Chapter 5: My Dad Fucks Us All

“God DAMN that was hot!” Kristen whispered loudly, enough that my dad heard her and turned to us and smiled. He was fully erect once again and I was sure ready to bury his pussy in someone. Who would he fuck first?

Now I would be lying through my teeth if I didn’t start to get myself in position for him to fuck me. After all, as his daughter, wouldn’t he want to do me first? Of course, Kristen was a couple years younger than me and without a doubt the hottest female in sight at the moment. But she was a whore now and my dad, while he didn’t let it stop him from fucking her, wasn’t as enthusiastic about her as he used to be.

Probably my biggest “competitor” was my mom. After all, she WAS his wife so maybe he would feel obligated to fuck her first. The last person on my “list” was my Aunt Linda. Sure she was hot and probably reminded me of his high school days when he fucked her and she was still in 8th grade, but other than reliving the past, she may be a good fuck but didn’t have the “pull” the other three of us.

My logic was impeccable, so of course he chose my Aunt Linda. Given my line of reasoning I was more than a little surprised but he didn’t offer up any explanation. He simply moved in behind her where she was still on her side, lifted her top leg up and used his other hand to direct his now stiff dick straight into her wet pussy. It seemed to surprise her as much as it did the rest of us but she didn’t do anything to discourage her.

“Bet you weren’t expecting this, were you?” Kristen whispered to me, a grin on her face. Evidently it was a turn-on for her to see my dad choose her mom as the first one to be fucked as she was masturbating like crazy once again.

Sometimes I think Kristen masturbates when car insurance commercial comes on TV - anything works as an excuse for her to get herself off. You would think that someone who gets fucked as often as she did wouldn’t masturbate so much but she did, and then some it seemed. I didn’t respond to her taunt but the disappointment in my face must have been obvious.

“Awwwwww, you thought he was going to do you first, didn’t you?” she giggled, as if it was something funny - which it was not, at least for me. “I bet you don’t know just how many times he comes over to fuck my mom, do you?”

I looked sharply at her. What the heck was she talking about? I knew my dad liked to fuck my aunt now and then when she stopped over but I wasn’t aware of him making regular stops at THEIR house. Damn, the things you learn sometimes in the strangest of places and times.

“So does he do you then too?” I asked, almost afraid to hear the answer.

In all these years I’d never felt jealous of my cousin when my dad would fuck her because I was certain I was his favorite pussy. Suddenly I wondered if I had been wrong all these years. For the first time I watched my dad fucking my aunt and wondered if it was right.

“Noooooo, hardly ever,” she reassured me. “Mostly he does my mom and even then It’s usually when I’m not home.”

Well, that was a LITTLE better but still, why was he fucking her first? He’d already cum once in my mouth and even with Viagra, he wasn’t going to be cumming a third time anytime soon so was he doing my Aunt instead of me?

As it turned out, later I was very disappointed in myself for having thought such crazy accusations. My father is such a wonderful husband and father that I should have known he would never do anything to hurt or disappoint me or my mom. After fucking her just a little while, he pulled his dick out of my Aunt Linda, walked around the chaise lounge chair and did the same with my mom.

Watching him doing my mom, I wondered if he was going to do me and Kristen next. It was a valid concern given his age. After my recent BJ, would he have the stamina to cum in my mom and still have enough left over to get hard enough to fuck both me and Kristen? If past history was anything to go by the odds were against it, even given the marvels of modern pharmaceuticals.

In the end, I should have realized that there was no reason for me to be so Worried. My dad had never let me down before and he wasn’t about to start now. What happened was like my aunt, he only stayed in my mom for a couple of minutes before he pulled himself out of her and headed like an arrow for Kristen, quickly burying his cock, still wet from fucking my mom, in her younger pussy. After our two moms, she must have felt pretty tight, despite the wear and tear her pussy was subjected to every week.

It’s not that our mothers were all that loose or bad in any way, it’s just a pussy is never the same after childbirth. I’ve actually known women who wanted a C-section because they didn’t want their pussies permanently stretched out by childbirth. Talk about allowing your vanity to get out of hand!

