DISCLAIMER:
This story is intended exclusively for open-minded adults. If you're under 18, you'd be better served exercising your own imagination rather than being corrupted by mine. This story is purely a work of fiction, and the actions described herein are not condoned, encouraged or even considered morally acceptable by the author. This story may be reposted as long as it is unaltered and unedited (including this disclaimer), and as long as credit is given to the author.
The next few nights were similar. We'd fantasize together about various ways to violate Ashley, or I'd tell him about what it was like growing up sleeping with my dad. During the fantasizing/reminiscing we'd fuck like animals. After a few day of getting extremely comfortable with allowing her to be a fantasy partner (if not yet a real one), we took the brave step of continuing to talk about it after we'd finished making love. Previously, it was only before and during sex that the subject would be brought up. Afterwards, we couldn't make the excuse of pent-up horniness, but since it was foremost in our brains, we'd fall right asleep. Neither of us liked this, though, and within a week, we were openly discussing it, even after a good cool-down period. Sure, it often just led to more fucking, but still this was something we were talking about actively, almost seriously.
One night, a couple weeks later, we were at a birthday party at a friend's house. I was horny, drunk and a bit high on some poorly cut cocaine a scuzzy cousin of the guest of honor brought. But hey, at least it was mostly free (I showed him my tits). Anyhow, I gulped down my apple martini and decided to play one of my favorite games: Get-my-man-so-horny-in-a-public-place-that-he-takes-me-home-and-fucks-the-shit-out-of-me. It's a fun game, you should try it some time. I turned to Steve and leaned in to kiss him, then whispered into his ear. "Ashley is sleeping over at Kelly's house tonight. The house is empty, you know what that means?"
"We have the house to ourselves, we can make as much noise as we want," he whispered back. "We can watch porn on the living room."
"It's even better than that..." I said, and gnawed on his neck, "... it means Ashley's room is empty. Her bed is empty. You can take off my clothes and we can fuck in her room. We can fuck each other right on her bed."
"Oh, shit, that sounds hot," he said and his pants were already beginning to tent.
"It gets better. I can take a pair of her panties and put them on. Just imagine how hot my pussy will look with Ashley's tiny panties stretched across them. You'll be able to see the way they squeeze my cunt so tight. You can tear them off me and stick your hard cock into me. You can fuck me, right there on her bed. I'll call you 'daddy' and you call me 'Ashley' and we'll pretend you're fucking her. And tomorrow night, she'll be sleeping in the bed you fucked me on... Come on, daddy, take me home and fuck me. Please, daddy? I'll suck your cock and get it nice and hard for you. Please?!!"
"OK"
"OK, what?"
"OK, Ashley, let me take you home. Daddy wants to fuck his little girl, Ashley" he said.
He got up, took my hand and led me out as quickly as he could. During the car ride home, I pulled up my skirt and stuck my hand down my thong and lewdly played with myself. I think a trucker saw me rubbing my cunt. I turned on the cabin light to make sure he got a good look. He honked his horn and laughed. I licked my pussy soaked fingers one by one. He nearly drove off the road.
When we got home, we went straight for Ashley's bedroom. I started dropping clothes the moment I walked in from the garage, so all I was wearing were my high heels, my bra and my wedding ring by the time I opened up her underwear drawer. I picked out a pair I didn't think she'd miss and could barely get them on. My thighs nearly ripped the legholes and the back left half of my ass exposed. The elastic dug into my skin. My pussy was one mean cameltoe. The plan sounded better on paper than it did in practice, but they were her panties and my wet cunt was soaking them through.
"Daddy, help me take these off, they're too tight!" I said to Steve. He was wearing just the tight mini boxer-briefs I make him wear. He thinks they make him look gay. He's right, but his package looks soooo good in them, especially when they're struggling to contain an angry hard-on.
I sat on the bed and spread my legs wide for him. I heard a rip come from the panties. Steve slipped out of his shorts and I watched his big thick steel cock bounce up and down with his pulse. A drop of his juice fell onto her carpet. He stepped between my legs. I caught the next dribble of pre-cum on my tongue. He reached down rubbed my cunt through the panties. Then he grabbed the crotch of them and pulled hard. I fell backwards onto the bed. I heard the panties begin to tear and an instant later they snapped, stinging me flesh like a loving spanking and then I was naked. My shaved pussy glistened.
"I don't think my little girl needs to wear panties anymore," he said.
"Why daddy?"
"Because it's easier for me to fuck you this way, Ashley. Daddy likes knowing your pussy is ready for me!"
"Are you gonna fuck me now, daddy?" I asked, looking him right in the eyes.
"No, dear. First you gotta suck my cock. Suck daddy's cock, and then daddy can fuck you."
"Will you fuck my ass tonight, too, daddy? You promised you would soon!"
"Yeah, I think you're ready to get a good butt-fucking, little princess," he said.
Hearing him use his fatherly pet name for our daughter drove me absolutely insane. I opened my mouth wide and hungrily started sucking his cock. It's a real beauty of a cock, too: It gets super hard with a slight upward bend that finds my g-spot every time.
Oh, he fucked me good that night! He fucked me hard while I was laying underneath him clutching one of Ashley's stuffed animals. He rammed his cock into me doggy style while I moaned into her pillow. A few minutes later, I was biting that pillow as he stuffed that cock into my ass. When he was ready to cum, I told him to shoot it onto her sheets. His hot semen splashed onto her bed, pooling in a spot already soaked with my pussy juice. When he finished shooting, I found myself rubbing my chest into the big cum spots, getting his jizz all over my nipples. I pushed one breast up to my mouth and licked his cum off of it. I fed him my other tit, watched him swallow his own semen as he sucked on my nipple.
I stole another pair of her panties, this time from her hamper. Little pink panties with hearts on them. They were worn recently and when I held them to my nose and inhaled, the scent of her little soft cunt gave me a rush like they were imported German poppers. I handed them to him and let him do the same.
He pushed my back onto the bed, dove down and licked my pussy so well I came twice in a row. I wiped the panties over my wet snatch, soaking up as much juice as I could. Then I wrapped the panties around his dick and stroked it back to life. His cock was hard again and he put it to good use fucking me again. He called me Ashley some more. I screamed and clawed his back. "Fuck me harder, daddy! Fuck your little baby girl as hard as you can." I begged. He obliged. He slammed my cunt. I came so hard my vision clouded.
He unloaded his cock deep inside my pussy. He moaned "Ashley" over and over again as he came. He collapsed onto me. I squeezed him and told him I loved him. He squeezed me back and told me he loved me too. I mopped his brow with her panties. Then I squeezed his cum out of my pussy and into the crotch of them before draping them over his softening prick to catch the last bits of love juice it had to offer.
Sweaty, smelly and spent, we fell asleep in her tiny bed. We woke up with the sun, and scrambled to clean up a bit. I washed her sheets and her dirty clothes (including those very dirty panties) while Steve was on hair dryer duty trying to get her mattress free of my wet spot before she returned home. When I put her clothes away, I made sure to put the blue panties in the top of her underwear drawer so she'd choose them first. The torn panties I decided to hide in a sex-toy filled box underneath our bed.
That night, at dinner, she asked why her room smelled funny. I told her it was the glass of apple juice she left on her desk for a week. A few hours later, Steve and I made love furiously, getting off on the knowledge that a few feet away, Ashley was sleeping soundly in the bed we so thoroughly defiled, and the next morning would be wearing underwear we soaked with our love for her.