Blacked and Betrayed – Chap 2 by rat_race

Blacked and Betrayed – Chap 2 by rat_race

“Sally, would you please just shut up and play with your clit, like a good little girl?”

“Sure, Daddy. Whatever you want,” Sally replied in her little-girl voice, and then began masturbating herself in front of Henry and me.

“Henry, I know you’re gay, but would $1,000 cash be enough to make you change your mind about not having sex with my wife?” I asked, handing him over the cash, already assuming what his answer would be.

“I’d love to take you up on your offer, Mr. Camden, except for one thing. I think your wife is beautiful and all, but she doesn’t do anything for me in a sexual way. I’m not even hard right now. See?” Henry said, pulling his still-flaccid dick out of the front of his underwear, as proof. “And I’ve been looking right at your wife’s pussy, just like you have. But the difference is you’ve got a hard-on,” he said, gesturing towards the obvious bulge at the front of my lap.

“So then what you’re saying is that you want me to show you my hard-on first, so that you can get sexually excited?”

“Yes, precisely. But I don’t just want you to show it to me. I need you to let me touch it, and hold it, and play with it, and maybe even rub my own dick up against it. That’s the only way I can guarantee you that I’ll get a hard-on, so that I can fuck your wife, like you’re wanting me to.”

“Okay, you’ve got a deal,” I said to Henry.

“Yes, sir,” Henry said, shaking hands with me first, and then putting the $1,000 cash into his own wallet, and taking his pants and underwear all the way off to display his naked body.”

I unbuttoned the top of my pants, and pulled down my zipper, to let my pants fall down to the floor. And then, after stepping out of the leg-holes of the pants, I pulled my underwear all the way down, and took them off, before eventually sitting down in the chair, located at the side of the bed.

Henry followed me across the room and knelt down in front of me, so that he could begin touching and feeling my bare erect dick and my balls.

After a few minutes I asked Henry, “Is this what you needed?”

“Yes, sir,” he replied, standing up just long enough to show me that his penis was indeed well on its way to becoming fully-erect, before he knelt back down in front of me, and continued his skillful manipulations of my penis.

In fact, I couldn’t believe how good it felt to me, while Henry was fondling my penis. Sally had always handled my dick in such an awkward manner. But Henry knew exactly what to do to my penis, and how to handle it in just the right ways, in order to quickly get me really turned-on.

“Would you like to touch my dick?” Henry asked, standing up to place his now-fully-erect penis right in my face.

“Sure. If that’s what you need me to do,” I said hesitantly.

“I do,” Henry admitted to me. “Besides, I can tell that’s what you want to do, too.”

And Henry was absolutely right about that.

I reached across and placed my hands on Henry’s bare, black penis for the first time that night. His erect penis was not one of those gigantic black penises that we’ve all seen in the porn videos and photos. But it was a fairly large penis nevertheless. And especially so, when one considers Henry’s smaller body size. His erect dick was about 8 1/2 inches long, and about twice as big around as mine. Let’s just say I was envious.

And by the way, just for the record, Henry’s balls were quite large too, compared to mine.

I was slowly and methodically hand-pumping Henry’s foreskin up and down his long shaft, when I finally looked back over at Sally.

She was lying on the bed, on her back, with her legs spread far apart, and with one hand firmly planted in her pussy crack, and the other gently squeezing one of her small “AA”-cup size breasts, while she was staring at the large “package” between Henry’s legs.

“Better take a good look right now, Sally, ‘cuz this is the black penis that’s gonna be buried deep inside your womb in a little while, and possibly giving you a brand new mulatto baby to take care off.”

“Damn it, Carl! Henry’s gay. Don’t tease me like that,” Sally begged in her normal voice, completely dropping her little-girl façade.

“Oh, so you don’t think that Henry’s actually gonna fuck you? I’ll bet you $100 that you’re wrong.”

“You’re on,” Sally said.

“Okay.”

And then I did something that I never thought that I would do in a million years. I stuck Henry’s dick-head in my mouth, and started sucking on it, while I was still jacking up and down on his dick-shaft. I also tongued his piss-hole slit, and licked the underside of his shaft from time to time.

I could tell that Henry was getting really excited by my blowjob. And that’s when I abruptly pulled my mouth up off of his dick, and told him in a very quiet and calm voice, “Now I want you to honor our agreement. I want you to get on top of that bed right now, and fuck my God damn slut of a wife. And I want you to ‘do it’ in a missionary position. And when you get ready to cum, I want you to ejaculate deep inside her pussy, right up next to her cervix. Can you do all that for me, Henry?”

