Authors Note***(Rantings of a deranged lunatic... If you'd rather call it that)
It's Probably not a good idea to write a long note, but I'm gonna anyway
I did my best in the first episode to warn people that this story wasn't for everyone. I do that because I'm not here to offend people. I know that a lot of my stories take things to the extreme, and that they go beyond the average person's tastes.
There are a lot of writers on this site. No matter what your tastes are there is someone out there to cater to them. My style is not for everyone and I get that. I am not trying to cram stuff that you don't want down your throat. This is why when I write something that I know is extreme I try to state it in the beginning so that readers don't waste their time reading something that they won't enjoy.
Whenever you see a writer do that you should take the time to read what he has to say in the beginning, because he is trying to save you heartache. Maybe some people took it that I was being arrogant. I don't know, but that isn't the case.
I am offering you a ride is all. But before you get into my car I think that it is only fair that I warn you. My car isn't the greatest. It's beat up. It has a little rust on it, and while I can't promise you a stylish ride, and can assure you the trip will be worth it if you dare to step in and buckle your seat belt.
All I ask is that you don't lecture me about the cleanliness of my car. I keep a lot of my junk because I am fond of it. I even like the dust on the dash board, and I refuse to clean it. If you don't like the way that my car looks, on the inside, or the outside keep that to yourself, because I don't intend on buying a vacuum cleaner just to make you happy.
I also won't promise you that I will take the shortest route to where we are going. I like the scenic route, and the place that we will end up is a little weird, because a lot of the trees grow sideways, the sun rises in the west, and sometimes it's dark for days before the sun even comes up, but guess what!!! There be adventures on the flip side that you might just enjoy.
Here's my point...
I write stories. I've read a lot of them on this site and a lot of them are amazing. But they don't always suit me perfectly. A lot of times I want to know more. I don't want cardboard characters, and I don't want to come fifteen minutes in. I like to savor the flavor....
I also like things to be interesting, and a little whacked out. I like the characters to have some flaws and to make mistakes and to be human. Not everybody is perfect and I appreciate it whenever a writer includes a character's imperfections into his story. It makes it more believable to me.
I also think that there are more than a few ways to love a person, and while my stories are extreme love is always there. You can criticize me until your blue in the face and say that I have a low opinion of women, but guess what....
I have a low opinion of anyone that is a hypocrite. Anyone that thinks they have all of the answers because none of us do. We only have opinions.
I have said it before and I'll say it again. I do have a low opinion of a woman that dresses in skimpy assed clothing but acts all offended if she catches you looking. I think that's retarded. I always will. If a girl wears something that puts half of her chest out there, but gets pissed if your eyes fall from hers and drift to the neon sign on her chest then I can't, for the life of me, understand why she wore the shirt in the first place. I'm sorry but I just don't get that.
But there are women, and guys out there that like things raunchy. There are a lot of people that actually like my stories the way that I write them. I am perfectly okay with catering to those select few people because you know what???
They are just as deserving of a good tale as everyone else. Their needs are just as important as everyone else's, and I am sick and tired of those nay sayers that continually try pistol whipping me into writing something for them and them only...
I am all for constructive criticism. I can take things on the chin, and do it happily, but only if it's real and it's constructive. When and if my readers make valid points to me I do make alterations to what I write.
But if you just sling insults then I just sit back and laugh and say.... “Didn't you read the warning at the beginning you idiot???” I said in the beginning that this story was mostly about story and I meant it. If your just here to wank yourself then you stopped at the wrong kind of ice cream parlor. We don't have your flavor hear.
If you only like chocolate or vanilla.... We ran out... Sorry
For those of you that do want something a little different I am done ranting and raving. I continued this story because there were a couple of you that genuinely sounded like you liked it, and I decided that I wasn't going to let the snobs rob you of it.
I honestly believe that the people that are offended are offended at the use of the word slut. To me the word is a compliment. Maybe that's just me though.... I actually feel like a woman that has the guts to like that word deserves a pat on the back because you know what. We're all sluts... Every last one of us. We start playing with ourselves when we are young and most of us never stop... Guys and girls... The word slut is honesty in it's truest form.... If you disagree you disagree... Like I said maybe it's just me... If you actually agree I'd love to hear from you. That way I'd know I'm not alone in this.
Sorry for almost bending to their will. I had a moment of weakness...
Hear you go
As Alisha quickly replaced her clothes a feeling of guilt washed over me. I didn't feel guilty about letting my beautiful young daughter have her first sexual experience, and it wasn't because I enjoyed watching it. She had done it because she wanted to, and I was pretty sure that she enjoyed it. At least she seemed to.
