As we walked back to our apartment, I felt a heightened sense of arousal. My body trembled slightly, as though my sex drive was fully engaged on a hair trigger, waiting to power forward. Hormones surged through my body, provoking lewd thoughts about my step-dad and me, and somewhere deep inside my psyche, a tiny voice begged to be fucked over and over.

I’d just had my pussy licked by an experienced lover and beautiful woman who was already, or might be, or was about to be, my mother’s lover.

Then I wanked off my step-father in the milking parlor.

It was Saturday which was a free practice day where girls dictated the pace and activities of each couples romantic and sex lives. I wanted to fuck my step-dad all day long and was only just getting started. I didn’t know whether Keith noticed any sexual tension in my expression or through trembling fingers crushing his hand, but his sidelong glances suggested he knew something was awry.

“I want you to fuck me in our bed please, Keith.”

“Are you okay, Hannah?”

“Let’s get inside the apartment and discuss this. I’m frightened that things are becoming too wild.”

“It’s been a hectic week with hectic changes. I’m hardly surprised.”

I hadn’t got fully through the apartment door before turning around and leaping into dad’s arms, wrapping my legs tightly around his waist. He returned my kiss, gripping both ass cheeks with clawing fingers, gently removing my ponytail and buttplug while making sure our lips and tongues never stopped tantalizing each other.

“I need to reconnect with you, Keith.”

“Why are you so desperate honey?”

“I feel off balance. You mentioned about being my safe place. I need that security right now. Please reclaim me, dad.”

My step-dad eased the plaid, pleated school skirt and my panties off before lowering me gently to the floor. I helped him remove my school uniform blouse and bra, then sucked and bit his solid nipples while he undressed quickly.

Keith cradled me in his arms to our bed, laying me gently on top of our duvet before spreading my legs wide open. I was impressed that only twenty minutes after I’d milked his semen in the parlor, my fiancee’s cock was rock hard again. When he leaned down and kissed me, I felt safe. When his cock slid inside my pussy, I ascended and all confidence in myself and us returned.

He made love to me gently, stroking my body, rolling us over with his cock still buried deep inside me. I gripped his ass when dad lay on top, wrapping my legs tightly around his waist, spurring my heels into his back to fuck me harder.

When he rolled and pushed me upwards, kneading my breasts before tweaking both electrified nipples hard, I sat upright and brought my feet into play, planting one either side of his waist. I used powerful quadriceps to slide my pussy up and down his cock while grinding a fat juicy clitoris into his pubic bush on the bottom of my downward stroke.

When I orgasmed, daddy did too and the last drops of anxiety bled out as his semen decanted inside me, warming my reproductive organs. I rolled over again to be underneath so he could press his cock inside my cunt, like a cum plug, helping my tight hole retain his seed.

“Would you mind telling me what’s wrong please, Hannah?”

“I was scared, dad.”

“Why?”

“I got carried away with Trixy and mom.”

“About wanting to fuck me and them together?”

“Yeah. It feels like I’m losing control.”

“Sexual relationships can be like that baby. What did you feel for Trixy when she went down on you?”

“I felt a massive taboo intoxication inside me take control. It was as though I were a slut that Trixy licked and sucked while you cradled me.”

Dad stared at me, nodding and smiling as though it really wasn’t a big deal.

“That’s pretty much what happened, Hannah.”

“Yeah, but it felt unreal and decadent. I was consumed by the situation.”

“Did you catch any feelings?”

“None at all.”

“Do you have romantic sentiments for anyone except me?”

“Nope. I love mom although there is a great deal of anger lingering sultangazi escort in me from years of our bickering.”

I rolled on top of my step-dad, not caring that his semen leaked out from my pussy hole, soaking his groin and thighs in a sticky mess. We needed to talk right now and a brief shower afterwards would easily clean everything up anyhow.

“You’re eighteen, Hannah. That’s very young for marriage. You would normally experiment with sex at this age.”

“Are you having second thoughts about us, dad?”

“None at all. I just want to compliment your growth, not constrain it.”

“Meaning, if I want to experiment sexually, you’ll support that?”

“One hundred percent, so long as we’re indulging in a loving marriage and any non-monogamy is consensual and ethical.”

“You mean we agree to everything we do sexually if others are invited to join us in bed?”

“Yes. I don’t want to lose you, Hannah.”

“I absolutely promise that won’t happen. I feel an overwhelming desire to watch you fuck Trixy for reasons I can’t explain.”

“Is there anything else you want honey?”

“You mean like fucking other guys?”

“Yeah.”

“No, I don’t. I feel a weird connection with Trixy and want to share and enjoy that with you.”

“And your mom?”

