My mind was in turmoil after the Friday night and Saturday morning with Daddy and Yasmine. I couldn't quite believe how I'd felt or how I'd acted, it was so totally out of character - at least, I thought so. Admittedly since I'd started fucking with my dad, I'd kind of opened up to the sexual feelings that had long been repressed, but it was still a shock to look back on what had happened.
I had anticipated that I might feel some pleasure in watching daddy fuck Yasmine, as just thinking about it had turned me on immensely, but I wasn't prepared for the red hot lust that took over as soon as I saw his big cock start to thrust into her pussy. Nor was I prepared for the even greater red hot lust that had overtaken me when his cock was plunging into my pussy and Yasmine was watching, it was almost overwhelming, I felt like a total slut - and I loved it! But it was the third aspect that really had my mind buzzing, my reaction to the sight, the feel, the taste and the aroma of Yasmine's incredibly beautiful and sexy body, just blew my mind away.
The logical part of my mind was putting it all down to the special circumstances of the night, the sexy films that involved some female to female loving, the intimacy of the threesome itself, with everyone reaching out and touching everybody else, the whole amazingly lustful scenario. But there was a part of my mind that was reminding me of the almost overwhelming feelings of desire I'd felt the very first moment I'd seen Yasmine's horny tits, the incredible turn on I'd felt at the first taste of her pussy juices, the almost cosmic feelings of pleasure I'd felt when her tongue first touched my pussy, how I didn't want it to stop. Did I really enjoy making love to a female as much as to a man? It was total confusion in my mind, confusion that I knew I needed to deal with, and there was only one way I could see to do that, I would have to revisit the situation without the extraneous aspects of that night, without the films and without daddy, just me and Yasmine.
Then I panicked anew, what if she didn't have similar feelings, what if she didn't want to know, what if I made a total fool of myself. For days this confusion of thoughts raged through my mind, then daddy mentioned that he was going out to a meeting the following evening and wouldn't be back until very late, and I realised I probably wouldn't get a better opportunity, so taking my courage in both hands, I rang Yasmine and invited her over.
Her first question was the one I anticipated, "Will Daniel be there?"
I took a deep breath, feeling my heart beating at a million miles an hour, "No Yasmine, he'll be at a meeting all evening, there'll just be you and me" I said.
"Oh" she responded, then there was a long silence, "Just the two of us?"
"Yes" I replied, already feeling my confidence oozing away.
"We don't normally see each other outside of Friday" she said, quietly, "It must be very special for you to invite me over"
"I think it's very special" I said, "At least for me it is, but if you don't want to come" I added, feeling my stomach start to feel empty and hollow.
"Oh no!" she exclaimed, "it's not that at all, - she hesitated a moment - I just wanted to know if it was special, because I think it would be for me"
And I thought I heard a slight gulp down the phone. Whether I did, or didn't, my spirits suddenly skyrocketed and I found myself grinning wildly. "Ok, let's make it about 7.30, and no need to put on anything special, I intend to be totally casual" I said.
I heard her muffled giggle quite plainly, "Oh, like Friday" she said.
"Mmm. Something like that" I replied, "Something, cool and frothy perhaps" and laughed.
She joined in the laughter, then said "goodnight, see you tomorrow" and hung up.