Daddy’s Boyfriend

I thought he was gay, but it turns out, he was bisexual, or just curious? I don’t know, because he was drunk. They both were.

He was old enough to drive, but he still had to borrow the car, and dad bought the beers, but I caught him sucking dick, once.

After the game, I had just gotten ready for bed, and went out to kiss daddy goodnight.

“You’re too drunk to drive,” he held his hand out, “So give me your keys.”

I looked around for mom, but I found her smoking out on the porch. So, I knocked on the kitchen door, and she leaned in to kiss me on the forehead. “Good night.”

Then, I went back to my room, but I almost forgot to go pee. It was a long day, so I shook my head, and went back to the bathroom.

“Uh!” Dad had his pants down, and he let go of his bare butt, but he was too drunk to get it up. So, he let it flop out, and told me to “Shut the door!” Then, he came in to explain to me.

“Sometimes, when a guy gets drunk, he loses his inhibitions, but it’s not gay. He was just curious, so he wanted to experiment.”

“Like you warned me not to hang around drunk men, because they might get ideas.” I didn’t say and rape me, but I pulled the covers up to my eyes.

“Exactly.” He kissed my forehead. “Your mom doesn’t have to hear about this, she wouldn’t understand.” He turned the light off on his way out. “Goodnight, pumpkin.”

“Night night,” but I didn’t see how mommy wouldn’t understand, if I explained to her that they were both drunk, and Terry couldn’t even get it up, so it wasn’t as if they had sex, but that’s the last thing I remember thinking before I fell asleep.

“Huh?” My covers slipped down, and I felt his hand under my night shirt, but he let go, and pulled it out. I caught his wrist, and guessed. “Terry?” In the dark, because my dad was the only other one, with big hands in the house, and he never even looked at me, let alone tried to touch me, but I heard stories.

Scary stories, about bad dads, knocking up their little girls. In fact, one was called Daddy’s Little Girls, but Sylvia wouldn’t say where she found it, on the internet. Of course, she downloaded it off the internet, but she didn’t say what site. Anyways, a long story short, she had a little boy first, then a little girl so when they grew up, they could teach them how to have sex, and she had sex with her little brother/son, and her dad had sex with their daughter, but that’s where it got confusing, because the writer couldn’t decide what to call who, in relation to whom, but he made sure to say that it was all just a fantasy, and not to abuse little girls even in your own family right from the start.

“Huh,” I pressed his knuckles to my tummy, “It’s okay,” and rubbed them down to my panties. He touched me with his other hand, and felt up under my shirt again. Even as I held my panties out for him to feel through my pubic hairs, and down to my wet spot. “Huh, your fingers feel good, they’re so much bigger, and I’m really wet.” I could feel it, smearing around, especially when he slipped his fingertip back out, and up to feel around for my clit.

“OWM! MH!” I barely got the pillow over my face, and I bit it when he rubbed it so hard. It was so intense, it almost hurt, but I humped my hips so it slipped back down, and he touched me inside. I heard his voice, but it was real low, so I had to hold the pillow up, and gasp in a breath of cold air. “Huh, what?”

He didn’t say anything, but he pulled his hand out of my shirt, and felt up it between my little B cups. Flattened out on my back, but then he pulled my neck, and rubbed my cheek with his thumb. Then, something bumped the other side, so he turned me to rub it under my nose.

It was his dickhead, of course, and I kissed it first. Then, I licked it up, and sucked it in. I could smell the beer breath, breathing through my nose, but I guess I forgot to lock my door? It slipped out when I shook my head, but it was almost hard. I think, but then I remembered daddy holding the door open, after he told me that he got bicurious when he was drunk.

Terry, though I guess daddy was drinking too, and he took shots to wash down with a beer chaser. He could handle it better, but I guess he would know, whether he was bisexual or not, and mommy?

I shook my head again, but this time it popped up, and his balls hit my face, but he didn’t even try to make me suck them.