“That’s pure fantasy. I don’t want to touch her. There is part of me that was stirred up by the rituals here. I just fucking love the tawdry nature of these ceremonies, the whole submission thing, and how that hits my kink square on. Wouldn’t you like a mother/daughter fuck?”

“Honestly, not really. Me and your mom were never supercharged in bed.”

“What if she were competing with me to impress you?”

“Maybe. That might work, actually.”

“I think we should tick it off the taboo list or at least consider that. Maybe use it as a handover session.”

He nodded but didn’t seem overly enthused. I decided to tease the opportunity along but not press my fiancee into something he didn’t want to do.

“Is there anything on your mind dad?”

“Yeah. What about returning here for your career after college?”

“I’d like that, but only if it suits our marriage and where we are in life once college is finished.”

“I think we can fit it all in sweetheart.”

“I don’t want any other cock aside from yours dad. A two or more girl session with you is fine, but I won’t go further than that.”

“Okay honey, that’s up to you.”

I felt sure of what I’d said, but then, when I woke up this morning, I was certain that a woman’s tongue would never split my pussy lips apart. As I lazed under warm monsoon rain, sliding my soapy body against my fiancee’s, kissing his arms, back, cheeks and lips while he washed me, I thought of my sexuality and the monumental changes I’d enjoyed in a few short days.

I reached up through the heat, steam and pelting water, pressing my hands on Keith’s cheeks, eyeballing him.

“I only want you, dad. Anyone else we invite into our bed must be fun for both of us. That much I’m absolutely certain of.”

“I know Hannah. We should probably take a break after this month is through. Perhaps the Caribbean would suit us for a few weeks.”

“I’d love that, but you’ve spent so much money lately, I feel guilty.”

“You’ve never asked how rich we are, baby.”

“It’s not my money and none of my business.”

“Hannah, if we’re having children and planning to work together, it’s every bit your business. We’re currently worth around seven million dollars in cash and investments with my company valued at another fifteen million.”

“Fucking hell!”

“I have to provide for your mom and fully intend doing right by her although my company and most of that fortune was in place before we married and we have a fidelity clause in our pre-nup agreement.”

“And of course mom’s smashed that with Steve?”

“Yeah, but the grandmother of our kids won’t ever have to work again, we’ll make sure of that.”

“Thanks dad.”

I felt Keith’s money and wealth should belong entirely to him. My future suluova escort career and lifestyle must be forged independently. I understood we wouldn’t struggle financially, but equally, I couldn’t treat my future husband as a meal ticket.

My career focus would be on succeeding Trixy as headmistress at Fanbury Hall. A non judgemental environment and the free love lifestyle of this school would work for me and Keith. Our accommodations on campus were excellent and I knew a baby blue Bentley Continental GT convertible garaged near the headmistress’s quarters was less than a year old. Trixy was well paid.

“I’d like to go out for a walk, dad.”

“Let’s do it.”

I had an agenda, and took dad by the hand, leading him towards the forest that I’d ran through. The clearing was empty this time and Trixy’s fuck platform in the middle glistened in the sun.

“Is this where Trixy was gang banged?”

“Yes. I wanted to see how clean the altar is. When the bulls came inside her, their semen just dribbled out of her pussy hole and down the stone end slab into grass.”

“It looks like someone cleans it after use.”

“Definitely.”

I circled the stone altar that was perfectly hewn from a single slab. It was pristine clean.

“Mom will be fine being fucked here tomorrow.”

“Is that why we came here?”

“It wasn’t the only reason, but yeah, I wanted to make sure she’d be okay.”

“Would you like to watch the show tomorrow?”

“You mean watch my mother being gang fucked?”

“She’s also my wife. I’d quite like to watch Cindy being reamed by half a dozen guys.”

“Yeah but. Umm… I’m not sure. I really enjoyed watching Trixy but never felt like joining in. It was just great entertainment, and a bit like watching porn.”

“We could bring popcorn tomorrow and treat it the same way.”

I couldn’t stop laughing but images flashing before my eyes of mom being willingly defiled by big cocked bulls took me to a place I wasn’t sure either of us were ready to visit.

“Maybe. I love the freedom of being able to fuck outdoors without fear, dad.”

“I feel the same about the milking parlor. It grips me, and I love being wanked off in front of other people.”

“You know they have something like that for the girls too, right? It’s called the queening room.”

“How come you know so much about Fanbury, Hannah?”

“I’m going to be the headmistress here one day, dad. I’m a quick study.”

“And I’m going to be your live-in house husband.”

He lifted me gently onto the altar, gazing deep into my eyes. I was knocked slightly off balance by his comment and wondered how to address it. Dad slid my knees apart, exposing my no knicker shame. I giggled and held his head while he devoured my pussy using two eyes and a couple of flared nostrils.

“Daddy, before you eat, please tell me what you meant by house husband.”