I felt guilty about the things that I had said to her as it happened. I had gotten drunk on sex and I had let that overwhelming emotion take control of me. Hearing the stock guy say those things to my daughter, and seeing that his words had seemingly turned her on more had gotten to me in the heat of the moment. The truth was that I loved my daughter with all my heart and the last thing I wanted was to insult her. She was a beautiful girl inside and out, and I never wanted to take that away from her.
I went to her and wrapped my arms around her after she was dressed. She hugged me back, lifting her eyes toward mine. I gave her a peck on the forehead, and she drew me in toward her lips. We kissed, and a peck on the lips quickly turned into a tongue twister. Her mouth seemed so small mixed with mine. It was small and delicate and as fragile as a butterflies wings.
“You okay sweetie?” I asked her when we were done.
“Okay? Are you friggin kidding me. That was amazing!”
My cell phone went off, and I pulled it out of my back pocket. It was Devin. It was time to go.
We headed back out. As soon as we got into the brighter lights of the sales floor I could see that Alisha's face wasn't nearly as clean as I thought it was. I could still clearly see the remnants of the stock guy's come on Alisha's face. There was some in her hair, and a fairly large trail running down her neck.
“I think you either need to high tail it to the bathroom, or head straight to the truck. It's up to you.”
“You can still see it!” She sounded excited about that. I did not share in that though. It wasn't that I cared what people thought, because I could give a shit. But the last thing I wanted or needed was someone figuring out what it was and calling child protective services.
“Yep. Plain as day.”
“Damn that's hot. Okay. I'll head to the truck. I don't want to wash it off just yet.”
I couldn't believe my ears. I had spent my entire life wondering what the big issue was that women had with come. For the most part you couldn't find a woman that enjoyed giving a bj, or at least I couldn't, and the mere mention of swallowing.... Forget it. Yet there was my thirteen-year-old refusing to wash the sticky goo off of her face as if it were an honor to wear it, like it was a crown that she had just won from a beauty pageant or something.
I knew right then and there that I needed to dig deeper. I had to know where this was coming from.
I grabbed my cart and headed to the checkout, stopping on the way to grab some twenty ouncers for the ride home. Alisha and the others were waiting in the truck for me when I got there. We headed home in virtual silence, which was uncommon, but I welcomed the peace because I had a lot to think about.
The rear view mirror was still positioned low. I went to adjust it, but even in the setting sun I could still see into the back. Devin wasn't caressing or fondling his little sister's leg this time. He was holding her hand in his lap. There was no funny business going on, he was just holding it. It was like they were two young lovers that just started going steady.
It seemed that I had more than one issue to deal with.
I wasn't necessarily good at these types of things. Their mother was the one that was good at talking, and I usually let her handle the stickier situations. I was normally the enforcer if and when punishment was needed. With my kids that was rare, because they almost always behave, and got good grades. This wasn't a punishment situation though. This was a delicate situation that needed finesse.
I'd just have to figure it out.
Devin automatically helped me bring the groceries in. I didn't even have to ask. As we brought them in the girls put them away. It was almost as if we had a system, and I appreciated the fact that I didn't have to nag, beg, or yell. I loved that about my kids.
“What's with the hand holding bub?” I asked Devin as we made our second trip.
“Ah it's nothing dad,” He assured me. “Brittany wants me to be her first boy friend, and I didn't see the harm in playing along.”
I had to chuckle even though this wasn't anything to laugh at. “And what exactly does playing along mean? How far does that go? She's ten.”
“It's up to her I guess. I mean If it's okay with you. I mean your kind of messing around with Alisha, so I figured it was probably okay. Isn't it?” He asked hopefully.
I felt the blood rush out of my brain. He had me cornered. The truth was that I wanted to get to the bottom of what motivated Alisha to be so freaky about sex, but my pecker also demanded release. There was no doubt in my mind that I was going to still make love to my daughter. I knew she wanted it and the truth was that so did I. I also knew that Devin and Brittany were going to be aware of it no matter how hard I tried to hide if from them.
“I don't think that any of this is a good idea. I started the gears turning, and I hope to God the clock doesn't break if you catch my drift.”
He nodded his head yeah.
“You be careful with her. Like I said she's ten. She sets the limits. Not you!”
“I'd never hurt her dad. We only do what she wants to do, but so far she's pretty willing,” he said honestly.
Now there was two girl's that I had to try and figure out what was going on with. My ten year old seemed to be way ahead of her time too. What the hell was going on?
We got the rest of the groceries put away, and I headed for my chair. I had to figure out how to approach all this. I was used to us being “normal.” The days of normality were as gone as the old wild west, although I felt like the gunslingers of yesteryear had taken over my mind.
“Guess what?” Brittany said to me coming in from the kitchen. “Devin said I could be his girl friend as long as he didn't have to jack off anymore!”
