My Boyfriends Daddy (Humiliati - Kyra Keeley

My Boyfriend’s Daddy By Mary Keeley *** This is a work of fiction that

contains adult situations between consenting adults. All semblances to persons or places, living or dead, are entirely coincidental.

My boyfriend of three years Dean, his step dad Mr. Warren, and myself were all looking forward to spending the summer together before we all parted ways. Dean and I just graduated from high school and were going to different parts of the country to embark on our adult lives at college. It’s weird that I want to spend just as much time with Mr. Warren, Dean’s dad, but he has been such a big

part of our lives. He was always there to help us out. He was also the laid back parent, the one you could actually could go to with your problems. Another thing about Dean’s dad, is that he looks really good for his age. Ever since I laid eyes on him, I’ve had kind of a secret crush on him. He is pretty much like Dean, but just more wise, mature, and even a little funnier. Embarrassing to admit, but his wide manly physique was also more attractive. Also, from what I have been able to tell, um, I don’t know how to say

this—he is very hung. On many occasions, I’ve had to pull my eyes away from his midsection before getting caught. To kick off the summer, and fully embrace our freedom, Dean and I decided to go to a big music festival eight hours away in Chicago. We bought the tickets months ago in anticipation of seeing our favorite bands, having a few nights away from our boring old hometown, and visiting a big city we had never been too. Then it turns out that some old

school band that Dean’s Dad loved when he was a kid was headlining the festival. So, it was only natural to let him come along. Like I said, he is so chill that you don’t have to worry about him judging you. Hell, he was the first person to buy us alcohol and the first pot we smoked came from his dresser. While waiting, with graduation and all, the time flew by and it was finally the night before. We all enthusiastically packed our bags. Dean and I furiously texted each other back and forth about how excited we were.

We set out on a Friday morning. We were going to spend three nights listening to music, getting high, sleeping in a tent, and basically just unabashedly taking in life. And do this we did. It was so hot, I was wearing a bikini top the whole weekend surrounded by thousands of people. I danced half naked for hours in a sea of people enjoying every second. The music was good, and so loud, that I probably won’t be able to hear until fall. Dean and I slept in the same sleeping bag every night, slowly and quietly

fucking ourselves to sleep next to his dad. Luckily, Mr. Warren did not seem to notice, or if he did, he did not really mind it. All good things come to an end, and after the headliner of the last night we had to say so long to the good times. Or did we? Mr. Warren had to work the Monday after the festival, absolutely no way around it, so we had to come home that night despite how tired we all were. Dean and I were okay with that, because,

we both really wanted him to go and this was the exception we had to make. So, Dean and I made the pledge to drive the eight hours home while he slept for work. We all had a great time and we’re kind of delirious from the all the heat and dancing earlier that day. However, we stuck to our plan and piled into the car with our game plan for staying awake in mind. Dean had his “driving music,” and several cans of an energy drink called Electrocute ready to go, and I had a book light and my

crossword puzzles. Unfortunately, I promised to keep Dean awake, so I have to stay alert and make sure we all get home safe and sound. Even after the first can of Electrocute, about a half hour away from the festival grounds, Dean was looking very sleepy while Dean’s Dad and I were still running on post festival adrenaline. I was yelling out my cross word questions over Dean’s blaring music and Mr. Warren racked his brain to help. I was getting so into figuring

them out, that while sitting in the center of the back seat, I pulled my legs up to my chest, so I could better scribble in the answers that Mr. Warren and I were coming up with. After fifteen minutes, I looked up and caught Dean’s dad glancing at my private mound obscured beneath the stretched fabric of my tiny panties as I excitedly rocked back and forth. When he stopped looking, I took the chance to reach down adjusting the elastic just to make sure I was all covered. All in all, this probably had

something to with why he was so enthusiastic about helping. Dean didn’t seem to mind or notice, and lacking sleep and apparently judgment neither did I. An hour later, Dean is totally nodding out while doing everything he can to stay awake. One minute he’s talking a mile a minute, turning the music up and down, opening and closing his window, chugging an energy drink, and telling us to tell him stories. His judgment, clouded by a lack sleep, becomes askew as he steers the