Knowing Kristen, she must have been impatiently waiting for her uncle’s cock from the moment I started his BJ and from the way her face was gleaming, she was loving every minute of it now. I have to say this, as much as I LOVE being fucked and there are times I think I will simply not make it through the day if I don’t get a cock in me, Kristen is at another level. Her addiction to dicks was probably the primary reason she became a prostitute, not the money (although it certainly didn’t hurt). I’d seen her in action at parties and with clients and as hot as I like to think I am, and as good at being fucked as I claim to be, I’ll never be in Kristen’s league. It’s something that has to be born into you I think.

You won’t see Kristen in any of my situations, horny and dying for a dick but not having anyone to help me. No, my whore of a cousin goes out like a hunter and bags her own trophy dick, by whatever means is necessary. Married, single, short, tall, skinny, fat ... it didn’t seem to matter to her when it was just her need for dick that had to be satisfied. I love sex with married guys but at the same time, I try to be careful not to hurt their marriage and if anything, try to make it an experience for him that will help his marriage.

Not Kristen. If anything, I think she gets off from ruining marriages. Any man that trusts her when she says she’ll never say anything to his wife is an idiot, no other way to say it. There are enough broken marriages and estranged spouses left in her dust to testify to her selfishness.

At the moment, though, none of that mattered. Kristen obviously was loving being fucked by my dad but then, who am I trying to kid? She would love being fucked by him just as much if he wasn’t my father. I never got the feeling that having him fuck her was as emotionally fulfilling for her as it was for me. If he never fucked her again, she might miss it when she was over at our house and feeling horny, but it wouldn’t devastate her the way it would me.

As for me, I can’t even imagine my father not wanting to fuck me. It’s not that his dick has any special powers or his sexual technique is all that great. It’s the fact that it tells me how much he loves me that means so much to me. If he ever stopped, regardless of why he claimed the reason to be, I would be left for the rest of my life wondering what I’d done so wrong that he no longer desired me physically.

“Cum in me Uncle John,” his blonde whore of a niece begged him. It wasn’t like when I begged him to cum in me. For me it was a plead for his love but for Kristen it was all about lust and desire.

Kristen was humping her hips, driving her crotch into him, doing her best to stimulate him into an orgasm. She was good, too. I’d seen her more than a few times practically wring the cum out of a guy before he’s hardly even started fucking her.

There were a few moments when I thought it might actually happen. My dad’s movements, grunts and facial expression all pointed to an impending eruption at the end of his dick, which was no buried to the hilt in Kristen’s pussy. Damn her, she was going to make him do it and she KNEW how I felt about it. Indeed, she turned to face me and winked, my dad not even noticing as his lust overtook him. It was like he was some werewolf who no longer could be held accountable for his actions as he turned into a beast.

“Dammit Kristen, don’t you dare do it,” I said sharply to her. She knew exactly what “it” meant and it looked like she was just going to ignore me for the sake of her own selfish pleasure. “I’M WARNING YOU...” I said a little louder this time.

My dad was concentrating so much on fucking her it was like he never even heard me but Kristen sure did. Finally she just frowned and stopped humping on his cock, letting him regain consciousness or whatever it was that had him so spellbound for a couple of minutes there.

“Fuck ME now daddy,” I invited him, sitting on the edge of the hot tub with my legs spread apart, leaving no doubt whatsoever where I wanted his dick. I curled my finger at him, inviting him towards me.

My dad looked down at Kristen and sort of smiled and shrugged his shoulders, as if to say there was nothing he could say, that he didn’t have a choice. Indeed, if anyone had a right to his cock in a situation like this, as his only daughter, I felt I was entitled, even more so than my mom. Sure she was his wife and lover, but then anyone would say he should fuck her.

As his daughter it was a much different story. After all, how many fathers actually got to fuck their daughters? Sure, a lot of them WISH they could and who knows how many would if they had a chance, but face it, there are very few fathers who ever actually get to experience the joy of thrusting their erect cock inside of their own daughter’s pussy. Then to do it in front of his wife, and her sister and nice, that just made it even more special. I just wish his entire family could watch as well.

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as he approached me. His dick was standing out straight, pointing at me like some sort of spear all ready to pierce me. I knew everyone was watching and I squirmed a little from the anticipation of feeling him in me. He was staring at my pussy all the way, not taking his eyes off of it for even a second as he approached me. The was a calm, deliberate manner in the way he came to me, like a man on a mission, one that he would now complete no matter what it took.