen a tentative lick. Then he licked her from where I was working to her
ass hole. Karen was jumping to his licking. I wasn't sure if she had any
idea what was happening but I could tell she liked it. Every time Ace would
lick her pussy she would suck hard on my cock.

Just as I was closing in on what seemed like an extra good orgasm Ace
stepped over us and started humping. His cock was just above my face poking
around looking for a home. It was hitting me in the face and her all over
her ass. I thought for a moment that he was going to poke her in the ass
hole.

As Ace's cock got closer and closer to Karen's pussy I lost it and started
cumming. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth to cry out my pleasure when
somehow Ace lined up and his cock slid right into my mouth. He slammed in
deep almost choking me with his thrusting. He quickly started fucking my
mouth half choking me. I was powerless to stop him because I was cumming
hard as ever. I couldn't escape because Karen was holding me in place with
her grinding crotch. She was trying hard to cum with me.

Luckily my orgasm subsided and I was able to get Ace's cock out of my
throat and get some air. He quickly found another home for it. He
immediately jammed it up Karen's pussy and proceded to hammer away. He held
on tight to both our sides. Karen was moaning like wild and grinding my
face hard with her crotch and Ace's cock. I was sucking hard on her clit
while Ace's cock was riding the side of my nose as it slid in and out of
Karen's pussy. His balls were banging up against my forehead.

Ace was jack hammering Karen and she started having orgasm after orgasm. I
could see a bulge on the bottom of Ace's shaft that was getting bigger and
it was getting closer to Karen's hole. I watched as it got much bigger and
rammed in and out of Karen's hole before staying in. Karen was coming non
stop and wearing out my face. I did my best to help her out by sucking her
clit and while I was at it I couldn't help but lick Ace's cock. It was
right there and there was no way to lick Karen without licking Ace.

Ace finally pulled up tight and stopped thrusting and Karen came long and
for her last time. I waited but Ace didn't pull out. He just stood there. I
was trapped under both of them. His balls were practically in my eyesI kept
licking Karen's clit but there was no response. She had passed out. Laying
there under them I watched Ace's cock pulse into Karen. I knew he was
coming. He came for longer than I thought was possible. I was envious of
him. I gave him a few licks and sucked on karen's clit while I waited for
Ace to pull out.

After about ten minutes of laying under them Ace started trying to pull
out. I watched amazed as her pussy stretched out wide as he pulled what was
left of the knot and his shrinking cock out of Karen. What I wasn't ready
for was the flood of his cum that he had dumped inside. My mouth was open
and my eyes were on his knot as I watched it withdraw so his cum spilled
straight into my mouth almost drownding me. I reflexively swallowed to keep
from choking. The taste wasn't that bad, a little different than mine.

By this time I was excited all over again. My cock was as hard as ever. I
rolled Karen off of me and I laid her across the big pillow that I had been
laying on. I was in the mood for a little doggie myself. I moved in behind
her and slipped my cock into her sloppy hole. I started a slow steady
stroke. I was going to take my time because after my first cum it takes me
a while to work up to a second one.

Ace had stretched out her pussy and there wasn't enough friction so I
thought I would try her ass. I'd never fucked her ass while she was out so
I wasn't sure how it would work out. I pointed my slippery cock at her ass
crack and slowly slid it in. It slid in without too much effort. I slowly
started to stroke in and out making sure to not hurt her. Fucking her ass
while she was passed out was not too bad. It was nice and snug and warm

After about ten minutes of this I was feeling that good feeling deep down
inside me as my orgasm slowly approached. I was leaning over her playing
with those tits I love so much while I fucked her faster.

Just as I felt my cum racing up my cock Ace hopped on my back and started
humping. I tried to shake him off but I was way too far along to stop and
fight him off. He hit his mark and jammed into my ass mercilessly. The pain
was incredible but added something great to my ongoing orgasm. I had never
cum this hard in my life. The pain went away quickly and was replaced by
much pleasure. It felt like his cock was adding ten inches to mine fucking
Karen's ass. I could feel my ass clamping his cock as my cock pulsed. If
you've never had something in your ass when you were cumming then you don't
know what you are missing. It adds something incredible.

I felt like I couldn't stop cumming as long as Ace was humping me. Finally
Ace stopped humping and I stopped cumming but I felt a new feeling. I could
feel him cumming in my ass but along with it was an extreme full
feeling. Then I remembered the knot. I reached back and couldn't feel
it. Damn, it was inside me. I was stuck with Ace's cock in my ass and mine
in Karen's ass.

