Hunter’s love for Futa

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I somehow managed to get through the day without anyone other than Terri saying something. I kept deflecting her questions, saying I'd eaten something that hadn't agreed with me or something but that I was OK.

If you couldn't tell, I'd stop sharing with Terri about my dad. As far as she knew, I'd only done the one anonymous blowjob and her glorious plan this week was still intact.

I kept daydreaming about what had happened in the truck that morning. I still couldn't believe it. My Dad had the ability to surprise me at every turn. I wondered what else was in store, not that I could imagine a scenario I'd turn him down on.

I felt I was starting to get a bit out of control. Before my change, I never would have gone along with some of the things Dad had done. I mean, a car blowjob is one thing, but showing it off to strangers is another. Having sex with an open door and a full house, I'd never been that daring. Sex in the house, sure, but only with the door closed and some loud music going.

It seemed every time I started to get hesitant about something, my girl cock took over thinking for me. I was starting to wonder where it was going to stop.

I was exhausted by the time I came through the door to the house. I'd been tired all day and the constant fantasizing seemed to be taking a toll on me.

I made my way to the kitchen and popped open an energy drink. I needed the caffeine. If I tried to lay down for a quick nap, I'd probably fall asleep until about one a.m. and then not be able to get back to sleep. I had to push through.

Trudging upstairs, I dropped my things and headed for the bathroom. While I'd managed to make myself presentable, I still felt dirty, both physically and mentally.

The sound of my parent's shower running made me stop. Dad hadn't greeted me when I came home, so I figured he was out. Thomas shouldn't be home and besides, he never used my parents shower. My mom never came home early so I had no idea who was in the shower as I crept into the room.

As quietly as I could, I slipped into the bathroom and glanced at the shower curtain. An obviously male, present party excluded...wait...I was a futa, which meant there could be more futas out there. I tucked that thought away for later fantasizing about and returned to the shower curtain.

A guy was in the shower beating off. There, happy? Now I don't have to be clever about how I describe it. I was pretty sure it was Dad, as I'd become very familiar with the shape of his cock by now.

I grinned evilly as I quietly reached into the shower and turned off the hot water. A moment later, my dad shrieked as ice-cold water interrupted his furious masturbation session.

I watched as he frantically adjusted the water until it was back to normal. When he finally stuck his head around the curtain, he found me leaning against the sink, my arms folded, and a stern look on my face.

"Uh...hi," he started sheepishly. "I guess I...uh...deserved that huh?"

"Ya' think?" I unfolded my arms and stripped quickly before joining him in the shower.

"Move over," I ordered, pushing him and his raging hard-on to the side so I could get under the shower. I got myself wet and started my normal wash routine.

"So, you gonna help or not?" I asked, not looking at him but holding a shampoo bottle over my shoulder.

"Wasn't sure if you wanted me to," he said, taking the bottle.

This time, I did look over my shoulder at him. "I climbed into your shower, remember?" I sighed. I appreciated his caution with me, but sometimes it was annoying.

He proceeded to lather up his hands and start working on my hair. It was nice. He had a gentle touch, taking the time to pay attention and not miss anything.

Meanwhile, I was busy working on everything else.

His hands finished with my hair and started massaging my shoulders.

I thought about stopping him, but it felt too good. Even as I felt his stiff cock resting in the crack of my ass, I didn't stop him. He didn't try to do anything other than rub my shoulders.

I moaned as he moved to my shoulder blades. His hands were still soapy and slid across my skin with ease. Working down my spine, I didn't stop him as he seemed to know what he was doing.

Meanwhile, the heat from his cock as it was wedged tightly between my cheeks was intense and quickly got a rise out of me.

Then his hands slipped around my waist and began to delicately knead my stomach, working his way higher. By the time his hands began to massage my boobs, he was practically grinding against my ass.

I'd heard about people "hot dogging" before but never tried it until now. His cock seemed to still be slippery from shampoo but I didn't know how. It should have washed off by now.

I looked over my shoulder to ask him about it when he kissed me instead. The warm water was blasting against my skin, his hands were expertly working my titts and his cock was driving me nuts.

I couldn't take it anymore and turned around, embracing him and kissing him more deeply. I could feel our cocks sliding between us, his still slippery.

"So, am I forgiven?" he asked.

"I wouldn't say that," I said teasingly. I reached down and took hold of his cock. It slipped easily through my fingers as if well-lubed. "What do you have on this thing?" I asked.

"Special sauce," he grinned at me. "It's great! Safe on everything, edible and most importantly, it takes a lot to wash it off, so it stays put in the shower until you're done."

"For your special shower time?" I asked, rubbing his slick cock across my belly, causing him to gasp.

"Ye...yes," he finally managed through clenched teeth.

"Oh? A bit worked up, are we? Wasn't what I did this morning enough to sate you?" I blinked up at him with what I hoped was a sexy pout.

"What you did this morning is why this thing won't stop wanting attention!" He groaned as I rubbed our cocks together.

"Where's this...special sauce?" I said, holding my hand out.

He reached to a high shelf and pulled down a small bottle before handing it to me.

"Careful, it doesn't take a lot," he said as I unscrewed the top and poured some into my hand.

Then I reached down and smeared it across my cock, setting the bottle aside but not out of reach. I began to slowly grind our cocks together as they slipped and slided around one another. It was sexy as hell but also frustrating. As soon as you got to a good spot, your cock would slip, and you'd have to start over.

"Almost too slippery," I grinned as my free hand slipped around his waist, and a slippery finger started to slowly run down the crack of his ass.

"Yeah, be careful and don't slip--" he started but then sucked in a gasp as my finger found his hole and began to gently circle it.

"Yes? Don't slip what?" I teased having to focus on both stroking our combined cocks and teasing his ass. I finally settled on holding our two cocks together as we ground against each other.

"Uh...in the tub. Don't slip in the tub," he managed through another gasp as I slid a finger inside him.

"You do love having your ass played with, don't you?" I asked, looking up at his wild eyes.

He was moving closer to me, trying to give me better access to his ass. His eyes finally focused on me as he said, "Ye...yes." His voice was coy, one I hadn't heard from him before.

"Would you like me to play with your ass some more?" I asked.

He practically jumped at the offer. "Yes!" he groaned.

"Turn around," I commanded, pulling my finger from inside him as he obeyed. "Hands on the wall," I ordered as he put both hands on the wall, causing him to bend over slightly. "Don't move unless I tell you to, or else I'll stop. Understand?"

"Yes, Ash," he hissed, his words sending a zing down my nethers.

I ran my hands over his ass. It was still well-shaped and just begging for a--

There was a loud *SMACK* as my cupped hand slapped his wet ass firmly. He jerked but didn't move.

"Good boy, you've been trained, haven't you?" I asked.

He nodded, still looking at the wall.

I smacked his reddening ass again, harder.

"Answer me when I ask you a question," I demanded.

"Yes, Ash."

"What does she make you call her?" I rubbed his reddening ass gently, soothingly.