“Fuck me,” I said to myself. “That's not how he put it to me at all.”
I shot Deving a dirty glance as he came into the living room. I could see the guilty look on his face. He knew he was busted, and he wanted to see how much trouble he was in. Alisha came in too.
“Don't worry dad. I talked to her about it already,” Alisha said as if that was all it was going to take. She did remind me of her mother though at that instant. So calm and collected. As if nothing was ever a big deal, and as if she could take a pot of dung and make it into a roast.
“I'm having a hard time not worrying about this.” I looked at Brittany, brought her to the front of my chair and took hold of her little hands in mine. I looked at her very seriously, and she returned my gaze. I could tell that she thought she was in trouble.
“I know you are probably in a hurry to have a boy friend sweetie, but are you sure you want that to be your brother?”
She nodded enthusiastically.
“He's cute and strong and he's a great kisser. I love him so much daddy. He makes me tickle inside. Please say it's okay. Please, please, please!”
“Yeah but honey,” I said trying to reason with her, in a situation that was beyond reason. “He's talking about having sex with you. Are you ready with that.”
“Wait a second!” She said changing her tune a little, and giving me some hope. She turned to her brother, and put her hands on her hips. Brittany had obviously learned a few things from her mother. She demanded his full attention and she knew how to get it.
I took the opportunity to take a swig of my pop while my daughter prepared to read Devin the riot act.
“You said you were just going to use my mouth!”
Her words hit me like a sledge hammer, and I sprayed the pop back out rather than choke on it. I looked at Devin and then back to Brittany.
All of the kids looked at me as if I were the crazy one. In a way I was, because I had started the whole thing. Then Brittany continued.
“Are you gonna have sex with me or not?”
I couldn't believe my ears. I had thought that telling her that he wanted to have sex with her would wake her up to reality. Apparently I was wrong. Apparently she wanted to have sex with him, but he had told her no, and that the only thing he would do is let her give him a blow job, and she had agreed to that?
I was at a loss for words and I didn't know what to do next. I knew that the train had come off of the rails, but would applying the breaks accomplish anything? The breaks on a train only worked if the train was still mounted on the tracks. The only thing I thought I could do at that point was pray that there were no trees or buildings in the way.
All of the kids were looking at me as if I had all of the answers.
“Can I dad?” Devin asked.
I looked at Devin and then I looked at Brittany. He was literally twice her size. I know that I was being overly analytical about it, but I didn't know what else to do. The obvious thing was to just say no of course not, but was that really the right thing?
I had dated one woman since my marriage ended, and it almost turned out to be a great relationship. She was a wonderful woman though with a great career, and a good head on her shoulders. She was a great catch and I regretted that things didn't work out. The only reason it didn't was because our schedules were so different that we didn't get nearly enough time together. I couldn't change mine and she couldn't change hers.
One of the stories that this woman told me was that she had lost her virginity when she was ten, and she had done it with a guy that was almost eighteen. When she told me that story she hadn't sounded like she regretted it. She recounted it as if it were a fond memory that she wouldn't change if her life depended on it.
“How big are you?”
He looked at me as if he hadn't a clue what I was talking about, but I knew better. He wasn't a stupid kid at all.
“Spit it out. We all measure it when we are your age. How big are you?”
“Six and a half,” he said hanging his head low.
“Take your time and be gentle,” I said. I didn't know what else to say. I probably could have stopped them. For a while. But if they had it in their heads to do it then they would do it with or without my permission. There was no doubt in my head that Brittany would get her way. Devin would ultimately give in to whatever demands she had.
“Come on let's go Devin. He said yes!” Brittany said, grabbing his hands and trying to drag him.
“Wait. Do I have to wear a condom?”
I thought about that for a second. Had Alisha worn one?
“Should have thought about that earlier genius,” my brain chided. “Your gonna have a grandbaby stock guy in the family now.”
God I hoped Alisha was on the pill.
“No,” I said. The truth was that Brittany hadn't started her cycles yet. She was too young to get pregnant.
Devin let himself get dragged into his bedroom, and they shut the door. Alisha came and slid into my lap. She clung onto me, and I welcomed her in, wrapping my arms around her. I was glad to be alone with her, and I felt another wave of guilt wash over me. Had I just given my son permission to fuck my youngest daughter just so I could have some alone time with Alisha?
A part of me was sure that I had.
“You still haven't washed your face?”
“Nope. I want to leave it there for a while. I kind of like having it on me. I can still smell it. Washing it off feels like admitting that it's over, and I want to keep it fresh in my head for as long as I can.”
“Is that really the way that you wanted your first time to be?”
“Mmmhmm. Most definitely.”
