Daughter Replaces Wife

Johnny announced, "She likes it. She's sopping wet." Their ministrations continued unabated with the addition of a finger sliding up and down my ass crack and poking at my asshole.

The kiss was broken and number four said, "You like this, don't you, Sissy sweetie?" I didn't answer yes or no, just panted and moaned with glazed-over eyes. He went on, "I concur with Johnny. She likes this and is getting hot as a pistol." Johnny now had three fingers reaming my tight pussy, way more than my boyfriend ever did, and I was building up to a release. I couldn't help it. It continued for ten solid minutes and I was going crazy in front of all these old guys. Teeth clamped on a nipple and stretched it out an inch or more, the searing pain succumbing to the exquisite feeling. Simultaneously and coincidentally a finger invaded my asshole for the first time and started pumping. I was thrown over the edge and came like an erupting geyser, rumbling and shaking and shooting cum all over Johnny's hand.

I gradually calmed but the guys kept going, now quadruple finger fucking my pussy, chewing and mauling my tits, tongue fucking my mouth, and finger fucking my ass. In less than a minute they had built me up again and I again came all over again. All of my previous orgasms were at my own hand and they were always 2 or 3 days apart, if not weeks. Now I had two in a minute and the guys didn't even slow down. Another immediately built up and I came again, this time harder than ever.

Dad returned and said in my ear so others could here, "I think a fucking would do you good, sweetie. Have you ever been fucked before?" I roughly nodded I hadn't. "Well, I'm your dad and I think you're mature enough and it's time." He looked at the guys, "Do you think you all can treat her nicely?" He got a chorus of accession. "Two of you grab her arms and help her to the bedroom." All seven of us, me held up by two, marched to the bedroom. "Lay her on the bed," dad said, "and put a small pillow under her hips. Also, I don't want her to see or maybe even know who's doing her, so someone put a blindfold on. Then, for fun, two of you tie her wrists to the headboard posts."

I though I was in another world and lay there in a complete daze as they stretched me out, raised my hips, blindfolded me and tied me down. I was lost in wonder, I had never had intercourse before. (Don't tell anyone but I did give my boyfriend a blowjob a few weeks ago.) Now I was going to get screwed five times all in one night. They finished their work and I heard dad say, "Is that about the best pussy you've ever had or what?" Again a chorus of agreement. Dad said to me, "They like and appreciate you, Sissy – just like they used to with your mother."

One piped up, "Not a bad looking cunt, either." A chorus of laughter.

Another asked, "Who's first?" I heard dad call everybody together. There was some quiet mumbling. What I didn't hear was dad telling them that a father gets to take a daughter's virginity.

The bed creaked and a man was over me. He gently lowered himself, then reached down and directed his penis toward my pussy. He put it in slowly even though four-finger fucking I got earlier made it easy, and soon a penis was in my pussy for the first time. It felt huge and I had to groan. I wondered if dad was watching (having no clue that he was doing far more than that.) I felt it slowly start to reciprocate in and out and I was feeling even more than the four-finger action. The feeling was totally new to me, and absolutely fabulous. One of the on-lookers wrapped my legs around his back. I guess I was a natural born fucker. I got into it, driving back hard as the penis... er, cock pummeled my vagina... er, pussy... er, cunt. He fucked me for five minutes and rebuilding a head of steam for the earlier session, I exploded more cum juice over the cock as I felt a warm stream of cum hit the back of my pussy. Wow! Oh! Wow! I thought to myself.

The first one got off and the second was in my pussy in a flash. With such a short break I came again within a minute and then again in maybe three minutes the same time that a second load of man cum filled my cunt. The third immediately jumped me and damn if I didn't cum within seconds of his humping me. Then I was cumming almost immediately one after the other, probably helped by the guy now tweaking my nipples, or maybe it was the finger now in my ass. My whole body was in a constant state of trembling and electric tingling shocks. I thought I might pass out from the sheer sexual arousal which was fast becoming a craving. I was in nirvana!

Soon the fourth was about to enter me and I could hardly wait for more orgasms. But dad interceded with some teasing, "Are you sure you want more, sweetie?"

"Um huh," I mumbled.

"Maybe you've cum enough in one night?" he chuckled.

"Huh uh," I mumbled.

