My life is severely fucked up..When I was nine years old, my mother died. My dad and I were pretty torn up about it. I guess at some point my dad got lonely. Only two years after my mom had passed, he started having a new woman every teo weks or so. In the beginning, it just pissed me off and we got into a big argument. I told him if he was lonely then he could get a female dog and that it would give him at least one decent bitch in his bed. He just told me to watch my language and stay in a child's place. I told him that he should've done the same thing two years ago and told his dick to stay in his pants. I left without another word to him. Many more of our conversations went like this. It got to the point that I stopped calling him dad. I called him by his name, Matt or Matthew. I was one pissed off 11-year-old.
Well, I guess Matthew took my advice somewhat. After a while, he found a regular. Her name was Jamie. I could kind of sense that Matthew feared that I wouldn't like her. It was more like I HATED her with every fiber of my being. Hell, I hated any woman that wasn't my mom. I made it my job to make their lives hell, especially Jamie's. Every day, she would come overto our house, fuck my dad, then leave every night. Each night, she would leave with a little "present" from me. My "presents" consisted of ants, hissing cockroaches, various slimes, and any other disgusting or repulsive thing I could find. Sure enough, she'd come back every day and glare at me as if I were satan in the flesh. After a while, my mischeivious behavior subsided, but my hate for Jamie and Matthew never did. And I don't know what wacko put the idea in my Matthew's head, but now, five years later, he and Jamie are married. I try to get along with her, but I just can't let myself do it. She was so perfect for my dad, even more perfect for him than my mom, it seemed. That just made me furious.
My father was always a sucker for larger women. Even my mother was slightly thicker than most women. Jamie was no exception; she was 5'4" and 235 pounds. She was not at all ugly; I could admit that much. She had light, caramel colored skin, deep chocolate brown eyes that seemed to brighten in sunlight, shoulder-length reddish brown hair, 44D breasts, and an ass that seemed to bounce and sway with her walk. To rebel against my father, I had become Bisexual in the past, and being bisexual, I could totally understand why Matthew fucked her every chance he got. I just couldn't get past the hate long enough to like her.
I am now sixteen years old. I'm not the same angry little girl I was. I had forgiven my dad and we talked everything out. I called him dad again and he decided to take my feelings into consideration more often. I even warmed up to Jamie a little bit. She was nice to me and I could see why my dad loved her so much. I got past the hate and became friends with her. We spent a lot of time together and I realized that she was the closest thing I've had to mom since I was nine years old. It warmed my heart. After a few months tho, things started to get more intense than friendship with Jamie and my dad.
On one particular day, I was staring at my body in the mirror. I was built like Jamie in some ways. I had my dad's complection, but my skin, like Jamie's, was flawless. My breasts were well developed. They were a surprising 38C. I had a slim waist, though my ass was round, perky, and very big. I was only 5'2" but I had the body of an adult, and I was very proud of that. The only thing that was better than that was whenever I wore outfits that showed off my curves, I would find my dad staring at me like he was a lion and I was an extremely rare steak. It should have freaked me out but it turned me on. My dad was maybe 5'10" or 5'11". He was also a little bigger than most men. He had brown hair, brown eyes, and slight facial hair. He was very handsome. I was not a virgin and whenever he was sitting down or standing against something, I just wanted to jump on him and do whatever it took to get him to fuck me, even if he is my dad. I honestly didn't care.
One night, I got up to use the bathroom. I wear a large tshirt to bed. I don't wear panties or a bra to bed; I find them to be too constricting. I walked in front of my dad's door and stopped dead. Had I just heard Jamie say my dad's name? As if on cue, I heard a low, "Oh, Matt", coming from my dad's room. The door was slightly open so I peeked in. I had to cover my mouth with my hands to keep from gasping. Jamie was lying on her back, with her lags spread wide. Her hands were massaging her gorgeous breasts and piching her quarter sized nipples. Her face held a look of pure ecstasy. But what really caught my attention was my dad. I could not see his face because it was buried in Jamie's pussy. My pussy began to grow moist as he buried his face even deeper into Jamie's sopping cunt. I could not resist the urge to rub my clit and and I had to bite my bottom lip to keep from moaning.
I never once took my eyes off the scene in front of me. Just then, Jamie opened her eyes and looked directly at me! I pulled my hand away and started to move but Jamie moved first. She held her hand up and shot me a smile. She motioned for me to come closer. I inched into the room. Jamie winked at me and lifted dad's head. She pushed him onto his back and began riding my dad.
As she slid onto my father's cock, she never took her eyes off me. My ahnd went back to my clit and I even slid two fingers into my pussy. She moved slowly at first then increased her pace. I sped up my movements to match hers. Her loud moans were almost mesmerizing. Suddenly, my dad lifted his her.I paused my hand and braced myself in case I had to run. Thankfully, he just put Jamie on all fours and pushed into her pussy with insredible force. He began pounding his cock into her. My hand continued massaging my pussy and I shoved in two more fingers.
I matched my father's rhythm and wished that it was me he was fucking. "I'm going to cum, Jamie", I heard my dad say. "Cum for me, Matt. I want your cum deep inside my pussy!" Jamie was writhing from the force of how hard she was being fucked. Her words were all it took to send me and my dad over the edge. With one last pump of my dad's cock, I heard him moan his release. At the same moment, I felt my pussy clamp down on my fingers and I bit my lip hard to stay quiet.
My dad collapsed on top of Jamie. She then leaned up and motioned for me to go. I nodded and walked to my room, shutting the door behind me. I went to my room, replaying the events I had just seen. I lay in me bed and masterbated as I thought of everything. I came twice before I got tired and drifted off to sleep.
If you want to see what happens to Kristen, Matthew, and Jamie, then tune in to the next part. Leave comments and let me know what you think!!! Thanks everybody!!