“Why is that Alisha. I mean don't get me wrong it was definitely wild and crazy, and hot. But wouldn't you rather have your first time be with a boy your own age? Like everyone else?”
Alisha sat up and gave me a serious look.
“No dad. Not at all. I mean think about it. I have the rest of my life for regular boring sex. If I wait until I'm older then it will be too late to be crazy and impulsive. Why would I want to be like everyone else anyway? Everyone else is B.O. Boring. They stink with normality.”
She had a point, and I couldn't help but to feel a little pride. She was young but being young didn't necessarily mean without thought. Her intelligence showed through.
“So where did this all start. I mean I can't wrap my head around it. Here I thought you were a perfectly normal teenager, and yet I'm finding out that you are anything but, and that's not a bad thing. I'm not saying that, but I'm a little lost.”
She laid back down against my chest, and began to stroke the hair on my chest. I couldn't help but to realize how drastically things had changed in just one day. I was used to having Brittany as the one that was closest to me. Up until that point she was the daddy's girl, and always the one that preferred to be out in the living room with me when they were at my place.
I had always felt Alisha's absence. Devin's too, but sometimes Devin and I hung out and did guy things together. So it wasn't so bad. Alisha, on the other hand had been in her own world for so long that I actually did miss her even when she was thirty feet away, locked in her room, and doing her thing.
“You promise you won't feel bad? I mean I like how things have turned out. I don't have any regrets, and I'm happy, but I don't know if I should tell you how it all happened.”
“I promise. I just want to know.”
She laid their silently for a moment thinking about where to start. She obviously knew the story. She was aware of herself enough to understand it, but I was sure that knowing and describing were two different things so I waited for her to find the words.
“When you and mom first got the divorce I hated you both for doing it. We went from one big happy family to two separate families. I didn't get it at first because it wasn't like you and mom constantly fought or hated each other for years or anything. So I was pretty mad.
I was mad though because you weren't there anymore. Even though when we were together you still worked a lot, but you still found time to do things with us, and it's not like you were always gone. You just worked a lot.
So anyways I was about eight at the time. And one of the last things I remember about you and mom getting your divorce was a big fight that you had just before you guys started talking about divorcing. I know that you guys tried to fight quiet but I could still hear almost every word.”
I remembered the fight she was talking about. It was a week after I found out that Dana had cheated on me and we were trying to work it out, but every time I tried to assure her that it wasn't that big a deal and that I wasn't going to hold it against her she acted like I was insulting her even more, and she was growing further away from me instead of closer.
“It doesn't make me a slut you know?” She had screamed at me. Her comment had pissed me off, because I wasn't accusing her of being a slut. She was putting words into my mouth, and I got frustrated.
“I'm not saying it does God Dammit, but in a way I wish you were a slut, because if you were than this whole Damned thing would be easier! If you were a slut then I'd make you my slut, and there wouldn't be no arguing about it.”
“Yeah you'd probably like that wouldn't you.”
“Yeah,” I said back with venom in my voice. “Damn right I would!”
She had stormed out after that, and the argument ended. We had gotten a little louder than normal, and it made sense that Alisha heard it.
Alisha recounted that part almost word for word back to me. She didn't have to though because I remembered and regretted every word of that argument.
“I remember thinking that I wished mom was a slut. I knew that a slut was something to do with sex, but I didn't really understand it at the time. I just knew that if I were her I would have been one if that's what you wanted.”
“Oh sweetie,..” I began to say, but she put her finger to my lips.
“Don't apologize. Mom cheated on you. I don't know why but she did but she did. Things were fine before that. Not perfect, but fine. Then she blamed you somehow. Even though you were trying not to make a big deal out of it, she ended up doing just that. I get it dad.
Anyway. I knew that a slut was something naughty, and I remember laying there one night wishing that I was sitting in your lap and watching T.V. With you. I thought about mom, and I thought about you wanting her to be naughty, and I wished that I could be naughty for you so that I could still be living with you all of the time.
As I thought about that I started to feel funny where I pee'd. That's how I thought about it back then. I didn't know what was happening, but when I thought about doing whatever naughty things you wanted me to do the feeling got stronger so I reached down because that seemed like what I was supposed to do. I knew that doing that was naughty so I did it and it felt good. It felt really good.
I kept thinking about how naughty I would be for my daddy as I sat in my lap. I didn't know what a penis looked like at the time, but even then I knew that putting one in my mouth was a naughty thing to do, but I knew that I would do that for you, because you wanted mom to be your slut, and she wouldn't, but I would. I would be whatever my daddy wanted me to be.”
