Chapter 10

Friday, 24 August 2018

I didn’t write more in my journal last night, so I’m detailing last night, today, because I spent most of last night having sex, and it was damned good! And I didn’t let Dad tell me, “No.” He was all, “I haven’t gotten test results back,” and stuff.

I asked him, point blank, “Have you had sex or other intimate contact with any person since my mother left?” When he shook his head, I asked, “Would you lie to me about that?”

“Absolutely not! If I lied that could...”

“See! It’s virtually certain that you’re safe, so we’re going to initiate our sexual relationship ... right here and right fucking now. Or ... do you not want me at all?”

“Honey, you know there’s no safe answer to that question. Emma, you’re a lovely young woman and you ... excite me in a sexual way, but I’m your father.”

“So?! I’m protected and I don’t plan to have your baby of consanguinity, particularly not by getting pregnant at 15. I also don’t plan on blabbing to the world that I’m doing it with my daddy. You and I are the only ones here. You want me and I want you and, as you’ve told me many times in the past few days, I’m in charge, and you and I will be getting to know each other, in the Biblical sense, very well tonight, next week, whenever. We’re already naked and you’ve also admitted to me that you enjoyed being taken, so I’m taking you, as I said, right here and right fucking now.”

Dad moaned, “Oh, fuck,” and shivered his whole body, so I grinned at him in triumph.

I think I’m going to love being in charge at home!

He admitted that he’s rusty and that he’d probably have very little sexual stamina, and he was right. Just a couple minutes after I began riding his wonderfully hard penis, he pleaded, “Stop. Stop. Please stop. I can’t hold out.”

I slowed my bouncing as I said, “Dad, we have all night and Brett said he has better stamina after he cums once. So, it doesn’t matter if you can’t hold out, now. We’ll be doing sex stuff for, I hope, hours yet.”

“Oh, Hell in a basket! I’m cumming!”

I bounced slowly on him, incorporating some of what Brett had taught me about slightly changing my angle and speed and incorporating little twists into both my rises and falls on this cock. Thank you, Brett, for teaching me so much!

Dad grabbed my thighs and held me down to him when he became too sensitive for me to keep bouncing. As Dad recovered, I moved my pelvis in very small movements of rotation and slight ... very slight rises as I realized that I had yet one more thing for which to thank Beth and those girls. They obviously taught Brett so freaking much, and I would tell them and Brett how grateful I am for their instruction via Brett.

Dad lasted longer on my second ride, and he sent me into orgasm when he started cumming his second time of the night, so I, then, had two loads inside me. After letting Dad’s semen dribble and squirt into the toilet and cleaning up a bit, we went back to bed where I had him lie on me and, I insisted, make love with me.

Fuck! It was crazy! Where did all this ... certainty, this ... leadership come from? How did I go from a shy wallflower (except in soccer) to this ... this sex addict ... this almost dominatrix? I’ve no fucking clue, but I’m exulting in it, and exulted the Hell out of it (whatever “it” is) last night. When I told Dad to fuck me hard, he fucked me hard and sent me into my third orgasm. Then, something like two hours after I put him inside me for the very first time, I had him go slowly and take breaks to drive me out of my fucking mind and into my fourth orgasm nearly a half-hour after we started that bout.

Brett had warned me on Tuesday night that I should take a pain reliever before we went to sleep, and I truly realized why he’d insisted when I woke up on Wednesday. I was sore, but he said I’d probably have been sorer without that prep. I had similar ready last night, so swallowed the pills before I went to sleep wrapped inside my dad’s arms.

When I woke slowly this morning, I realized where I was, who was with me, and remembered last night. I smiled and realized, truly realized, why those LA girls loved their guys so much. They loved those guys for who and what they are, yes, but they also loved how those guys made them feel, how they pleased them both emotionally and physically. Brett told me that morning, as he made slow, gentle love to me ... NO. As he said, we were both making love, so he made love with me. Anyway, he told me that his wives have told him that they love all the girl-on-girl sex they have, which, given the girl:boy ratio in the LA, was most of the sex in the J and the compound, but that the girls have a particular fondness for having one of their guys deep up inside them. Unlike them, I’ve yet to have full girl-on-girl sex, but I do love that feeling of fullness of Brett’s cock or Dad’s cock inside me.

Despite that, I did not let Dad have sex with me this morning, as I had a plan in motion, and I hope he’ll be surprised by it, all aspects and parts of it. I did warn him about a minor portion of that plan.