He was hard though, so he got in bed with me, on top of me, and I pulled my panties down before I spread my legs. With my panties stretched tight between my ankles, but I whispered. “I’m ready,” before I held the pillow back down over my face, and bit it again, so I didn’t moan out loud, but I could barely breathe anyway. So full of dick, but he pulled out slow, and then he stabbed into me so hard, it made me grunt, but then I could barely gasp in between his hard deep strokes, they came so fast, and faster.

“Huh!” I had to push the pillow up, before I passed out, and I didn’t want to miss a second of this, but “Oh! It feels so good!” I didn’t have to tell him to fuck me, fuck me Terry, but I could gasp in between moans, before he forced the air out with his “Big hard dick, it’s so big! OH!”

Then, the door slammed open, and mom yelled in the hall light. “ROBERT!”

“Uh, daddy?”

“UHN!” He squeezed his eyes so tight, and he pulled out, but it was too late.

“HhuhH?” I felt it twich against my pubes, and his weight on me, but he let go my tits, and I ran my hands up my wet tummy to rub it in my tits, and my shirt was pulled up under my chin, but then mom slammed the door, and it was dark.

“Huh, uh!” He grunted, until it stopped shooting hot, and wet up my body. “Fuck.” He collapsed, and kissed the side of my head. “Sorry sweety.”

“So, you finally went through with it.”

“Uh!” I heard a slap, and he humped against me before he rolled off. “I’m sorry honey.”

“You better wrap it next time, are you trying to get her pregnant?”

“No, I forgot.” But then she felt the doorknob, and opened it, to slap his ass again before he pulled up his pajama bottoms.

“Don’t forget again, now get in there.” She pushed him down the hall, and slammed the door. “NOW YOU WILL LICK ME UNTIL I CUM!” She yelled, and I’d never heard her yell at him like that before. I even giggled, and smelled my cummy fingers, so I licked them.

“Hhmhmhn!” I beter get up, and wash my hands, I thought. Before I get my fingers even dirtier, and then I will get pregnant. I knew mommy would be pissed at me if I did that, but all a sudden it smelled disgusting, and taster gross too? “Yuck, ptooh!” When it didn’t the whole time, even after I saw that it was daddy fucking me.

“I SAID EAT IT! EAT MY ASS TOO.”

She yelled so loud, I could hear her loud and clear. All the way down the hall, even with their door closed, and the bathroom door closed too. So, I felt the door knob, and locked it.

Of course, my night shirt stuck to my body, too. I felt even dirtier inside, so I dropped my panties, and kicked those off, too. I forgot all about Terry, until just then, but even passed out drunk, she was almost screaming now. Loud enough to wake the dead. So, I turned the water on, and felt it get warm, before I pulled the shower curtain, and turned on the shower.

“Huh!” I just shook my head under the water, but it drowned them out. It wasn’t until morning I found out that mom gave him a ride home. She didn’t drink, just smoked, but she didn’t smoke pot around us kids.

I guess I was satisfied, so I just pulled the shower head down, to rinse out the sex. All the sex juices, still no idea why they turned disgusting all of a sudden, when they weren’t before, when I licked them off my sticky fingers.

So, I went to bed, and finally fell back asleep, once mommy stopped yelling at daddy, and the rhythm of the bed springs lulled me off to sleep.

Maybe in the morning, I could talk to dad about letting me date, finally. Well, if he doesn’t want mom to find out he’s been sucking dick with teenagers, he better.

I wonder is Terry really bisexual, or just gay? Too bad he had the whiskey dick, so I didn’t even get to see it hard.

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Author

I ran out of story codes, but I can’t really say whether it was gay, bicurious, or outright sexual assault. She missed whatever happened in the bathroom, before she walked in on her dad, trying to suck him hard.

I could probably write that PoV next, but it’s liable to be even more confuzing, and blurry because he was so drunk. Of course, that was the idea, Robert got him drunk for a reason.

Not that he would ever tell the truth about it, to anyone. Some guys don’t care who they rape or sexually assault. They do it anyway, regardless of sexual orientation, because it’s wrong.

Because they can.

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