"Mistress," he said.

"Good, then you'll call me Master when I tell you to, understand?"

He started to turn to face me.

"I didn't say move, face the wall slut!" I had to slap his ass again; he'd disobeyed. This power trip was really doing it for me. I hadn't tried any of this out before; I had only seen it in videos. I was totally winging it.

He faced the wall again, and I reached for the small bottle. Slicking up my hands, I started to massage his now-burning cheeks. I slid one hand, knife style, down the crack of his ass and slowly sawed against him. My other hand sought out and found his nipples and began working them.

I could see his cock was still rock hard and turning an angry red.

"Wow, that cock sure looks upset," I said.

"Yes, Master, it is," he said.

"Why? Doesn't it like me rubbing against it, or is it getting jealous of your ass?" I asked as I stopped sawing and began working a finger into him.

He flinched, tightening up around my finger, but a moment later relaxed, and I slid in as far as I could.

"I was trying to cum when you came in, I didn't get to finish."

"Oh, you poor thing. Well, you're not going to finish until I say, understand? You're not allowed to touch it unless I say. Consider this payback for destroying my face in front of a stranger today." I growled into his ear as I began to work a second slippery finger inside him.

"Yes, Master," he hissed, tightening up on me again.

I rocked my fingers back and forth slowly until his hole relaxed. Then, I started moving them back and forth in longer strokes. This lube was amazing; it was like my fingers were water; they slid so easily.

"You think you can handle three fingers, or is two your limit?" I tweaked his nipple, reminding him my fingers were there too.

"More Master, please," he groaned.

"My, my, my. You are the little anal slut, aren't you?" I asked.

"Yes, Master," he nodded his head vigorously.

"Then say it!" I said, my third finger working to slip past his tight ring.

"I'm an anal slut," he panted. His words weren't joking or teasing. He was really getting into it. Apparently, my father's ass was his kryptonite!

"You really do like having your ass played with, don't you?" I said in a normal voice, curious.

"More than you know, Master."

"That's right, all I had to do was stick one little finger in there that first night, and you blew your load on the spot," I said, watching his face turn red. "There's nothing to be ashamed of; you like what you like. Don't be afraid to tell me what you want," I whispered in his ear.

By this point, I had all three fingers sliding back and forth with ease through his backside. I looked and his cock was trembling.

"You look like you're about to blow your load all over that wall right now," I said. "All I'd have to do was wrap my hand around your cock while my fingers continued to pump your ass and it would be splatter town, population: you."

I reached forward and ran a nail down his cock, just barely touching its soft belly.

"Would you like that?"

"Oh God, yes, Master!" His whole body shuddered to the point that I thought he was going to collapse.

"Well, tough," I said, flicking the head of his cock roughly with my finger. "This is still a punishment, remember?"

"Yes, Master," his voice caught.

Wow, I was really getting to him. I'd never had this kind of control over anyone. I could get to like this.

"Look at that, taking three fingers like a champ. You've obviously had some practice before. How many did you take before you couldn't handle it anymore?" I asked.

"Five, Master," his voice trembled.

"All five? You got yourself fisted?" I asked.

"Yes, Mis...Master," he said, correcting himself.

I stopped, my fingers pulling out of him suddenly and making him whimper.

"You're being punished, and you dare to call me by her name?"

"I'm sorry Master, I--"

"Shut up slut." I shook my head tsking at him. Part of me really was pissed. I was nothing like my mom.

"I guess I'll have to teach you a lesson. One that will make sure there's no doubt in that slutty little brain of yours that I'M NOT HER!"

I grabbed the bottle and dripped some more liquid down the crack of his ass, as well as my cock. He shuddered as the dripping liquid slid across his abused hole. Then he whimpered as I placed the fullness of my fat cock between his cheeks.

I started to rock back and forth, hot dogging him this time. Surprisingly, it felt wonderful. I could easily do this for a while and see myself blowing my wad all over his back. But that's not what I wanted...today.

"Put your head against the wall," I said as he leaned further forward, presenting his ass to me.

I looked down to find his hole clinching every time the head of my cock slid across it.

"Does she have one of these?" I asked, grinding my cock hard into his ass.

"N...no Master."

"That's right, she doesn't. She can't do this, can she?" I stopped at the entrance to his hole and waited. I'd greased myself up so much that it was dripping on the shower floor. I'd have to watch my footing, just like he'd said.

I was shocked as I watched the head of my cock slip easily into his ass with the slightest of pressure.

He sucked in a breath, "No Master, she can't." His voice pulled me from the fascination I was in, watching as the head of my cock was sitting in my father's asshole.

I pushed just a little and met barely any resistance as two inches slipped into him, causing him to groan.

"Well, shit. You are a little butt slut, aren't you? I've never seen a cock slide into someone's ass so easily. Especially one my size. You must practice a lot."

He was biting his lip as he answered, "Yes, Master." His face was a mask of concentration.

"Wow, you must really have to be working hard to be swallowing my cock the way you are right now," I said, now more than halfway in.

He didn't respond, only nodded, lost in whatever concentration he was focused on. But we couldn't have that.

I stopped moving.

His reaction was immediate. He finally realized what he'd done and said a hasty, "Yes, Master!"

"That's better. If you really want to be my little butt slut, you need to pay more attention."

"Yes, Master!" He shouted like a boot responding to a drill instructor.

I smiled and returned to sinking my cock into his ass.

"Almost there slut. You're doing great kiddo," I said, assuming the same voice he'd talked to me with in the car this morning.

"Thank you, Master!" He was starting to pant heavily now as I filled him.

I met a bit of resistance and paused. So far, the feeling of him wrapped around me so tightly was delicious. I desperately wanted the rest of him around me.

"You know why you have to call me Master, right? Why she isn't allowed that title?"

"Yes, Master!" he snapped.

"Oh? Why?" I asked.

"Because the Master has a cock!" He grunted now, feeling the weight of my cock inside of him.

"That's right. I'm your Master, and I have a cock!" I said as I slammed the last inch or so into him, pushing past the resistance.

He gasped loudly as my pelvis was nestled firmly against his ass checks.

"Oh Christ," he murmured.

"What is it slut? Is it too much for you?" I asked, throwing more evil in my voice. "Should I take it out?" I said as I pulled back a few inches.

"No, NO! Please no, Master. I want it, I want it in me!" He was begging. This wasn't play-acting; my dad was actually begging to have his daughter's girl cock in his ass.

"What? You want this!" I said, slamming home and burying myself in his ass.

His only response was a groan, long, low and loud. It made me smile.

"Y..yesssss, Master." He finally said when he could speak again.

"So, what now slut? Now that you have my cock, what are you going to do with it?" I asked.

"Master?" confusion was clear in his voice.

"Well, you don't expect me to do all the work, do you? This is YOUR punishment after all," I said, still holding onto his hips and grinding deep within him.

"Yes, Master," he said. Then with some apparent effort, he pulled himself away from me, my cock slowly sliding out of him a few inches before he pushed back and buried me once more.