“Yes, Sir. I’ll be more than happy to,” Henry said. “But would it be okay with you if I taste her pussy first? I’ve never had sex with a white woman before. Heck, I’ve never had sex with any woman before.”

“Sure, Henry. Go right ahead and eat her nasty little pussy, if that’s what you really wanna do. But I gotta warn ya, it’s kind of got a fishy smell to it. And it really doesn’t taste that good either. Especially once she’s started cumming hard.”

“Damn it, Carl, why are you doin’ this to me?” Sally spewed out, with maximum vitriol.

“Hey, don’t blame me. You did this to yourself, Bitch!” I yelled right back at her. “You made your own bed. Now lie in it! In fact, I want you to beg Henry to eat your pussy. If fact, why don’t you do it in your little-girl voice?”

“Henry, please don’t do this? You could walk away right now, and no harm has been done,” Sally pleaded with Henry.

“Go ahead, Henry. What are you waitin’ for. I’m tellin’ you, she’s all yours right now,” I egged Henry on.

“Henry, I’m begging you,” Sally pleaded, “please don’t do this to me? I don’t wanna have sex with you right now.”

“Well, Ma’am,” Henry replied, “you sure have a funny way of showing it. From the looks of things, I’d say that you can’t wait to have my tongue in your pussy. Let’s see if I’m right…”

And with that, Henry moved over to the foot of the bed, and maneuvered his upper body over the top of the bed, between Sally’s spread legs. He stuck his head down into Sally’s crotch. And then he began licking, sucking, and tonguing her shaved pussy.

I was still sitting in the chair by the side of the bed, watching Henry go at it, as I continued fondling my penis just enough to keep from losing my erection, but not enough so that I would unintentionally cause myself to reach the “point of no return”, and start orgasming. I was actively trying to time that inevitable event to hopefully happen at the same time as Henry was filling up my wife’s vagina with his sperm. At least, that was my plan.

Meanwhile, Henry just kept lapping away at Sally’s pussy lips and her clitoris, like a thirsty dog at a bowl of water.

And I could tell that Henry was actually making her orgasm. Because every so often, Sally would grab Henry’s head between both hands, and push his face down into her pussy, while she road his head like a bucking bronco, and cried out stuff like, “Oh yeah!…That’s it…Eat me…Oh fuck yeah!…Lick my clit…Ooooh, that’s it, Baby!”

When Henry finally pulled his face up out of Sally’s super-wet pussy crack, he had her pussy-juices all over his nose, mouth and cheeks. And he looked so funny that it almost made me laugh out loud.

But when I looked down between Henry’s legs, and saw that he had lost some of his erection–so that his penis was now only about halfway erect–I started to get really worried.

“Hey, Henry, why don’t you come back over here, and rub that sexy dick of yours against mine for a little while. Just ’til you get your erection back, okay? What do ya say?”

I stood up from the chair, and walked over to where Henry was, at the foot of the bed. And while standing face-to-face, Henry and I began playfully “sword fighting” with our dicks, and jacking ourselves off in front of each other, with the very tips of our two dick-heads pressed together.

Sally was watching us, and fingering herself, as Henry’s dick quickly recovered, and became fully-erect once again.

“Okay. That’s great! You’re all ready to go again,” I told Henry. “So go get her, man. And if you start having any trouble keeping your erection, just close your eyes and fantasize that you’re fucking me in the ass. ‘Cuz in a way, a girl’s pussy really is kind of like a miniature ass. I mean, it’s got two cheeks, and a crack, and a hole, doesn’t it?”

Henry and I laughed at my joke, but Sally didn’t.

I could tell from the serious, no-nonsense look on her face, that she had finally “crossed the line.” I had seen it many times before in our own bedroom. I knew that Sally was feeling so horny and sexually excited, with so many orgasms under her belt, that all she wanted at that moment was a stiff dick in her fuck-hole, and some fresh sperm all over her cervix. And Sally wouldn’t give a shit at this point, if that “dick” and that “sperm” just happened to belong to a black dude, instead of a white guy, or a Hispanic guy.

Henry crawled up on top of the foot of the bed, kneeling between Sally’s spread legs, with her staring at his dark-skinned dick the whole time.

She reached down, grabbed hold of his shaft, and began rubbing the head of his dick up and down along the sopping-wet crack of her own pussy.

