My Kinky Daddy ch5

When his bath was over, they'd put lotion on him and dress him up in some of his favorite play clothes and after that - he'd spend the rest of their time together with a smile on his face and a never ending erection. They would make love for hours, pleasuring each other unselfishly and completely until they had to stop to eat or sleep, and this cycle continued until it was time for Mom and Daddy to come home.



"Don't think for one minute we ever did anything to him he didn't want, Emma." She said, softly. "And I promise you, your Mother and I made sure we did exactly what he wanted us to do, and each time, he was grateful for setting him free to be himself."



"If I had to guess, though" she finally added, "he might be initially hesitant with you there. But, if we follow the same routine to warm him up, and if you were to do the things your mother would have done, I'm absolutely confident he'd cooperate. In fact, having you there would serve to heighten his humiliation, and that would be a good thing for him, I'm certain of that."



"I'd be there to help you through it, Sweetheart." Aunt Jane assured me. "I wouldn't have suggested it if I thought it was the wrong thing to do."



I thought about it for a few minutes as we ate our dinner. "Well," I asked, "what about you and me? Didn't you say the three of you made love together? I've never done anything like that before."



"Alright, that's a fair enough question." She answered. "But, you're not a virgin, are you? You've had sex with a man before, right?"



"Aunt Jane," I replied, "I lost it in high school, and I've had a few boyfriends, so, yeah, I've been with a few guys."



"Okay then," she said, "then that part you already know how to do and what to expect."



"And, I take it you've never been with a woman?" She asked, looking up at me over her wine glass.



"No." I said, softly. "Never."



"Well, I guess that's something we'd have to practice and rehearse ahead of time." She said, with a small grin on her face. "Don't you agree?"



Aunt Jane seemed to take some pleasure in explaining to me that Daddy enjoyed seeing Mom and her together. "We'd always have to watch him, though." She said, giggling. "He'd end up yanking himself while he watched us and that would ruin him for a couple of hours."



"Most times," she added, "we'd let him sit in a chair next to the bed and watch us. If he started masturbating, we'd find some way to distract him or get him up on the bed with us. He loved watching us up close and we had a rule that he couldn't masturbate if he was on the bed with your Mom and I."



"I have to ask this now, Emma." Aunt Jane said, as she took another sip of her wine. "Do you think that is something you could do? Be sexual with me for your father's sake, or for your own sake?"



I took a deep breath when I heard her ask me that, but as I blushed and looked over at her, I answered, saying, "I almost took you up on your offer to take a shower with you tonight. I even went to your bathroom door and was about to knock on the door, but, I...... uh...."



Aunt Jane reached out across the table and put her hand on mine. "It's natural to be afraid of something you've never done, Emma."



"But, I wanted to do it." I replied. "I just didn't know how to say it, or what you might think."



"Sweetheart," she said, softly, "would you let me show you how beautiful it can be between two women tonight?"



"You don't have to do anything back if you don't want to." She added. "Just let me show you how good and natural it can feel. And, if it's uncomfortable for you, I'll be able to tell and we can just stop -- no harm done. How's that?"



I told Aunt Jane it wasn't a matter of me being uncomfortable as much as it was just not knowing what to do. "Don't worry about that." She said, smiling over at me. "You'll see. It'll be the most natural thing you've ever done. You won't even have to think about what to do."



We talked for a few more minutes and she put my fears to rest. I heard that same tenderness in her voice she used when she talked about Daddy and how much she loved him and how he needed to be pleasured. My panties had grown wet while we talked, not just because of the way she described what she and Mom usually did to Daddy to warm him up, but also because I knew she was going to be touching me and making love to me like she used to do with my mother.



"Come on." She finally said. "Let's get out of here so I can prove what I said is true."



On the way home, she asked me if I'd made a decision on coming to visit when Daddy came. I told her I wanted to, but, I was still unsure.



"Emma, with your mother gone," she said as we pulled up in her driveway, "your father only has the two of us now. I'll do everything on my own if I need to, but, I can't think of a better gift for you to give your father than yourself."



We sat there in her car for a minute as that thought sunk into my head and then she simply patted my knee and opened her car door. As I followed her inside the house, she gave me a smile and took my hand and led me up the stairs toward her room.



When we got there, she turned to me and put her hands on my face and pushed my hair back over my shoulders and looked into my eyes. "You're just as beautiful as your mother was." She whispered, as she leaned in and kissed me ever so softly on the lips. I closed my eyes as our lips met and my heart started to flutter as I smelled her perfume and felt her take a step closer to me.