I had to admit, it was sexy as hell watching my dad fuck himself on my cock. I actually got lightheaded watching his stretched asshole moving back and forth slowly. I wasn't sure if he was still adjusting to my size or if he was afraid of slipping or what. All I knew was he was going way too slow for my taste.

"What's wrong slut? Are you tired?" I asked.

"No, Master."

"You afraid of my cock?"

"A little, Master."

"As you should be. My cock could tear you to pieces if I wanted to. So, you're not tired and not afraid. So, what's the problem? Why are you going so slow?"

"It feels too good, Master," He groaned, once more pulling himself off my cock a few inches.

"Oh, well we can't have that now, can we?" I said, grabbing his hips and roughly sinking my dick all the way into his ass in one smooth thrust.

He cried out. I wasn't sure if it was in pain or pleasure. At this point, the line was being blurred.

But I started moving then. I had a firm hold of his hips as I slid in and out of him. Not those short strokes, either. No, these were full strokes, but I did have the courtesy not to pull all the way out. As I said before, I'm not a monster.

He seemed to take me in stride, easily matching my strokes and pushing back against me.

"Damn slut, you are good. How many times have you had your ass fucked anyway?" I asked, mostly out of curiosity. The feeling of his tight hole sliding back and forth on my cock was driving me insane.

"With one cock or two Master?" His voice was lighter than before. I figured he'd finally adjusted to my size and was getting into it.

"Two? You've had two cocks in your ass? At the same time?" I couldn't believe it. I'd seen it once in a video, but I never thought someone would do it for fun.

"Oh yes, Master. But they didn't feel half as good as you do!"

"You little suck-up," I said, my mind still trying to wrap my head around all the things my father had apparently done. I was glad I had a cock now; if I hadn't, he probably wouldn't have touched me because I was too tame.

"Thank you, Master. You can fuck me harder if you want. I can take it," he offered.

"Oh, you can?" I said as I slammed as hard as I could into him. He rocked forward, grunting, but he still took it.

"Yes, Master, I want to be the best butt slut for you I can," he said.

I tried not to laugh.

"Too much?" he asked in a normal tone.

I slapped him hard on the ass.

"Too much, Master?" he tried again.

"Just beg me," I said, sweat now breaking out of my forehead. This was work, it was fun work, but still work.

"Beg you, Master?"

"To fuck you," I said.

"Please, Master. Fuck my ass. Fuck it hard, I like it when you rail me like the butt slut I am. Just use me like a cum dumpster," while the words could be considered corny, the way he said them made me pound him all the more.

"Yes, Master, that's it. Pump me, pump your slut. I want it, I want all your cum in my ass. I can't wait, please, Master, hurry and cum!"

His words lit something else in me that growled. A growl that escaped my lips as I pounded my dad's ass. 

"Yes, my little slut, that's right. I am going to fill your dirty hole with my thick seed. I'm going to fill you so much you can't keep it all in. I want to fucking breed you at this point bitch."

My Dad looked back at me, his eyes on fire. "Do it, do it now. Blow it all in me. I want to feel your cum. Pump me full of it!"

And then I did just that. My cock felt like it exploded as I slammed as far into his ass as I could and just unloaded in him.

"Oh God, I can feel it!" he said, the look on his face absolute shock. "You keep getting bigger! Oh, don't stop!"

And I couldn't stop. My cock just kept erupting, longer and harder than ever before. His ass just kept sucking it out of me and drinking it down. It felt like my dad's ass was giving me a blowjob, it was incredible!

Finally, my orgasm ebbed, and my legs threatened to go out on me again! I needed to get to the gym or something.

"I gotta sit down," I said shakily.

My father looked back at me, concerned, "You OK?"

"Legs...shaky," I muttered, my brain still foggy from this incredible feeling.

Somehow, Dad pulled the shower curtain back out of the way and rotated, my cock still inside him, until I could sit on the edge of the tub.

I grabbed the sides with both hands as my legs shook uncontrollably and the room span.

"Easy," Dad said as he gently pulled himself off me, my cock flopping down as exhausted as I was.

A moment later, he shut off the water.

When I next saw him, the room had stopped spinning, but my legs were still jelly.

"Are you OK?" my dad said, leaning over me with concern. He put both hands on my shoulders and looked into my still-rolling eyes.

"Ye...yeah. I'm OK. It was just...intense. Like, nothing I'd ever felt before. I thought I was going to pass out!" I said, shaking my head.

"Well, what can I say, I'm just that good," he grinned down at me as he stood up.

"I'll say!" I said and then saw his cock. It was at eye level with me, still hard and the angriest purple I'd ever seen. I realized that while I'd lost my mind filling him, he was still aching for release.

"Come here," I said, reaching out and pulling him to me by his cock.

He hissed as I touched him. From how he sounded, I'd just burned him with my touch. I cupped his balls with one hand and wasted no time on taking him into my mouth.

"I am so close it hurts, baby," he groaned.

"Do you want me to make it last?" I asked, looking up at him with his cock in my mouth. I know how sexy that was to me. I hoped he liked it as well.

"God, no, I just need to cum. Probably twice just to shake this feeling," he begged.

I nodded with his cock in my mouth and gently took him deep. I pulled off just as slowly before taking him deep again and grinding him against the back of my throat.

He groaned and reached for the sides of my head. He tried to move my head, to fuck my face, but I shook my head.

He didn't need that, he needed this, what I was giving him. He'd thank me later.

I pulled off, stroking his cock and looking up into his eyes imploringly.

"Cum for me, my little butt slut," I said, putting all the sultry into my voice that I could. Then I placed my lips on his head and tightened my lips as I slowly impaled my face on his cock. He was shaking by the time I got halfway down, and by the time I bottomed out, he was blowing big globs of cum into my mouth. I gobbled them up like mana from heaven.

Now, it was his turn to have wobbly legs, but I held him up.

"You were amazing," I said after a few moments to collect myself. "I've never...just never," was all I could say.

"Ditto. I probably won't be able to sit for a week, but it was so worth it. Being filled by your cock was...just so...God!" He said, looking down at me. "You OK?" he asked.

"Yeah, I think I'm good now. What about you?" I asked, pointing at his still very hard cock.

"Uh, that's new," he said, looking down at his erection in wonder.

I grinned up at him, "You been taking little blue pills again?"

"What? No," he said.

"Sure, sure," I nodded. "Want me to take care of this?"

"Yes, please, Master." He grinned back.

Without another word, I leaned forward and pulled him once again into my throat. Just as before, he hissed as I touched him. I glanced up at him in question.

"It's nothing, it just feels wonderful," he said.

I could still taste his cum as I worked him with my tongue. It wasn't as good as mine, but not unpleasant.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him hesitate, then shake out his hands and put them behind his back. I reached over, grabbed both his hands and placed them to either side of my head. I held them there as I slowly pulled his cock out of my mouth with a loud *POP*!