This was something new. I couldn't believe that Ace had fucked my mouth and
ass both in one night. I had never imagined doing anything like this and I
thought I had a good imagination. Animals just were never part of it before
but they were now.

Eventually Ace pulled out of my ass with some effort and pain for me. He
cleaned us both up before going to his corner for the night.

I carried Karen to bed and we both slept great. The next morning she asked
what happened last night as her ass was sore. I played dumb and kidded that
maybe Ace had his way with her when I went to the bathroom. She just looked
at me like I was crazy.

Later that day when Karen was getting drunk again she told me tonight she
wanted me to be on top of the 69 this time. This worried me because I
didn't know what she would do if Ace approached us again.

After we were undressed and playing around on the floor I got on top with
my cock hanging down in her face while I started working on her pussy. She
was sucking me lovingly and doing a great job. Every so often she would
deep throat me nearly sending me over the edge.

I was getting into it and closing in on my orgasm when I felt Karen stiffen
up. I thought she was starting to cum so I worked harder to help her cum
along with me. What I didn't know was Ace was closing in on me. Karen saw
him and was about to tell me but when I sped up my work on her, she closed
in on her orgasm and couldn't speak.

Ace had some great timing because right when I started cumming he jumped on
me and hit home on the first stroke. I about choked Karen trying to get
away from him. He held on tight and I couldn't get away. I finally gave up
and gave into the feeling. Karen came right along with me. She humped up
off the floor trying to grind against my face like never before. She was
screaming with my cumming cock in her mouth. I was cumming non
stop. Finally I could feel Ace shove his knot in me, hold me tight and
start cumming himself. I could feel him swelling in my ass as he
came. Karen kept sucking and cumming herself.

When Karen was done she slid out from under us and sat there in awe of what
she had seen. There I was with Ace on my back, his cock imbedded in my ass
and my still hard dripping cock hanging down. All of this seemed to sober
up Karen.

I asked her why she didn't warn me. She wanted to know if this is what
happened to her last night, and if it was, why I didn't warn her. I told
her it was and I didn't have time to warn her. She told me she was so
wasted last night that she wasn't sure if it was a dream or for real. All
she remembered was that something was fucking the hell out of her and it
felt great. She didn't remember anything that happened after she passed out
though.

When Ace jumped off my back and he stood ass to ass with me, Karen's eyes
got real big. She wanted to know what was wrong. I explained about the
knot. She didn't remember being stuck with him.

She watched and waited until he pulled out. She was so turned on that she
immediately stuck her tongue in my ass and lapped up the doggy cum that was
running out. I rolled over onto my back and she laid beside me and stroked
my cock while kissing me with the dog cum taste still in her mouth.

We made out for a while and then she moved down to suck my cock. She was
doing a great job on me but I noticed that she had her ass jacked up in the
air shaking it back and forth. I spun her around into a 69 and started
sucking on her clit. She still kept her ass up in the air making me reach
up to get to her.

We were both getting close to cumming when Ace got into the action. He
jumped up on Karen and started humping. I didn't see him coming and he
shoved me into her pussy. I dropped down and waited for Karen to tell me
what to do. She obviously had to know this time.

Ace was having trouble hitting the spot and Karen was moving around trying
to help. Finally she asked me to help him. I reached up and guided him to
rub against her clit and she groaned loudly. Then I let him have a quick
poke at her ass hole and she bit down on my cock and angrily told me to
quit fucking around.

I guided him to her pussy and he shoved it in all the way. He went into
high gear and pounded away at her. I watched from below, rubbed her clit
and humped her mouth to get her sucking me again. I reached up and waited
for the knot to swell before letting him bang it up against her pussy. He
was trying hard to get it into her.

She was teasing me not letting me cum. I was so close I was getting
desperate. I was humping at her face and pinching her clit. She kept taking
my cock out of her mouth and rubbing it on her face when I'd get too close.

She started to moan and buck back at Ace in time to his thrusting trying to
get the knot into her. She wanted it in her. She was getting ready to cum.

She bucked back hard and I watched the knot squeeze in. She screamed out
loud and started cursing and cumming hard while fucking back at him. I
leaned up and started sucking hard on her clit. She let her crotch fall
down on my face so she could grind freely. She went back to sucking on me
while it felt like she was having non stop orgasms.

Ace was still humping away when I let loose with my cum. It shot out of my
body and felt like it was burning lava. My still sore ass was throbbing to
my spasming cock. Karen wasn't missing a drop. She was still cumming on my
face and cream from the nights activity was dripping down into my mouth.

