Prologue
My name is Jamie McAlloway, I am 23 and I live in Heaven. If I lived anywhere else in the world, I’d probably have nothing interesting to tell you. The reason my home town is so special is because all inhabitants – ages 18 and up – are extremely open-minded when it comes to sex. And by open-minded, I mean, they have sex with anyone, anywhere, anytime. The only exception to that rule is keeping minors out of the loop.
With 1.832 inhabitants Heaven is a small, closed community; a little too closed for me, at one point. As I had always been very curious about the big world outside of our town, I had set out on a backpacking trip through the rest of the country about eight months ago. Pretty soon after leaving, however, I had come to realize how much I missed the whole casual sex thing, which prior to leaving, I had pretty much taken for granted. Outside of Heaven, there were a lot of unnecessary social conventions, designed to discourage the whole concept of casual sex. Not that I hadn’t had sex during my time away from home, on the contrary: even in the – to Heaven’s standards – uptight outside world, there was always a willing cock to be found for a non-unattractive girl, with extremely low standards, like myself.
When news of my sister’s impending wedding – and the fact that I was to be maid of honor – reached me, I decided to head back as soon as possible. Because of our town’s secluded nature, certain protocols had to be followed to avoid any unwanted attention. Heaven was in the middle of nowhere, surrounded in every direction by acres upon acres of farmland and woods, and was only accessible through a maze of rundown, muddy roads. It hadn’t been easy for our town to achieve this kind of geographical isolation – and it was even more challenging to keep it that way – but you’d be surprised what inviting a few influential politicians to come and stay in your town can accomplish. Since Heaven was not on any public transportation route and walking there from the nearest town would take days, there was only one option: the bus from Heaven. We only had one bus line running through town, but we had over twenty busses. So, whenever someone wanted to leave – or in my case come back – one of those extra busses would be used.
Chapter 1
And so, there I was – on a deserted parking lot, in the middle of an industrial district – waiting for a bus, which, I had been informed would be there to pick me up at 4am. Precisely on time, one of Heaven’s busses drove up the lot and stopped just a few meters away from me.
“Good morning,” I said as I climbed the four steps towards the driver, carrying my backpack.
“Good morning, what’s your name, love?” he asked, looking at the clipboard he had just placed on his lap.
“Jamie McAlloway.”
“And what color ticket would you like, Jamie?” he asked, referring to the password I had been given earlier that day when I had checked in with my parents.
“Burgundy,” I replied.
“Okay, welcome aboard,” he said as he threw the clipboard back on the dashboard, revealing his large, meaty rod sticking out of his zipper. The engorged, purple tip suggested that he’d been jacking it for quite some time.
“Need any help with that?” I asked, pointing at his cock and putting my backpack down in anticipation of a positive answer.
“Oh, would you love? That would be great,” he smiled.
“Sure,” I said as I leaned over, wrapped my right hand around his big cock and started stroking him.
“My my,” I whispered, “That is one fat cock you’ve got there!”
A dirty compliment usually goes a long way in speeding things up, especially when it’s the truth; which in this case it was: the guy was hung like a fucking mule. He moaned and grunted as he looked down at my petite hand, now a blur on his cock.
“Oh fuck!” he grunted barely thirty seconds later – surprised by how fast I had made him cum – as several thick ropes of cum spurted out of his pulsating tip, splattering against his steering wheel and the dashboard. He roared deeply and loudly as I pumped and squeezed every drop of sperm out of his balls. When he was out of juice, I gently released my grip and wiped my hand – which had also received a generous coating of cum – off on my black skirt.
“Am I your only pickup?” I asked as I glanced at my hand, noticing that there was still a large amount of cum on it.
“No,” he panted, his eyes still closed, “One more, around noon tomorrow.”
“Any idea when we’ll be in Heaven?” I asked as I wiped my hand off a second time, on my grey top this time.
“Noon the very next day, I reckon,” he said as he started stuffing his cock back in his pants and opened his eyes, his gaze immediately drawn to the fresh cum smudge on my top.