"You just need to get this out of your system, don't you?" I looked up at him, resting his cock on my cheek as I did.

"How do you do that?" He looked at me in wonder.

"Do what?" I asked.

"It's like you're a wet dream come to life. The things you say, the things you do. They're so much more. It's almost like you can read my mind for the sexiest thing you could possibly do, and then you do it," he said.

I slid his cock across my face from one cheek to another, leaving a small trail of precum as I did. "Don't know what you're talking about," I teased.

"See! Right there! That! That was something straight out of a guy's porn fantasy!"

"What's wrong with porn fantasies?" I said, continuing to rub his cock on my face. My free hand returned to his balls and gently stroked them, running my fingers behind them to that sweet spot I'd read about.

"Nothing!" Dad said. "It's just nobody does them, not really."

"Oh? Do you want me to stop?" I said, leaning forward and sucking first one then the other testicle, into my mouth. Then I slowly ran my tongue up the underside of his cock until it was resting across my face again. The fingers on my free hand were suddenly wet as I continued to rub his taint. *Oh yeah!* I thought.

"Stop? No! It's just--"

"Then stop thinking about it, or else I won't be able to do this!" I slid two of my free fingers up the crack of his ass, through the small river of my cum, and sank them knuckle-deep into his gaping ass. At the same time noisily slurping his cock back into my mouth.

I thought he was going to fall over. He was shaking from the sudden assault by my mouth and fingers. His hands grasped my head tightly more to keep from falling than anything else.

Meanwhile, my two fingers noisily slid through my cum leaking from his ass and deep into him. A moment later, a third joined, then a fourth as I found my cock had made short work stretching out his ring.

Then he took control. He was upright now, standing on his own and throating me like there was no tomorrow. I kept my mouth open, letting all the drool and precum flow out in the most nastily sexy display possible. We were still in the tub, so I wasn't worried about making a mess.

As he face-fucked me, I noticed he wasn't being as rough as he had been this morning. I guess whatever revenge fantasy he'd had was over now. Now, he just wanted to get off in his daughter's mouth.

God, it was sexy thinking that.

I withdrew two fingers, choosing precision over quantity. I found his prostate and began rubbing it like you'd rub your date's clit on prom night. Not that I'd know what that was like...yeah right!

His reaction was instant. He groaned and arched his back, his cock momentarily forgotten as I practically treated him like a puppet: my hand up his ass and controlling him.

Unfortunately...well sorta...I looked up at him just as he started cumming. This very first blast hit me right in the eye; it never failed. I felt the others on my face and, sadly, in my hair. By the end, he shook uncontrollably, and my face was painted white.

The shower that followed was brief and not sexual in the slightest. We were both exhausted, and sex was the furthest thing from our minds at that point. Well, not mine, but I was too tired to do anything about it.

I managed to stumble back to my room just as I heard the front door open. I glanced at my phone, two hours had passed. We'd been fucking in the shower for two hours! I pondered how this happened before curling up on my bed and passing out.

Dad woke me up later for dinner. I would have just skipped it, but it would have probably looked bad, so I got up and ate. Afterward, I talked with Dad in his office for a bit. All we did was talk; we were both too tired for anything else.

Mom was supposed to leave for her trip straight from work and Terri was supposed to come home with me tomorrow night to stay the night. I told Dad all about her plan, so we made some plans of our own. Plotting against my best friend, sneaking around behind my mom's back, it all made things so much hotter. I felt like I was living out some bad porny romance novel.

When I finally crawled upstairs and went to bed, I dreamt Thomas came into my room in the middle of the night and was jacking off over me. I'd been too tired to put on my sleep clothes and had fallen asleep on top of my covers, nude.

Thomas had found me passed out naked and started jacking off before getting up the nerve to brush his cock across my lips. In my dream, I'd woken up and just watched as he slid his cock deeper into my open mouth. I was too tired to protest or really join in. So, he just plowed my face right there on my pillow. I heard him call my sister's name just before feeding me a disappointingly small load.

I woke up the next morning wondering if that had really happened. I mean, I don't know what I mean. There was a funny taste in my mouth, making me think maybe it had happened. But then I remembered I'd been too tired to brush my teeth before bed last night.

Then I started really thinking about yesterday. Usually, when I came home, I stopped by Thomas's room and said hi because you never knew when he'd be home with his weird schedule. Dad's shower being on had distracted me.

Had Thomas been in the house the whole time? I started to freak out. Even his noise-cancelling headphones couldn't block out everything. And Dad and I had been pretty loud yesterday.

Shit.

 ------X------ 

I was sore in the morning, but nothing too terrible. I popped some vitamin M and went to school. Dad hadn't said anything out of the ordinary to me, but then again, Thomas was there at the breakfast table. Thomas didn't say anything either, but that was pretty much normal for him.

While I was still tired, the thought of what might happen tonight kept me going as I headed out to catch the bus. Luckily, school passed quickly, and Terri came home with me. Terri had been texting me all the things she wanted to try tonight. It was like a running porn commentary.

When we got home, Mom was already gone for her trip, having left from work and Thomas still wasn't home from school yet.

Dad was working on dinner in the kitchen when we came in.

"Ladies, it's pasta for dinner tonight. I hope that's alright," Dad said, glancing over his shoulder from where he was cutting up vegetables.

"Sounds great, Dad," I said.

"Are you going to be putting any sausage in tonight?" Terri asked.

I couldn't believe she was starting so soon, let alone being that cliché. I saw my dad's shoulders move as he chuckled.

"No, just ground beef tonight," he said.

"Well, as long as it has some meat. I love me some meat," Terri said, grinning, but my dad didn't turn around.

"Come on," I groaned, dragging her up to my room. Once we were safely in my room with the door closed, I continued.

"That was horrible!" I said.

Terri just shrugged. "You gotta plant the seed early. Give it time to germinate, you know?"

I just rolled my eyes. "You've had a lot of experience seducing older men, I take it?"

"A bit," Terri said, shrugging.

"Just...try not to be so cliché next time, please? It sounded like the intro to a bad porno."

"That's what I'm going for!" Terri smiled. "Every guy fantasizes about porn. If they sense they were going to be in that sort of situation, they come running."

I thought about what Dad had said about how dirty I'd been acting. I guess Terri had a point.

"I take it you speak from even more experience?" I teased.

"Who me?" Terri gave me an innocent expression. "What time does your brother get home?"

"About an hour. Why, gonna try to bang my dad before then?" I asked.

"Well, not properly. I figured I'd give him a little tease. But, if he wants me to, I'll drop to my knees in the kitchen to get at that hog you keep going on about."

I hadn't told Terri anything Dad and I had been up to since that first night. She still thought it had been a one-time deal.

"Oh, so what's your big game plan?" I asked.

"Well, for starters, I'm gonna--"

***

A few minutes later, I found myself down in the living room, flipping through channels on the TV.

"Where's Terri?" Dad asked, poking his head into the room.

"I'm supposed to figure out a reason to get you to go upstairs," I said, looking back at him over the couch.