Dad continued, "If you want more you're going to have to ask. Men like to be asked... begged, actually. So, let's hear you beg to be fucked. Beg loudly so we all can hear. Beg earnestly so you sound sincere. Tell him you'll do anything if only he fucks you. And use that word."

After cumming umpteen times already and been fucked many times in many places I was too far gone to care. In fact it seemed a little naughty even if in front of my dad. "Whoever you are, or whoever wants, would someone please please fuck me. You can fuck me as hard as you want. Just do it. Fuck me. Please"

Dad kept it up and sweetly asked, "Tell us with dirty words where you want it and with what."

I was totally hooked. "I beg you. I want a cock fucking my cunt." To lots of applause number four stuck what was by far the largest cock of the night in my cunt and rammed it home to the hilt. "Oh! God!" I screamed. The others snickered. Finally number four and I came together and he pulled out with a loud slurp.

Getting into the scene and oblivious to any rationality I yelled, "More! More cock." And at last number five fucked me. I was getting worn out but still too far gone to care. Number five filled my cunt and retreated. The end of a surprising but perfect night, I thought. Then cock number six entered my now very sloppy cunt! That could mean only one thing: Dad had fucked me, too! I was in a tizzy as number six fucked me, wondering when dad got his. Dad saw my perplexed face. He got close. "That's right, sweetie. I had a piece of your ass, too. And it was great. I'm proud of my daughter."

I responded, "But is that right??"

"Of course it's right," he replied. "You have a great looking pussy and a warm tight one at that. That's all there is to know. If there's a pussy around, it's perfectly right that I fuck it."

I lay there in a total daze without answering while still getting humped by number six. Dad went on, "As a finale I'm going to introduce you to something. My cock is still covered with your cum juice and I want you to clean it off." He grabbed my head and turned it to the side. I felt a cockhead against my lips. "Open up, sweetie." I half opened and he half forced his cock in my mouth. "Now get the taste of your dad's cock and suck all your cunt juice off it." I sucked his cock and it went further and further into my mouth. I sucked on it for a good two minutes when number six filled my cunt with a bellow and pulled off.

Dad kept his cock in my mouth. Then he pulled my blindfold off, untied one wrist, and removed his cock but kept it within an inch of my lips. "Tell your dad, you love my cock. Tell me sweetie. Tell me you love it and want to suck it more. Do what your dad says."

I was too spent to think otherwise. "I love sucking your cock, daddy. I want to suck it some more." Then I absent-mindedly really got into it. "I love you fucking my cunt with your cock, too, daddy. And I love your friends fucking me." He smiled and put his cock between my lips and into my mouth. With a wrist untied I could maneuver better and bobbed my head up and down dad's cock with gusto. He kept me at it for another two minutes. Then he grabbed a fistful of my hair and started pulling my head further over his cock. With every four or five bobs he would pull a little harder. "Suck it all, baby. Get my whole cock in your mouth," he cajoled. He started to control the action yanking my head back and forth over his cock while pulling it deeper and deeper. Finally, my lips and nose were pushed against his pubic hairs. He held my head there even though I was having trouble breathing. "There ya go, sweetie. That's it. That's my whole cock. Get used to this." He resumed what I later learned was called face fucking. Another two or three minutes of hard pumping. Then he again removed his cock, again an inch from my lips. "This is the icing on the cake of a great evening. Open your mouth and keep it open," he commanded. I opened my mouth and could see him running his fist up and down his cock. In a few seconds he said, "Keep it open and do not spill any and do not swallow." A torrent of warm goo then shot into my mouth. Then another shot. Then another. I tried to do what daddy said but I had a mouth full. Some dribbled off my chin and some I couldn't help but swallow. He pulled his cock back a little more and one last shot hit me square between the eyes and dribbled down my nose.

"Now open wide and let everybody see your mouthful of my cum," dad commanded. Having no comprehension of what was really going on for the past couple of hours, I dutifully obeyed. The guys ogled my mouth full of milky heavy cream. "Now you can swallow it... and swallow all of it," dad continued. I swallowed all of his cum. When it first hit in the mouth it tasted acrid, but as I swallowed it there was a faint sweetness to it. "That was great sweetie. You've just done want pleases a man most. Coupled with what you just accomplished here, I'd say you're well on your way to making your mother proud. I know I am," he said.

