Chapter 1: Waiting For My Parents

It was the first weekend in October, also known as “Parents’ Weekend” at my university. A lot of my friends dreaded this weekend and it was easy to understand why. Rooms had to be cleaned, you had to introduce them to your professors, boring dinners with the president where you had to listen to him drone on with yet another speech which inevitably concluded with a plea for more money, and so on.

For me it was different. In fact it was a weekend I’d been looking forward to for over a month, ever since the last time my parents were here to drop me off so I could start my sophomore year. Sheesh, like how many times had I masturbated lately remembering how my dad had fucked me in the back of his SUV just before they left - right in the middle of the school parking lot at that. We were suppose to be saying goodbye but when he kissed me we both knew we needed it one more time, that we had to have one another again, even if for just a few minutes. So right smack in the middle of a school parking lot, with parents and their kids all around, my own father was having sex with me in the back seat while my mother watched and played with herself. Like, what could be more erotic? After THAT goodbye, do I need to say that I was looking forward to our next hello!

My dorm is normally closed to most visitors - and men at all times but on this night it was open to visitors. My roomie’s parents were the first to arrive. Oh my god, they were the ultimate baby boomer ex-yuppies! He was some kind of financial wizard and must have been extremely successful since it appeared they had more money than they knew what to do with. They were very sweet and nice to me which I appreciated.

Chapter 2: My Dad Fucks Me in My Dorm Room

My roomie Karen and her parents were about to leave for dinner at some fancy restaurant when my parents finally showed up. I was so happy to see them! I gave my mom a big hug and then my dad got one too as he gave me a cute peck on the cheek. I introduced them to Karen’s parents and we all exchanged small talk for the appropriate amount of time so as not to be rude and then they finally left.

My dad smiled and turned to me. “Hey Kelly, how’s my little girl doing? Did you miss us?”

I closed the door to my room and as I turned I gave him a sexy smile and my best “I want you to fuck me” look. Personally, I think I pull it off pretty good. At least I get the results I want most of the time. Of course I’d probably get the same results regardless!

“Hmmmmmm, why don’t you just let me show you?” I offered.

With that I went up to him and he put his arms around me and we kissed. Not the little father-daughter peck on the cheek he gave me in front of Karen’s family but this time a long, passionate, tongue swapping, wet messy kiss that lasted for several minutes. With my arms were around his neck, soon his wandering hands were grabbing at my ass through my thin skirt, each one squeezing one of my firm butt cheeks. Oh yeah, I loved the way it felt to have his hands grabbing my ass once again.

Our lips parted and I smiled at him as without a word my hands went straight to his belt buckle. Apparently my Dad really wasn’t expecting to go any further right in the middle of a girl’s dorm as he looked around to mom with a questioning look. Not surprisingly my mom just grinned and shook her head slowly as if she couldn’t believe her eyes but at the same time she sat down on Karen’s bed, obviously intending to watch us.

“Oh for goodness sakes Kelly, still your daddy’s little slut, aren’t you?” she sighed melodramatically, “Sheesh, I can’t believe you two can’t at least wait ‘til we get back to the hotel. Oh well then, you guys better get going and for goodness sakes hurry up before someone asks why the door is shut!”

I grinned as I knew she was just teasing. Sometimes I think she enjoyed watching us as much as my dad enjoyed doing me. By now I had his belt undone and was working on his zipper. Reaching down into his boxers I could feel his thick pubic hair with my fingers. My fingers ran through it, twisting it and twirling it. Then I pulled my hand out and smelled my fingers, breathing in the strong odor of his crotch that was now all over my hand. He smelled so good, like a deep musk which I always found extremely arousing. Reaching back in my hand moved down further until I felt the tip of his cock with my fingertips. Moving slowly, I grabbed his cock with my hand and felt it twitch and throb.

Dad hurriedly pulled his pants and boxers down and I knelt in front of him, his wonderful cock exposed right in front of me! It was a sight I’d missed so badly since they had left me. My tongue licked my lips in anticipation of feeling him between them and for a few moments I just leaned back and admired him. God I loved seeing him erect like he was, knowing I was the reason, knowing what he must have been thinking about me at that moment, knowing what it represented - his desire and lust for ME.

“Oh daddy, I’ve missed you soooooo much ... I’ve so missed pleasing you!”

With that I couldn’t hold back anymore and took him in my mouth, taking his semi-soft but rapidly hardening cock all the way in between my wet lips. Mmmmmmm, he felt so warm and smooth in my mouth and I could literally feel the blood pulsing into his cock as he rapidly hardened to a full erection.