"Oh?"

"Yeah, she's got a one-track mind, and it's all about porn. She wants you to catch her using your shower instead of mine." I leaned over the couch and looked at him.

"Before dinner?" he asked, incredulous.

"Yeah, she's 'priming the pump,' as she puts it," I said.

"Well, I guess I shouldn't keep her waiting, should I? Keep an eye on the sauce for me?" he asked as he handed me his phone.

"Uh, sure. What's this for?" I asked, taking his phone.

He tapped the screen, and the lock screen disappeared, revealing a screen split into quarters. Each quarter contained a different camera that had been set up in his room.

"You've been busy," I said, my eyes widening.

"You have no idea," he said as he turned towards the stairs and then stopped. He leaned down and kissed me briefly.

"You sure you still want to go through with this?" he asked. "I'm more than happy with what we have right now."

"It's all right," I grinned, knowing that he wouldn't turn down a chance to bang my best friend. He was making sure I was OK with it. I knew he'd be more than willing to not go through with this if I said the word. I'd already thought about it, and since I wasn't one for monogamy, I wasn't about to stop this trainwreck we were heading towards. Besides, the thought of what we'd planned had me so horny it was ridiculous.

He nodded once, then made his way upstairs.

I touched my lips as I watched him go. That was not a fatherly kiss in the slightest. Turning back to the phone, I scanned the screens.

I knew my dad had a security system with cameras outside the house and a few inside at the entryways. He'd set it up himself and was pretty much the only person who knew how it worked.

As I fiddled with the screen, I found a way to cycle through them all. Each one still had the labels from where he'd taken them down from outside and put them in various places around the house, including cameras in my room! I grinned at the thought and started planning a show for him. My dad was turning out to be a dirty old man, and I loved it!

He'd also put cameras in the bathrooms, and I was currently getting a beautiful shot of a naked Terri lathering herself up. I loved her dark skin; it was soft, smooth, and flawless. This only matched her large boobs, smackable ass, and cute face you couldn't help but want to sit on. I wondered if she'd also made a deal to get such perfect features.

I was absentmindedly stirring the pasta sauce while my eyes were glued to the phone.

The phone suddenly rumbled, and I realized the cameras had microphones, too! I heard the shower running and then a knock on the bathroom door. It was already open a good foot and swung open even more with Dad's knocking.

My dad had been standing just outside the door for a while now, getting a good eyeful of Terri for himself before he'd knocked.

"Could you get me a towel? I forgot to grab one from the closet," Terri asked.

The bathroom was slightly steamy from all the hot water she was blasting. The shower curtain was also opaque, so while you could see some, you didn't get to see all.

I watched as my dad stepped into the bathroom without a word and grabbed a towel from the closet. A moment later, the water shut off. As my dad reached to hand the towel over the top of the curtain, Terri ripped the curtain open, revealing all God had given her.

They both stared at one another with shocked expressions that I knew were fake. I thought they would keep staring at one another forever when my dad finally handed her the folded towel.

That seemed to break the spell. Terri grabbed the towel and covered herself while my dad stepped out of the bathroom.

"Sorry, I thought you were Asher," my dad said.

"I thought you were Asher too," she said, laughing.

My dad joined in with a chuckle. "Sorry about that."

Terri's reply was the sultriest voice I'd ever heard, "That's all right, Mr. Bentley, I'm not that shy."

My dad made a noise like he was clearing his throat. "Well, you are a very lovely girl, Terri. Let me know if you need anything else," he said, an unmistakable waiver in his voice that I don't think was an act.

"Thank you, Mr. Bentley, I'll do that," Terri said with the same voice that was making my cock hard.

Dad left the room quickly and came downstairs. When I saw his face, he was visibly shaken.

"Oh wow," I said. "You look like you just got the shock of your life," I teased.

"That girl's gonna give me a heart attack!" Dad said, returning to his post in the kitchen.

"It looked like you were handling your own," I said as I handed him the spoon.

"I was until she used that damned voice. Holy shit!" he hissed.

I reached down without a word and felt his erection straining against his pants. "Wow, she did get to you, didn't she?" I reached into his pants and adjusted his cock until it was at a more comfortable angle.

Dad just coughed and continued to stir the sauce.

I took pity on him and headed upstairs, but not before giving his hard cock a squeeze that made him jump. I'd left his phone on the counter with the camera set on my room.

I was just sitting down on my bed when Terri walked in, wrapped in a towel and nothing else.

"So? How'd it go?" I grinned at her.

"Damn," was all Terri said.

"Damn?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'm gonna tear him up," Terri commenced to tell me everything I already knew while she was drying her hair with a second towel. When she finished, she turned to me and just stared.

"What?" I asked.

"Your mom is definitely not taking care of that man," Terri said.

"Oh?"

"Yeah. If she were, he would have turned around a lot sooner. Instead, he practically took a vacation while he was checking me out," Terri said.

"Well," I started, grabbing at her towel and tugging it off. "Can you blame the guy?" I said before taking her breasts in my hands and bringing my mouth to a hard nipple. Her skin was still warm and slightly damp from the shower. As soon as my tongue slid across her nipple, Terri let out a low groan and pushed her chest into my face.

I massaged her chest gently, the way I knew she liked it. Terri loved having her boobs played with. She was so sensitive it made me a little jealous. She told me it was all about state of mind, and if I tried hard enough, I could trick myself into being more sensitive. Yeah, that hadn't worked for me.

I took my time kissing my way from one nipple to another. When her hand slid to the back of my head and grabbed a handful of my hair, I knew what was coming next and went with it.

Terri was one for control. She liked being the one in charge and calling all the shots. I usually didn't mind her antics, as I enjoyed being handled. Besides, I planned on turning the tables on her later tonight.

She pushed me down, making me slide off the bed and to a sitting position between her legs. Not letting go of my hair, she forced my face forward and into her bush.

Terri trimmed, she liked having a neat bush down there. She said it added a little cushion for when things got rough. I didn't care, there wasn't enough to get in the way. The only thing was that it tickled my nose something fierce.

When Terri arched her back from my tongue's attentions on her slit, I risked a glance up to where I figured dad had hidden the camera in my room. I slid my tongue up and down her slit, occasionally darting between the folds, all while looking at the camera. I really hoped he was watching. If not, I'd have to make him pull up the playback.

I gave the camera a wink while at the same time sliding a finger inside Terri and sucking her clit into my mouth. Terri reacted instantly, her legs trembling, and both her hands now had a rough hold of my hair. She started to grind against my face, pushing my head back against the bed. Her breath was quick, and she grunted with each thrust of her hips as she ground her clit against my mouth.

I did my best to keep up, but before I could get a handle on things, she was gushing over my face in her first orgasm of the night.

I held onto her as she slowly came down, afraid her legs might give out.

"Oh damn," she finally sighed and released my head from where it had been pinned. "God, I love doing that to you," she said as she flopped onto my bed, spent.

"I hope you're not done for the night," I grinned at her, knowing she wasn't.