"I don't know what you mean," I inquired with puzzlement.

Dad answered, "I'll explain it to you later tonight." Then he answered an unasked question I had. "Come on guys. The night's still young and we need to get a few more hands in. Sissy you can take some more drink orders and get back to your hostess job. But do not either clean up or get dressed. Just your heels. And you should make yourself a drink to relax."

The balding guy muttered to no one in particular, "Wow! That will be a sight for sore eyes... our beautiful hostess serving wearing nothing but high heels and sporting cum juice running down her legs and face."

I learned that thinking or even stewing about anything about tonight is a waste of time. It has been all too new and all encompassing (not to mention felt continuously stupendous.) I had decided some time ago to go with the flow and not concern myself with anything, at least maybe until later. Ignoring the aches that have now taken up in my pussy, I got up, quietly put on my heels, brushed the hair out of my face (being careful to not disturb anything dad would have wanted), waddled to the kitchen and fixed myself a regular vodka and tonic, then went about straightening the poker table as I drank my drink. It did flash through my mind that this is the first time I have had two drinks, other than beer, in the same day. Dad was right: it did remove the tension and I agreed with myself to have another soon, and quickly downed this one.

The men sat at the table and started playing poker as if that's all they have done all night. I took their drink orders with little fanfare other than a few light taps on my ass and a couple of pecks on my tits. While they played, I served and imbibed myself. After four hands I was working on my third vodka tonic. At the seventh hand I started my fourth but was getting woozy and thought I should drag this one out. Other than an occasional hostess service for them all I now did was sit and nurse my drink and watch the poker play.

Somewhere around the ninth or tenth hand dad announced that it would be getting late soon, and since there were no big losers or winners tonight, it's a good place to stop. Then he broke my relaxed state with, "If we keep playing then it will get too late and we'll miss the second round of fucking the hostess." Another chorus of agreement rose up. He went on, "As the hostess is still in training I want to do it a little different. I'll count off the order for you guys to lie down on the floor with your pants off." Dad counted 1 through 5. Then he turned to me. "Here's what you do sweetie. Go over to the man on the floor and if his dick isn't hard play with it, maybe kiss it, until it is. Then straddle him. You'll be doing the work. Ease your pussy over his dick then bounce up and down with long strokes and fuck him until he fills your pussy with jism. Depending on how well they recovered, your fuck might be over quickly or take a long time. Whatever. Just fuck away. When done, hop off and give his cock a couple of slurps to clean it up. Then wait for the next guy. Do you understand all of this?"

"Uh huh. Yes I do, daddy," I answered in a whisper. It was clear. A penis hadn't been within one foot from my pussy for 16 years before tonight. Now, in one evening, I will have had my first, then 11 (or might it be 12??) not just within a foot but in it. I will have more fucks than any girl in my class or even school does in a whole year (not including Barbie, the class punch.) I gulped down my drink for fortitude and walked toward the naked man twice my age already on the floor. I wasn't concerned, though. I have a few of my own orgasms left and I really can't wait.

I bent over and held his cock in my fingers, squeezing and rubbing. This is the first time I have held a cock or seen one up close. It looked neat. I was enthralled to watch it grow right in front of me as I played with it. Then dad came over to supervise. "Get on your knees and straddle him. Then take hold of his cock, aim it at your cunt, and slide it in." I did as he said and felt as if I was being filled by a balloon.

"Oh, baby, that's right. Fuck me. Work it up and down," the man intoned. It was beginning to feel good for me, too. It was immediately obvious why this position is good: It gives me freedom to do what I think best without holding up the weight. I could get to love this. While still hesitant to admit such things, my hesitation is fast losing ground to the state of rapture I was getting into. Then it hit me like a brick! From dad asking me to do a simple chore, in less than six hours I've gone from a prim virgin to a full-fledged sex-loving slut and father fucker. The worst part? I like it!

I fucked three guys in 20 minutes, and cum was streaming out of my pussy. I was becoming a fuck machine. I was about to impale number four when he turned to dad and asked, "O.K. if I got a little ass action?" I wasn't exactly what that meant but had a good idea and was getting anxious.

