He teased at the straining nub, rolling it under his expert fingers. The pleasure was incredible, not only from how he was touching me, but also because of who the fingers belonged to.
My dad was fingering my pussy.
Now on autopilot, I slid my hand down over his stomach and onto his boxers. His cock was rock hard, tenting the thin fabric, and when I gripped the solid thickness, I felt the heat of his arousal through the cloth.
“Baby,” he whispered. “Don’t.”
“Shhh,” I said. “Just keep touching me.”
He did as I asked, rolling over the engorged nub of my clit, sending jolts of pleasure up my spine. I pushed down the front of his boxers and gripped his bare cock in my fist, feeling his racing pulse through the rigid male flesh.
He groaned but didn’t complain, and I began to stroke him as he continued to move his fingers in my sopping slit. I could smell my own arousal now, the musky scent filling my senses as my copious juices coated his fingers. My climax appeared on the horizon, rushing at me at top speed.
I hunched my hips back at him, pressing the swollen pea of my clit against his worming fingers. At the same time I shifted my head farther down onto his chest, changing the angle so that I could watch his cock as I stroked it.
The head was swollen smooth, looking like a ripe plum in the dim light, and each time I stroked upward, the skin of his shaft bunched around the flared ridge. And then back downward, pulling the skin taut, causing the head to swell even more, almost shiny from being so engorged.
When a clear drop of his pre-cum oozed from the tip, it took all of my willpower not to lean down and lick it away. But I knew I was pushing things already, and didn’t want him backing off now.
“Uhhh,” I groaned as I felt the pleasure coalescing in my loins. I was seconds away, and his fingers were relentless, driving me closer and closer to the edge. I wished that he could come with me, but I knew that was impossible now.
I began to pant, getting lost in the pleasure of this touch, giving myself over to the ecstasy he was creating in me. The knot inside me tightened as his slippery fingers rolled over my tormented clit, pushing me over the edge.
The world froze for a moment, then exploded in a frenzy of pleasure as my climax burst white-hot on the backs of my eyelids. I cried out loudly as the waves of bliss washed over me, and his fingers didn’t let up, pushing my orgasm higher and higher. My body convulsed and jerked from spasms rolling through me, and I gripped his cock tightly, holding on to my only tether to reality.
The world went away as I drifted on a cloud of pleasure, and I floated along on it, content in this world that only my dad and I were sharing.
But finally, the waves crested and ebbed, and I relaxed back down into the bed, reveling in the solid warmth of his body. Slowly, my rational thoughts returned, and I shuddered as small aftershocks rippled through me.
“Oh god,” I breathed. “That was amazing.”
He didn’t reply, but instead caressed me gently with his hand, which had returned to my hip.
I realized I still had his hard cock in my hand, and I began to stroke it again.
“Ashley,” he whispered, “you don’t have to.”
“Shhh,” I replied, and began to rub him in earnest, watching intently as my hand slid up and down his thick shaft. After a moment, I lifted my hand off of him and reached down between my legs, retrieving a healthy dollop of the slick fluid oozing from the base of my slit. When I returned and resumed my stroking, he grunted in pleasure at the new slipperiness between our skin.
“Ohhh, so good,” he breathed.
I continued to move on him, keeping my grip tight as my hand pistoned slowly up and down his rigid dick. The sky was getting lighter outside, and I could see him more clearly, his cock perfect and beautiful.
More of his pre-ejaculate ooze from the tip, and I spread it around, enjoying the slick, wet sound my hand was making as it slid over his skin. From the sound of his breaths, he was getting close, and I didn’t want to miss a second of the coming explosion.
I shifted my head lower, and he must’ve thought I was trying to suck him, because he moved his hand up to my head, gripping my hair and holding me in place. But I was happy where I was, content to watch from a ring-side seat for his impending climax.