She stopped, and I started to feel choked up. Everything seemed like it was my fault and even though I never intended for my daughter to feel that way, what I intended didn't matter. The results were the same regardless, and the responsibility fell on my shoulders. I felt like a jackass. My words to my ex had started a chain reaction that had major consequences with my daughter's mind.
“I thought about that almost every night before I went to bed. Not just when I was at mom's but when I was here too. I thought about what a naughty girl I would be if you would just let me. Sometimes when I still sat in your lap I would think about how wonderful it would be if your hands would drift down to my pee hole and make me feel the way I made myself feel before I went to sleep at night. You never did though. I wanted you to so bad.
I'm pretty sure that not one single night has gone by since then where I haven't imagined being daddy's naughty little girl. When you bought me that lap top, and I finally had my own internet.... I admit I was in a new kind of heaven. One of the first things I did was check out a porn site. I just had to see for myself what naughty girl's did.... They do a lot.... I found that out pretty quick. They do a whole lot.
I hugged Alisha close to me. A part of me just wanted her to stop, but I knew that she wasn't done. I wanted to tell her that she never had to do anything like what she was describing. I wanted to tell her that I just wanted her to be my little girl and that's it. I think she knew that though. I'm sure that she knew that, but the trauma of the divorce had affected her more than I ever knew was possible.
I loved watching the videos and seeing for myself what a slut was. I swear I played with myself so much that sometimes it hurt to walk, but I didn't care. No matter what I would go back the next day and go at it again just as hard. At first I just played with the outside mostly because I was still a virgin in every way. But that didn't last too long. I had to know what it felt like to have something inside of me like the girls in the clips did so I took my hair brush and popped my own cherry with it.
It's kind of funny, because it was a new hair brush. I had another one so I used that one for my hair and kept the newer one just for pleasure. I actually wore the rubber down on the hair brush after only about six months. My pussy is TOXIC,” She said the last part with humor in her voice like she was proud of it, and she laughed at her own joke.
I laughed with her. “Your a goofball,” I said.
“What?” She asked with a smile, looking up at me again. “I actually wore the rubber out on my hair brush by fucking myself with it. How many girl's can say that!”
“So I get the horny pornography part. Tell me about the web cam thing.”
“Oh that,” she said fondly. “Yeah, that stuff can get wickedly wild. I think you'd love some of my sessions. I record them and save the good ones. I'll let you watch some of them sometime if you want.”
“You save them?”
“Oh yeah,” she said with a wicked smile on her face.
“How'd that start though. I mean these guys are okay with your age?”
“Actually a few of them weren't at first. There were a couple of them that actually tried to talk me out of doing that, but you know guys. If they know your willing they just can't help themselves. Three of them are even married, but their wives are lame in bed. I give them something to look forward too, and they say that their marriages are actually better now because they aren't stressed about sex.”
She had my curiosity up. “So you say wild, but how wild can you actually get on a webcam?”
“You'd be surprised.”
“Come on tell me something.”
“Well a couple of the guys are into really kinky shit. They want to watch me fuck a dog! Can you believe that?” She was laughing again, like it was no big deal.
“Yeah, but you wouldn't actually....”
“No... God dad..... We don't have a dog!”
I tried to judge what that meant, but I couldn't. The suggestion was there, but she wasn't out and out saying it.
“Yeah, but if we did?”
“I'd fuck the shit out of him. I stayed the night at Becka's one weekend, and they have a lab. I didn't have time to actually do anything, but I let him lick me. Fuck an A dad, it was amazing.”
I had always wondered if there were any women that actually did that. I knew there were videos that you could find on the net if you looked, but I always assumed that, like almost every other clip out there that the women were doing it just for the money. To me it didn't mean as much if a woman did it to get paid. Sex was always hotter if the people involved did it just because they wanted too.
“Wow,” was all I could say.
Alisha came up and kissed me. At first she just leaned up and pulled my face down to hers. Our lips parted and our tongues met, and I couldn't deny that kissing my daughter was hot. Just the idea of having my tongue in her mouth, even though it was so wrong, felt so right. My hands went down to her ass, and she crawled up and straddled me while we kissed. I could still taste a little of the stock guys come. It was still dried on her lips.
She broke the kiss.
“I'm so turned on right now. Just thinking about this stuff is driving me crazy.”
I continued to explore her soft and smooth ass. My dick was throbbing in my pants, and begging me to hurry up and do something.
“You want to fuck me?”
I nodded eagerly yes.
“But daddy.... That's so wrong.... I'm your precious little girl.”
I knew she was playing with me so I played along.
“I can't help it. I”m a bad daddy and I want to you my gorgeous little girl's pussy to satisfy my needs.”
Alisha lunged forward and kissed me hard.
“But daddy you'll spoil my innocence,” she said, batting her eyes.
“I don't want you to be innocent,” I said, and a part of me knew that was true.