When we were done cumming Karen kept licking and kissing around my
cock. Ace had stepped off and turned around but Karen didn't let me up. I
kept sucking and licking around her clit and she had a couple more
orgasms. grinding the hell out of my face.

It didn't take long for Ace to pull out this time and again I was treated
to the close up sight of the bulge stretching her pussy like it didn't want
to let go. It was an amazing sight.

Just when it popped free Karen sat up on my face forcing the cum into my
mouth. It was either drink or drownd so I drank. She ground off another two
orgasms squeezing everything out of her before falling off of me.

WWW: A Daughter teaches her Mother

A Daughter Teaches Her mother


"Who was it, honey. Who was it that did it to you?"
Kelly's mother, Sandy, ask. "I want to know who
talked you into letting them do it." She told
Kelly.

"Mama, it's ok. I wanted him to do it. I told him
I wanted him to be the one to do it to me. Mama
I really liked it too. He made me feel so good and
I want to do it again." Kelly told her mother with
a grin.

Sandy sit there looking at her naked daughter,
staring at her tiny titties that were so teeth marked
and her tummy with all of the hickies up and down
it. Then she saw the hickies on her daughters
thighs and right next to her young hairless pussy
lips.

"You, you mean he licked you there too? Did he
put his tongue in you too?" Sandy gasp.

"Yes, mama, and boy did it really feel good. I
almost passed out when an orgasm, that's what
he called it, swept over me." Kelly told her
mother who had never had or let anyone even
her husband Kelly's father lick and tongue fuck
her pussy. It was supposed to be so nasty. But
here was her own young daughter telling her
how good it felt. Telling her she had an orgasm
so intense she almost past out. How could
anything so bad feel so good, or rather, anything
that was supposed to be so bad feel so good that
her young daughter almost passed out.

"Mama he told me that if I wanted it again he
would do it to me again. I do want him to keep
doing it to me, it felt so good. Oh yes, mama,
it did really hurt when he pushed his big thing
up into me down there, but it only hurt for
a little while after he pushed it all up inside
of me, then it felt really really good, even
better than when he put his tongue up into
me." Little Kelly said.

"Mama he told me that if I wanted him to keep
doing it all I had to do was ask him and he would
let me lick and suck his thing again and he would
gladly put it up inside of me again. He called it
fucking mama. He told me that he would love
to fuck me anytime I wanted him too. He told
me he would fuck my mouth, fuck my pussy and
even fuck me in my ass. He told me I would
like that too, even though it would hurt the first
time or two he pushed it up in me back there.
Mama has daddy ever licked your pussy? That’s
what he called my tinkle. He said tinkle is what
little girls call their pussy's but now that he had
fucked me I was no longer a little girl and I should
call it my pussy or even my cunt."

Mama have you ever let anyone lick your cunt or
put their thing in your ass? Have you ever sucked
a cock, or daddy's cock, mama?" Kelly kept
rattling on and on.

Sandy didn't know how to answer her or what to
tell her. She seemed to have enjoyed sucking that
man's thing and having him put his thing in her
tinkle, her pussy, her cunt, so much she wanted it
some more? How could she want more, God to
have licked and sucked his cock and him lick her
tiny tinkle them put his cut, his weinie up inside
of her. Then telling her to call them cunt, pussy
and cock.

What amazed Sandy though was that the girl,
so young even seemed to have really enjoyed
having who ever it was put his thing in her.

Sandy, had never sucked or licked a cock or
had never let any man even touch her titties
or pussy, her tinkle except for her husband,
Kelly's father. She had never let any other
boy or man play with her breasts, or touch
or even see her breasts and cunt, Oh no
tinkle, only her husband, Ted. Yes he had
been the one to put his thing up in side of her
on their wedding night and had pumped it in
and out of her telling her that was fucking.

She had gotten upset because he was talking like
that. He told her that he loved fucking her, even
if she didn't move much and didn't even seem to
enjoy having his "cock" in her.

No, she had not yet had an orgasm, because she
wouldn't let herself. No she was raised that a man
just had sex with a woman or girl to produced
a baby. That was what her mother and grandmother
preached to her also. She had tried to tell Kelly
that, but had not expected her to experience sex
at her young age.

Sandy stared at her little girl, who was grinning
at her telling her how much she loved having
a man's thing in her mouth and her tinkle. And
she was now calling it his cock, his prick, his
dick, and calling her tinkle her cunt, her pussy,
her slit like he, whoever he was, had called them.