“Uhhh,” he groaned, and began to pant. I picked up speed with my hand, my fist slick and tight on his rock-hard erection. His cockhead seemed even larger now, as if it was swollen to the point of bursting. I watched raptly, wanting to see him spurt.
His hand tightened in my hair, and for a moment I wondered if he was going to jam my mouth down on him as he came, as some guys had done with me. But instead, he grunted again and his ab muscles flexed, letting me know he was right on the brink.
“Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh,” he growled, and then suddenly his hips lifted, and his cock pulsed powerfully in my grip. A second later, the first jet of cum blasted from the tip, spraying onto his stomach right before my eyes.
He groaned loudly, and his cock jerked again, launching another hot jet of his seed from the tip. To my surprise, this one went even farther, a long ribbon of white that landed directly on my cheek, spattering into gooey drops that splashed across my face.
Immediately, it was followed by another just as strong spurt. This one was a bullseye, landing directly on my slightly parted lips and splashing across my tongue. I stared in shock as he continued to fire off volleys of sperm, the next one reaching my chin and then growing weaker after that.
I was in a daze as I watched his pulsing cock ooze out a final weak stream of cream onto his stomach, and then the reality sank in – I was tasting my father’s cum on my tongue.
He gasped for air as he came down from his climax, his chest rising and falling in time with his deep breaths. I ran my tongue over my lips, capturing more of his seed and pulling it into my mouth, still not believing what had happened. It wasn’t my intention when I leaned down, but I loved the sensation of my dad’s warm sperm on my face.
As he continued to recover, I released his cock from my hand, and then licked his cum off my fingers. Then I cleaned myself up as well as I could, using my finger to wipe his jizz from my face and then licking it clean. When I was done, I eyed up the large splotches of his cum on his stomach, but figured he’d notice that, so I left them there.
We lay there quietly as his breathing returned to normal, and I thought we might talk about what we’d just done. But after a few minutes it was obvious he didn’t want to, so I figured we could face each other in the morning.
Soon, his breathing became regular, letting me know he was back to sleep. I waited a few minutes longer before I leaned up and licked the rest of his semen off of his stomach.
Chapter 20
When I awoke, the sun was up and I was alone in the bed. It took me a few moments to convince myself that what’d happened between us in the night hadn’t been a dream. I smiled at the memories.
The shower was running, letting me know where my dad was. It only took me a moment to make the decision to join him.
In the bathroom, I used the toilet first, and the shower door opened a few inches as I was sitting there. Dad looked out at me. I smiled back at him.
“Good morning,” he said.
“Morning, Dad.”
“How’d you sleep?”
“Good. You?”
“The same. I’ll be done in a few minutes.” He closed the shower door.
I finished with the toilet and then removed my nightshirt and panties. Moving to the rear of the shower, I pushed open the rear door and stepped inside, closing it behind me.
Dad turned with a surprised look on his face, covering his cock and balls with his hand. “What are you doing?” I watched his eyes travel down over my breasts and lower before returning up to meet my gaze.
I grinned. “Taking a shower.”
“I said I’ll be done in a minute.”
“Dad, relax. I’m not going to do anything. And I think we�
�re way past the point of hiding from each other.”
“We both agreed it was a one-time thing.”
“It was. But that doesn’t change the fact we’re now close enough to shower together, even if nothing can happen.”
He frowned. “I’m not sure this is right.”
I grinned again. “Would you shut up and get out of the way? I want to soap up.”
He begrudgingly moved to the side, and my nipples grazed over his chest as I brushed past him and stepped into the warm spray. I lathered up as he stood behind me, and I had no doubt he was checking out my ass.
As I poured some shampoo onto my hair, he said, “My turn,” and I stepped to the side as he moved past me. I found it interesting that he did so with his back to me, and remained that way as he rinsed off.
I worked the shampoo into my hair, checking him out from the back. I loved the way his broad shoulders tapered down to his narrow hips, showcasing the firm, muscular globes of his ass. A shiver of lust went through me as I imagined them flexing and unflexing as he pistoned his cock into me.