The kiss was gentle and soft, not like a man's kiss. And I felt her breasts brush against mine as we stood together. I was having my first kiss with another woman and as it lingered, my emotions swelled up inside of me and I began to want more.



As our kiss ended, she pulled back and we looked at each other -- our eyes fluttering back and both as we gazed into each other's eyes. Then, without thinking, I leaned in to her and kissed her back, raising my arms as if I was going to wrap them around her neck and embrace her. But, when I did, her hands met mine in mid air and she intertwined her fingers with mine and held them to my body.



This kiss was longer and better, and, before long I opened my mouth with a desire to kiss her deeply. She opened her mouth, too, and in a matter of seconds, our tongues were searching for the other's and we were in a full blown embrace. I was breathing hard, almost panting when the kiss ended. And, seeing she was too, I reached behind me to the buttons at the back of my chemise top and started undoing them.



"Here," she whispered, "let me do that for you."



I turned around and let her unbutton me, and a few seconds later I felt her gently pull my top out of my skirt and begin to lift it over my head. Her touch was so soft and gentle, I got goose bumps on my skin as I felt her carefully lift my top over my head taking great care not to mess up my hair. As I turned around to face her, her hands went to the buttons on the front of her blouse and as she undid the top button, I raised my hands and put them on top of hers and gently pushed them aside.



She gave me a little smile as I unbuttoned her all the way down and then pushed her blouse off her shoulders and dropped it on the floor.



Her large breasts were encased in a lacy bra and I stood there for a few moments looking down at them and then back up to her eyes. "It's okay." She whispered. "You can touch them."



As soon as the words left her mouth, I raised both my hands and placed them to the sides of her breasts and moved them under to feel the weight of her flesh in my hands. This was such an unusual feeling for me, having never touched another woman in my life. I mean, mine own breasts were so small, they literally had no weight to them at all. But, Aunt Jane had much larger breasts, and they had some weight to them. And while my bras were light, dainty things, her bra was much more substantial and sturdy.



Seeing that her bra had a front closure, I reached forward and grasped the sides of the clasp and unfastened it. All at once, her breasts spilled out in front of me and as she wiggled it off her shoulders and let it fall to the carpet, I gazed at her, wondering how her nipples would feel in my mouth.



But, my dream was interrupted when she reached up to my chest and placed her hands on my lightweight bra. I felt embarrassed for a few seconds as she felt me through my bra, rubbing my nipples with one of her fingers. I had nothing compared to her, and I knew I was going to be ashamed when my bra came off and she saw my tiny, pink nipples.



"You're about the same size up top as your mother was." She said, softly. "I always loved that about her," Aunt Jane sighed, "she was so petite and she looked so cute when her nipples got hard."



As she spoke, she reached around me and unhooked the strap. Then, in one motion, she pulled my bra away from my body and leaned down to kiss my nipples. My legs almost collapsed out from under me when I felt her lips on my bare flesh. She reached up and cradled one of my breasts in her hands and licked around the nipple and then began sucking it.





Immediately, I noticed the profound difference between a man sucking my nipples and when she did it. Her touch was gentle and light and it was incredibly sensual. It teased me in a way that made me put my hands behind her head and pull her into me, silently begging her to suck me harder. She took the hint, too, and when she latched onto my nipple and really began to suck, I felt it tugging deep down inside my pussy.



Instantly, I felt an intense wetness down there, almost as if I'd gushed inside my panties. And as she sucked, that feeling continued and I began to slump over the top of her, almost falling over until she stood up and held me.



She was giggling as she helped me stand, looking up at my face as she held my shoulders for a few moments. "Can I undo your skirt?" She asked.



Immediately, I nodded my head and as soon as her hands reached to my waist, I reached out to hers and in the tangle of hands and arms between us, I managed to unbutton and unzip her skirt while she did the same to mine. Almost simultaneously, both our skirts skimmed down our legs and hit the carpet at the same time, and when I made a move to push my panties down, she stopped me.



"Let's get on the bed, Sweetheart." She said, in a soft tender voice. "Keep your panties on for a while, okay?"