Then, after a few moments, she stuck the head of Henry’s dick up into her own vaginal entrance, reached around to grab his butt-cheeks, one in each hand, and pulled Henry’s hips towards hers, to get his dick to slide up deep inside her vagina.

Sally let out a long “ahhhhh” sound, while she was doing that. And I almost spontaneously shot my wad, while I was witnessing my wife actively mounting this black man’s dick, and aggressively pulling it deep inside her own vagina, and then intentionally adjusting her hips underneath Henry’s–while at the same time, tilting her pelvis at just the right angle–so that the head of his penis would finally come to rest right up against her own firm cervix, and then be held there for just a few fleeting moments, before any thrusting began to take place.

I knew exactly what Sally was doing to Henry’s dick, because she had done the same thing to my dick, many times in the past. She even had a special name for it. She called it her “cervical kiss”. But after witnessing Sally performing her unique cervix-repositioning pelvic gyrations (her “cervical kiss”) on another man’s dick, I finally understood why so many married guys out there are into cuckolding.

I was still standing at the foot of the bed, which meant that I had a front row seat to all this. I could plainly see Sally’s and Henry’s coupled-up sex organs in action, while I got back down to the serious business of jacking myself off.

“I thought you didn’t want to fuck a black guy tonight,” I commented to Sally.

“I didn’t. But you made me do it, you son of a bitch! You got me so horny that I can’t stop myself right now, even if I wanted to–which I don’t. But I still think it’s nasty and disgusting. And I feel like such a fucking whore for doin’ it. So I might as well go ahead and act like one.”

“I hate to break the news to you, Sally,” I said to her, ‘but you’ve been acting like one all night.”

“Fuck you, Carl!” Sally spewed out venomously.

“It looks to me like you’re the one getting fucked right now–and in more ways than one,” I announced sarcastically.

“Oh yeah? ‘Well, just remember, I’m doin’ this for you, you fucking cuckold!” Sally shot back.

At this point Henry was slowly thrusting away at Sally’s vagina, easing his large dick all the way up the hilt on each inward thrust, and nearly pulling it out all the way on each outward thrust.

Sally turned to Henry and said, “Go ahead, Henry. Give me your sperm, Honey. Fuck me as hard as you want. I only ask that you do me one little favor. I want you to squirt all of your sperm deep inside my fertile pussy. Can you do that for me, Henry?”

Henry quickly nodded his head, humming out “uh-huh” in the process, as he continued to methodically speed up his vaginal thrusting.

“That’s good,” Sally commented to Henry. “We’re probably gonna make a mulatto baby together right now, you and I. But that’s okay. ‘Cuz it’s all my husband’s fault really. He’s the one that put you and me up to all this.”

Sally turned her attention towards me again and told me, “I hope you’re happy, you bastard! I hope you get your rocks off real good!”

“Oh, I will! Believe me. I hope you’re gettin’ your rocks off real good too–‘cuz I’ll never fuck you again, Sally! In fact, I’ll never even sleep in the same bed with you again, for that matter. Let’s face it. You’re just a dirty whore of a woman. That’s all you really are. You’ve shown me your true colors tonight. And so I’m gonna sit here and jack off like crazy, while I watch you lettin’ yourself get fucked and fertilized by a black man.

“And guess what? Henry’s not gonna fuck you just once tonight. No sir. He’s gonna keep on fucking you over and over again. All night long. ‘Til you just can’t stand it anymore. I’ll make sure of that. Believe me. Even if I have to suck his dick over and over again, to give him another hard-on. You have my word on that. And you know that I’m a man of my word.”

I don’t think that Sally was really listening to me at this point, because Henry was pounding away at her pussy at a furious pace, until he slammed it home, making one last final deep thrust.

I saw his butt-cheek muscles tighten up, and then the area behind his balls began to repeatedly pulsate rhythmically, and I knew that Henry was busy orgasming and squirting his whole wad of sperm deep inside of Sally’s vagina.

When Sally felt Henry’s dick pulsating deep inside her vagina, and unloading its super-dangerous payload right up against the neck of her fertile womb, she began screaming out uncontrollably, “Oh fuck yes! Give me your sperm, you beautiful black stud you. That’s it, Sweetie. Just like that. Oh God! Oh Shit! Yes! Yes! Ahhhhhhhh!”

While watching Sally get fertilized by Henry, I couldn’t hold back any longer, and I started cumming too. My sperm was squirting out all over the place, but I didn’t give a damn. I couldn’t stop staring at Henry’s and Sally’s coupled-up sex organs, as I was anxiously waiting for some of Henry’s just-ejaculated sperm to start seeping out around the base of his dick. And as it turned out, I didn’t have long to wait.

