If you want 10" cocks, women who orgasm in 10 seconds flat, simultaneous orgasms or gallons of cum then I'm sorry, but this is not the right story for you. I like to write about ordinary people with ordinary sexual appetites in slightly out of the ordinary situations. I try to keep the plot lines as near to reality as I can.
I try to keep the sex as true to my own experience as possible. I love to write about kissing, stoking, how sex feels and sex as an encounter which involves all the senses. I do like to 'get dirty' but only in the height of my character's arousal. All my stories have my own experience in them, but they are not autobiographical.
This story is about the effects of menopause on a loving man. The lead up is part autobiographical in that my mum had a really bad menopause. It was incredibly tough on her and I'm not belittling or ignoring that. I wanted to spare a thought for the loving partner, my dad. That's as far as reality goes, the rest is fantasy.
This part 3 of a series. You probably ought to read parts 1 & 2 first.
No one in this story is under the age of 18.
Constructive feedback welcome. I am from UK, so UK spelling applies. Thank you for reading my story.
Prologue
So, I did help dad three times after that. Twice with Bob present. The last time Bob asked me to fulfil a fantasy of his. He wanted us to make love early, before Bob left for work in the morning. He wanted me to stay in our bed and welcome dad. Later, when Bob returned from work, he wanted me to describe every detail manually bringing him (Bob) to climax. Bob has wild ideas and I love him for that.
Act 1 -- Bob's fantasy
Dad and I were in missionary position with dad supporting his weight on his arms. I stroked the muscles in his arms as his love muscle stroked my pussy. I traced every detail of his biceps. I stroked his bum as he thrust into me. My hands wandered up his back and onto his shoulder as I felt the steel of his cock plunge in and out of me. My hands moved over his shoulders and down his chest. His skin was damp to the touch as he thrust into me. My head was rocking as I was pushed up and down the bed by the motion of his pelvis. We were both softly making 'sex-sounds'; sighs, moans, groans and grunts.
Our martial bed smelled of me and Bob; our natural bed smell, our sweat, my honey and Bob's cum. My dad was adding to that heady cocktail. My pussy was already sloppy with Bob's cum and dad was not far off adding his. Bob's fantasy made me feel so dirty. I was being fucked by my own dad in our martial bed. The smell of us (me and Bob) on our bed sheets was rubbing off onto my dad. At the same time, he was adding his musk to our bed. Soon I would be leaking his cum onto our sheets. I resumed stroking my dad, rubbing his chest and playing with his nipples. He sighed; he was not far off.
It wasn't even 9:30 and I was already set to receive my second injection of cum. I stroked my hands down to dad's hips and held on to him. I opened my legs as far as they would go to welcome his cock as far as he could get it into me. I moved my hands to his bum and, matching his rhythm, I pulled him into me at the same time as pushing my hips up. I wanted him.
I got him. He thrust into me and I felt even more sloppy. He strained to get deep and I pulled him hard into me. He grunted and jerked his climax into me. Five times he pushed as deep as he could, five times he grunted as he gushed his sticky mess into my waiting pussy. He lay on me for a minute or two and his flaccid cock fell out of me. The smell of our bed and a pussy full of cum made me want to orgasm. I wanted a dirty orgasm, I wanted to add to Bob's fantasy. "Dad, I want you to watch me orgasm."
Without saying a word, dad rolled off me and moved to the foot of the bed. He sat between my feet and had a grandstand view of my wet and leaking pussy. I started by caressing my breasts slightly tweaking both nipples. I left one hand on my breast and pushed the other down my body, pausing to outline my belly button. I moved my hand further and combed it through my pubic hair. I twirled my hair and massaged my mons. I missed my clit and made a 'y' shape with my fingers, which I used to ripple up and down my outer labia. They were wet with cum and honey. My fingers slid easily up and down and the copious lubrication allowed me to exert quite a lot of pressure on my labia. I did this for some time and my slightly opened pussy came into full bloom. It was opening up to reveal my inner labia. I was showing my dad my inner secrets. I continued to ripple my fingers up and down shifting the position to the furrow between my inner and outer labia.