conversation in inappropriate directions. He wants to hear all the bad stuff, like when we first masturbated, when we lost our virginity, and who we thought was really hot at the festival. Then like a flash of lightening, he asks if I remember that night we drove back from his cousin’s house and tells his Dad, “that it is a pretty good story.” “Of course I do. You don’t want me to tell THAT story do you?” “We are all so tired we will not even remember tomorrow,” Dean

encourages me. “I don’t know . . . in front of your Dad?” “Okay, now I’m interested,” Dean’s Dad chimes in. “It will make me stay awake, so we won’t crash and die.” Just the mention of it seems to perk him up, so I go ahead and tell the story. “This trip home kind of me reminds of the time Dean and I went to visit his cousin, your nephew, when they

lived a few hours away. We left late at night and he was so tired, but we decided to drive home because my parents told us we had to be back before midnight. Do you want me to go on?” “Yeah, yeah . . . you have to,” Dean pleads. “Anyways, as soon as Dean started to dose off, I reached inside of his pants and pulled out his you know what. I kept him right on the verge . . . of . . . uh . . . coming for nearly two hours. I would stop right when he told me to, so that he could keep the blood rushing

making him wide awake. He told me it was better than a whole cooler of energy drinks from the gas station.” “Fuck yeah. Too bad they can’t bottle that feeling—that person would be a millionaire,” Dean confirms my accuracy. I chuckle at Dean’s joke and glance around at the guys in the front seat who were probably wishing that story was a lot longer, or a little more in depth at least. I pay special attention to Dean’s dad’s reaction.

Applied to the present scenario, with Mr. Warren in tow, a repeat of this story seemed pretty unlikely. However, following the story, after a couple of minutes of silence, Dean tells me he has an idea. “Okay. Here’s the deal guys, I’m going to come clean. Having been around so many people this weekend, I’m horny as fuck from watching Mary walk around in that tiny skirt and bikini top in public. I’ve had a thousand unrequited boners this weekend. Just to get me through the night, and give

something to look forward too, you have to show me something Mary. I’ll take anything,” Dean pleads. “Dad has to look away,” I say feigning modesty. I’ve known that both of them, among others, have been stealing glances at me all weekend. “Shucks,” Dean’s dad says to himself glancing at Dean to see his reaction. “Just make sense. We don’t want daddy sitting on a stiffy the whole way home, the old boy needs his rest,” Dean

assuredly says. “Dean, the voice of reason, but seriously you know I think she’s fucking beautiful,” Dean’s dad says testing the boundaries of the trios’ familiar bond. “You don’t have to tell me,” Dean says glancing back ready to catch a glimpse of my body. “You got more than an eyeful this weekend for sure.” During this exchange, I sit in the back seat with my cheeks turning bright red, feeling like I’m literally melting from embarrassment. To think that a man

of Mr. Warren’s knowledge and handsomeness finds me beautiful, not even just cute, is good news. Dean’s dad reluctantly leans his head to the side and places his hand haphazardly over top of his eyes. Dean’s rapt attention fluctuates between the backseat and the highway, that he is sharing with just a few semi trucks. I lean back building suspense. Spreading my legs, I let my short skirt fall around my hips revealing my pink

thong that hugs my young pussy before cascading into in a thin line that reveals my round ass pushed against the fabric of the seat. I make eye contact with Dean in the mirror, letting him know to keep his eyes on me. When I do this, he reaches down and charts the course of his erection. I reach a hand down my shirt. I grasps my more than a handful C cup and lift upwards while I pull my top down with the other hand. I massage my breast upward, ending by pulling my pink nipple. Closing my eyes, I do this a few more times and resist the urge to

reach my hand down my panties and rub my dampening slit. This is the first time I’ve ever had my breast out in a public place, and it’s really a thrill. I would love to take my exposure a little further and let some of the weary passerby’s glimpse my young body. “Fuuuccckkk,” Dean’s dad says, unable to resist, turning around and glancing at my exposed tit. “I’m so sorry. I thought it was over.” “Dad, you are such a cheater. I