She sounded almost like her father, he was always
calling his thing a cock or prick and her tinkle a
cunt, a pussy. He was always trying to get her to
suck his cock or let him put it up into her back
there. He was also always trying to get her to
relax and enjoy their sex, but she wouldn't let
her self because mama said it was for pleasure
that a man put his thing in her, it was to make
a baby.

As Sandy stared at her young nine year old
daughter she couldn't believe that the girl
could be actually enjoying having a man
put his thing up into her tinkle and then
having sex with her.

"But she seemed so happy, so excited, to have
really really enjoyed having it up inside of her
her. God it must have hurt her really bad when
he put it up inside of her, she was so small
down there. But if it did, how could she like
it and want to have him do it even more?"

Sandy didn't know what to think. Here her
mother and grandmother was telling her it
was only to have baby's that she let him put it
in her, but her daughter, only nine years old
telling her it really felt good and she loved it
and wanted who ever it was to do it again.

She had even put his thing in her mouth and
had like doing it, How could that be if it was
so bad?" she ask herself sitting there looking
at her little girl. Her little girl who was no
longer a virgin for any future husband.

"Mama why don't you let daddy lick your
pussy, it really feels good, you would like it just
like I do and I want to suck his cock again. He
told me the next time he fucks me that he will
cum in my mouth and let me see what it tastes
like and how much cum he will and is giving
me in my pussy and womb. Oh mama I know
you'd like it if you would let him do it to you.

He told me that he would love to get both
of us together, then undress both of us and
lick and suck both of our pussies. He said
he would love to lick your cunt and make you
cum, until you couldn't stand.

He told me he would love to fuck you and
make a baby in your cunt and womb also. He
wanted me to ask you if you would let him fuck
you. He really wants to. Oh yes, mama he wants
to fuck your mouth and cum down your throat.
That’s what he said to tell you." Kelly spouted
off to her mother, sitting there with her mouth
hanging open at what her young daughter had just
told her.

Kelly giggled then said. "Mama why don't you
like to suck a cock and have daddy put his cock
up into your cunt?"

Sandy shuddered as she listened to her young
daughter talking about sexual intercourse like
a little slut.

Then Sandy suddenly ask Kelly. "Kelly how
many times did he put it in you?"

"Do you mean how many times did he fuck me
mama? He fucked me three time, and each time
he put his baby making cum up into me. That's
what he called it." Kelly told her mother grinning.
"Mama every time he fucked me was better than
before." Kelly told her mother.

Sandy was wondering more and more why her
little girl only nine years old liked and enjoyed
having some man put his thing up inside of her
like she seemed to do.

The more she listened to her little girl, the more
Sandy became curious about why her daughter
enjoyed it, love it while she herself had never
even let herself have an orgasm. Was she wrong
in not letting herself enjoy sex? Was her mother
and grandmother also wrong when they told her
a good girl doesn't enjoy sex that it was just to
get pregnant and give her husband a baby?

Listening to Kelly, Sandy was beginning to
wonder if by following what her mother and
grandmother told her she was wrong. Were
they wrong? Were they wrong in what they
told her, about a girl or woman not supposed
to enjoy being fuck? Oh my I meant having
sex? she told herself.

"Kelly why won't you tell me who it was that
you, you, you had sex with?" She ask in
as calm a voice as she could.

"Because mama your would get mad at me and
maybe not let me see him so he can fuck me
again, and I want to suck his cock and fuck
him again. I want to taste his sperm again
and I want to feel him shooting it up into my
womb and try to make a baby." She giggled
seeing the look on her mothers face.

"Mama, if you want me to, I'll talk to him and
get him to let your lick and suck his cock and
him lick and suck your pussy and fuck and
show you how good it feels." Kelly almost
whispered. She was hoping her mama would
do it so she could watch her mother suck his
cock and watch him fuck her. Yes, Kelly
wanted to watch the man that fucked her also
fuck her mother. Oh she knew her daddy
might not like it but heck he wouldn't even
need to know, but even if he did find out,
maybe he wouldn't care. She thought to
herself. Yes, kind of adult thinking for a
little nine year old girl, but she had listened
to him and learned things. She giggled then
thought, yes, she had learned things, how to
suck his cock and out to fuck herself up and
down on it with him pinching her little
nipples and titties.

It had not only felt really, really good, it had
been exciting too.

Sandy finally told her daughter to go to sleep
and she covered her naked body. Her little
naked no longer virginal body.

She went into the living room where her
husband was sitting watching some dumb
show on TV. He paid no attention to her.

