Tonya's Testimony
Copyright© 2026 by Uncle Jailbird Joey
Chapter 3
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 3 - Tonya loves her daddy very much, but is it okay to love him that much?
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft ft/ft ft Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Incest Father Daughter Swinging First Masturbation Oral Sex Safe Sex
In the back yard, safely isolated by a six-foot privacy fence, I stretch out on a deck lounger on my stomach, butt pointed toward the sliding glass door so Peter can admire my ass and see how proud I am to have his semen oozing down my leg. I know my bare, puffy, teenaged vagina peeks out from between my humps invitingly, and it will only be a matter of time before my father heeds its call and comes to visit it again.
Knowing he is watching me act like a slut triggers a memory: a memory of one of the very few times we had appeared in public — not as parent and child — but as lovers. Three months after we started having sex, my daddy got me a fake ID and took me to a 21+ swingers’ club. He explained that he was taking me there for two reasons: my incredibly high sex drive would appreciate an uptick in intensity, and the club provided masks for anonymity.
Peter dropped me off in the parking lot so we wouldn’t be seen entering together, and I went in alone. The woman at the registration counter, sitting on a stool underneath a sign that said that condoms were recommended but not required, barely looked up from her book as she took my money and handed me a feathered purple mask. I took a deep breath and entered the cool, dark space as the most precious unicorn imaginable: a dangerously young, beautiful, single woman.
Within moments a handsome man in his early twenties asked me to dance, and I said, “Why not?” Ten minutes later, I sat in a corner booth with my legs parted, getting fingered by the stranger while my father watched from across the room. My daddy smirked when I stood mid-finger-bang, kissed my horny young stud on the cheek, and walked away — the sputtering stranger’s fingers still glistening — to take Peter’s hand. Moments later we were in an exhibitionist-friendly private room — locking door, glass walls — where I stripped down to my cotton socks and leaned forward, upturned bottom a lewd invitation.
My father pinned me against the wall, pulled out his penis, and took me hard while strangers watched, making me climax as I never had before. I felt the need — as I always did — to welcome his spern into my pussy, but that was against our established rules. Instead, I knelt at his feet and opened my mouth to make him climax, but my daddy instead had me lick his cock clean and package it away gently in his pants, carefully drawing the zipper up over his as-yet-unsatisfied erection.
“I don’t want to come just yet; let’s explore the place first,” he said.
As he led me naked through the warren of dark rooms, I looked around, unsteady on my feet, dizzy with questions: Why was what had just happened to me so intense? Was it being out together as sex-partners in public? My dalliance with the handsome young man while Peter watched? The strangers watching us fuck? The way my body was being stared at, probably by people wondering how old I was? The danger of someone finding out my secret identity? All of the above? Whatever it was, I didn’t think that I could possibly come any harder than I had just done in that room.
But then came the foursome.
An hour later, in another private room — padded leather walls, freshly-made mattress on the floor, dim lighting, muffled music — I knelt between my father’s thighs, my lips encircling his penis, my tongue swirling in slow, deliberate circles. Beside me, a pale, stacked, freckled, pigtailed redhead worked her own partner’s dick with equal devotion. The other man was an older, broad-shouldered stranger with a deep, authoritative voice who, like my daddy, gave off an aura of proud ownership.
Peter leaned back against a padded cushion, one hand resting lightly on my head, the other gesturing casually toward the other girl.
“I like how she twists her whole head on the upstroke,” he said, referring to the pale girl’s ministrations. “That’s a nice detail. It shows that she’s eager to please but also precise — willing to take her time and draw out the pleasure.”
He wasn’t talking to me; he was talking to the redhead’s partner.
The older man chuckled. “Thanks for noticing. I worked hard to get her to be this good. What you can’t see is the wicked little tongue flick she does before she descends. Makes my balls twitch.” He nodded toward me. “Your girl is pretty aggressive, taking it all the way down like that. How long can she hold that position?”
My pulse thundered as I dropped into a full deep-throat, holding still while my father’s staff twitched harder than ever on my tongue. Being admired so dispassionately by a strange man while I loved on my daddy’s penis lit me up in new ways. I thrilled to the realization that I was learning new things about myself, yet I also felt a dizzying nervousness because the way the men were talking to each other made it sound like I was about to be shared, and up until that moment, the only male I had ever been more than just handsy with was Peter.
My father’s thumb brushed my cheek tenderly. “As you can see, she can hold it for quite a while. Makes me proud of her ... although I also like making her choke a little. She’s so cute when her eyes water.”
I began to wonder if my daddy would have me start with the other girl first — I was much less nervous about that, had had quite a few fun female-on-female experiences. I glanced over at the stacked stranger and saw her partner grab her by her braids and yank her head off of his thick cock with a wet, obscene popping sound.
Despite the rough treatment, my fellow fellatrix seemed quite happy about being used that way: her lips were curled into a feral smile and her green eyes were rolling back in wicked pleasure.
The older man said to Peter, “Your girl’s got a pretty mouth. Bet she’d look fucking gorgeous sharing a prick with my girl. You wanna see them work together?”
I barely had time to wonder how the strange man had read my mind before my father said, “Good idea. I’ve always wanted to see her please another man.” He patted my butt. “Go on, little girl; make me proud.”
My sex throbbed violently at his words. I released my daddy with a slow, dragging pull of my tongue, kissed the tip of his penis reverently, then crawled the short distance to the redhead’s partner. Happiness swirled in my chest; I felt lucky, almost grateful, that I could make Peter proud by pleasing this older man.
In front of this strange man, I first gave a gentle kiss to the tip of his dick — exactly as my father had taught me. Then the other girl and I ran our tongues over her partner’s phallus (thicker than my daddy’s, but not as long) which was already slick from the freckled girl’s saliva. As she and I moaned together, putting on a show, I wondered how the older man would react if he knew the new girl humming all over his penis had gained admittance to the club by lying about how young she was, but I didn’t have time to think about it much before the redhead twined her fingers in my hair and gently but firmly pushed my head all the way down. Once full deep-throat had been achieved, the other girl kissed my cheek and slid over on her knees to attend to Peter.
The message was clear: you please my man and I’ll please yours.
“Fuck,” the strange man groaned, running his fingers through my hair. “Look at that! She took it all down like she was born to worship cock. Such a good little slut, so eager, so obedient.”