“I want you to be my little whore!”
Alisha began to grind herself into me.
“Oh my fucking God daddy! I can't believe I'm actually hearing you say that. Shii'iit!” She said. Her hips were sliding back and forth, and I could feel the heat from her pussy. I could also feel that her juices were beginning to flow.
“You want to make me into your own little whore, and use my pussy?”
“I'm going to make you into a little whore. I'm going to use your pussy, and I”m going to let other guys use it too!”
Alisha grabbed me by the head and began fucking her hips into me. Her eyes rolled back into her head.
I knew what she wanted me to say and a part of me begged myself not to. I wouldn't disappoint her though.
“You are a slut and all you are good for is fucking!”
As the words left my mouth Alisha's eyes fluttered, and her hips began to hitch into me. We hadn't even done much at that point, but she was already coming.
She kissed me again and I kissed her back.
“I don't know why that turns me on so much, but FUCK ME, that's hot!”
I had to admit that she was right. Most women hated to hear that word used toward them, but to me it was just a word. Everybody had a slutty side and it was true that for a guy it was a badge of honor. I understood that, but the truth was that most guys secretly wished they had a slut. That there wives or girl friends would let them live out some of the stuff they saw in movies. So why not?
“You ready for your girl to get you off now? You ready for me to live up to my purpose?”
“Your really okay with that aren't you?”
She nodded and winked.
“Yeah, I'm definitely ready.”
Okay, but we gotta do it my way.
I shrugged. I didn't know what that meant, but I was sure I wouldn't regret letting her do it “her way.” I was pretty confident that she would probably give me the best sex I ever had.
She led me into her bedroom and I went to her bed.
“Nope,” she said. “Stand by the door, and wait for my signal.”
I had no idea what she was getting at, but I did what I was told.
She grabbed her laptop, and went to her bed. She opened it and brought it to life. I waited and watched. I was starting to get what she had in mind. She didn't just want to have sex with me one on one. She was going to let one of her on line friends watch it happen. My dick had started to soften, but immediately sprang back to life. I loved the idea, and couldn't wait. I was going to fuck my daughter, and I was going to do it while someone else watched. The idea was intoxicating.
“I'm gonna start things off solo dad. I'm not even gonna tell the guys what's going on. When I say “I want my daddy,” then come to me and slam your dick into my mouth and call me a whore.” The guys will love that.”
I nodded, and she went back to work. She was facing me, and the laptop was facing her so I had no idea what was on it. She was sitting 'Indian style' and her pussy was out in the open. That skirt really was too short.
Her cleavage was half on display, and she pulled down on her shirt to increase the show, adjusting the position of the laptop, so that her chest was centered on the screen. Then she went to work with the mouse pad, and I heard the familiar sound of skype being opened.
She waited a second and started clicking some more.
“Hi there, Hunkmaster!” She finally said.
“Hey there gorgeous!” A male voice answered. “I can't see your face.”
“I know. You gotta wait. I have a surprise, but some of the other guys are on, and I'm waiting for them to answer too, before I do my reveal.”
“Ok,” he said.
I heard three others answer in succession, which meant that four men were now staring at my daughter's chest. My dick began to pulse in my pants as I thought about how many times and in how many ways that my daughter had helped these men relieve the tension in their balls. Helping them made her happy, and I couldn't think of a single reason why I shouldn't let her do it.
The men all took turns greeting her and asking her to see her face.
“Okay, guys. Your all probably wondering why I haven't been on all day. I know that Saturday is usually the day that I take care of the men in my life, but I've been a busy little slut today.”
“Show us your surprise. Please. I'm dying to see what you got in store.”
“Okay, but it might be a little hard to tell so just be patient, and look really close.”
She reached up and adjusted the screen on so that her cam was pointed at her face, and she waited for their response.
“Is that come?”
She nodded excitedly and smiled.
“Son of a bitch. You did it? You fucked your dad?”
She shook her head no with a naughty look on her face. “But he watched me!”
“Fuck you!!!” One of the guys said. He wasn't angry. He was expressing disbelief with a mixture of wonder.
“God damn you did didn't you. You little slut! That's great Angel!”
Angel? That's the name she went by. I guess it fit, in a humungous guy being called tiny kind of way.
Alisha nodded yes and giggled. Covering her mouth. I was glad to see that there was still some little girl left in her. She was still as cute as a button.
“Tell us what happened.”
I listened as “Angel,” recounted to them the events that took place earlier. The guys oohed and aahed, and OH MY Godded, in all of the right places. These men weren't just using her. They had become her friends and I was glad to see that as perverted as I knew that they were, that she still seemed to be in good hands. It was evident that they genuinely cared about her happiness. They might call her a slut, a whore, or whatever else, but it didn't mean that they were putting her down. As a matter of fact, in their own way, they were complimenting her.
