The drive up North to cottage country was long, but uneventful. The sun was setting and the sky was beautiful shades of pink and fiery gold. I pulled my visor into place and kept my sunglasses on to shield my eyes. Soon enough the sun would sink below the treeline and I would no longer need the sunglasses.
The air conditioning was a bit cool in the car and I felt my nipples stiffen against my top. I would have preferred to open the window but this was the time of evening where I would end up with a bunch small flying insects, including mosquitoes, in my car.
There was an eighteen wheeler behind me, but much like me he was content to go just over the speed limit. He wasn't riding near me, but instead hanging back quite a bit. Other than that there weren't really any other vehicles around. The odd one would pass heading back toward the city.
I turned up the music, and turned down the AC. My mind was wandering and remembering. I was on my way to visit my father. It's odd to me. My parents, that is. They're still married, and they claim happily, but they don't live together. My mother has remained in their marital home in the city, and lives there with her girlfriend, Annie. With my father's full blessing I might add.
My father lives up North in the family cottage. They live over three hours apart. My father doesn't have a live in partner/lover, but he does take partners. Oh boy does he ever! I would know. I smiled a little to myself, even now an embarrassed smile as I recalled the last time I had visited my father. I certainly hoped my mother had called ahead and warned him this time. Well, I mostly hoped she had warned him.
"You should go visit your father." She had said last week. I agreed. It had been three months, and it wasn't like I didn't have free time. Sure, I work full time, but I also have weekends off. I have no husband, boyfriend or kids. My cat doesn't mind if I go away for a weekend. I surely have free time to visit my Dad.
My Mom said she would let my Dad know I was coming for the weekend last time I visited. I guess she had forgot. I got there around nine in the evening. I didn't think much of it. I climbed out of my Jeep and stretched. Leaving my bags in the car I headed inside to say hello. The front door was unlocked like it almost always was. I let myself in. Even though my sister and I don't live at home anymore, our father always treats the cottage as just as much ours as theirs.
Inside the cottage didn't have a lot of lights on. This wasn't unusual since my father hates to waste energy. I could see light coming from the living room. The air was a bit warm and a tad humid in the cottage. I slowly made my way down the hall to the living room. Right as I was about to turn the corner I heard the sounds. Unmistakable sex sounds. Unmistakably male sex sounds. Grunting, panting, moaning, and growling.
I paused for only a split second. It's like one of those moments where you've come this far so you kind of have to see. On one hand I didn't want to see, but on the other I absolutely had to see. I rounded the corner but remained in the shadows of the hallway. The living room was lit but only by table lamps. The lighting was soft, but plenty good for me to take in everything.
My father was on his hands and knees on a long leather ottoman in a sixty-nine position with a slender redheaded man beneath him on his back. The redheaded man was very thin with a full crop over deep red hair. He had no hair anywhere else on his body. His skin was quite pink, except for the freckles on his arm and shoulder. The redhead had my father's cock in his mouth and seemed to be sucking it eagerly.
Oh but there was more! There was a big burly man behind my father with what appeared to be quite a large cock stuffed up my father's asshole. The man looked to be over six feet tall and was the very definition of a stereotypical biker. He shaved his head, but had a beard. He was tattooed and hairy. He seemed to be enjoying my father immensely.
In front of my father was another man. This one was tall and weight proportion to height. He appeared to be muscular and in good shape. He had a thick mane of well-kept brunette hair. He looked like a business man. I could completely picture him in a suit. My father was alternating between sucking the business man's cock and the redhead's cock. The business man's cock was much bigger than the redhead's cock. My father already appeared to have a large load of cum running down his face.
That wasn't all. There was one more man. He was on my father's far side facing my direction. He was average height and weight. A bit older than my father and he was stroking a very long slim cock. He was the one to notice me first. His eyes lit with interest as he saw me hiding and watching the action.
"You ordered us some extra fun, Isaac?" The man had asked my father.
My father was a bit distracted, but pulled his mouth off the business man's cock to look in my direction. His eyes instantly rounded with surprised and then very clear embarrassment. The biker man seemed to like this interaction and grabbed my father's hips to pound him a bit harder. My father couldn't help grunting at the deep thrusts.
I could clearly see my father didn't know what to do. He didn't know how to extricate himself from the scene. He didn't know what to say to me or them. Finally my brain kicked in. "Uhh sorry. I came to visit. I should have called. Look, I will just step out for a bit. Umm..Da...Isaac, give me a call like after..uh later. Like when you're...okay bye."
I had turned on my heel and made a hasty exit. I practically sprinted to my Jeep and then left. I drove down the dark dirt road for a bit, but then I had to pull over. I pulled onto the shoulder of the road and turned the car off. I was near the lake and I could look out over it and see lights of cottages twinkle on the water. My cheeks were flames of heat. I was embarrassed, but that wasn't it. I was turned on!
Unlatching my seatbelt, I slumped in my seat a little. My hands wandered down to my crotch and I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. Sliding a hand under my jeans and into my panties I found my clit with my index finger. It was throbbing and I could feel my little cunt was soaked. I felt so dirty, but I needed to cum right then and there.
Using the tip of my index finger I circled my clit in tight little rounds. I moaned as I played. Reached up I lifted my top and tugged at my pert little pink nipples. I pinched it hard and tugged on them. What I wouldn't have done to be bent over just like my Dad had been taking it hard from behind. I pictured that bike man's big pole and how it had glistened with lubricant as he fucked my Dad's asshole. My clit thrummed with excitement and pleasure.
It hadn't taken long and my moans and panting breath filled my small SUV. I came pretty quickly and very hard. My fingers were soaked with my own juice. I sucked them clean, and then did up my jeans. I could feel I was very wet between my legs. I sat upright, but still felt a bit hot and bothered. I looked around. I needed somewhere to go to amuse myself while I father finished things up.
It was then that I had remembered a local bar that was always friendly, even to people from out of town. Actually, the bartender would probably remember me. I would often go in with my father for wings and beer. I started the Jeep and headed off to the bar.
I pulled into the parking lot about fifteen minutes later. My SUV looked a bit out of place among the pickup trucks parked outside the bar. "Mac's Place" was lit in red above the entrance, and there was an "open" sign and "cold beer" sign. Sounded good to me!
I grabbed my small wallet from my purse, and then tucked the purse under the passenger seat. I also grabbed my cellphone just in case my Dad tried to call me. Climbing out of the SUV I closed the door and pressed the fob to lock it with a jaunty beep.
I still felt a bit out of sorts and more than a little turned on, despite having just masturbated myself to a good orgasm. I went into Mac's place and made my way to the bar. I took a seat on a stool, and tried to ignore the attention I was clearly attracting from some of the locals. Their stares were of friendly curiosity. I was not a face most of them would be familiar with.
"Oh hey! Isaac's daughter, right?" The bartender asked as he made his way over. He was a decent looking guy. Probably ten years older than myself. Full head of dark hair, blue eyes and a nice smile. I remembered him from the times I had gone there with my Dad.
"Right!" I confirmed.