She wondered what he would do if she
suddenly right there, unexpectedly stripped
and went to him and told him she wanted to
fuck him. That she wanted to suck his cock
and taste his sperm and have him fuck her
tight virgin ass and her tight cunt.

She could even feel her wetness from her
talk with her daughter but Kelly couldn't
be right she just couldn't be.

Looking at her husband, Sandy chickened out
and got up and went into the bedroom. She
quickly stripped and put on her long flannel
night gown. She couldn't bring herself to
do as her daughter, even at nine years old had
told her to do. No she just couldn't.

That night after they went to bed, she lay there
for a long time thinking about what her no
longer virginal baby had told her. Hell she
seemed to know about what sex should be
like than grandma and great grandma.

Suddenly Sandy came to a decision. She just
had to know if her little girl was right. After
all she seemed to enjoy it so much and wanted
to do it again and again. She even wanted her
mother to have sex with someone other than
her father.

As she lay there thinking about it, she caught
herself thinking about what it would feel like
to have sex with someone else. As she thought
about it, she found her own pussy getting wet.
In her minds eye, her vision, she was seeing
both she and her little girl, sucking and fucking
that mystery man of her daughters. That
mystery man, that pervert that had fucked a
little nine year old girl and taught her to like
and enjoy sex. She had a vision in her mind
of her baby laying there and she watching the
man's cock plunging in and out of her and
her daughter crying out to him to make sure
he gave her his baby, in her nine year old
womb.

Sally caught herself thinking like that but she
couldn't get it out of her mind. Finally laying
there beside her sleeping husband, she decided
what she was going to do, at least try to do what
she was thinking of doing.

Yes, she would get Kelly to take her to that man
and she would try to let him do to her what he
had done to her little girl. Maybe Kelly was right.
Maybe she needed to think about how good sex
is, how good it feels even when someone other
than her husband fondles, plays with her and
fucks her.

Yes, she knew she should not even be thinking
about letting some man she didn’t even know
fuck her and her suck his cock, her being
married, but she couldn't get it off of her mind.

She finally drifted off to sleep with the vision of
her straddling some stranger fucking herself on
his big stiff cock taking his sperm up into her
womb. The dream even had her fucking one
stranger while she sucked another strangers
cock.

The next morning when she woke up, she
woke up with a craving for a cock in her tight
cunt. That in its self was unusual. She had
never had that feeling before. Now here she
was her pussy, her cunt, throbbing with a
desire for someone other than her husband
plunging his cock up into her tight cunt and
fucking her until she couldn't even stand up.

Then she caught herself in how she was
thinking, thinking just like a slut, a whore,
thinking about how to fuck a certain man.
Finally Sandy slowly moved out of bed. She
took a few mintues to think about what to
wear. She decided that she would try to dress
sexy as hell. But the thing was she now wasn't
quite sure how too.

Finally Sandy put on panties actually a thong
that just barely covered her as opening and her
cunt lips. She was shocked at the way she was
thinking, using those words in her thoughts. She
was getting as bad as her nine year old daughter.

Sandy didn't tell her husband about her little one,
only nine and was already fucking and sucking a
man. She was already taking a man's big stiff
cock into her mouth and up into her cunt,
pounding it until it was full of his hot fertile
cum, his baby making sperm. The thought of
having another man's stiff cock and hot baby
making sperm spewing up into her own cunt
had Sandy's cunt hot and wet and throbbing for a
cock to be plunged up inside of her. Her desire
alone shocked her.

She put on a completely transparent blouse, no bra
leaving her firm tits and enlarged nipples
completely visible. She then put on a skirt, that
was so short it just barely covered her ass cheeks.

But she also put on a longer skirt to cover her
sexy one and a sweater to cover her completely
visible tits. She didn't want her husband to know
how she was dressed.

As she moved around the house after her husband
got up and got ready for work. She knew she had
lucked out because he told her that he out to go out
of town for three days at least and maybe more on
his job. She didn't feel bad that he had too, it gave
her more time to experiment with her new found
feeling of desires.

Every time she looked at her daughter Kelly she
remembered how she looked laying naked, fully
exposing her just fucked cunt full of cum from
being fucked most of the day, by some man. Sandy
remembered how her little girls cunt was gapping
and leaking the man's white sperm.

Finally her husband, Ted, left for work. Sandy was
for the first time in their marriage, glad he was
gone.

Almost as soon as her father was gone, Kelly looked
at her mother. " Mama do you like going around the
house naked? I do." She said.