“Man I wish I could have been there,” one of them said.
“Maybe you can be!” Alisha announced.
“What!” They all said.
“I think I can get my dad to let you all fuck me... If you guys still want to that is...” She said teasing them.
“Shut the Front Door!” Really?
“But only if you all come at the same time. Literally! And only if he can watch!”
“Name it babe. The time and place and we'll be there. Won't we guys!”
“Oh yeah....” They said in unison.
Alisha removed her shirt and plucked at her nipples.
“You are all going to come and use my pussy like a toy at the same time while my dad watches?”
“Wow, that's hot Angel. You really gonna let us do that?”
“Please!” She said leaning back and starting to toy with herself. I could see the moisture on her fingers as she started to slowly pump her fingers in and out of herself.
“We can't see Angel! Adjust the cam please.”
She reached up and adjusted the camera to give them a better view. She uncrossed her legs, and laid them on either side of her computer and went back to work. She used one hand to massage her clit, while the other hand went back to work fucking her moist cunt.
“I'm such a bad little girl. I want to fuck four guys while my daddy watches me do it! Oh GAAA'AAWD,” she said. Her hips began to to arch into the air.”
“You are a slut Angel,” one of them said. It was the same voice that I had heard do most of the talking. It's good that you know your purpose and that you accept it.”
“Yes sir,” she said. “I know what I'm good for!”
“Smack that naughty little pussy for me.”
She smacked it and I watched her eyes roll back again.
“The only thing your good for is fucking!”
“Yes.... Oh Gawd yes.... I want to please men! It's my purpose!”
Alisha reached over and grabbed her brush from beside her. I could see that she had indeed worn the rubber on the end of it down. It was still there, but the ridges that I knew had once been there were worn down. She inserted the black end into her juicy pink hole and started to work it in and out.
“I can't wait to feel all of your dicks fucking me. I want one right after the other. I want you all, and I want my daddy to watch me do it! Oh God I'm really gonna do it!”
Alisha's hips shot into the air, and she started to fuck herself like there was no tomorrow. I heard grunting coming from the computer and I knew that she wasn't the only one having an orgasm.
“I want my daddy!” she said finally.
I knew that was my cue, and I unzipped my pants, and took my erect cock out as I walked to her. She sat up, and adjusted the screen as I approached so that her head was back on the screen.
“You little slut. You need something more real than a hair brush!”
“I turned her head and slid myself into her mouth. She grabbed my hips as I thrust my hips forward, filling her mouth with my dick.”
I began to fuck her mouth and she got on her knees as I did so that she could take me in easier. I knew that using my daughter just for pleasure was about as taboo as you could get, but that didn't mean that I didn't love her. The fact that she wanted me to made me feel a freedom that I had never felt during sex before. I pushed past her throat and enjoyed the way that her mouth felt against my dick. Her lips and tongue worked me as I backed back out and went in for more.
Man she knew how to suck dick.
I glanced over at the screen and saw four guys staring wide eyed as I used my daughter's mouth for pleasure. There jaws were agape as they stared like zombies at their screens. They were in complete awe, and I loved it.
“God your such a good little slut!” I said for effect. The truth was that I didn't really feel that way at all. What I felt was that my daughter was an incredible young woman, that saw sex as a way to satisfying the men that she cared about. I wasn't the only one included in that. She cared about these guys too, and with one act she was helping us all.
I wanted to give something back to her. She had done her part and now it was time for me to do mine. I positioned her on her back so that her ass was on the edge of the bed, and spread her legs. I think she expected me to fuck her, but that wasn't what I had in mind.
I bent down and I began to kiss her legs. I started from her knee and I began to work my way up. Alisha grabbed her computer and positioned it so that the others could watch and have a good view.
“You don't have to do that daddy. It's my job to please you!”
“This does please me Alisha...”
“Angel,” she whispered.
“Angel I continued. A good slut is like candy, and I have a sweet tooth.”
“Oh, God... Do I taste like a slut daddy?”
“Yes...” I said, as I began to lick the juices from her thigh. “You taste like a very good slut!”
I worked my tongue around her pussy and was amazed at just how sweet she tasted. I had tasted my share of pussy before, and didn't expect the sweet after taste. Her skin was soft and smooth and her sex was warm in my mouth like cotton candy as it melted when it mixed with your spittle. I dove my tongue deep inside of her, and she moaned in response.
Despite the degree to which she had abused her womanly flower it was still in tact. As she had recounted her story to me earlier I almost expected to see that she had stretched and destroyed her precious clam in the process, but she hadn't. It was still shaped like a juicy pear, and her clitoris poked out just far enough to watch as I licked the inside of her.