He seemed to be taking a long time to rinse, and finally I said, “Stop hogging the water. My turn.”
“Sorry,” he said, and turned to the wall, giving me room to move by. But I hesitated.
“Go ahead, he said, turning his head to look at me.
I gave him a smile. “What are you hiding from me?”
“Nothing.”
“Show me.”
“No. Get in the water.”
Grinning, I reached down and tugged on his hip, trying to turn him to face me. He resisted.
“Stop it,” he said.
“Come on,” I said playfully. “Nothing I haven’t seen before.”
He shook his head. “You’re such a brat.”
I giggled and tugged again. He relented, and swung around. Sure enough, his cock was rock solid, sticking up and out like a solid bar of iron.
“Wow,” I said. “Impressive. Is that because of me?”
“Just get in the water.”
“I can help with that.”
“Ashley, no. I’m getting out anyway.”
“You sure?”
“Enough.” He moved to the rear door and stepped out onto the bathmat, his erect cock bobbing with his movements. As he shut the glass door, I grinned. This was fun.
Chapter 21
He was dressed by the time I got out of the bathroom, but I took my time putting on my clothes, giving him plenty of chances to look. I even dropped my panties again, giving him another nice bare ass shot.
“Ashley,” he said, the frustration evident in his voice, “would you stop playing around and get dressed?” His hands were over his lap, and I knew he was hard again.
I giggled. “Sure, Dad. No problem.”
We went down to breakfast a few minutes later, and for some reason, I now felt like a kindred spirit among the wives. While my dad and I weren’t actually married, I’d given him pleasure during the night like a wife would have. That was close enough, at least for now.
Everyone seemed to be in a good mood during breakfast, and Pastel was smiling over us like a proud mother hen. When we were done eating, she gave another short speech, talking about how proud she was of us, and how she was looking forward to the last session.
After breakfast, we had a half hour before the session began, so Dad and I used it to pack our stuff, so we could leave right after lunch was over. I wanted to ask him if he needed any pressure relieved, but after how he acted in the shower, I didn’t want to push my luck. Besides, maybe Pastel had something really sexy planned for the session.
When we met back in the meeting room, it was set up with the beanbags like it’d been the day before. Pastel welcomed us in, smiling as we took our seats.
“Good morning,” she said as we settled in. “My, what a wonderful weekend it’s been. I can honestly say you’ve been the most responsive group I’ve ever worked with. I’m proud of you all. I think we’ve broken through quite a few barriers together.”
“For this last session, I want it to be relaxing. I won’t be asking you to share any secrets or talking about your past. I want you all to have a little fun. And I don’t want anyone to do anything they’re uncomfortable with.”
She turned her gaze to the couple beside us. “Olivia, you admitted yesterday you got a kick out of exhibitionism.”
Olivia smiled shyly. “Yeah, I guess I do.”
“Well, I’m going to give you an opportunity to give it a try.”
Olivia looked at her curiously. “What do you mean?”
“How would you like to bring Kyle to the front here, and demonstrate how you perform oral sex on him?”
Everyone looked at Pastel in surprise, and Kyle sat up straighter.
I don’t think so,” Kyle said.
Pastel smiled. “I understand if you’re reluctant, Kyle, and I’m not going to force you into anything. But I’d like to remind you that this is Olivia’s fantasy, and this is the perfect opportunity for you to allow her to experience it. You know that you can trust everyone here.”
He turned to his wife. “You really want to do this?”
She shrugged. “I’m not sure. I think I might.”
“In front of all these people?”
She smiled slightly. “That’s what exhibitionism is.”
He seemed slightly bewildered. “I’m not sure if I can. I mean, get hard in front of everyone.”
She smiled. “Just leave that to me. I promise you’ll get hard.”
He met her gaze again. “You sure?”
She stood and offered her hand. “I’m sure. Come on.”