As soon as his orgasm subsided, Henry quickly pulled out of Sally’s pussy, and then stood up by the foot of the bed. I couldn’t help but stare at Henry’s blood-engorged dick. And I was literally entranced by the milk-white sperm that was still slowly oozing out of Henry’s piss-hole slit, and dripping down onto the motel room floor.

“How’d I do? Was that okay?” Henry asked me, seeking my approval.

“Oh heck yes, Henry. And I’m sure Sally thinks so too. Don’t you, Sally?”

Sally didn’t answer me.

Instead, she had her head lying back on the pillows and her eyes closed, as she was busy basking in her orgasmic afterglow. Meanwhile, Henry’s thick, white, freshly-ejaculated sperm was slowly and steadily oozing out of Sally’s now-gaping, totally-relaxed fuck-hole opening; and then dripping down her ass, to land on the bed sheets, between her spread thighs.

“Tell ya what, Henry. Why don’t you go over to Sally and tell her to suck your dick. I’m sure she’ll be happy to do so. And if she doesn’t get you hard again, just come back, and I’ll suck your dick again. Deal?”

“Yes, sir. I heard what you were telling Sally, about you wanting me to fuck her over and over again tonight. All I can say is that I’ll try my best, sir.”

“You’re a healthy young man. You should be able to last at least two or three more times tonight. I want you to take advantage of this unusual situation, Henry. I want you to do whatever you want to my wife. Go ahead and kiss her, or suck her little titties, or stick your finger up her butt-hole, or do whatever else you’ve ever dreamed of doing to a naked white woman. I don’t care. Tell ya what, why don’t you go ahead and fuck her doggie-style this next time? She really likes that.”

“Sure. I would love to fuck your wife doggie-style. But would it be okay with you if I fuck her in the ass, instead of the pussy? ‘Cuz that’s what would really turn me on tonight!”

“Sure. Whatever gets your rocks off, Kid. Hell, you can fuck me in the ass, if that’s what you really wanna do. I suppose I owe you that much, after everything that’s happened tonight.”

“No, sir. I’m the one who owes you,” Henry said, as he knelt down in front of me, grabbed hold of my shaft, and stuck the head of my dick into his mouth, so that he could lick and suck all the leftover sperm off of it.

While Henry was sucking my dick, Sally was staring at me, like I had lost my mind, or something–when all I had really lost was my innocence. And possibly my marriage.

With Henry sucking away at my dick-head, it didn’t take long at all, before I had another hard-on.

And that’s when the strangest thing happened. Sally told me in her high-pitched little-girl-sounding voice, “Daddy, please rub your peepee against mine. Just like you used to. I’ve been such a naughty girl tonight. But can you do that for me, Daddy? Can you tinkle in my peepee one last time? Pretty please? With sugar on top?”

And the next thing I knew, I found myself in a missionary position on top of my wife, humping away at her already-creampied “sloppy seconds” vagina, while she had her head turned to one side, and was happily sucking away on the head of Henry’s dick.

And when Sally sensed that I was just moments away from orgasming and ejaculating my own sperm deep inside her vagina, right up next to her cervix (we had been married for so long that she could automatically sense that kind of thing), she stopped sucking Henry’s dick just long enough to scream out at me in her normal voice, “Get off me, you son of a bitch! Go jack off in your chair, you fucking cuckold! I want Henry’s sperm inside my womb! Not yours!”

“Oh yeah? Well fuck you, Bitch! You’re gettin’ my sperm, whether you want it, or not!” I screamed right back at Sally, just inches away from her face.

And then I slammed my dick into Sally’s fuck-hole as hard as I could, burying it all the way up to the hilt inside her, and I proceeded to orgasm my ass off, squirting my sperm out all over the back pocket of her already-gooey vagina. It had literally been years since I had experienced an orgasm that strong.

As I was coming back down to earth from that incredibly awesome orgasm, I heard Sally whispering in my ear, “Babe, I hope you enjoyed that a lot. ‘Cuz I really did. But there’s one thing I haven’t told you yet. Henry’s gettin’ ready to fuck you in the ass.”

I felt something sliding between my two butt-cheeks to press right up against my asshole, and I instantly knew that that “something” was the head of Henry’s black dick. The same slick head that had a generous coating of Sally’s saliva all over it, thanks to her perfectly-timed blowjob.