I nodded my head as she pulled me to the side of her bed and we fell onto the fluffy comforter. As I inched to the middle of the bed, she followed me eventually ending up on her hands and knees, looking down at me as I lie on my back looking up at her. I watched as she slowly, moved between my legs and crawled up to me. I felt her knee sliding up between my thighs and I spread my legs giving her more room. Then, as she leaned down to kiss my lips, I felt her knee gently snuggle itself into my crotch and press into me.



Almost instinctively, I spread my legs further and pulled my knees up as much as I could with her on top of me. It was enough for her to wiggle her knee into my crotch a little more and once we were comfortable like that, we kissed like lovers.



I felt her hands on my breasts again and after a minute, I reached up to hold hers. The rest, just as she said, came naturally. We kissed passionately as we touched each other's breasts and nipples, and while we kissed, she used her knee to gently massage my pussy -- varying the pressure and the intensity of her touch.



Before long, I was in complete abandonment of all control over my emotions. I was thrusting my pelvis against her knee and moaning as she kissed me and gently teased my nipples. Her mouth became wetter and hotter and each time a kiss ended and another one began, it was more and more urgent for me. We were literally sucking each other's tongues and slobbering all over each other's faces. It was the most passionate and fervent kissing I'd ever done in my life and I kept going back for more, holding her face to mine as we kissed and kissed and kissed.



But, before very much longer, I found myself bucking against her knee, and tilting my hips so I could rub my clit directly against her. She helped me by adjusting the position of her leg and pressing up into me a little harder. I was moaning and panting, and she was gently pinching my nipples, letting me thrust and buck against her knee.



"Just let it happen." She whispered in my ear as our lips pulled apart. "Enjoy it, Sweetheart..... let me make you cum."



I had this irresistible urge to grab her face and pull her lips to mine -- to feel her kissing me as I came. And that's exactly what I did -- very roughly and without much warning. I, let go of her breasts, turned my head toward her and reached up to her head and guided her lips back to mine. As I did, she ground her knee into my crotch and it was like someone ignited a rocket between my legs.



I started huffing and puffing to a point where we couldn't maintain our kiss any longer. She grabbed my wrists and pulled them over my head, using them as a leverage point to create even more pressure in my crotch. "Go ahead." She whispered down to me. "I know you're ready to cum."



And Aunt Jane was right, because not more than fifteen seconds after she said it, my whole body began to convulse and after a few seconds, I went rigid while the strongest orgasm of my life radiated through my pelvis and almost stopping my breathing. It lasted for a good thirty seconds, completely incapacitating me -- forcing me to grit my teeth and endure waves of contractions and sensations emanating from the center of my womanhood.



This was the most intense climax of my life -- I never even thought an orgasm could be this strong, but my whole body literally ceased to do anything but conduct the mind numbing orgasm and I was held captive by it until it was over.



As it subsided, my muscles relaxed and I sank into the bed, trying to catch my breath and regain my senses. Aunt Jane was smiling as she looked down at me, but I couldn't do anything other than gasp to get some air back in my lungs.



"That was a good one, huh?" Aunt Jane asked giggling down at me. I was finally able to muster a small smile, and when I did, she said, "I can't wait to see how you'll react when we're in bed with your father and I guide his cock into you for the first time."





That night, after we returned from dinner and Aunt Jane took my hand and led me upstairs to her room, I discovered something profound about myself. Throughout my years in college knowing bisexual girls and lesbians, I never took advantage of the many opportunities I had to make love with another girl. To me, I felt like it would have been a statement that I was against men, or wasn't interested in men -- or something like that. But now, having spent one of the most glorious nights of my life having sex and making love with my Aunt Jane, I completely understood what I'd been told over and over again. And that was, a woman can make love to another woman much better than a man can.



Now, I admit there's no substitute for the feel of an actual hard, warm erection inside you. I love that feel -- the feeling of a man's cock filling me up, moving in and out of me, throbbing and reacting to the way I move and the way I squeeze him. Yes, I love having a cock in me, and it doesn't even matter to me if I don't orgasm while he's in me. It's the whole idea of having a man's cock inside my body that helps me get off.



But, the way Aunt Jane touched, licked, sucked and caressed my whole body that night, brought me the most satisfying and complete orgasms I've ever experienced in my whole life. She knew exactly where to touch...... how soft and how hard.



When we were kissing, for example, she gently ran her fingers around the back of my neck, and up behind my ears, giving me goose bumps and launching feelings in me I'd never felt with a man.