“That’ll give me a chance to catch up on some sleep,” I said as I held out my top to get a better view of what he was looking at: a large smear of semi-transparent cock juice, just under my right tit.
“You do that,” he smiled as he started fidgeting with the gps system, “There’s food and water in the fridge and blankets in the overhead compartments, help yourself.”
“I will, thanks,” I said as I picked up my backpack and headed towards the back of the bus.
“Thanks for the handjob, sweet pea,” he shouted as he got ready to drive off.
I smiled as I got comfy on the last row of the bus and closed my eyes.
I must have fallen asleep almost immediately, because the next thing I remember is waking up in the middle of a forest. At least, that’s what it looked like: the bus was parked on a dirt road, surrounded by nothing but trees in every direction. Although the doors of the bus were open, there was no sign of the driver. I yawned and stretched lavishly for about half a minute and then looked at my watch: 11.23. No wonder I was getting hungry!
Figuring the driver had stepped out to take a leak or something, I stumbled over to the fridge and helped myself to a wrapped sandwich and a can of soda. Wanting some fresh air myself, I stepped down the bus stairs and glanced around. There he was, sitting on a log, facing away from the bus, with several sandwich wrappings and empty cans beside him: apparently, he’d been sitting there for a while.
As he heard me getting off the bus, he turned his head and said, “Hi.”
“Hi,” I replied as I walked up towards him, noticing that his right hand was loosely wrapped around his hard cock.
“Sleep well?” he asked as he continued masturbating.
“Yes I did,” I replied as I sat down on a log opposite from him and put my feet wide apart, deliberately granting him a nice view of my cunt – I wasn’t wearing any panties, “How long have we been here?”
“About an hour and a half,” he said, staring between my legs and jacking off a little faster.
“And how long have you been doing that?” I asked as I undid the wrapping from my sandwich and looked at his cock, which was in desperate need of relief from the looks of it.
“About forty minutes, I didn’t want to wake you, you looked so peaceful,” he smiled.
“Well, I am awake now, how can I be of service?” I asked, taking a small bite.
He looked me straight in the eye and said bluntly, “First, by letting me stick my head between your legs.”
“I can do that,” I said casually as I took another bite.
“Then, I wanna spurt all over one of your feet and have you feed me my own cum, can you do that?”
“Mmmm,” I nodded as my full mouth prevented me from speaking up. Judging from his detailed depiction of what he wanted, he had clearly been thinking about this for quite a while.
“Excellent,” he grunted as he got up and stepped out of his pants and boxers, getting on his hands and knees in front of me. I briefly lifted my ass off the log and pulled my skirt up just a little bit. As I sat back down and took another bite from my sandwich, he put his head in between my legs and started lapping away like an overjoyed puppy. He licked and tongue fucked me for quite a while.
Holding my sandwich with my left hand, I used my right one to guide his head and really push it in there. I didn’t derive a lot of physical pleasure from it, but then again that wasn’t the objective; my role in this undertaking was simply to degrade him and help him get off. After generously soaking his face in my juices for several minutes, while finishing my sandwich, I was trying to open my soda can with just one hand, when I noticed he was getting ready to cum. I quickly undid my right shoe and held my bare foot under his big, throbbing cock. As he lifted his head up from between my legs, he grunted violently and looked down – with a glimmering face – at the tip of his own cock, spewing cum onto my foot and in between my toes. When he was done, I lifted my leg and pushed my cum-covered foot towards his face.
Without hesitation, he grabbed my ankle with his free hand and extended his tongue; slowly and deliberately, he started licking and slurping his own cum off my foot – twirling his tongue in between each of my toes. After passionately devouring all of his spunk, he even helped me put my shoe back on before heading back to the bus to clean himself up a little bit.
“So, it this the rendezvous point?” I asked when he returned a few minutes later.
“I think so,” he replied, “It’s hard to be sure, the gps was spectacularly unhelpful.”
“No wonder,” I thought to myself, “We’re in the middle of nowhere.”
