Chapter 12: Bacchanal

The New Year’s Eve party turned into a bacchanal of sorts as the evening progressed. The teens in my extended family had already announced their intentions to fully participate in all of the festivities, so I wasn’t surprised by their actions. Neither Penny nor Misty drank much more than a glass or two of wine all evening, but they proved to be eager, enthusiastic, creative, and slightly wild when it came to the sexual aspects of the party. Their various partners throughout the night loved and adored them. Every time I saw them they were with a different man.

At midnight, most of the attendees gathered in my large living room to watch television and see the ball drop at Times Square in New York City. I saw Penny standing there with a man named Cory fucking her from behind as everyone watched the two of them and the TV. Of course, they weren’t the only ones similarly engaged.

Misty squatted a few feet away sucking down another man’s cock, and trying to restore some hardness to the wilted flower. The man was obviously in ecstasy at her efforts. Misty already had cum splattered over part of her face and visible in her hair.

Joan showed up at the last second with cum running down her leg; an exhausted man named Brent followed her like puppy dog. Doug was standing watching the television as a woman named Monica stood beside him slowly wanking his hard shaft to keep him hard. Doug had control, so it was doubtful he’d cum unless he wanted to – most probably inside the woman’s hairy pussy. He had an arm over her shoulders caressing one of her breasts. Periodically, Monica would get on her knees and suck on his engorged shaft for a minute or two. Doug had someone worshipping his teenage cock.

Dana and I had enjoyed a long and playful sex session in my big bed. Penny, Misty, and I had put rubber sheets under all the bed sheets on all the beds that afternoon so any wild emissions wouldn’t reach the mattresses. That turned out to be a wise decision. Dana had proven to be a squirter, and once I learned that fact, I found delight in making her cum hard so many times that I eventually emptied her out of her female squirt juice. I must have given her twenty or thirty orgasms over nearly ninety minutes before we stopped to watch the New Year arrive.

Some of those orgasms involved my hard shaft pumping inside her cute little middle-age body. I had a thing for stacked blondes with short hair, and she was no exception. Dana loved me by the time I finally had my last orgasm of the year deep inside her hot and eager little body. I had a devotee, and one who also had a raging affair with her teenage son to contend with. She loved him, too. We both understood each other unlike many others.

As the ball dropped signaling midnight and the New Year, everyone cheered and plastered their nude bodies against everyone else of the opposite sex. Dana’s son Bill made a point to come over and kiss his mother. It was a sweet and romantic gesture, and also demonstrated their sexual interest in each other as they fondled one another. Nobody else blinked an eye at the couple’s intimacy.

To my surprise, Penny broke away from her standing fuck, and came to me. She wrapped her nude body around mine; inserted my cock in her pussy, and we had a few very romantic and passionate kisses. She said, “I love you more than anything in the world. We are a forever couple. Thank you for this evening. This is terribly naughty and a lot of fun.”

Misty was next in line for a kiss me as Penny went back into the crowd of men and women all too willing to welcome in the New Year with a hot, naked and horny teenager. We both noticed several men and women give hot kisses to my daughter.

After the cheering and screaming about the New Year subsided, Misty rubbed her erect nipples against my chest. She asked, “Do you think we’re being too slutty?”

I laughed and replied, “I don’t think you can be too slutty at a party like this one. Go have fun.”

She laughed gaily and waded back into the sea of cocks and breasts that were pairing off for a second round of sex. An older man snapped her up in a flash.

I led a woman named Pam back to my bedroom. We paused at the door. Penny was already there with a man named Gary that turned out to be Pam’s next-door neighbor and frequent lover in-between the monthly swinger parties. Pam’s husband Rob was off somewhere with one of the other teens. Pam declared that she wanted to eat some teenage pussy before the end of the evening, and Penny said she’d wait for the honor of the occasion after Gary finished with her.

We had a hot hour playing around side-by-side. Someone once told me that great sex is wet, messy, very naughty, and dirty. They were right, and we proved it that night. Everybody’s sexual fluids were everywhere and on everyone by the time we stopped.

Pam did a masterful job of making Penny orgasm several times as she ate some loads of cum out of her pussy. She asked, “How many are in here, honey?”

Penny replied, “Five ... so far. Different men. They all liked how tight I was and couldn’t resist ejaculating in me once they got in there. I love the squishy feeling, and knowing what it is and where it came from really excites me. I love this kind of stuff and don’t want it to stop.”

We were back out in the kitchen just after one-thirty a.m. for refreshments and nourishment. The crowd seemed thinner; a few people had left. Sex burns a lot of calories, right? Penny went off with Troy Somebody, and I met Crystal, another ‘adult child’ that someone had brought and that I pegged as being in her mid-twenties.