When she touched my pussy, she used just one finger for the longest time, just barely penetrating me. It wasn't the forceful 'jab-jab' touch of a man, but instead it was the tender caressing of a woman who knew how to bring another woman along. She knew exactly where my G-spot was and how to touch me there. I loved the way she brushed her fingertips over my clit and around the sides -- she never once got too rough, and the whole time she touched my pussy, I kept wanting to open my legs even more than I already was to give her the room she needed.



I can even remember lying on my back with my legs stretched out in a wide open "V" praying she'd keep kissing me and licking me down there. Climax after climax thundered through my body as she fingered me and nibbled away at my clit. I lost track of how many orgasms I had after the fifth one, and I was in a hallucinating state of total bliss -- content to just lie there like a limp rag doll as she did things to me.



So, yes, I love the feel of a cock in me and I won't ever give that up. But, now that I know how it can be between two women, I don't think I could ever live without that kind of satisfaction in my life at least once in a while.



So, as we lie in bed together that night after our marathon sex session, Aunt Jane stroked my hair and told me stories about what she, Mom and Daddy would do in bed. She went into incredible detail as I snuggled into her arms in the wee hours of the morning, lying there in the total darkness of her bedroom listening to her. She told me all about making love as a threesome, who liked what and who did what.



"Your father," Aunt Jane told me, "is a very talented man in the bedroom, Emma. Your mother and I trained him for years and I promise he'd be able to make you feel things no other man could ever do."



"I don't want to pressure you," she added, "but you being with us next month would be such a gracious gift for him..... one that he so badly needs.... and one he deserves."



"But," I said, pulling myself out of her arms and sitting up in the bed next to her, "I'm his child, Aunt Jane!"



"How's he going to feel with his own child basically dominating him, humiliating him, embarrassing him, seeing him naked, dressing him up and all those other things like using a strap-on on him, spanking him -- all that?" I asked. "How's he going to react to his own child doing those things to him?"



"First," Aunt Jane answered, "you'll start out playing the part of your mother -- doing the same things she would be doing to him if she were still alive. I have some of her clothes and lingerie here, and, I have some of her make-up and perfume, too. We can do your hair just like she used to wear it and believe me, when I say you look just like your mother used to look when we were in college, I mean that as the honest truth."



"So, for the first few hours, you'd just do exactly what she would have done." Aunt Jane said, confidently. "After that, once he's had his warm up and accepted the situation, then you could start being you -- his daughter."



"And second," she added, "we simply won't allow him not to accept you being there."



"I know exactly what to say and what to do in the first ten minutes after he walks through my door," Aunt Jane explained, "and I'm absolutely confident by the end of that ten minutes, he won't fuss a bit. His humiliation and embarrassment will be so high, we'll have him eating out of our hands before you know it."



"And once he's been broken and gone through his little warm-up routine," she said, reaching out to put her hand in mine, "you'll see your father change into another man. A man you've never known before, Emma...... the man your mother and I fell in love with."



"And if your plan backfires and he ends up mad at both of us? What happens then?" I asked.



"Sweetie," she said, sitting up next to me and pulling me into her chest, "if that happens, I give you my word I'll talk to him, calm him down and tell him it was my idea. I'll tell him I coerced you to do it. I promise I'll make it right and patch everything up between all of us."



"I'm confident this will work." She said, as she lay back on the bed, pulling me with her. "I've never been so sure about anything in my life."



I cuddled up against her, enjoying the content feeling that filled my body as she held me. Neither one of us said anything for the longest time. I was overwhelmed with confusion about what to do, and after several minutes of absolute silence, I found myself bending down to take her nipple between my lips and began to gently suck her. Without even thinking, I began to run my hand up and down her side, from the side of her breast down past her hips to the top of her thigh.



I felt her hand move to the back of my head, cradling my head as I suckled her, and before I knew what I'd done, I'd rubbed my way from her hip to her stomach and down between her legs. When I got close to her sex, she moaned and opened her legs to me, allowing me to trace my fingers up and down her wet lips and feeling the thick, slippery lubrication that had been seeping from her vagina.



"Okay." I whispered, as I pulled off her nipple just long enough to tell her I'd made my decision. "I'll do it."



I felt Aunt Jane's legs open wider and when they did, her pussy opened up to me and my finger slid easily through the folds of her sex. I held it still, gently pressing up into her G-spot, as I sucked each of her large breasts, alternating between them as I lovingly toyed with her pussy. She didn't say a word, not even to acknowledge that I'd made a decision. She just laid there and let me finger her.