He took her hand and she pulled him to his feet. They walked up to stand beside Pastel, who smiled widely at them.
“Thank you,” Pastel said. “It takes a lot of courage to do this.” She looked at the rest of us. “Once they get started, if you feel like doing some exhibitionism of you own, feel free.”
I glanced over at Dad, who scowled at me, letting me know quite clearly he wouldn’t be exhibiting anything.
We turned our attention back to the front, where Olivia was dropping to her knees in front of her husband. She pulled apart his belt, then opened his pants. A second later, she had his underwear pulled down, allowing his flaccid cock to flop out.
He gave the crowd a nervous glance, then returned his gaze back to his kneeling wife. She leaned forward and took him into her mouth, sucking him completely inside, all the way to the base of his cock.
Then she began to bob her head, sliding her lips up and down his soft shaft. I thought for a moment that he was right, and he wasn’t going to get hard under this pressure. But a few seconds later he began to harden, his cock lengthening and thickening as his wife continued to suck him.
He smiled with relief as his dick arched up to full hardness. It was slick and shiny from her saliva, and her lips made soft sucking sounds as she blew him.
Several of the other guys in the group shifted in their beanbags, as if they were trying to get comfortable. It was obvious they were getting hard, and I glanced over at my dad, who was frowning as he watched the Sawyers putting on their show. When I looked down into his lap, I saw no sign of arousal.
“Uhh,” Kyle groaned. “That’s good, baby.”
Olivia slurped off the end of his dick and smiled up at him. “I thought you might like it.” She then turned towards the rest of us and said, “God, I’m so wet right now.”
“Looking good!” one of the guys said.
She giggled and slid her mouth back over her husband’s cock, resuming her blowjob. I could feel my own desire rising, as the sexual tension in the room grew with each passing second. Once again I glanced over at Dad, but he remained stoic, staring straight ahead.
A rustling came from beside us, and when I looked over, Stacy Parker was leaning over into her husband’s lap. His cock was freed from his pants, and was hard and shiny as her lips slid up and down the rigid shaft. My pussy twisted with desi
re.
A minute later, the Osbornes joined in on the fun, with Aaron standing before his wife and opening his pants. She grabbed his stiff cock and bent it down to her mouth, taking it to the back of her throat with one gulp.
Now I had three shows to enjoy, and I went from one to the other, watching raptly as each wife worked their mouth on their husband’s dick. My pussy was drooling into my panties, and I licked my lips at the sights before me, wishing I had a cock to suck too.
The McNairs drew my attention, and when I looked over, I could see Roger leaning into his wife, talking to her in a low voice. But she was shaking her head with her lips pressed together in a straight line, obviously refusing what he was asking her.
I turned back to my dad, and placed my hand on his knee. He turned his gaze to me.
“What do you think?” I whispered.
He shook his head. “No.”
“Everyone else is doing it.”
He glanced over at the McNairs. “Not everyone.”
“Doesn’t it look like fun? I don’t mind.”
He shook his head again. “No.”
“They’re going to wonder what’s wrong with us.”
“I don’t care.”
A groan from the front of the room captured my attention, and when I looked I saw Olivia lying on the floor with her husband between her spread legs. Where we were sitting gave us the perfect angle, and I could see his cock spearing down into her upturned cunt.
My hand was still on my dad’s knee, and I gave him an unconscious squeeze as I stared at the erotic sight in front of me. My pussy throbbed hotly, wishing it was stuffed like Olivia’s.
The Parker’s followed their lead, and Stacy pulled off her shorts and then squatted down on Brett’s cock, taking him balls-deep in one thrust. Then Aaron pushed Maggie onto her back, yanked off her shorts, and began fucking her hard.
Roger was still trying to talk his wife into something, but she was having none of it, just like my dad.
I could actually smell the sex going on in the room, and it felt like my brain was on overload. If Dad didn’t want to join in, then I had to take care of business myself.
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