"With out waiting for her mother to answer, Kelly
took her blouse off and her short skirt leaving her
naked. Her little cunt, still quite gapping because
of the fucking she had the day before was quite
a sight to her mother.

"Finally Kelly grinning at her mother told her she
should also undress and go around the house naked
and get used to it.

Looking at her young daughter, Sandy suddenly did
as her daughter advised. She unbuttoned her
sweater and slipped it off, showing Kelly her
transparent blouse. Then she dropped her skirt
leaving her in just the tiny thong which she also
quickly slipped of to stand in front of her little
girl naked.

The her little girl shocked her mother, she went
to her mother and without hesitation reached down
and rubbed her finger up her mothers wet cunt. She
then put her finger into her mouth and sucked it
clean , then her hand went back to her mothers
cunt, to rub it then put two then three then four
fingers up into her mothers hot wet cunt. She was
loving what she was doing to her mother.

"Mama I want to watch you suck his cock and
watch him put his cock up into your cunt and fuck
you and cum in you, maybe even making a baby
in you. I know you will like it mama. I know
you'll like fucking other men after he shows you
how it is supposed to feel having a man fuck you."
Kathy told her mother.

Sandy was flabbergasted at the way her little girl
was talking, talking like she was an adult and knew
all about fucking and sucking.

Well Sandy did have to admit that her daughter did
know more about sucking a cock than she herself
did, since she had never sucked a cock before.

Then her daughter pulled her fingers out of her
mothers hot wet tight cunt and licked them off,
grinning at her mother.

Since her mother had let her finger fuck her with
most of her hand, she told her mother she was going
to call the man who had fucked her and have him
come over and fuck her.

Sandy shivered at her little daughters talk. She
felt a surge of desire she had no control over
sweep through her body. She just stared at
her little girl not saying yes or no, but she didn't
stop her from going to the telephone and dialing
a phone number.

As Kelly talked to who ever it was that answered
she heard her tell them that her mama wanted him
to come over and fuck her. That she wanted to suck
his cock and taste his cum and wanted him to even
cum in her hot wet cunt. She then told who ever
she was talking to that her mother even let her
put her hand up into her cunt and taste her juices.

Sandy couldn't understand how her young daughter
had learned to talk so adult so sexy, but she didn't
even then try to stop her from telling the man she
would have her mama ready to suck his big stiff
cock and let him push it up inside of her cunt and
fuck her until he filled her cunt and womb full
of his hot baby making sperm. She then hung up.

"Mama he's coming over right away but he wants
me to get you ready. He wants me to put a blind
fold on your so you don't know who he is. He
said he would take it off when he was ready for
you to know who had fucked you and cum in you."

"But mama, he also said if he does fuck you, you
have to promise him that you will suck his cock
and let him fuck you and me anytime he wants
too."

Kelly took her mother into her and her fathers
bedroom, telling her that the man wanted to fuck
her in her and daddy's bed so that she would
remember him fucking her even when she was
letting daddy fuck her.

After making sure that her mother couldn't see
anything, she had her lay on the bed and spread
her legs wide so the man could see her pussy.

Sandy with out hesitation followed her daughters
orders and was quickly spread out like a cock loving
whore just waiting for the next cock.

Then she was surprised when Kelly moved between
her mothers legs and leaning down told her mother
she was going to lick and suck her cunt to get it
ready for the man's big stiff cock.

Sandy shivered with a desire she didn't understand.
She had never felt such desire before and did move
as her little girl leaned down and for the first time,
Sandy felt a tongue, a little girls tongue, her own
daughters tongue lick her pussy.

She almost screamed out with the pleasure that
suddenly shot through her cunt and body
when she felt her Kelly tongue lick up her wet
motherly cunt licking her juices off of it. Then
she did cry out with pleasure when Kelly licked
her overly sensitive clitoris then sucked on it.

Sandy felt almost like she was going to pass out
from the sexual pleasure she was feeling from
Kelly's little tongue and the way she sucked her
clit and her cunt lips, fucking mama 's cunt opening
with her small tongue.

Then just as she was about to actually cum for
almost the first time, from the tongue that was
licking her cunt for the first time, Kelly pulled
away and left her mother laying there shivering and
shaking and groaning with the first sexual
craving she had ever had to be fucked and fucked
hard. She wanted to be fucked alright but her
desire was to be fucked by someone other than
her husband.

Suddenly Kelly told her mother. "Oh mama he's
here I'll be right back and he'll be fucking you
with his big cock.

There was silence, she wished that she could see
who it was that was going to fuck her but she had
promised.

