Chapter 5: Getting Ready

I was SOOOOOO nervous. Over the past week I’d had to make so many decisions and now I was second guessing every one of them. Tonight was the big night and I wanted everything to be perfect. The problem was, when dealing with two men who were of such different ages, backgrounds and with totally different preferences about sex, how do you decide on one thing or the other?

After my dad had agreed to my plan, I couldn’t wait to see Randy again and tell him. From his initial response I could tell that he still hadn’t quite believed me before when I told him I was fucking my dad so when I made him the offer he seemed a little surprised.

“Really Kelly? You want to do THAT?” he stammered. Before answering I took his dick back into my mouth again and sucked on it for a short while before answering. I’d waited until I was well into a good blowjob before bringing this up, knowing there was no way he would refuse with my lips wrapped around his dick. Mmmmmmm, Randy could NEVER say no to me about anything when I sucked his cock! Not that I thought he would WANT to, but why take any chances?

In the end he agreed of course and he was rewarded well. I even let him cum on my face so that should tell you how pleased I was with him. Now it was all up to me to put my plan into motion. Of course, at this point my plan was nothing more than a concept. Sure, they had both agreed to fuck me together but there were so many unanswered questions. Where would we do it? When? How would it go - would they do me together or one at a time or what? There was the important decision as to what I should wear - if anything?

I have heard people say that girls look for men like their fathers. Well, nobody could accuse me of THAT when it came to Randy, at least when it came to sex. Since my relationship with Randy was founded primarily on sex (it was pretty much the only reason we dated ... make that the ONLY reason we dated), it really didn’t matter what his other likes and dislikes were compared to my dad’s. Maybe it was because my dad was twice as old as Randy but whatever it was, when it came to fucking me they were like total opposites. With my dad sex was always about me submitting to him, satisfying him and tending to his needs and desires. Of course as my father he tried to make me happy as well, but ultimately it was HIS needs that determined when we did it and how. He loved to fondle me and touch me, even when it didn’t lead to sex. Sometimes we would just sit on the couch and kiss like teenagers, his hands roaming all over me on top of my clothes, never actually reaching underneath. I loved it when he would play with my hair, running his fingers through it and tugging on it gently.

Needless to say my dad LOVES blowjobs. Of course, ALL men love blowjobs but I mean my dad REALLY loved getting them from me, especially when I would do it someplace semi-public. From the very first time he fucked me, my dad came inside of me and except when he would cum in my mouth, he ALWAYS came inside my pussy. Unless he as in a hurry, he loved to stay in me afterwards, kissing me and touching me as his cock dwindled inside of me. At his age, a repeat performance was usually out of the question, even with Viagra, so it was like he wanted to prolong it for as long as possible. Perhaps the biggest thing about sex with my dad was the incredible emotional high it gave me. There’s just something special about having your own father literally mating you. Maybe someday when I am married my husband will make me feel special in this way but for now, it’s something only my dad can do for me.

As for sex with Randy, what can I say? He’s at the peak of his sexuality and fucking me is ALWAYS on his mind. Of course he loves a good blowjob, but he’d rather fuck me if he could. Compared to my dad’s musket-loader, Randy’s dick was more like a machine gun, recovering quickly and typically able to do me three times or more a night. In fact, the first time was usually pretty quick just to get it out of the way so he could fuck me longer the second time before blasting off. The third time usually took some coaxing while the fourth time required some heavy duty mouth work to get him back but usually I could do it.