Strange incident with my father

This story is not made up; it is real. I have remained silent for many years, ashamed to tell anyone about my experiences. I will pour out my feelings and talk about my sex life here.

Let's start with the fact that I lost my virginity very early. I won't specify the age, but it was horrible and not by my will. I was lucky to be a strong person and didn't suffer from the memories; I just blocked it out.

I want to tell you about one incident that I vividly remember. Now, of course,

relations with this person have become normal for me, but back then it was unexpected.

My parents have a close friend. I never imagined him as an object of sexual fantasies, but he, apparently, certainly imagined me. One day, he came to visit us. I was home but was about to go out with my girlfriends to drink and have fun. It was summer, so for the outing, I just wore shorts and a t-shirt. My figure wasn't exactly slim. I had a little belly, and size 3 breasts (I can't stand their weight, even though they're not huge).

I forgot to mention that we live in a large settlement. Like in all villages, there's a local club—a house of culture.

So. My girlfriends and I drank, started dancing; the club was crowded. Time flew by quickly; about three hours passed. I went out to smoke yet again, and there was the family friend—Vitya. We started chatting, and then he touched my back, running his hand down it all the way to my butt. I got goosebumps, and there was a slight "tingle" between my legs. I looked straight into his eyes; he seemed to hold his breath and looked back at me. This lasted about 7 seconds, and then he leaned in towards my lips. Kissing him was pleasant; I got very aroused. Then he invited me to his place, and I, naturally, agreed.

We got to his house, and he immediately started taking off my t-shirt, touching my breasts, whispering: "I've wanted you for a long time, you can't even imagine how many years." When he started licking my neck, my knees buckled. He crouched down next, his hands going into my panties. When he realized I was practically flooded between my legs, he picked me up in his arms and carried me to the bedroom. He laid me on the bed, immediately started taking off my shorts and panties, and then buried his mouth in my crotch. I moaned like women in porn; it was magical. Hearing the smacking sounds, his raspy breathing, feeling the pleasant sensations between my legs. The alcohol in my blood seemed to surge even stronger, and I completely stopped being shy, relaxed.

I rested for about 10 minutes when I felt hands on my butt. The hands spread my buttocks, and I felt a tongue on my anus. It was getting wet between my legs again. The hands lifted me again and put me on my knees, but then I felt the tongue on my pussy. The tongue went into my vagina, so I started massaging my clit myself, preparing for penetration, but it still didn't happen. Instead, the tongue explored my crotch, licked my anus, licked my back; I moaned even louder! And, finally, a cock entered me, while the man's hands pressed me against his chest. I had already started moving my ass myself to get even more pleasure, clenching my vaginal walls, touching my breasts, enjoying it, and then I heard a whisper: "Yes, my girl, just like that, my good girl." I recognized my father's voice in that whisper! Father! I was so shocked that I came right then! But he didn't come and kept pounding into me. At first, I wanted to push him away, but I realized it was arousing me again. The thought that my own father was fucking me was driving my pussy crazy. So, I lay with my chest on the bed and stuck my butt out to make it easier for him to hold me, and suddenly the light turned on! It was Vitya, my father's friend, standing in the doorway, watching us and jerking off. I abruptly pushed dad away, rolled onto my back, lifted my pelvis higher, and he entered me again. I looked at him; he looked as if his dream, his dirtiest fantasy, had come true. I touched my nipples; dad understood and started biting and licking them. His hand reached for my butt, and a finger started massaging my anus.

I was getting high, moving my ass, my fingers reached for my clit, and my toes clenched to the point of pain.

Then Vitya came over, kissed me, and suggested that very double penetration. I got scared, but dad said he would do everything so his little girl wouldn't be in pain. It was already a shock for me that my father was fucking me, and now double penetration too.

Dad lay on his back, sat me on top of him, and started his thrusts again. I rocked, but not too much. Then Vitya tried to put a finger in my anus, but nothing worked. I was still constrained by the fear of pain. He made several attempts, but my ass wouldn't give in to him. Giving up, he just shoved his cock into my mouth, while I looked at my dad and noticed that he liked watching me suck Vitya's dick. Naturally, to see more of his lustful emotions, I started smacking my lips very loudly and tried to let more saliva drip from my mouth. "Mmm, mmmm, smack, smack, mmm, slurp." I started massaging my clit again, with my other hand massaging Vitya's cock, my ass rocking on my dad's big cock, and my eyes watching as dad's eyes rolled back in pleasure.

After a while, I noticed that the alcoholic haze was starting to leave my body, and thoughts began to come into my head: "Damn, what am I doing? What about our family relationship? What about mom? What am I doing?" I looked at my father again, but he was definitely sober and clearly enjoyed seeing his daughter bouncing on his cock. And then my father moved his hands from my butt to my breasts and sharply squeezed my nipples. Aaah, that was an explosion of everything! Something seemed to explode in my body, stars lit up in my eyes, my vagina clenched as much as my father's cock allowed, and my father, groaning: "Daughter, my sweet," abruptly pulled out, and streams of his semen sprayed onto my stomach, then dripped onto his stomach, which I was leaning on. I lay on his chest, not moving, afraid to know his reaction after sex. The bedroom was silent; I could even hear the sound of my own heartbeat.

Then dad lifts me off him, lays me on my back, and starts licking my crotch, looking straight into my eyes. Tears streamed down my face from the mix of feelings. On one hand, it felt very good; on the other—I was ashamed. Very ashamed. I whisper: "Enough, stop," he replies: "Baby, it's okay, everything's fine, we'll figure it all out."

Vitya, apparently understanding that we needed to talk, left.

We started talking. Although we didn't look the way people usually do when having serious conversations. Dad said he started noticing me when I was 18. That's when I started often disappearing outside, at friends' places, wearing revealing clothes that emphasized my appetizing figure. And once, when he was at a friend's place, the friend showed him porn featuring an actress who looked very much like me. He downloaded that video, imagined me in her place, and masturbated. It turns out he often took my worn panties, smelled them, licked them, and fantasized. And today he saw Vitya and me going into this house and decided to peek, but he could only hear my moans, and then the light went out, and my moans dissolved into the sound of loudly playing music. And he took the chance. He came in, waited for Vitya and me to finish, and proceeded to fulfill his dream—sex with his daughter. And he liked it; he feels a surge of strength, all-encompassing love for me. He said he wants more, and not just once, to feel the taste of my juices on his tongue, the tightness of my vagina on his cock, and the smell of my pleasure.

I burst into tears and admitted that I really liked it all too, and I would be very happy if we spent time together in bed. And then we heard Vitya's voice: "Don't forget about me," dad and I laughed.

Since then, a lot has changed, but my sexual relationship with my dad continues. When I feel ready to tell more, I will write more than one story about my sexual partners. Thank you for your attention; I feel shy about the readers' reactions.