I was so turned on by the smells, by the two fuckings I had received, by my dad's eyes boring holes in me and by feeling so dirty that I knew I was going to cum quickly. I continued the up and down motion with my fingers and moved my other hand to finger my clit. I worked it gently and it came clear of its hood. There was no need for any spit as I was awash with cum. As I started to slowly strum my clit, a flood of liquid flowed between my bum crack and soaked the bed. I was picking up the pace with my strumming. I closed the 'y' of the hand that was rubbing my labia and inserted two fingers into my pussy.
I closed my eyes as I landed on the plateau. The world stood still as my whole body vibrated. My senses became even more heighted, I could smell the bed, I could smell my dad, I could sense his presence, I could hear him breathing, I could hear my rhythmic whimpers and sighs. My strumming was getting faster and more widespread. It wasn't just my clit I was rubbing now it was the hood and the top of my labia. My fingers were furiously finger fucking me at the same time. I was heading for orgasm and I could feel it approaching.
My hips started to move involuntarily, small bucking movements with accompanying whimpers. I took my fingers out of me and, coated with copious amounts of cum, I strummed the whole of my pussy. My hips bucked again as I widened my legs. I wanted dad to see right into me. My clit hand was now concentrating on my love bud as I worked my way to a wonderful orgasm. My eyes were tight shut as I concentrated hard. I continued to strum my clit, whilst I momentarily wiped my lips and nose with the cum sloppy hand. I held it out to my dad inviting him to do the same. I felt him lick my fingers.
I resumed sloppy pussy rubbing with the whole palm of one hand and clit stimulation with the other. I was close.... I was there. The tsunami washed over me. My hips thrust skywards bucking against my hands. My eyes and mouth flew wide open and I devoured the sight of my nude dad, staring back at me. Our eyes were glued to each other as wave after wave swept over me. The second wave was even more powerful and made me shout "fuck". All the expression disappeared from my face as the waves continued to wash, each one a little smaller than the last, as I eased my bum back to the bed. One hand just cupped my pussy the other slowly and gently diddled my clit.
I arrived back in the room and a broad smile grew on my face, mirrored by my dad. After a minute or so dad said, "Wow I think you enjoyed Bob's fantasy, Maddy."
"You could say that, dad. Come up here and give me a cuddle." I rolled over and dad spooned me, his sloppy cock sitting between my bum cheeks. After a few minutes I said "we need to talk about mum. Great though this is, I don't want to carry on if we can't help her."
"I know Maddy, actually since you have been helping me things are a bit better at home. Maybe because I'm less grouchy, mum is a bit more receptive to intimacy. Just silly things like she kissed me on the cheek yesterday for no real reason. She says she wants to see a counsellor because she wants to be more intimate."
"Sounds good to me. You turn me on dad, and I love you, but let's not do this again, for the time being at least. If it's no better in a few months' time then we can talk again, OK?"
"Of course, Maddy whatever you are comfortable with. I am just so glad you have helped me. Words can't explain how much it means to me and how much I love you."
Act 2 -- Discussions
A couple of months later dad was round sharing a coffee with Bob and me. He obviously had some news he wanted to share.
"I didn't realise how grouchy and selfish I had become until you helped me, Maddy. I am so grateful to the both of you. Mum and I have been seeing a counsellor for a couple of months now and I'm really excited to tell you that we are having regular sex."
That's great news, dad" I said.
"Does that mean you won't be needing my wife anymore then?" Bob paused and the said "Shame." We laughed.
"Pervert," I added.
I was relieved. After a shaky start I enjoyed sex with my dad. Society has a different view, but I think it brought us closer together.
About a month later dad was around again for coffee. Things were not going so well.
"Mum is struggling again."
"Oh no dad, you said things were going well."
"They were, they are, we are still having sexual relations, but your mum is starting to get disappointed that she has not regained her desire. She means well but sometimes sex feels a bit like a sympathy fuck. I fear she is going to get bored, and I don't feel like I am capable of turning her on. On top of that she says she doesn't feel attractive."