After taking our garbage back on the bus with us – as not to leave any trace of our presence there – I returned to my seat and continued reading my book. About ten minutes later, slightly ahead of schedule, a black man stepped onto the bus, carrying nothing but a briefcase.
“Name?” the driver asked as he took his clipboard.
“John Miller,” the young muscular man replied.
“And what color ticket would you like, John?”
“Medium turquoise.”
“Ok, you’re good, take a seat and we’ll be on our way.”
He took a quick look around before sitting down and smiled as he noticed me. As the bus took off, he started walking towards me while he unzipped his fly.
“Thank god, I wasn’t expecting another passenger, especially not a woman,” he said as he stepped out of his pants and boxers upon reaching the last row. Naked from the waist down, except for his shoes, he walked up to me and put one foot on the bench right next to me so that he could jerk his growing cock right in front of my face.
“You don’t mind, do you?” he asked – mainly rhetorically – as he clenched his right hand around the base of his cock and used the other to stroke the upper half of it, aiming his big tip right at my nose.
I looked up at him and just smiled, as I put down my book, figuring that was answer enough. Judging from how horny and frustrated he looked, I knew this wasn’t going to take up too much of my time. He really tugged at that poor, beautiful black cock and barely three minutes later, he violently came and shot multiple, fat ropes of gooey cum all over my face.
A large bump in the road caused him to topple forward briefly, pressing his spewing tip against my forehead in the process, leaving behind a big glob of highly localized spunk as he regained his balance. After trickling some final drops onto my top, he sagged down on the bench, right next to me, panting heavily.
“Thanks hon, I really needed that!” he grunted.
“The name is Jamie, Jamie McAlloway,” I said as I took a tissue from my purse and started scooping his cum off my face.
“Little Jamie, now I remember you!” he said, his half-hard cock still oozing a little cum, “I am John Miller: my dad runs the hardware store up on Anteros drive.”
“I thought I recognized you; so, you’re old man Miller’s son?” I recapped, using a second tissue to scoop up the big glob of spunk running down my forehead and the bridge of my nose.
“Nice to meet you,” he smiled as he extended his hand.
“Same here,” I said, shaking his hand briefly, before taking a third tissue and leaning over to him. After cleaning his cock head with it, I threw the tissue – along with the other two – on the floor.
As he relaxed in his seat, he started telling me about the store and how his father was getting too old for the job, counting on him to take over the family business. I turned towards him in my seat, my back against the side window and opened my legs, slowly sliding my right hand between my thighs. While he did most of the talking, I frivolously diddled my clit and played with my tits as he just looked on. I wasn’t after an orgasm; I just wanted to masturbate in front of him. Eventually, he ran out of things to say and so I started doing most of the talking; I told him about my backpacking trip and how, although I had had a blast, I was really looking forward to seeing my family again. Especially because I was going to be a maid of honor. We talked for almost an hour – he turned out to be an excellent listener – as I played with myself on and off. When we ran out of things to talk about, he got up and put his clothes back on.
Before walking back to his seat – only a couple of rows in front of mine – he pointed at my exposed twat and asked, “Mind if I fuck that a little later on?”
“Not at all, that’s what it’s there for,” I smiled as he turned and left.
“Later then,” he said. Without someone to watch me play with myself, I quickly lost interest and so, after making myself presentable again, I continued reading my book. About two or three hours later, John got up and stretched out, glancing out the window for a second, then reached into his pants and whipped out his hard cock, stroking it absentmindedly for about half a minute; getting it nice and throbbingly hard. As he stepped out of his row and started taking off his clothes, I put down my book, realizing he was going to need somewhere to shove that black dick into. I took off my skirt and panties and reclined fully on the bench. As he walked up to my row, gently stroking his cock, I hung one leg over the bench on the row in front of me and stuck the other one straight up. He got on his knees on the bench between my legs and carefully inserted his dick into my willing twat.