"Of course I'm not done. But damn girl, you sure know how to get me off," Terri said through half-lidded eyes.

I stood up and leaned over her still quivering form. She was a goddess, sprawled naked on my bed, wet and heaving. I could have watched her delicious curves all day, but just then, I heard my dad call that dinner was ready.

I leaned over and kissed her, making sure she got a full taste of what she'd smeared on my face. I stood up and grabbed one of the towels she'd brought in. Quickly drying my face, I tossed the towel to her, but she was still out of it.

"Dinner's on if you want to get dressed," I said.

"Do I have to?"

"Well, I'm sure I wouldn't mind, nor would Dad, but Thomas should be home by now, and he's likely to run and hide," I grinned.

"Oh yeah...Thomas," Terri said as some life came back to her face.

 ------X------ 

We were gathered around the TV, watching whatever was on when I spoke up.

"Hey, Dad, can we have some of that wine we had that one time?" I asked.

"Oh yes, please, Mr. Bentley, that was so good!" Terri said. Ever since the shower, she'd been stressing the "Mr. Bentley" on my dad. From the look of his pants, it was working.

Dad let us have a little drink on special occasions...usually when Mom wasn't home to disapprove. It was never enough to get drunk, maybe half a glass or so.

"I dunno, you remember last time?" my dad asked.

I did; I'd gotten a little tipsy and knocked over one of Mom's little table statues. It hadn't broken, but it could have.

"I said I was sorry," I said, turning just a touch of the innocent voice. "And I promise that won't happen this time," I nodded.

My dad looked hesitant, which was really good acting as I knew he'd love to get us loaded...or at least give us an excuse.

"Mom's not here, she won't know!" I said, finally breaking through his resistance.

The wine was good...at least in my limited experience. In no time, I was feeling a mighty good buzz and started my act of falling asleep.

I was sitting in a sofa chair while Terri was sitting on the couch beside my dad. I put my head down and slowly closed my eyes while I was listening to their conversation. Terri was speaking nonsense about school which practically put me to sleep for real.

"Oh look, Ash's nodded off," my dad said.

"Shhh, don't wake her. I know she's had a hard day with the tests we had today; they were rough," Terri lied. We hadn't had tests today...had we?

A moment of silence passed, and I cracked my eyes to see what was going on. My dad and Terri were looking at one another in silence. Another moment passed, and I started to think something had gone wrong when Terri spoke up.

"Mr. Bentley,"

"Please Terri, you can call me Sinjin, you know that," My dad said. His name was Saint John, but everyone called him Sinjin.

"Sure...but I like calling you MR. Bentley," Terri giggled.

"Oh," my dad said noncommittally.

"Can I ask you a question, MR. Bentley?" Terri stressed the Mr. again.

"Sure."

"Did you like what you saw earlier?" Terri leaned back against the couch.

"Uh, well...I," my dad stuttered.

"It's all right; I turned 18 well before Ash did, MR. Bentley. I'm legal now; you can't get in trouble," Terri said, slowly shifting her voice into that sultry one she'd used earlier.

"Oh, I'm sure you can get me into lots of trouble, Terri, but it's not right. You're Ash's friend, I'm quite a bit older, and...and I'm married," Dad said, less hesitantly now.

"Oh, Ash doesn't mind," Terri said slowly. "And...age isn't an issue as long as you're up for it." Terri glanced down at his tented pants. "And it's obvious your wife isn't taking care of you."

I didn't know when Terri had put her hand on my father's thigh, but as I watched, it slid up and grasped his obvious erection.

"Otherwise, you wouldn't have this right now, MR. Bentley," Terri said, the full sultry voice thing coming on now.

My dad actually gasped in surprise. I thought he was going to lose his cool, but he recovered quickly.

"Are you sure?" He groaned, and she nodded, her eyes blazing. "Then, let's go upstairs. I don't want Asher to wake up and see us."

"Are you sure? You might be surprised what she likes watching," Terri said, trying at more seed planting.

Both of them knew I wasn't asleep and I was hearing and watching the whole spectacle. I loved the feeling of this power, working both sides against each other. It was delicious.

"OK," Terri said in a sing-song voice. "You're in charge, MR. Bentley."

My dad's eyebrows raised at that comment. "What, are you saying you're willing to do whatever I tell you?"

I'd planted this one in Terri's ear. She knew my parents had some light bondage fetishes, and I told her I figured that might seal the deal with him if she went along.

Standing and holding her hand out to Dad, Terri said, "Whatever you want, MR. Bentley," she purred.

"OK, don't stop calling me that; it's hot," my dad said as he stood up and pulled her in for a kiss right in front of me. It was long and hot, and it took all my self-control not to squirm as I watched. My cock was at an incredibly painful angle right now.

Then, they headed upstairs. When they were out of sight, I sighed and stretched. The weird angle had been pinching my neck, but I hadn't been about to ruin their scene.

I pulled my phone from my pocket and opened the app my dad had put on it during dinner. I cycled through the cameras until I tracked them walking down the hall and into my dad's room. Neither one of them bothered to close the door, the tramps.

They talked in low, sexy whispers I couldn't hear before Terri began to strip for my dad. I don't know if he told her to or if she was doing it on her own, but the striptease made my mouth water.

When she finished, Terri climbed onto the bed and held her hands out while my father attached restraints to her wrists. She lay back on the bed, her hands secured above her head, but her legs were still free.

My father slowly removed his clothes, revealing he hadn't been wearing underwear. His cock was at half-staff as he moved forward and secured her ankles to a pair of long straps. They let her have some movement, but she couldn't go anywhere.

"I've never done anything like this, MR. Bentley," Terri flat-out lied, the slut. I was so going to punish her later.

"I'll be gentle," my dad also lied as he slid between her legs and took up the job I'd had earlier today.

He must have been doing a good job, as Terri was honestly writhing in pleasure. I knew when she was faking it, and this wasn't it.

It took me forever to figure out how to make the cameras zoom in. When I finally figured it out, I was treated to a 4k view of my father eating out my best friend. He already had one finger in her ass, two in her pussy, and his mouth was giving her clit a workout.

It wasn't long before Terri was desperately trying to stay quiet as her orgasm approached.

"Don't hold back; be as loud as you want," my dad said, his face slick with her juices.

"But Ash," Terri said.

"It's OK; the house is made to be quiet," My dad blatantly lied. He wanted her to get loud so I could hear it. Bless him.

Then, Terri was screaming the rafters down as she strained at her bonds and twisted this way and that, cumming her brains out. I knew some of it was for show, but that didn't matter; you got points for showmanship.

When Terri finally came down, my father was running his hands slowly over her sweat-laced body. He went from her toes to her fingers and skipped every erogenous zone in between. By the time Terri had fully recovered, she was already revving back up again.

When my dad started kneading her massive tits, I couldn't take it anymore and snuck upstairs. I hid out around the corner where I could hear everything but used the cameras to keep an eye on the action.