Suddenly she felt someone moving onto the bed.
She knew it was him, that stranger who had fucked
her little nine year old girl and made her love being
fucked like she did.

Sandy felt large hands begin fondling her firm
petit tits, pinching her nipples and twisting them
sending pleasure pain through them. Then she felt
him sucking on her nipples and breasts, sucking
them hard and biting them. She was loving the
excitement and pleasure she was feeling even
though she had no idea who it was.

Then she felt him moving down her stomach licking
it until he was right at her hot throbbing pussy. She
almost screamed out when for the first time in her
life, other than her daughter she felt a tongue begin
licking her hot wet sensitive cunt lips and slit. She
wiggled and squirmed moaning and groaning as
those waves of pleasure swept over her. She wanted
to jerk her blindfold off to see who was giving her
so much pleasure with his licking tongue and his
large finger, finger fucking her wet cunt.

As he licked her cunt and finger fucked her, she
couldn't believe herself letting some stranger see
her naked, fondle and suck her tits and her cunt.
She also couldn't understand how it was so exciting
not even knowing who it was enjoying her body
with his hands and mouth and soon his big stiff
cock.

Then she felt him pull away and moved up until
she felt him press his cock against her lips. She
hear her daughter telling her to lick it and suck
it mama.

Sandy hesitantly licked her tongue around the
strangers cock the first cock she had ever licked
or tasted. Then she opened her mouth and he
slipped his large cock head into her mouth filling
it with her first cock.

She began sucking on it like she was sucking on
a baby bottle nipple, then he began slipping it in
and out of her mouth. She was shocked at herself
but she wasn't about to stop as he began plunging
his big cock head in and out of her mouth,

"Oh god." she thought. "He's fucking my mouth.
He's really fucking my mouth and I'm letting him
and oh god I love it I love the taste of his cock and
sucking it." as he pushed more and more into her
mouth. She tried to let him push it all into her
mouth but she just couldn't open her throat. He
finally just fucked his cock head and about an
inch and a half of his thick cock shaft in and out
of her mouth.

"Oh god what if he cum's in my mouth?" she
thought as she had her mouth fucked for the
first time from a cock and she didn't even know
who's cock it was.

Suddenly he pulled it out of her mouth. She felt
him move down and between her wide spread legs.

"Oh god, oh god he's going to fuck me, he's going
to fill my cunt with his big cock and fuck me and
cum in me and I don't even know who it is." she
was thinking.

She didn't stop him, when he began rubbing his
cock up and down her hot wet swollen throbbing
cunt slit. Then she Kelly, took hold of his cock
and rubbed it up and down her mothers wet cunt.
She told her mother.

"How do you like his cock I'm rubbing up and down
your cunt mama? Don't you like it, don't you like
another man's big cock rubbing our cunt getting
your pussy ready for him to shove up inside of you
to fuck you? You like it, you love it don't you
mama? " Kelly said.

"Oh god yes, yes, yes, I love it, I love it, oh god yes
fuck me, fuck me please. Oh god shove your cock
into my cunt and fuck me and cum in me." She
begged the man and her daughter.

She felt the man hold her thighs then suddenly
he lunged forward and rammed his cock up into
her cunt hard as he could, suddenly stretching her
cunt wide and plunging up inside of her, so hard
when his big cock head rammed hard against her
deep vaginal wall and her cervix.

The stranger didn't hesitate, he began fucking her
hard, pounding it like she had never had her
husband's cock pound her and fuck her.

On and on the stranger fucked her as she felt her
own daughter sucking her nipples an biting them
hard, sending waves of pain through her body,
mixed with the pleasure sweeping through her
from his cock big stiff strange cock fucking her
hard and fast.

Suddenly, Sandy screamed out "Oh my god, Oh
god, oh god, I, I'm cumming." She screamed as
her orgasm swept over her spasming body, plunging her ass up at his
driving cock trying to get even
more of it up inside of her. She wrapped her legs
around his waist and pulled him as deep inside of
her as she could get his cock.

Then she felt it, she felt his hot sperm spewing
up inside of her married cunt filling it with the
strangers, she was certain fertile sperm. The same
sperm her young duaghter had spewed up into
her virgin cunt the day before.

As she cried out she could feel his sperm filling
her cunt, Kelly jerked the blind fold off of her
mother.

She had to giggle at the look on her mother face
as even in the throes of her orgasm, when she
saw the man who was fucking her and filling
her cunt with his hot fertile sperm.