When he was in, he started groping my tits, squeezing them and playing with my nipples through my top and bra as he established a rhythm; I put my hands above my head and pushed off against the side of the bus to prevent my head from slamming against it. After fucking me quite gently for a minute or two, he whispered, “Enough with the foreplay,” and grabbed my legs, bending them towards me so that my knees were touching my rack. This allowed him to plunge his massive cock even deeper into my cunt, causing me to moan and squeal after each thrust.
“Oh god… oh god… oh fuck,” I squealed as one of my hands instinctively went down between my legs, ready to wrap around his dick to stop him from going deeper should he begin to hurt me, but it wasn’t necessary. John had an excellent grasp of just how deep and hard he could go without hurting me. As a result, several minutes into his torrid fucking, I had a wonderful orgasm – which actually lasted longer than most fucks I had had in the last couple of months. When my climax had subsided, he pulled out and sat down in the middle of the last row, whispering, “Sit on me.”
I got up and straddled him, gently sliding my soaking wet pussy down on his pole. Energized from the glorious orgasm he’d just given me, I started bouncing up and down, grinding my cunt into him and – from what I could read off his face – bringing him great pleasure. After that, he turned me around, so I was facing the front of the bus, and I rode him for a bit in reverse cow-girl. Then, he bent me forward and with my hands on the floor of the bus isle, he fucked me from behind, hard and wild.
Right when I thought he was going to fill me up with his sperm, he pulled out and whispered, “Come and jack me off on the stairs.”
“Okay,” I whispered, slightly out of breath, as I followed him to the rear stair case. Standing in the isle, facing the stair case, he held onto a nearby seat as I pressed up against him and wrapped my hand around his pole. Pretty soon, my hand was a blur over his fat shaft. He groaned and grunted all throughout the handjob, his knees ready to give way at any moment as a result of his incessant trembling. I must admit that I was pretty anxious for the finale; seeing his white cum shoot out of his fat, throbbing cock and disappear into the black, dark abyss below, was going to be so fucking hot! As a result, I gave this handjob my everything and really stroked his fat tube as hard and as fast as I could. Finally, about two minutes later, he tensed up and started wailing like a little bitch.
As a first, big, powerful rope of cum erupted from his cock head, I grinned widely and said, “Oh fuck yeah!” as I kept jacking him off. It left his cock with such force that it splattered against the outside door on the bottom of the stair case. The next two ropes didn’t quite make it that far, but they did a nice job of decorating the five steps leading down to the door. Then, it was just an endless volley of tiny cum drops, flying off into the darkness – and pretty much any other direction as well. Unavoidably, some of them also ended up on my hands, arms and my grey top. When his balls were finally empty, I quickly bent down and cleaned his tip with my tongue.
“Hey Jamie?” the driver suddenly called out, as John collapsed in the nearest seat.
“Yeah,” I replied, looking up at him.
“If you’re done with him, I could use some attention myself.”
“What did you have in mind?” I asked, as I walked to the front of the bus.
“Just a quick fuck,” he replied as he parked the bus on the side of the road.
“Where?” I asked as I continued walking up to the front of the bus.
“Right there will be fine hon,” he replied as he got up and took out his cock. I sat down on my ass on the floor and slowly reclined, opening my legs. He got on his knees, grabbed my legs and positioned his hard cock against my pussy. Slowly he inserted himself and started fucking me, in a rather mechanical way. For several minutes, he slammed into me, with his eyes closed, occasionally groping my tits through my top and bra, and using some very offensive vocabulary to degrade me. After not even three minutes, he shuddered briefly – depositing his load deep within me – and dismounted me abruptly, got up and zipped himself back up, all without making a sound.
“Thanks hon,” was all he said as he took the wheel again.
“So, how are we doing on time?” John asked ,while I got up and made my way back to my seat.
“We should reach Heaven somewhere in the morning, probably in time for breakfast,” the driver replied.
“That’s good,” John said as he started putting his clothes back on.
“There’s a nice little diner not far from here,” the driver said, “If you guys want, it’s the last chance to get a hot meal before Heaven.”
“I wouldn’t mind a hot meal,” I replied as I put on my skirt.
“Same here,” John replied.
“The diner it is then,” the driver said as he started the bus and drove off.