Then I heard Henry’s voice from behind telling me, “Relax, Mr. Camden. You’re going to love this. You’ll see…”

And then I felt the head of Henry’s long, rock-hard penis being pressed very firmly, up against my puckered-up asshole sphincter muscle.

“Now relax, Mr. Camden. Push outward, like you’re taking a shit. That’s the secret. Good. There you go. That’s much better,” Henry reassured me, as I felt his firm dick-head finally penetrate my butt-hole, to slowly slide up into my poop chute.

Sure, there was a little bit of discomfort at first. But that quickly dissipated, to be replaced by the same kind of wonderful feelings that I always had, whenever I was letting out a large shit-log or two into the toilet bowl below. And I couldn’t believe it! Because my having Henry’s large dick inside my rectum felt nothing less than awesome to me!

Sally gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek and said, “Babe, believe it or not, I still love you with all my heart. Even though you’re a fucking cuckold now. And a fucking bisexual too.”

“I love you too, Sweetie,” I automatically replied. “And I’m sorry I was so mean to you tonight. It’s just that I was in total shock over the things you were confessing to me. And I just felt so out-of-control, and scared.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry I freaked you out so much. But can I ask one big favor of you?”

“Sure, Honey. Whatever you want,” I said, struggling to get the words out in short breaths, because by this point, Henry was energetically humping away at my rectum.

“Well, Daddy,” Sally said, effortlessly slipping right back into her little-girl voice, “Please promise me that you won’t get mad at me, for what I’m about to tell you, okay?”

“Okay, Sweetie,” I said, sensing that Henry was just about to shoot his wad inside my butt.

“You’ve gotta promise me, Daddy,” Sally, the pretend little girl, demanded.

“Okay, okay, I promise you. I won’t get mad at you.”

“Good. ‘Cuz I’ve been a very naughty little girl tonight! I’ve been lyin’ to you about lots of stuff. Really important stuff.”

“Like what, Sweetie?” I asked, as Henry was busy unloading his warm jizz inside me.

Sally quickly switched back to her regular adult voice and said, “Well, first of all, Henry’s not gay. He’s bisexual. Just like you are.”

“Is that true, Henry?” I turned my head around to ask him myself.

“Yes, Sir. I’ve fucked my share of women. Even some white ones,” Henry said very proudly and matter-of-factly, right before he began easing his long penis out of my butt. Then he moved around on top of the bed to lie on his back, right beside Sally.

“And second of all, Carl,” Sally jumped right in and continued on with her string of confessions, “I was lying to you, when I told you that the idea of me having sex with a black guy disgusts me. Because nothing could be further from the truth. In fact, I can’t believe that you actually bought into that lie; hook, line and sinker. As far as I can tell, there’s not a white woman alive who hasn’t fantasized at one time or another about having sex with a black man. And I’m no exception. Just the taboo nature of the very thought itself is usually enough to make most white women’s panties get wet. And once again, I’m no exception. Thank you for finally making that black man fantasy thing a reality for me tonight. You’re an awesome husband!”

“You’re welcome, I think?” I said, as I flopped over onto my back, to lie on the other side of Sally, on top of the bed.

“There’s more important stuff too, Carl. Rico isn’t my ex-boyfriend. He’s Henry’s friend. And I just met him for the very first time, tonight at the bar, at the same time that I met Henry. Basically, I just thought I’d rattle your cage a little bit, by having Rico unexpectedly show up here, and pretend that he was my ex.

“And it wasn’t hard to get Rico to do that for me, either. Because I promised him that, if he did, I would let him feel out my panty-covered pussy, right in front of my husband. I didn’t count on him taking things any farther than that. But he obviously did. And I apologize for that. Thank you for paying Rico off, so that he would leave.”

“Once again, you’re welcome,” I said, shaking my head. “I don’t know what else to say. I couldn’t stand watching that guy treat you like such a whore.”

“Ah, that’s so sweet. You know, probably the most ironic part is that you didn’t have to pay Henry off to get him to fuck me. He had already agreed to do that anyway, before he ever left the bar with us. Didn’t you Henry?”

“Yes, Ma’am. I sure did,” Henry acknowledged, and they both chuckled for a moment, and then Henry asked sincerely, “But would it still be okay with you, Mr. Carl, if I keep the $1,000 anyway, because I can sure use it to help pay off my student loans?”

“Yeah sure, Henry, go ahead and keep the money. But how did you manage to stare at Sally’s pussy without getting a hard-on earlier, so that I would think that you’re gay?”