My dad had rearranged Terri's bonds. Now she was up on all fours, facing away from the door, at the edge of the bed. My father was standing in front of her, his cock just out of her reach. No matter how hard she tried, the straps wouldn't let her move forward enough to touch him. I could sense her frustration, but I knew it only aroused her more.

Moving around the bed, my father had made it so Terri couldn't move. She strained to watch him but could only see so much.

He ran one finger across her body slowly, causing her to let out a groan of frustration.

"Patience, young one. You'll get it soon enough," he said, stopping behind her and running his hand across her backside.

"But MR. Bentley, I want to taste it, please," Terri begged. It was only half begging, but it was enough to let me know she was actually frustrated. Dad was doing a good job.

"Soon, first, I want a good look at what you're hiding here," his fingers splayed out her folds, exposing more of her insides.

Terri groaned as his fingers began to explore her. I could see her juices trailing down her slit and pooling at her clit, which was being completely ignored.

A moment later, he leaned down, his hands still exploring her, and licked her asshole.

Terri actually squeaked and jumped a little. It was adorable. She wasn't really one for anal; I was surprised she'd let my dad put a finger in her ass earlier; she'd never let me do it...the bitch. Now my father was running his tongue all around her brown eye, and she was panting like the bitch in heat she was.

"Mr. Bentley," she panted. "You shouldn't be doing that...there," she gasped in her real voice, not the sex-kitten from before.

"Oh?" My dad said just before darting his tongue straight past her sphincter, causing her to squeal again. "It sounds like you like it," he said before returning to spit-shining her asshole.

"But...it's...oh!" was all Terri could get out between gasps.

"It actually sounds like you want to cum...just from my tongue in your ass," My dad's words made my cock throb.

My dad hadn't been one to curse, not really. He tried not to around us kids. But now, hearing him in all his dirty glory just made me gush.

Finally, he stopped when Terri could take no more and was about to peak again.

Terri whimpered, but not for long as my father moved around the bed and knelt, kissing her deeply. I was proud of my dad for making her suck the tongue that was just in her ass. That was dirty even for me. I wished I could see the face she was making.

Then he stood up, leveling his cock at her lips. She wasted no time and stuffed him into her mouth roughly, without the usual skill I'd seen her display. His attentions must have really set her off.

I grinned, watching my friend break down and lose her cool right before me. I hadn't been unaffected by their escapades. My cock was so hard it hurt right now, and my pants were drenched.

I saw my dad glance at the door and knew it was time.

I peeled off my clothes and pulled out one of Dad's bottles of "special sauce" I'd had in my pocket this whole time. Generously slicking up my member, I silently entered the room. I could see my dad had done a good job, as Terri's entire backside was glistening.

Terri was still gobbling my dad's cock. Her loud slurping sounds more than covered my approach right up until I pulled my cock back and let it flop roughly on the crack of her ass.

Terri jumped. She probably would have jumped off the bed if she hadn't been restrained. It was hilarious to see her trying to turn around to look at me but keep my dad's cock in her mouth at the same time.

I'd refused to show Terri my cock before. This was the first time she was getting a taste of what I'd been given. I couldn't imagine what was going through her mind right now.

"What? You think you're the only sneaky one here? Now hold still," I said as I positioned my well-lubed (I wasn't a monster) cockhead at the entrance to her ass.

Her eyes went wide as she finally understood what was about to happen. She tried to say something, but my dad grabbed her head and forcefully began to pump her mouth.

"You did say you wanted my cock; well, here it is bitch!" I said as I began to work myself into her.

This wasn't punishment, not really. I knew she'd have gotten around to this eventually. That's the kind of slut she...the kind of sluts we were. I just decided to start her introduction to my cock by training her ass with it.

I couldn't take my eyes off the head of my cock as it slowly eased itself past her tight muscle.

Terri gasped as I entered her, choking on my dad's cock.

Once the head was in, I held back, giving her a chance to relax. I knew, if I was in her position, I'd have a hard time with something this size.

"I think she likes it, Ash," my dad said before sliding back into her mouth.

"She'd better. This is all she's getting until she tells me how much she loves it," I felt dirty saying it and it sent a jolt through my nethers.

Terri just groaned as a little more of me slipped into her.

I was halfway now, and I was being nice. Going slow, still applying so much lube it was puddling beneath her. I had a feeling if her hands were free, she'd be--

As if reading my mind, Terri came off Dad's cock enough to say, "Please free my hands," and then she was back to sliding up and down his pole.

Dad looked at me and I shrugged. He undid one of her hands and it flew to her slit, desperately rubbing at herself.

I watched all this and was grinning when I bottomed out in her ass. I looked down in surprise and saw my pelvis resting against her cheeks, my cock completely buried in her.

"Wow girl, I'm impressed. I honestly didn't think you'd be able to take it all. I guess you're the bigger slut between us," I chuckled.

"Says the girl who's banging my ass while I blow her dad, you bitch!" Terri's words were cut off when Dad pulled her back onto his cock.

"Stop shirking your job, slut. If my daughter says you're the bigger slut, then I believe it. Especially with how quick you were to flash your tits at me." Dad told me later that Terri gave him such a look just then that he almost stopped. If I hadn't told him how much of a mask she like to wear to hide how desperately she really wanted to be used, he would have called the whole thing off.

Instead, Dad pushed into her throat, causing her to gag, but he didn't stop.

Neither did I. I slowly began to pull out, then push back in using short strokes. I wanted to take it slow. She was already squeezing me so tight I was having to fight to not cum. Then, I remembered my newfound stamina and began to thrust in tiny strokes that quickly drove me over the edge. I couldn't handle edging. I needed to knock this one out so I could get serious.

I could feel my hot seed starting to spill into her bowls. I roughly pumped once, twice, and a final third time, getting as deep into her as I could before holding it there. My cock twitched and spurted, unloading deep into her.

She must have felt something as she seemed to wiggle her ass slightly and moan deeply.

"Did you just cum in her ass?" my dad asked. "The look on your face tells me you did." His grin was ear to ear as he paused and looked down at Terri. He slowly pulled his cock from her mouth, large drool stings still connecting the two as she collapsed. With her face planted on the bed, her hand never stopped between her thighs.

"Did you feel her blowing off in your butt?" My dad asked crudely.

"YeeeeeEEESSSSS!" Terri cried as her orgasm washed over her.

My dad just laughed and watched as she trembled, still impaled on my cock. "That's one of the hottest damn things I ever saw," his voice was almost reverent. "Wish I had a camera to record all of this," Dad said, winking at me.

Her orgasm caused her insides to start squeezing me over and over with each wave. My cock was hyper-sensitive from my orgasm and her squeezing caused me to flinch each time. I hadn't really started getting soft, but the new sensation made sure I was as hard as ever now.

I held off until I felt her insides start to relax at the end of her orgasm. I waited a beat and then started moving.

"What?!?" Terri screeched, looking back at me with eyes wide.