“We have an age gap, sweetheart. That means certain opportunities exist for our marriage to be different. I can stay at home and run my business through a CEO and professional board of directors, leaving me with time to take care of family.”

“You mean our kids?”

“Yeah, and you. Also, if you want a different challenge to working here at Fanbury, the company will always be available for you to take over.”

“Okay.”

“May I dine now, please?”

“Of course, daddy.”

He slid both hands behind my knees and lifted them gently, splaying them wider while I slapped my palms onto the stone slab behind me, steadying his lunch.

“I want to remain seated to enjoy the peace and views around this clearing.”

“I have great access to my lunch, don’t worry.”

When he licked my labia, it tickled because Keith was a gentle lover, but even more so now. Our lovemaking was becoming less desperate, and that felt good. I tossed my long blonde hair high, enjoying the sun on my face and dad’s tongue circling around my sphincter. I enjoyed a good rimming and vowed to return that compliment to Keith soon. He prised my anal whorl wide open, slipping a pointy, wet tongue sungurlu escort inside my rectum.

I slid a hand down into my crotch, dragging the slimy pearl at the top end of my slit around in circles, enjoying the double play of two holes being attended to simultaneously. A flicker of movement in the woods caught my attention and I glanced over, seeing a fellow pupil and her step-dad standing just inside the line of trees.

She waved, so I returned the greeting politely, never missing a beat on my clitoris while dad delightfully licked the soft tissue walls and nerve cluster inside my back passage. The girl, Amanda, I think her name was, kneeled down on the forest floor and removed her dad’s cock while he watched mine licking a very drenched cunt. I beckoned them over.

“We have guests dad.”

“No problem.”

“Hi, it’s Amanda, right?”

“Yes. I hope you don’t mind Hannah but we saw your dad praying at the altar between your legs and wanted to watch. Then my dad got hard and… well, one thing led to another.”

“You’re welcome to watch and feel free to suck your dad’s cock. Come closer, so he gets a great view while you fellate.”

Her dad smiled, a little embarrassed, but that soon dissolved when his step-daughter sunk to her knees, peeled back his foreskin, then sucked his cock like a whore. She had practiced a lot, and that was probably why the couple still had a red ponytail. As he fucked his daughters face, gripping her ears and pulling while slamming his hips forward, the step-dad felt an explanation was in order.

“We come to Fanbury for two weeks a year to fuck each other senseless. Her mom knows nothing about it and we keep our hands off each other for the rest of the year.”

“That explains why she’s trying to suck a golf ball through your cock.”

“Yeah, Amanda’s excellent at blowjobs, much better than her mom, but you and Keith are the talk of the whole school. Everyone is so impressed by your dynamic.”

It felt surreal when dad slid his tongue along my creamy, puffy bun, licking and plowing like a cunnilingus robot. My pussy was dripping with nectar, and he slurped his way around tight folds of skin and my pouting labia, swallowing frequently. I nodded at Amanda’s dad before closing my eyes, a polite signal that I was pre-occupied and not interested in conversation. I had no interest watching them but didn’t mind an audience of my own.

I leaned a little further back, forced my hips and pussy forward and took on the full hurricane force of dad’s tongue thrashing my love bean, while his lips clamped tightly around and he sucked hard.

I orgasmed in a delightful cloud of hedonism as my head tingled, body shuddered, and the sun’s rays warmed me. Keith looked magnificent with his head powering away between my legs, timing his technique to the rise and fall of my orgasm, flicking and sucking while I gripped his hair, grinding my pussy into his face.

I’d forgotten our audience, reminded only by the manic grunts of a step-father decanting his seed into a loving daughter’s mouth. While she cleaned his cock, I slid off the altar, waved nonchalantly at the couple and walked away hand in hand with my dad.

“Do you think we’re having too much sex, Keith?”

“Not at all. First, you’re eighteen, so this amount of sex is absolutely normal and fucking great for me.”

I laughed, slapping his ass playfully before running away so he could give chase. When my dad caught and tackled me to the ground, he crawled on top, spread my legs wide and kissed me on the lips. The long grass tickled my neck, so I wrapped my legs around his waist, gripped hard and rolled us over so I could envelop my lover in the long blonde hair he had always loved.

“Do you remember brushing my hair at night before reading to me?”

“I got very good at it.”

“Yeah, you did. Would you like to do that tonight after I wash and condition?”

“I’d love to Hannah.”

“What was the other thing you were going to say? You said first, and then I spanked your ass.”

“Oh yeah. Well, second… making love, sharing intimate moments, talking like we are now, it all hard wires us to each other, building a foundation for our love and lives together.”

“Wow, you’re so wise dad.”

“And third, Hannah.”

“Yes?”

“I love you with all of my heart and could easily make love to you all day.”

“Well, daddy… you may have to prove that to me sometime.”