My dad and I had been fucking for a few months before the scene this episode will describe took place. I was settling into the routine of it, even. He took me about twice a week -- his restraint I found a little touching. When we got together, after all, he became increasingly frantic and wild in his horniness, in his reaction to the things he made me do with my body.
I became good at obeying the rules he'd set down for me:
1. Whenever he grunted that he was about to cum, I was to scramble out of whatever position we were in and clamp my mouth around the tip of his cock.
2. After his cum entered my mouth, I was to hold it there for a moment before slowly dripping it onto my tits.
3. Whenever he tapped me on my shoulder, I was to meet him in the laundry room in two minutes, no questions or objections.
4. Whenever he came up behind me and massaged my shoulders, no matter what I was doing or what plans I had, I was to follow him to the car and go wherever he wanted to take me.
5. He wanted to know about my state of arousal. I was to tell him whenever my pussy started to get wet -- and if I failed, I would be punished. If he said the words "Wet now?" I was to immediately part my legs and pull my panties to the side, whereupon he would touch my lips. If they were wet, and I hadn't told him I was getting wet, I would be getting five hard slaps to the face, followed by a gagging and rough blowjob, at our next meeting.
Only once had I failed the wetness test, and the rough blowjob I was forced to endure later that night convinced me never to do it again. Yet it was also humiliating walking up to him out of the blue and telling him I was wet, before he'd even asked.
Once, I did this during an evening party my parents were hosting, attended mainly by coworkers of my mother. The funny thing was, it hadn't been anything about my dad that made me wet. One of the younger men of the group had flirted with me, in a devastatingly charming way. He was gorgeous, even if he was twice my age, and I felt my panties just about melt. I had to find my dad, who was actually by himself in the kitchen loading up another tray of hors d'oerves. I walked up next to him and leaned in his ear and whispered, "I'm wet."
He smiled. Stroked my cheek tenderly. "Good girl," he said. "I have to mingle with a couple of people -- but after that...." His eyes wandered down my body and back up again. "Meet me in the laundry room, 15 minutes."
That amount of time later, my dress was hiked up, my panties pulled aside, and thick hard cock was sliding in and out of my pussy. When he came in my mouth, this time, he told me to swallow it, as we both were going to be missed -- and looked for -- if we didn't return to the veranda in a reasonable time.
Back outside and mingling again as though my dad and I had just excused ourselves to wash dishes, I couldn't get sex out of my mind. I didn't tell Daddy that I came about a minute after his cock slid into me -- which, for me, was unheard of before this. Nor did I tell him that I couldn't stop fantasizing about Daddy sharing me with the charming husband of my wife's peer.
I found myself becoming transformed into a crazed sexaholic. My identity was wrapping itself more and more tightly around a self-image as Daddy's slave. Knowing that Mom was going to be off for the next two weeks -- and therefore at home all the time -- I even found myself wondering, with disappointment, about when my next tryst with Daddy would be.
* * *
I didn't have to wait long, it turned out. And the next episode proved to be a doozy.
It began with me sitting on the sofa, dozing off to some movie, on a boring Tuesday afternoon, around 2:30. I was done with classes for the day, I had worked out really hard at the gym at noon, and the afternoon drowsiness had settled in.
I had just been dreaming about being a contestant on a game show when I felt two strong hands gently massage my shoulders. A yawn opened my face, my legs stretched, and I looked up Daddy, who simply nodded.
I was to follow him to the car, and go wherever he wanted to take me. We passed Mom on the way out, as we walked through the kitchen to the garage. On the phone with some friend of hers, she placed a palm over the speaker as if to ask us where we were going and when we'd back.
"We're going to look for presents for the twins' birthdays," my father said cheerfully. Then, in the first sign of what he had in store for me, he added, "and we won't be home for dinner. We're going to just eat at the mall."
My throat went dry until a few minutes into the drive; I realized I was in some shock of excitement. There was fear mixed in horniness and awe at my father's command and daring. This was simply a man who took what he wanted in life.
So distracted that I almost forgot. "I'm wet, Daddy," I said, softly, my voice almost cracking.
"I'm glad that tight, sexy pussy's wet, my little slut. It's going to get even wetter - 'cause get a load of this: we're meeting up with a guy who plays with a daughter your age. And her mom is in on it, too."
I gulped. My pulse quickened. "And from what he tells about it, those two eat pussy so well that you'll be begging for relief in minutes."
I gulped. "You're going to have me be -- be with girls?"
"Hell yes," he said, as we sped down the Interstate, my dad's favorite country channel streaming through the speakers.
"You think I don't want to see that adorable face of yours glazed with pussy juice?"
Unconsciously, I rubbed my thighs together as a shiver ran through my body. Part of it was the cold of the car -- I was in little gray sweatshorts and a t-shirt, with flip flops, my hair in a baseball cap. Dad was in jeans and a flannel long sleeve shirt.
"Ever kiss or touch a girl, April?" We had just gotten onto an exit ramp.
"No daddy," I said. "I don't know if it's something I can get into, honestly."
My dad thought a few moments and said, "Well, you're going to learn to love it. And until you do, you'll enjoy how hard it makes cock and how it'll make me even hotter for you."
I thought about this. Then he added, "And, of course, today you'll have two different cocks working your tight little body."
