From wife to slut: a new begining

Misty grabs a clean Dixie-cup and places it on the table. She indicates to her family she wants them to jerk off as many times as possible into the cup. She is hoping the aphrodiziac will keep them cumming and cumming. She stops her father as he begins to stroke his cock to jerk off in the cup. She points to the couch and lies down. Her father begins to fuck her like a champion. He is doing everything right. She wonders if he is where she got her desire for sex. He fucks her to one, two, and three orgasms back to back. Misty is biting her lips to keep from moaning out in pleasure. She doesn’t want her father to know he is fucking his very own flesh and blood. He is taking a very long time. Out of the corner of her eye, she catches people repeatedly making trips to the sperm cup. She wonders how many loads are there by this time. It seems as if the world has stopped feeling her handsome father fucking her so well. She hears him begin to grunt. He shouts out his orgasm, “Oh I’m cumming. I’m cumming in the stripper’s cunt. This little slut is taking my cum deep in her. First time I ever fucked a prostitute. Take it all bitch.” Hearing her own father talk about her that way causes another orgasm to break free from her belly.

After her Dad climbs out from between her legs, she stands and watches his marvelous load of sperm drip from her stretched cunt. She drops to the floor fingering her father’s cum in and out of her pussy. She points to him indicating her desire for him to stroke a load into the cup if possible. He hasn’t gone soft since he pulled out of her. She puts on a show for everybody, but mostly for her father. She is spreading her pussy as wide-open as she can. She is fucking beer bottles, her rum bottle, and wine bottles. She is stretching her snatch wider and wider for everybody to see. Her spectacle is working for her Dad. Very quickly he is squirting another load of cum into the cup. This is the one she is waiting for. She grabs the sperm-cup and proceeds before each man wishing to know how many times they were at the cup. She learns David was at the cup twice, Mike was once, John was twice, Paul was once, both of her uncles were twice, one cousin once, the other cousin three times, her Grandpa once, her Dad once, and Mr. Unknown wasn’t able to provide anything. She does the math indicating to the crowd 16 cum loads were contained in the cup.

Misty sways to the front of the couch. She flips upside down so her ass is perpedicular to the couch. With one hand she pulls her lips open, and with the other she dumps the cup into her gaging hole. The crowd is shocked by this display and cheers her on. She begins to clench her stomache muscles as before trying to draw the seminal fluid as deep as she can into her womb. She tries to get her body to drink as much of it up as possible. She flips back upright and with great skill she lets it leak out of her pussy and back into the cup. She flips upside down again and repeats the same process squishing it around inside of her.

This time she lets it run down her legs. She quickly grabs her clothes and heads for the door. David catches her at the door, and thanks her for a show better than he ever expected from her. She smiles at him. She plants a big kiss on him. Being away from the rest of the crowd it is safe for them to talk. She tells him the offer to service him is for real. He says he will keep her to her to her word. Misty smiles and says she can’t wait. Misty whispers in David’s ear, “Do you remember the fear I told you at Dad’s house?” David looks puzzled and shakes his head “no”. “Just checking”, she says as she closes the door behind her.

A little over a month later, Misty’s parents stop by for a visit asking to take their grand-daughter out to go baby shopping. Misty is glad to let her child go. She asks her Dad if he could stay with her as Mom goes shopping because she really needs to some adult company. Mom says she would be glad to go shopping with just the baby and heads out to the stores.

Misty offers her Dad a cup of coffee. She is pouring it for him as he begins to read the newspaper. “Dad”, she says, “I want you to know I haven’t used birth control since I got pregnant. It has been well over a year since I last took the Pill. This means I am, or should I say was, very fertile.” Dad asks why she is telling him this, but doesn’t look up from the paper. “Being so fertile, just the slightest amount of sex would get me pregnant. And well, I guess what I’m tring to say is I am pregnant.” He asks if she positive. She says she has already been to the doctors and yes. Her Dad asks who the father is. “Dad that is why I asked you to stay with me today. Could you excuse me for a moment?” Her father tells her to take her time insuring her he is not in a rush for an answer. Misty leaves her father at the table with his newspaper.

Misty silently returns to the kitchen where her Dad is intently reading the paper. “Daddy the problem I have is no way of knowing who the father might actually be. It was a great night of great sex with a bunch of horny men. There is however a one in ten chance its yours,” says Misty. Her father looks up from his paper to see his little girl standing before him completely naked except for an open leather overcoat and a very familiar looking leather mask. Misty, spying an ever-increasing bulge in her father’s shorts removes the mask and sheds the coat. “Daddy, would you like this knocked up stripper, little pregnant slut to give you a private performance? Would you like to fuck me again knowing this time it is your slut daughter?” Unzipping his pants, Misty gets her answer.