Yes, Sandy knew the man, yes she knew him
well. In her orgasmic state though she didn't
even try to stop him. Yes, she even cried out
again. "Oh god yes fuck and cum in me."
as the thought of how far she had fallen into
the pleasure of incest. Incest with her own
little girl and the man who had his big stiff
cock buried in her throbbing, cunt, that was
milking his cock of his incestuous sperm.

"Oh god yes, fuck me and cum in me." she
even cried out again as she stared at her
own younger brother who's cock was sending
waves of pleasure through her body and
filling her cunt with sperm. She pulled even
harder with her legs trying to get more of
his big thick cock deeper inside of her.

Sally, as her brother filled her cunt with his
sperm, knew that she would never stop him
from fucking her other her little girl whenever
he wanted too.

Sally's brother was enjoying the hell out of
fucking his big sister and her little girl. Yes
he had fucked Kelly taking her nine year old
virginity loving his big stiff cock buried in
her tiny cunt. Now he was enjoying the hell
out of spewing his fertile sperm up into his
own big sisters cunt, hoping even that he
was knocking her up. He thought it was so
exciting if he could get her pregnant, with
her own brothers baby.

He didn't have to worry. Sally knew as her
brother fucked her, she would let him fuck
her whenever he wanted even every day
of her fertile time, making sure he got her
pregnant.

Finally they lay with out moving, Sally
weak from the intense orgasm she had
from her own brothers cunt, and not knowing
who it was fucking her until her baby had
jerked her blindfold off.

He pulled his big cock out his sisters cunt
and lay beside her, still fondling her tits.

Sandy then watched as her little girl grabbed
his cock and began licking then sucking both
his and her juices off of it.

She was surprised when her brothers cock
stayed stiff. Then she watched amazed as
Kelly then straddled him and slowly lowered
her own tight baby cunt down on his thick cock.


Sandy knew that his cock had to be at least
seven and a half inches long and two or two and
a half inches thick, his cock head almost three
inches thick and her baby was taking it right up
into her baby cunt. She watched as Kelly pushed
her tight nine year old cunt down on his cock until
she had it all buried deep inside of her. She then
watched as she fucked herself up and down on it
time after time, loving the feeling of it sliding in
and out of her.

Sandy knew that her brothers cock had to be
pushing hard, slamming against Kelly's vaginal
wall and cervix and even imagined his thick cock
slipping up inside of her baby's womb to fill it
with his hot fertile sperm maybe even getting
her pregnant. After all she herself had started
her periods, just a month before she turn nine,
Maybe little Kelly was the same way. Was she
having her period and never said anything to
mama? Sandy didn't know and no longer cared,
she knew that both of them would continue fucking
him with out any protection until probably both
of them would be get pregnant with his babies.

Sandy suddenly hoped so as she watched her little
nine year old baby fuck her uncle taking his big
cock and his sperm up inside of her once more
this time with her mama watching and while her
mama had her womb full of his hot sperm also.

Sandy knew that for the next week, while her
husband was gone she and her daughter would
be fucking him every day of that week.

Even as she watched little Kelly fucking her
uncle, Sally also had the feeling that her
brothers big cock would not be the only one
that she and her baby would be fucking and
sucking together from then on.

Sally, as she watched the girl fuck her uncle
knew that she would be arranging it so that
Kelly would also soon be sucking and fucking
her own daddy. She knew that she was going
to arrange it so that even when he was home,
she and Kelly would still be able to fuck her
brother while her husband watched and even
fucked his own daughter. Also so that she
and Kelly could fuck any other man that they
wanted to anytime they wanted to, even with
him watching and joining in.

Yes, Sally knew her mother and grandmother
was wrong. Sex was not only to make babies
with their husbands but to also enjoy with their
own husbands, and also with their own brothers
and even son's and any other man who they
might have a desire to fuck and suck and maybe
even have a baby by.

She knew she would never go back to not enjoying
sex for sex sake. She was going to love sucking
and fucking from then on and enjoy even sex with
her little girl, licking and sucking each others
pussies, finger fucking each other. She kind of
grinned to herself when she thought of Kelly's small
hand with all of it's fingers in her cunt. She was
sure that she could get her entire hand up into her
mama's cock and fuck her with it like her brother
was fucking her with is stiff cock.

Yes, Sally laying there watching her little girl
fuck herself on her uncles big stiff cock knew that
from this time on both of them would be enjoying
all kinds of sex. She knew they would be
experimenting with sex, trying any and every thing
they though would be exciting.
Yes, Sally was so excited and so grateful for her
little girl, her little daughter teaching her what she
had actually been missing from enjoying sex.