An hour later, after I'd brought her to three orgasms, it was going on two in the morning. During that hour, I'd fingered her to one orgasm and licked her to another two. She was lying behind me, spooning against my body with one arm draped over me, and she was gently cradling one of my boobs.



"You're not surprised." I said, softly. "You knew I'd do it."



"Well, I hoped you would." Aunt Jane replied. "And once you see how happy it's going to make him and how much you enjoy it yourself, you'll be glad you did."



That's the last thing I remember her saying that night. I drifted off to sleep and slept like a baby until ten in the morning. When I woke up, she was smiling at me from her pillow and as soon as I saw her, I giggled and smiled back. She leaned over to kiss me, and our mouths met. I felt her hand moving between my legs, and..... we didn't get out of bed for another hour.



And so, that's how the next two days went. We watched all the old, nasty video tapes from their parties, looked at all of Daddy's naked pictures, caressed each other, made love and, of course, talked in detail about Daddy's visit.



By the time I left, we'd gone through every aspect of Daddy's visit either of us could think of. We planned out the first four hours down to the minute with the precision of a space shuttle launch. We knew who was going to say what and who was going to do what.



"Your mother always got to have his cock in her first." Aunt Jane told me. "So, you can have the same honor. That probably won't happen until after he's been here six hours, or so, but, it's worth the wait. Trust me on that."



We giggled together as she described how my first time with Daddy would be, emphasizing the fact that we should mimic what she, Mom and Daddy usually did by letting him undress me, and then lying on the bed with my legs wide open as I pulled my pussy lips apart. "Then," Aunt Jane said, "just let him do whatever he wants to do."



"He'll probably want to look at your pussy for a few minutes." She explained. "He loves that..... he'll get right down there between your legs and put his face six inches from you. Then, just be sweet and encourage him, and he'll take it from there. I'll sit back and watch until you guys are done."



We agreed I'd come two days before Daddy arrived. We'd go get waxed, get our nails done, get my hair fixed just like Mom used to wear her hair and then go shopping. She wanted to take me to the adult toy store they used to go to and said she'd treat me to some new lingerie. Of course, she said we'd have to spend some quality time together, and I knew exactly what that meant, and I was in complete agreement!



She told me Daddy would probably arrive close to 10:00 AM. He'd leave Topeka around five in the morning, and typically would make it to St. Louis in five hours, give or take a few minutes.



So, to make a long story short, I left St. Louis and went home, spending the next few weeks wondering if I'd made the right decision. I talked with Aunt Jane over the phone several times, and when the day came for me to get on a plane and go back to Aunt Jane's house, I was a total bundle of nerves, second guessing my decision on an hourly basis. Of course, Aunt Jane put all my fears to rest once she picked me up at the airport, took me to her house and sat me down to talk to me.



We spent our time having the most pleasurable sex I'd ever had in my life, shopping, and getting ready for Daddy to arrive. When the big day finally came, both of us woke up early that morning. We'd spent most of the previous night making love, giving each other several strong, earth shattering orgasms. Over the previous two days, I was getting the knack of how to use the strap-on, which was harder than I thought it would be. The simple act of thrusting your hips back and forth for ten minutes at a time was a completely foreign skill to me, and it took some doing to learn how to do it smoothly for long periods of time without getting tired.



As it got to be close to 8:00 AM, we were doing last minute things. Daddy called from his cell phone to tell Aunt Jane he was making good time and would probably be a few minutes early. She asked him to call her when he was thirty minutes away, and when she hung up, she told me she could hear the excitement in his voice.



We got into the shower around 8:30 and by the time Daddy called to say he was thirty minutes away, we'd already dried our hair and were ready to slip into the bras and panties we were going to wear for his arrival.



We went over the plan again and when she said we better go downstairs because he'd be there any minute, the butterflies started in my stomach. "It'll be fine." She said, reassuring me as she pulled me down the stairs. "If you're not sure about something, just let me jump in. The first ten minutes will be the hardest." She reminded me. "But, be firm and take control. Be gentle and loving, too, but firm. Remember, we're not giving him a choice."



We were standing in the kitchen, waiting for him, when she reached up to straighten one of my bra straps. "You're so cute, Emma." Aunt Jane sighed as she fingered my nipples through the mesh bra I was wearing. "That bra is so sheer..... he might just cum in his pants when he sees you. I can literally count the little bumps around your nipples."