“Oh god Kelly, that’s it,” my dad groaned, “Suck it! Suck me like the little slut we all know you really are. That’s it, run your tongue around it just like that and lick it.”

Yeah, like I really needed the encouragement but I still loved it when my dad talked dirty to me that way. Even though I knew he loved me completely I still felt a thrill when he called me his little slut. Of course he didn’t mean anything bad by it and I understood it turned him on to use such terms for his own daughter.

My dad’s cock hardened rapidly as I sucked him, a sensation I loved whenever I sucked any cock. Feeling a man’s dick growing in my mouth, getting hotter, thickening and growing longer and harder each passing minute was utterly fascinating to me. The BEST part though was knowing WHY it was all happening ... because of ME, that he was sexually excited by me and enjoyed what I was doing.

Since the first time a boyfriend had done it, I’ve loved watching boys masturbate, watching them stroking their hard cocks as they stare at me, knowing they’re imagining fucking me, dreaming it was me holding their cock instead of their own hand, wishing it was me sucking them or lowering my wet pussy down and around them. Yes, I love watching them cum as their sperm shoots out of their engorged cocks all over their hands and stomachs, knowing they’re dreaming of cumming in my mouth or pussy. Mmmmmm, I love them to rub their cocks in it, spreading their cum all over themselves. A few guys know how to REALLY turn me on - they scoop up some of their cum on their fingers and taste it for me! God it’s so hot to see a guy who’s mature and self-confident enough to do that!

Anyway ... Here I was sucking my own father’s erect cock right in the middle of my college dorm room while my mom watched. Having her watch made it even better as I really loved her to see me sucking my dad, seeing her husband fuck someone else and their only daughter at that. From the way she was licking her lips and rubbing herself under her skirt, she was obviously enjoying it as much as we were.

“Fuck her John,” my mother whispered huskily, “Fuck our little girl. Show me how much you missed her. Fuck our Kelly, fuck her ... for me John, do it for me!”

Wanting her to see even better, I moved over to Karen’s bed next to where my mom was sitting. As I leaned forward and rested my hands on the bed, my ass stuck up in the air and I wiggled it as an invitation to my dad - like he really needed one. My dad came up behind me and pulled up my skirt. Karen would have died had she known I wasn’t wearing any panties when her parents were visiting but she wasn’t here to see and I knew it turned my dad on. My pussy was already soaking wet from the anticipation of welcoming his cock in it.

“Damn Kelly, your pussy’s fuckin’ incredible!” my dad whispered softly, “Now spread those perfect tan legs so your daddy can fuck you right.”

My bare ass was only inches from my mother’s face now. She was evidently as anxious for him to fuck me as I was and I wanted her to have a close-up and personal view when my dad first entered me. She’d been keeping her hands to herself so far but the temptation was too great for her and so she grabbed my dad’s cock and guided it to her daughter’s waiting pussy, looking up at my dad as she did.

“There you go John,” she encouraged him, “Now stop fooling around and fuck her you horny bastard!”

“Well, if you insist dear,” my dad replied with a laugh, as if the only reason he was doing it was to please her. With that my dad pressed himself forward, my mom’s hand keeping him on target. Oh my god, I could feel his erection splitting my pussy apart, violating me as he entered me.

Moaning softly as his incestuous cock head pressed even further inside me, I said the words I knew he wanted so desperately to hear... “Oh daddy, deeper! Fuck me deeper ... Fuck me daddy ... Make me yours.”

I kept begging him to fuck me over and over again as my dad pushed himself farther and farther into me. His cock was rubbing against the walls of my pussy as inch by inch he disappeared inside of me. Just like every time he had fucked me before, I was struck with a feeling of amazement and disbelief that my very own father’s cock I was watching as it filled my pussy, joining our bodies as one. Yes ... Only a father as loving and wonderful as mine could do this to his only daughter with such passion, pure lust and desire ... with love.

“That’s it John,” my mother said in a rasping whisper, “Damn, I so love watching your cock as it moves into her. God it makes me so hot seeing you fuck out little girl like this!”

As for me, I always love it when my mom gets carried away like this. Usually she just watches us and at most plays with herself but typically she doesn’t join in or participate. She and I have sex only a fraction as many times as I do with my dad but they’re usually very personal, very intimate times that only a mother and her only daughter could share which is why I don’t even write stories about those times as they mean so much to me that I really don’t want to share them. She must be REALLY horny right now to be saying these things and I had a feeling if we had time that she would be asking to be fucked as well. It had been months since we had a three-some and I suddenly found myself looking forward to the rest of the evening!