Crystal was a wildly enthusiastic lover. Knowing I was Penny’s father and lover, she confessed to me that she was sixteen and hornier than a Louisiana tree toad in the springtime. She was a class ahead of Penny, and that’s why Penny hadn’t recognized her. She also told me that she had a raging affair with both her parents.

For her age, Crystal was stacked and built like the proverbial brick shit house. She was a gorgeous blonde and readily admitted to being a nymphomaniac. She told me she limited her activities at school, but had her parents and a neighbor to keep the edge off her passion.

Crystal and I fucked twice and I think I burned up about five thousand calories with her. She really did love sex – the energetic kind, and she was an inspiration for athletic sex. I’m sure I felt about Crystal and her delightful sexual favors about the way some of the other men were delighting in Penny and Misty.

I made sure that Crystal had an invitation to come back and to bring her parents if she and they were interested in some playtime other than at the more populated swingers’ parties. She promised she’d be back. This wasn’t her first time at a sex party, but she told me it was the first that she really ‘connected’ with a guy she really liked – me! That promise made after I’d given her about ten orgasms and gotten her to squirt. It helps to understand the physiology of a woman’s body.

I made the rounds of the house about three-thirty a.m. There were couples sleeping in each of the bedrooms. Penny and a hunky male were naked in one bed – Misty and Gary in another. I found Joan and Rob zonked out on an air mattress in a corner of the living room. They were still connected together as they slept.

I wandered outside the house into the cool evening air. I figured that at least half the cars that had been there earlier were gone. I went back inside, went back to my own bed, and curled up behind Crystal. She awoke and we made love again. I love horny teenagers.

“Dad, do you think I’m a slut?”

I chuckled, “Because of your behavior last night?”

“I fucked ten guys – or let them fuck me, or whatever; we fucked. I’d only ever had sex with three men before last night – you, Doug, and Brad, in that order. Now, I’ve fucked thirteen, and I can’t even remember the names of two of the guys. Three guys did me together, rapidly taking turns in my pussy until each of them had cum inside me. At the time, we were all laughing.”

“I think that’s starting to qualify you as a slut,” I teased.

“Oh, God. Really? I’m so sorry. I just set out to have some fun and got carried away.”

I moved to the lunch table. Penny and I were the only people in the house. Everyone else had left after they woke up. We didn’t do a big breakfast New Year’s morning, but I did have some donuts and coffee for everyone. Doug and Joan went off with one of the couples to continue the rest of the day with some further sex. Misty had gone home with her parents, mostly to get some additional clothes to bring back and take a nap.

I hugged Penny. “Honey, I love you, and you are NOT a slut. I was teasing. Let me explain.

“Have you heard of Situational Ethics? That means that you apply moral laws according to the circumstances involved. Different people apply those principles unevenly. The strictures on having sex are some of those moral laws, and they are interpreted widely and differently around the world AND from situation to situation.

“If you were working your way through the varsity basketball team at school, fucking two or three of them every day, making your willingness to fuck others known, and moving on to the next, you’d earn the slut label in almost everyone’s opinion. In the school and public situation, that behavior is unacceptable and not normal.

“But, at a swingers’ party, where fucking many members of the opposite sex and some of the same sex is expected, the label is inappropriate because that was the expected behavior and even the reason for being there. It was expected and normal behavior. Do you see?”

Penny thought about that. “So, I shouldn’t apply the criteria to judge one situation to a different situation, even though they have some similar attributes – in this case the sex?”

“Correct.” I paused and said, “I have a different question for you. Did you enjoy yourself?”

Penny looked at me, almost testing by how much she wanted to tell me. She took a deep breath, “Yes, more than you know. Before last night, even with the three men I’d made love to, I didn’t have the confidence that I was always doing the right thing with you guys when it came to having sex. Now, I have more experience, and every man made some favorable comments about what he liked that I did. I tried all sorts of different things to excite my partners. A few showed me some things, too. I liked the multi-partner sex. They all loved me, loved the way we interacted – and I mean more than just the cock in my cunt kind of thing, and each told me they wanted to see me again.”

“I’m not surprised,” I assured her with a laugh. “Not only are you mature, but you do have that teenage aura of newness and innocence about you that so many men like. You are the girl they wanted in high school but could never have. The ones they wanted were too pure, or locked into a relationship with some jock, or they didn’t have the confidence to even ask. Now, at our swingers’ parties, you show up as an available teen. You ‘put out’ and even want them to fuck you. You’re the unicorn – that rare breed of sexy young woman that loves sex and can’t get enough of it.