Fathers' Day

So, Fathers' Day turned out to be everything I'd hoped it would be. Ryan and I drove over to Napa together and worked out the details of dad's surprise on the way. Right after we got there, Ryan said he had to leave to pick up something at the store, leaving me and dad alone. He was sitting on the sofa having a drink, so I went over and sat on his lap, straddling him, and gave him a warm, very un-daughterly kiss. I could feel the result of this rising beneath me and quickly had his pants undone and his cock free. He didn't tell me to stop as I lifted my skirt and took him into my very very very wet pussy and started to ride him. While we fucked, Ryan quietly came into the room, already naked himself, and came up behind me. The plan was for him to lube up and enter my ass, so I may have been as surprised as my dad when I felt him join dad in my pussy. The two of them fucked me hard and Ryan had be yelling as he levered his cock in me, stretching my pussy as far as it would go. Ryan came first and my dad joined in before Ryan had finished. Both pumped prodigious amounts of cum inside me. By the time Ryan had climbed off me and I'd rolled off of dad I was covered with sweat and my pussy was almost gushing. Ryan gestured at my pussy, offering it to my dad, who got on his knees in front of me and licked up the cum. I could see the effect this was having on Ryan as his cock started rising again and it was apparent that it was having the same effect on dad, because within a couple of minutes he was climbing on top of me and bringing his cock, still covered with the cum of the three of us, to my lips. I licked it from the head to the back of his scrotum, then gave him a proper blow job. By the time he came in my mouth, Ryan was almost jumping out of his skin, so when dad got off of me, Ryan jumped into place and fucked my pussy again. When he came again we all just laid back and rested with a lot of sighing going on. After awhile we all got dressed and went out to lunch, smelling like three people who had just spend an hour furiously fucking. All during lunch I couldn't wait to get through my meal and back to dad's house for another round. He and Ryan apparently felt the same, because nobody ate dessert and dad started fisting me in the back seat while Ryan drove us home. We were barely in the door before dad had me up against the wall, with his up my ass. When Ryan dropped his pants he pulled us away from the wall and entered my pussy from the front, the two of them fucking me while we stood in the front hallway. When we were done, we flopped over the living room furniture in various stages of undress. Ryan actually fell asleep while dad and I talked.

The conversation was interesting. I never really started thinking about fucking my dad until after I found out he had been fucking Kayla. Then I started thinking that maybe I should have some of that too. What my dad told me on Fathers' Day was that he started thinking of fucking me when he started fucking Kayla. It wasn't, he told me, that he started thinking he should fuck me, or that he wanted to fuck me, but that he would fuck me. He realized when he started fucking Kayla that our fuck circles had got too close. This was one of the things he was worried about, he said, when he convinced me to move from Napa to Santa Rosa about 10 years ago. At that time, he said, our fuck circles were way too close. There were a lot of guys I'd fucked who were sons, brothers, husbands, and even fathers of women he had fucked. There were a few women we had both fucked. It was just a matter of time, he feared, before we would end up in bed together. So, for that reason, among others, he sent me over the hill to Santa Rosa. He never told me that at the time, though.

His plan to keep our fuck circles separate started unraveling when he met Kayla. As with anybody who meets her, he found Kayla not just beautiful, but irresistably alluring. He never planned to fuck her, he said, but he didn't try hard enough not to fuck her. The night he "wandered into" her club and bought a dance from her, he said, he hadn't planned to go in there, but that's where he ended up. Once she was naked on him, he was beyond help. I don't know how any man can get a dance from her and not cream himself. She went to his hotel room that night to fuck him and they have been fucking at least every other month ever since (do I have a weird family or what? My dad regularly fucks my ex-girlfriend, who he started fucking when she was my girlfriend, and has continued to fuck now that she is my brother's girl friend - to say nothing of the fact that my dad and brother both fuck me!) Once he started fucking her, he said, he felt that eventually it would lead to him fucking me. He thought he may have caught a break when she left me to live with Ryan, but once he found out that she (and Ryan!) were still fucking me, he figured it was just a matter of time before he ended up inside me. And he was right. And I'm fine with that. We've always had a kind of frostly relationship and we're closer than ever before now. I've come around to the notion that my family, at least me, Ryan, and my dad, express themselves best through fucking. I guess that's the only way we ever would have become close.