About forty minutes later, we arrived at the diner and ordered ourselves a round of drinks as we looked over the menu; following the driver’s recommendation we all had the cheeseburger with french fries. Shortly after dinner, the driver handed us his wallet and said, “Feel free to have a few more drinks, I am heading back to the bus to have a good wank and some shut-eye; I’ve got a dark, difficult drive ahead of me.”
I leaned in and whispered, “My panties are still on the bus, underneath my seat; feel free to use ‘m.”
“I will,” he said as he smiled and left the diner.
John and I had a few more drinks and we talked about all sorts of things. Once in a while, after making sure no one was looking, he would squeeze my boobs or tweak one of my nipples, just for fun.
About an hour later, as we were getting ready to leave, two young girls with halter tops and jeans cut-offs walked in and headed straight for the bar. John gawked at their naked legs and their gorgeous figures and was clearly getting aroused. After pouring down what was left of his drink, he whispered – his eyes still on the girls, “Can you pay? I’ve gotta go jack off,” and stood up, walking out of the diner. Now, I wasn’t particularly horny, but I would have sucked and fucked him if he’d bothered to ask, and he probably knew that, so I figured he had good reasons for wanting to jack off by himself. I finished my drink and watched as the unattached men in the diner started swarming around the two young harlots, who were clearly after some male companionship. Some of the men even started hitting on me, now that I was sitting alone. After turning them down kindly and paying for dinner and the drinks, I walked out.
It was already dark outside, so I made my way to the bus very carefully. Seeing the rear door of the bus was closed, I walked up to the front and was about to step on, when I noticed John sitting on his knees on top of the bus stairs, jacking his swollen cock. I smiled and said, “Oh sorry, I thought you’d be done by now.”
“Almost there,” he said as he kept jacking off.
Not sure what was expected of me, I asked, “Do you want me to get out of the way or…”
“Could you lean forward?” he asked.
I smirked and looked around the parking lot for a second, then leaned forward and after putting my purse on the second step, I put both hands on the third one, looking up at him, realizing that I was now fully in his line of fire.
“Like this?” I asked, trying to sound as innocent as possible.
“Fuck yeah,” he grunted as he lifted his ass off his feet and took aim, his body quivering. Mere seconds later, he began ejaculating, splattering several thick ribbons of gooey cum in my face and my hair. I giggled and whispered, with my eyes clenched shut, “What is it with you and bus stairs?”
After he was done flinging his cum at me, he collapsed on the floor – his half hard cock still in his right hand. I got up, took my purse and patted him on the head as I stepped over him. I sat down on the front row, left side, – as the driver was sleeping on the right side – took a tissue out of my purse and began scooping and wiping his cock juice off my face, deliberately ignoring the large amount of cum in my hair. As I looked over at the driver in the process, I recognized my panties in his right hand, still wrapped around his flaccid cock and adorned with a huge glob of dried up sperm.
John, meanwhile, had gotten up and was stumbling towards me. As I held my head perfectly still, he pushed his flaccid, cum-drooling cock against my cheek and extensively wiped himself off on my cheek and neck. When I had served my purpose, he stepped back and slumped down in one of the nearby seats. I used a tissue – the same one I had used on my face – to wipe his spunk off my cheek and neck and threw it on the floor. When I got up, heading for the back of the bus, John smiled as he looked at my hair and realized I wasn’t going to do anything about all the cum up there.
“Goodnight,” I whispered as I walked away.
“Night hon,” he answered as he closed his eyes and relaxed.
When I reached my seat, I took off my top and skirt and got under some blankets. I was out like a log in a matter of minutes. I didn’t hear the bus leave, nor notice anything of the ride into Heaven. When the driver called out and woke me up the next morning, we were already in town and approaching the bus depot. After yawning and stretching for a minute, I reached out for my top and skirt, but could only find my top. I put it on and walked down the bus aisle – naked from the waist down – looking for my skirt. I found it in between two random seats somewhere in the front of the bus, on the floor, crumpled up into a ball.