I started slowly, but this time, it was long strokes, not short ones. I pulled out halfway, then plunged back in, repeat. With each stroke, I pulled out more until I was only leaving the head in before diving back in.

Terri, on the other hand, sounded like she was in labor. Every thrust caused a deep, guttural grunt that almost sounded painful. If it weren't for her hand starting back up on her clit, I would have been worried.

Instead, I was moving non-stop now. The entire length of my cock, save the head, was sliding in and out of her. I couldn't take my eyes off the sight; it was so damned hot. The more I watched, the more I gave it to her until I was, honest to God, plowing her ass.

Terri had given up on her clit and was collapsed in a heap on the bed now. I was fucking the shit out of her at this point and she was just taking it like a champ. Every time I bottomed out in her she would groan, making the sluttiest sound I'd ever heard.

At one point, her eyes rolled up, and her tongue lolled out of her mouth like the girls did in hentai videos. Drool was spilling off her tongue and onto the bed. I didn't know someone really did that. I know no one had ever fucked me enough to make me do it.

Dad just watched, mesmerized. That and I didn't think he wanted to get near her mouth while she was in that zoned-out state.

"I'm gonna cum!" I bellowed like a steam engine. I was working hard, pounding my friend's ass, and I started to feel winded.

"Yeeeeeees," Terri groaned. "Please cummmmm." She sounded exhausted.

"Oh, really slut? Do you want me to cum? Tell me where?" I ordered.

"In my butt. Just cum in my buuuuutttttt," Terri's voice wavered with every pounding I gave her.

My pelvis was actually sore from being so forceful. From the way Terri was acting, I was worried I might have broken her in some way. I'd never seen her so...well...broken.

Then I buried myself and groaned as my cock once again deposited my seed deep into her bowels. Her ass willingly accepted it, quivering and feeling like it was sucking it in. When I finally stopped, the room was spinning and I was exhausted.

As gently as I could, I pulled myself out of Terri. My cock make a lewd, sloppy sound as it popped out of her now gaping hole.

"Oh wow," my dad said. When Terry had collapsed, he'd moved around to watch me plow her. Now, he was watching as my cum started to seep out of Terri's ass. "She really made a mess back here." He reached up and slid one finger around the rim of her asshole, making Terri twitch and moan. God my dad was dirty.

"Oh good, she's still alive," Dad said as an evil grin crossed his face, one I both hoped and dreaded him using on me.

Everything I was doing with my dad was opening my eyes to him. I thought I was depraved, but from what I was watching, I was still an amateur. I wondered what all this man could teach me.

Dad moved Terri's now pliant form. He unstrapped her and moved her between where I'd collapsed on the bed, utterly exhausted, and where he was now standing.

I saw when Dad entered her. Terri's eyes rolled up and she bit her lip. I wasn't sure which hole he was using, but she was obviously enjoying it.

I looked up and saw Dad grinning like an idiot. He must have been in her pussy because I watched as his thumb started playing with where her ass would be.

Something hot and wet on my cock made me jump. I looked down to find Terri licking at my cock. I knew Terri was a freak, but I didn't know it went this far. But as I watched her, in all her sluttiness, it lit something deep inside of me.

 Terri looked up at me, life having returned to her eyes. It was as if I'd fucked her ass so hard she'd gone into a stupor or something. Now, some of her normal self was returning.

"Damn, that was intense," Terri said, taking my still-sticky cock in her hand and running her lips over the underside.

"And you are a freak, my friend," I said.

Terri watched me as she took my dirty cock into her mouth and slowly slid down.

My eyes got wider and wider the lower she went until her lips were at the base and her tongue was out, licking my slit!

"Holy shit!" I groaned as I watched my friend slowly slide back up my cock.

Just as she reached the top, having watched me the entire time, she said, "Your dad's cock feels wonderful in my pussy." She then leaned forward and kissed me.

I froze, hesitating at the taste of my own musk. Then I realized what was happening. I'd just buttfucked my best friend for the first time with my futa cock, then she cleaned it off with her mouth and was now kissing me. My mind exploded with how wrong, naughty, and hot this all was.

"Yeah, that's what I was feeling when you were pounding my ass," Terri said when she wasn't shoving her tongue into my mouth. Then she returned to slowly cleaning my cock with her mouth while my dad blazed away at her from behind.

"Ash, your cum is actually lubing my cock!" Dad said, shaking his head. "This is nuts!"

"Take a picture, that's something I want to see and I can't move right now," I said, still watching my best friend deepthroating me.

"Sorry, I'm not moving either. Your girlfriend is so hot, honey," Dad said.

"Try her ass; it's amazing," I groaned as Terri's throat vibrated, making my cock spasm.

Dad shrugged and adjusted, watching his cock slide through my cum and into Terri's ass.

"Wow. That is good," Dad groaned.

I couldn't take much more, this was all too much.

"I'm gonna cum again," I announced as I could feel a tightness inside of me, marking the beginning of my orgasm.

Terri pulled all the way off my cock just as the first spurt started traveling up my cock. She locked eyes with me and slowly pumped my cock, squeezing tight, expertly controlling how I spurt.

Thick ropes of my cum splashed across her cheek, forehead, and eyes. All the while, she never flinched, just kept looking at me and pumping my cum out. It was the sexiest damn thing I'd seen.

The final spurt she pointed at her lips before smearing it erotically across her mouth. Her tongue lashed out as she tugged the last few drops of my cum from my dick. Licking the tip of my cock, she followed it up by licking my cum from her lips. Still, she stared.

I was spent. I couldn't move and my dick was sore from how tight she'd been squeezing me.

Terri leaned forward once again and kissed me deeply.

"Your cock is beautiful and I love it," Terri said as she broke the kiss. "And since you've been holding out on me all week, like the bitch you are, I want you to clean up your mess," she demanded.

I looked at her, and the ropes of my cum still clinging to her face.

"Do it," she commanded and I obeyed.

I sucked every small river of cum from her face, licking it clean. The salty tang of my semen filled my mouth and my nostrils, causing me to moan.

Terri pulled my lips back to hers and sought out every drop of cum I still had in my mouth.

I heard my dad groan then and knew he was close.

"Outside...on my back," Terri commanded my father, trying to take control of the scene.

A moment later, he obediently pulled out and started stroking his cock as he blasted his load all over her back and ass. I was impressed. He came almost as much as I did. Then he collapsed on the bed next to us.

"Oh, you're not done," Terri said.

"You're going to have to give me a bit; I'm not as young as you two," he panted.

"That's all right, just take responsibility and clean up your mess," Terri said, gesturing over her shoulder with her thumb.

My dad only hesitated for a moment before coming closer and starting to lick his cum off my friend's back.

"Not you," Terri said as I started to move as if to help him. "You're responsible for your dad violating my ass. You're going to clean him up."

Dad and I both froze as Terri grinned evilly at me. "What? Did you think I was going to let you get away with this? Turnabout bitch." Terri's eyes flared and her grin widened.

*Crap, what have I gotten myself into?* I thought.