Dad replied, "No, save that for later." For a fleeting moment I wondered what 'later' was, but got quickly lost when the cock entered my cunt. Another 15 minutes and I finished my hostess fuck duties, including cleaning the cocks afterward, and was completely spent. I could barely move as I watched the men dress and say good-bye to dad.

"Come with me, sweetie," he said and led me back to his bedroom. He laid me on the bed, sat next to me, and started questioning. "I know you've masturbated, but, before tonight, has anyone else finger fucked you? It's O.K. You can tell me. Remember, tonight your not my daughter and I'm not your father; tonight you're a hostess providing services to my poker game. So, anyone else?"

"Uuuuuhhh, Will, once, briefly," I answered meekly.

"Any girls? Ya know as experimentation? Any girls ever play with your pussy?"

"No, daddy."

"Have you finger fucked any other girls?"

"No, daddy."

"Has anyone ever kissed your pussy?"

That question took me aback. After a brief pause I truthfully answered, "No. No one has ever done that."

He continued, "Ya know you being a hostess is about pleasing men, but you should get pleasure from it, too. When you hostess for me I want you to enjoy it as much as the men do. Do you understand that?"

"Uh huh."

"First, I'll show you real pleasure. I'm going to kiss your pussy, and kiss, lick, and suck it for a long time. You'll find out how out of this world that is. It's called eating pussy. Next I'm going to fuck you. Not make love to you as a daughter, but fuck you as my hostess. Keep those two things separate – they're not the same thing. Making love is not fucking. I'll fuck you slow because while my cock is working in your cunt I'm going to tell you about your mother and me. I think that will give you more understanding and respect for your mother and clear up the difference between being my daughter and my hostess."

Without waiting for my response, he crawled between my legs, pushed my legs far apart and bent them back toward my head, and planted a kiss on my pussy. Then he sucked on it. Then stuck his tongue deep into it. I then remembered that my pussy was chock full of cum from many men, but I had no idea what to make of that. He sucked some more on my pussy lips. He rubbed a finger in tight little circles over my clitoris. He continued variations of all of those things. He must not have cared that my pussy was full of cum; a couple of times he stuck two fingers up my pussy and spooned out bits of cum which he ate right down. Made me wonder if he had ever sucked on a dick. Once in a while he would insert a finger in my asshole. That always sent an electric tingle through me. Dad noticed, looked up and said, "You like that don't you? You like my finger up your ass, huh?" Without waiting for any answer he added, "Soon you'll feel triple that pleasure when a cock first fucks you in the ass."

He tended my pussy for a number of minutes. He was right. I lay there enjoying it so much I thought I might die any minute. An orgasm began to slowly build and I could hardly stay still. My legs flopped left and right and I found them squeezing down on dad's head. I was aware I was panting and could hear myself moan and whimper. Then this orgasm swept over me like a tidal wave. My body shook. I could hear squishing in my pussy, and dad was eating everything he could. It took 30 seconds for me to calm down into a state of bliss.

Dad asked, "Did you like that?

"Yeesss!" I mumbled back.

He cooed, "I bet I can do that to you anytime I want from now on, huh?"

"Uh huh,"

He went on, "Men like eating pussy almost as much as having their cock sucked – especially when it's like yours – beautiful, young, warm, juicy, and tight, everything a top pussy should be. Having your pussy eaten is a great way to get yourself off, and either boys or girls can do it. It's perfectly O.K. for girls to eat pussy. Men love to watch one girl eating out another. When they do it to each other at the same time it's called a "69."

As I basked in my glow and though about dad's words, he slipped a pillow under my hips, spread my legs again, and slid his cock into my cunt with ease and a squish... sounded like a little boy jumping into a pool.

"Do you want me to fuck your cunt?" I heard him say.

"Oh, yes," I replied. And recalling my earlier lesson added, "Please fuck my cunt with your big cock, daddy." And I meant it. I really wanted my dad's cock in me. The earlier thought returned: 8 or 9 hours ago I had never been screwed and now I'm a sex-craved teenaged hussy slut, and, not to forget, a father fucker, and enthralled with both.

He pumped my cunt slowly. I wrapped my legs around him and he kept his body off mine by pushing up with his arms. He began to talk to me. "Learn to separate love and sex. Love is what a father and daughter do, or what a husband and wife do. Sex is what men and women do... like now.