When I picked it up, I noticed that the front of it was completely covered in cum stains. I didn’t know whose sperm it was and frankly I didn’t care. I put it on – not even bothering with wiping off any of the still juicy cum – and gathered the rest of my things, getting ready to get off the bus. After parking inside of the depot, the driver started writing some stuff on his clipboard as John and I stepped off the bus. As I put down my backpack, waiting to say goodbye to the driver, John leaned in and kissed my neck while he cupped my right tit and then put his hand under my skirt, sticking two fingers inside of me without any warning or foreplay. It wasn’t until the driver got off the bus several minutes later and walked up to us, that John stopped fingering me and wiped his wet fingers off on my top.
John and the driver shook hands and after winking at me one last time, John headed towards the exit.
“Do I have you to thank for this?” I grinned at the driver as I pointed down at my cum-drenched skirt.
“Uhuh,” he whispered as he cupped my left tit through my top.
“Oh, before I forget…” he said as he reached inside his pants pocket and handed me my panties, rolled into a little ball. I could barely unfold them properly due to all the dried up cum, but I managed anyway and put them back on, right in front of him.
He smiled, gently tweaked both my nipples one last time and then said, “Thanks for everything, I had fun!”
“Me too,” I replied as I picked up my backpack and purse and headed towards the exit myself.
“Remember, it’s only 8h15… curfew is still in effect,” he called out before stepping into one of the offices.
Curfew was the town’s way of keeping minors out of the loop; during school hours (9h-16h), when all minors were required to be in school – sick or not – the adults could pretty much do anything they wanted. The same was true during the night (0h-5h). Outside of those time frames, curfew was in effect, which meant all sexual activity was to be confined indoors. All public facilities had a colored sticker on their front door: green meant free access to all, which also meant that curfew had to be followed, and a red sticker, which meant that curfew was not enforced – and hence minors were not allowed.
After only a five minute walk, I arrived at my parent’s house and decided to use the backdoor, considering the early hour. To my surprise, mom and dad were already up and about in the kitchen, setting the table for breakfast. When they saw me, mom burst into tears and hugged me so tight that I could hardly breathe. Dad patiently waited his turn, but, once he got the chance, hugged me almost as tight as mom had done. Mom poured all three of us a cup of coffee and started asking me a million questions about my trip; I started telling them everything they wanted to know and showed them some pictures on my phone. They brought me up to speed on town events and after another cup of coffee, my younger sister Cindy came hopping down the stairs, in her almost see-through nighty and shrieked, smilingly, “I thought I recognized your voice.”
I put down my cup of coffee and we hugged for the longest time, while she ranted on about how glad she was that I was there and that I was going to be her maid of honor etc etc.
After we broke our hug and I sat down again, she said, “Sorry, but I need to get some cock into me or I’ll be no good to anyone all day.” And with that, she straddled dad in his chair, her back now towards me, her barely concealed tits right in front of dad’s face. As she reached down into dad’s boxers and guided his morning wood into her horny twat, she started outlining all the things that still needed to be done; it was quite a list. While mom and I just sipped from our coffee, Cindy bounced up and down dad’s cock, riding him like a rodeo-bull until she orgasmed and screamed like a steam train about six minutes later. Her itch scratched, she dismounted dad – before giving him a chance to cum – and darted into the hallway, looking at me and shouting energetically, “Come and see my dress!”
After briefly glancing down at dad’s cock, obscenely sticking up, I put down my cup of coffee again and followed my sister up the stairs, seeing her juices run down her thighs as she walked up the stairs in front of me. After showing me the dress and even modeling it for me, we went over the itinerary for the next couple of days.
When we got back down, we found mom squatting down in front of dad’s chair, sucking his cock. Cindy and I sat down at the breakfast table, continuing to talk about the wedding preparations, not paying any attention to mom and dad, except for the occasional glance. During my third cup of coffee – and halfway through Cindy’s bowl of cereal – dad started moaning, prompting mom to take him out of her mouth and start wanking him off furiously. A few seconds later, dad jumped up and started spurting his morning load all over the breakfast table. Cindy and I put our conversation on hold to watch the event. With mom’s hand still a blur over his fat shaft, droplets of cum continued to fly all over the place – some of them even landed on my right hand, holding my cup of coffee and I was sitting clear across the table. When he was done ejaculating, mom took him back in her mouth. When Cindy turned back towards me to continue our conversation, I noticed numerous specks of cum on her arm and neckline, even one or two on her chin.