“That was the hardest thing that I think I’ve ever done,” Henry admitted. “But in the end it was simply mind over matter. I was mentally focusing on anything and everything that had nothing to do with sex, like doing laundry, washing the car, cleaning up the apartment, and other mundane stuff like that.”

“Well, I still can’t believe you pulled it off,” I told Henry.

“Neither can I,” said Henry.

“So let me get all this straight,” I said to Sally. “What you’re telling me is that Rico was a total stranger to you, just like Henry was?”

“Right,” said Sally.

“And so Rico never date-raped you, and took your virginity back when you were in high school, before we ever met?”

“Right again,” Sally verified.

“So then you really were a virgin when I met you. And that means that Jordan has to be my daughter?”

“No. Unfortunately, she isn’t, Carl. And you have to promise me that you’ll never tell her the truth. She wouldn’t be able to live with it. Heck, I can barely live with it.”

“So then you really did get knocked up by some guy, back in high school, right before we met?”

“Yes. And you knew that ‘guy’ very well. He was my father, God rest his soul.”

“Your father?” I asked, in total disbelief.

“Yes, my dad. But I don’t hate him for what he did. Just a few months after Mom died, my older sister moved out with her boyfriend. And so that left just me and Dad in that big old ranch house on the outskirts of Fort Worth. And sometimes things just happen. You don’t plan on ’em happening. They just do.”

“Wow!” I said, without even meaning to. “So, do you wanna tell me what happened? Or would you rather not talk about it?”

“Oh, I definitely need to talk about it with someone. Keepin’ this secret all these years has been drivin’ me crazy. But you’ve gotta promise me that you’ll never tell anyone else about what happened between Daddy and me. You too, Henry.”

“You have my word that I will never tell another living soul about your sexual relationship with your father,” Henry said to Sally, as solemnly as he could.

“Ditto. What he just said,” I told Sally, when she looked back over my way.

“Well, it all started out innocently enough,” Sally said, starting out her story, “Whenever I used to get scared late at night, or there was a bad storm outside, or I had a nightmare, I would always make a beeline to my parent’s bedroom, and then climb into bed with them.

“And my behavior didn’t change, just because my mom had died, and wasn’t there for me anymore. I would simply climb into bed, and get under the covers, and then snuggle up with my daddy.

“Of course, you already know what I usually wear to bed a night.”

“Yeah, a nightshirt, with pair of panties underneath,” I said to Sally.

“That’s right. And that’s what I always wore, when I climbed into bed with my father. But my daddy preferred to sleep without any clothes on. I mean, he did keep his ‘tighty whities’ on. But that was about it.

“Anyway, I used to snuggle up next to Dad, and spoon with him, with my chest right up against his back, until I would finally fall asleep, right beside him.

“And after Mom died, I began sleepin’ in Dad’s bed much more often than I slept in my own bedroom. In fact, over the next six months or so, about the only thing I was still doin’ in my own bedroom was changin’ clothes, and talkin’ with my friends on the phone.

“And Dad really liked me sleepin’ with him. He even told me so himself. He said that it was much better than him havin’ to sleep by himself, because he had slept with my mother beside him all those years, and he was spoiled.

“Well, so was I, for that matter. And I was used to doin’ whatever it took to get my way.

“But anyway, one night, I woke up in the middle of the night from a super-sexy dream that I was havin’. And I discovered that I was already humpin’ away at Dad’s leg, rubbin’ my panty-covered pussy up and down his thigh. And it felt so good to me, that I didn’t wanna stop.

“But then Dad woke up suddenly, and blurted out, ‘What the hell are you doin’, Sally?’

“‘Nothing,’ was all I could think to say to him at first. And then I suddenly felt so embarrassed that I started cryin’, and eventually began apologizin’ to him.

“But then he told me, ‘That’s okay, Sweetie. I guess you’re just doin’ what comes naturally. And you shouldn’t have to be ashamed of that. I’m sorry for raisin’ my voice, and gettin’ upset with you.’

“And then he turned his back towards me, and started to go back to sleep.

“But I was still feelin’ so horny that I couldn’t see straight. I also couldn’t go back to sleep. So I hiked my nightshirt up around my waist, and then I secretly slipped off my panties, and dropped ’em onto the floor, beside the bed.

“And then I calmly and gently fingered myself, while I was lyin’ there beside my father, and gettin’ really turned-on by the thought that he could have rolled over any moment, and caught me masturbatin’, right next to him.

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