“Sorry, Dad. We need to get showers in and ... Huh. Would you be willing to share the shower with me?”

“Honey, you’re in charge, but, yes, I’d love to share our first shower together.”

I leaned up and kissed him, then said, “Come on, then. Let’s get a shower taken and start on breakfast!”

We weren’t quite finished eating when Meka walked naked into the kitchen to Dad’s utter amazement.

She said, “What? Did Brett pull one over my eyes? Does your house not have a clothing-optional policy?”

I said nothing in response and, when Dad looked at me, I just pointed my chin at him.

“Umm, yes, we do, I guess, although I didn’t know it was for ... anyone and everyone.”

“Our understanding is that Emma’s in charge here and we know that she’s now a nudist at heart, like all of us are. We’re not being sexual by walking in your house naked, but because we understood that it’s permitted and would not indicate to you that we were looking for nookie, although ... you look quite tasty, so who knows.

“Just in case, I’m Meka, one of the LA’s primary chauffeurs, and Emma wanted our help about suggestions for more bed space in your house, since all you have is two queens. She was hoping you could obtain more beds for your house since this will probably be The Team’s ... you know, capitalized ... semi-official hangout. Oh, and she asked us as we’re sort of bed and mattress experts, given all the size and variety we have in the compound.”

Dad latched onto a tiny part of that and asked, “Who’s ‘we?’”

“Oh. Sorry. Liya got a call shortly before we arrived that she had to take. I imagine she’ll be ... There she is, now.”

Liya walked into the kitchen where we were eating, and Dad was pretty good about not eyeballing her too obviously.

“Mr. Smythe, I’m Liya Nadhi. I’m the organizer for the LA and the teams, and Emma wanted us to give you some ideas about how to get more bed space in your house. Would you walk with us as we assess the possibilities for your house? We should start in the living room. From personal experience, the living room is the first place that needs bedding if girls are going to be spending naked time here, as they’re so much more comfortable on bare skin than most couches.”

I was chortling inside at Dad’s open-mouthed reaction to Liya taking charge and nearly began chortling for real at Liya’s next move.

She stepped to him and gently and physically encouraged him to stand from his chair.

When he did, she looked down, looked back up into his eyes, looked back down at his penis that was becoming erect, and then reached out and held it briefly, saying, “This looks quite nice,” then releasing him and saying, “Please, lead us to the living room.” When he continued to stare at her open-mouthed, she said, “Oh. Do you want me to lead you there by this nice cock of yours? Okay. Come on. I’ll be gentle.”

When she began pulling, Dad followed and continued to follow, so she released his now fully erect penis shortly before we reached the living room.

Meka stated, “Wow, nice and big.”

“Yes,” replied Liya. “Certainly, big enough for a Semi-super Monstrosity as well as a couple Monstrosities. But what was that other room?”

Since Dad seemed completely out of it with two girls he’d never even met, much less seen naked, I answered, “Something of a den, I guess you’d call it. Please, I give you full access to our house. Go anywhere and suggest whatever you suggest.”

“Thanks, Em. You do know, I hope, how much more the LA likes you since you got over your shyness. And, Em, some of us are also beginning to love you for how you feel about our first husband. Brett is halfway in love with you, so we’ll have to figure out how to share him more with you.”

I shook my head hard at her words and barely managed to get out a rough, “More?”

Meka answered, “Of course. He’s twice said that he could fall in love with you, and he absolutely loved his night with you, even when your dad became part of the night. Ergo, you two need to have more time together.”

I could do nothing other than slam my body into Liya’s and wrap myself around her. She did the same with me, however, she also put her mouth on mine and kissed me hard. I returned the kiss, but shortly after, she pulled back.

“Do you know how to French?”

“Not really.”

“Okay. We’ll also need to set you up with Lana. She’s our official kissing instructor.”

Meka suggested, “What about her giving instruction to all of The Team this weekend? Of course, that’ll turn her into a sex maniac, so we’d need to allot some of the guys’ time to cooling her jets.”

Those LA girls are simply fucking amazing. They didn’t think this was an odd turn the conversation had taken. It was just solving a simple problem and then the minor problem created by the first problem’s solution. What could be odd about that? Those girls are definitely from a different planet, if not an entirely different solar system. Fucking Hell! I looked at Dad, and he was looking like I was feeling, like, maybe, he’d stepped into the Twilight Zone. I don’t know much about that ... apparently a TV show ... but the girls say that the words have come to mean what the show was about: Freaking different realities than the one we share on this planet.