“Oh God daddy that feel soooo good,” she said as she toyed with my hair while I enjoyed her. “Your tongue feels like heaven inside of me. I wish you never had to take it out.”
I lifted my head and looked at her.
“Now honey. What would your friends at school think if you walked around with my head between your legs all day?”
She laughed at me, and the break in the tension was nice.
I stood up, and shed my pants. I couldn't wait any longer. I had to join with her, and I wasn't going to wait any longer.
Alisha sat the lap top to her side, and positioned the screen so her friends could still see. She watched me undress and began to toy with herself again with the anticipation. I positioned myself over her and guided myself into her entrance. Our eyes never left each other as I slid myself into her.
“Oh God it's finally happening. I've waited for this for so long daddy. I thought this day would never come. I love you so much.”
“I love you too sweety. You mean everything to me. You know that right?”
She nodded yes, and I slid further into her. She fit me like a glove and felt magnificent to me as I slid into her. I went slow at first. I just wanted to enjoy the way that it felt to be inside of her. I had spent her entire life loving her, and protecting her, and making sure that she had the best life that she could have, and I had never imagined myself loving her like a man loved an actual woman. The physical kind of love that feels good on the outside, and scratches the itch that you have on the innermost parts of you.
I slowly worked my hips feeling the way that her tender pussy grabbed a hold of my shaft as it penetrated deep into her. I could feel the place inside where it opened up, and I could feel the tip of my member as it bumped against the dead end inside of her.
I bent down and kissed her and she kissed me back as I made passionate love to my daughter for the first time. I knew that she had originally intended for me fuck her roughly and call her dirty names, but I wasn't feeling that way, and I hoped that she wasn't either. I wanted our first time to have meaning and some beauty. There would be time for crazy sex some other time.
I looked back into her eyes drinking her in. She looked back, but didn't say anything. I think she was just enjoying the moment too. We were sharing something that too few people share. Sex can be beautiful in a lot of different ways but this was the most sacred way. Two people that loved each other more than they loved themselves joined together as one spirit.
“Thank you so much,” Alisha said to me out of the blue.
I nodded to her.
“You feel so amazing inside of me. I love it. I want you to do this to me all of the time.”
I nodded again. No words that I could think of sounded right, but I knew that this wouldn't be the last time I shared this experience with her.
“Yes,” I said. “I promise.”
“Nice is nice daddy, but I don't just want it nice!”
“I know,” I assured her.
“I want you to make me your slut too.”
“I will. I promise you that too.”
“NO!” She said with finality. “I mean now. I'm starting to feel that dirty urge again.”
I guess for now nicey nice time was over. I slammed into her a little harder, and she arched her back when I did. I had an idea that I thought she would like and I went with it.
“Look over at the screen.”
She did what I asked.
“I'm gonna make you fuck all of those guys at the same time like the little whore that you are.”
“Yes daddy. I'll be good. I'll do it. I promise!”
“From now on it's your job to please men do you understand you little slut!”
“Oh fuck Daddy! I'm such a slut! I want to. I wanna do that so bad!”
“Good girl!” I said. “Good little sluts let guys use their pussies for pleasure. Are you a good slut?”
“Yee'aaah... Daddy Oh God Yesssss!”
I thought about what it would be like to actually watch her be used by four guys at the same time, and I couldn't help but to come immediately. Alisha began to shake and tremble as I began to fuck her feverishly. When I start to come I lose control. I started to hammer into my daughter with everything I had as if I were trying to pile drive the come deep into her womb. She started to squirt as she came soaking my lap and the edge of her bed.
When we were done she slapped the laptop closed, and kissed me again.
“I never dreamed that this could be so good,” she said to me. I was still surprised at how eager she was to be called about the worst names a woman could be called and take it the way that she did. It was going to take me time to wrap my head around that. I didn't know if I ever would completely understand it, but that wouldn't keep me from enjoying it.
I left her room, and started thinking about dinner. I made burgers on the grill. We didn't normally wait so long to eat, but it had been a busy day for all of us. My stomach was grumbling though and I was sure that everyone else was just as hungry. Alisha finally went to take a shower and wash herself off, and I was glad for that.
I got half way through making dinner when I realized that I had to get up early and work over half the day away. I snatched up my phone and called in. I knew I was going to be asking a lot, because the guy working was closing, but I wanted him to open too. Not only that, but work another double.
He ended up convincing me to open, and assured me he'd be in by ten or so. I thought that was fair enough. He thanked me for the extra hours though, and I was glad for that. I wouldn't normally ask someone to work two doubles in a row like that, but I couldn't stand the idea of not spending the next day with my new family.