When mom finished sucking on dad’s cock, she pulled up a chair and joined the conversation. Once recovered from his orgasm, dad started reading the newspaper while enjoying his cup of coffee. After some forty-five minutes of talking and reminiscing, Cindy headed upstairs to take a shower and mom started clearing off the table and filling up the dishwasher.
“How’s my little girl?” dad asked, as he put down his newspaper, taking advantage of the sudden peace and quiet in the kitchen to make his move. “Come and give your dad a hug.”
I smiled, got up and sat down on his lap, wrapped my arms around him and squeezed him tight.
After we broke the hug, he looked down at my top, ran his index finger along the cum stains, all the way down to my skirt, which was in even worse shape than my top. After caressing my disgusting skirt with his whole hand a few times, he looked up and gently touched my cum crusted hair.
“My my, seems like you’ve had a lot of fun on your way over here,” dad whispered.
“I did,” I smiled.
“Well, I won’t have you sitting on my lap with cum on your clothes, take ‘m off,” he said sternly.
“Yes daddy,” I whispered, playing along and hopping off his lap.
After slowly taking off my top and skirt – while he stroked his swollen cock – I looked down at my panties and asked, “I suppose I’ll have to take those off as well then?”
He reached out and extensively touched my panties, all over, inside and out and then said, “They’re disgusting.”
“Yes they are daddy,” I replied innocently, trying my best to sound like a high-school girl.
“Take ‘m off and sit back down, you little slut,” he said.
I complied, sitting back on his lap with just my bra and my shoes on. Almost immediately, he put his hand between my legs and wriggled two fingers up my twat. Mom, having finished with the dishwasher, sat down on the chair next to us and just looked on as dad fingered the shit out of me, while I felt his hardening cock pressing up against the small of my back.
After letting him play with me for a few more minutes, getting me all worked up, I leaned in and whispered, “I want your fucking dick up my ass!”
Without waiting for his reaction, I lifted my ass up slightly and turned, facing away from him – causing his fingers to slip out of me in the process. Once my back was towards him, I reached down and grabbed his hard cock, guiding the tip of it in between my ass cheeks. When he was in position, I put both hands on the table in front of me and just pressed my ass down, forcing his large, hard cock inside of me. I moaned and groaned for the first minute or so – as I was in considerable discomfort – but once he was all the way up there, I started riding him, sliding my ass up and down his throbbing cock. Dad, left with nothing to do but sit back and watch his slut of a daughter bounce up and down his cock, reached around me and cupped my bra-covered tits, squeezing and kneading them roughly.
“Shower’s free,” my sister said as she entered the kitchen, all clean and dressed.
“Oh oops,” she added, as she noticed what I was doing.
Patiently, she leaned against the door post and kept waiting, watching me, along with mom. It took me another couple of minutes of slamming down on dad’s massive cock to make myself squeal in orgasm, and another two to make dad cum. In the heat of the moment, he lunged up, put his hands in my sides and began jackhammering my ass for about ten seconds, almost making me cum a second time. He howled and groaned loudly as he shot his slimy load deep inside my bowels.
He sat back down and moaned, as I just stood there, bent over the table, leaning on my elbows and my hands. After ten second or so, I got up and whispered, “I think I’ll go take that shower now.”
I kicked off my shoes, took off my bra and walked up the stairs, stark naked, heading straight for the bathroom. Under the shower, as the hot water was flowing down my slutty body, I couldn’t help but grin widely as I realized how good it felt to be back in Heaven. As I began rinsing the cum out of my hair, I couldn’t for the life of me remember why I had ever left in the first place.
I had quite some catching up to do…