would have told when the coast was clear.” “Ah, I have to admit I’ve thought about seeing Mary’s breast more than once . . .okay . . . well every time she bent over this weekend I was looking down her top just waiting to see what I’m seeing right now, but hell, my imagination did not do them justice,” Dean’s dad admits. I don’t know why I don’t cover myself up. I guess I really like having Dean’s Dad staring at my chest. It feels so wrong because I have his full

attention, while Dean can only steal glimpses. “Dude, you’re not even supposed to be looking. Those are fucking mine,” Dean lightheartedly snaps. With both of these guys looking, I can feel my whole body flushing and overwhelmed. Something comes over me forcing me to take things a little further. I reach my hand down my panties and start rubbing my moistening lips underneath the thin cotton.

Both men are enraptured. Dean’s dad turns almost completely around in his seat and Dean is trying to drive while taking in the back seat sights. With both of them looking at me, doing what I have only done in private a few times is a complete turn on. Finally, I feel a little embarrassed, I pull my hand up and decide that we have a long way to go and I need to pace myself. However, I do decide keep my long term boyfriend and his dad wide awake, so, I go ahead and undo the latch of my swimsuit top

holding in my beautiful natural breast. I pull my top off exposing the mesmerizing heft of my chest. Torturing them both, again pulling my knees up to my chest, but not covering my breast I go back to crossword puzzles topless in the back seat. “I’m fucking wide awake now for sure,” Dean says. “Err, I second that,” Mr. Warren adds. Dean, trying to remain part of the

temporarily interrupted show, turns on the overhead lights of the car letting the light shimmer across my white skin that shimmers with a golden hue from the weekend spent in the sun. Completely gushing at the thought of having my eighteen year old breast viewable to anyone that drives by, I pull at my tight panties that are glued to my wet pussy. Sitting in a mess of my inner warmth, I know before long something is going to have to be done about this. A couple hours into the drive, we are still cloaked in darkness of the

middle of the night. Dean’s dad and I are still wide awake, pretending to be occupied, while we steal glances at each other. Ever since Dean’s dare, when my top came off, his Dad has been rock hard. I’m absolutely mesmerized by the hugeness of the outline of his dick uncomfortably shoved half way down his thigh. He might be older, but no need for Viagra I guess. Dean and I have a lot of sex and I really enjoy it, but it has been three years and has become pretty standard at

this point. This makes sitting topless in the back of his car, while being eye fucked by his father, who looks to be packing a 16 ounce beer can in his jeans, exactly what I need. The cool night air feels electrified like never before. Dean is oblivious to the visual foreplay taking place between me and his dad. Dean has slipped into the monotonous drive, looking straight ahead with tired determination. I take advantage of his singular focus and put one leg down and aim the darkening fabric of my panties in his

dad’s direction. Mr. Warren takes notice, glancing back at me trying not to draw Dean’s attention. I then use one hand to go back to rubbing my breasts, pushing them upward while squeezing my nipples all the while imagining Mr. Warren’s rough grip and his suckling mouth all over me while Dean watches. Almost subconsciously, I slip my other hand down my panties and start to massage my clit in a circular motion. With every fifth round, I plunge my middle finger downward and pull my wetness upward.

Mr. Warren’s eyes keep darting between my masturbating hand, my young breast, and Dean’s eyes. Dean’s dad is becoming more and more agitated, pushing and pulling at the monster in between his legs. Mr. Warren assuredly realizes he is never going to sleep, when the only thing he can think about is shoving his dick in his son’s girlfriend while zooming down the highway at 80 miles per hour. Getting brave, Mr. Warren unfastens his pants button and slowly unzips his jeans. Mr. Warren has

obviously made up his mind about what to do. As though not to startle a wild animal he slowly reaches in his jeans pulls his mammoth dick out of his jeans. My brain is screaming, “shit, shit, shit, shit . . . .is this really happening.” I feel like I’m trapped in some insane fever dream. Momentarily Mr. Warren leans his head back and gently tugs himself to a very large full erection. At this point, my gaze is fixed and my brain short circuits with a combination of

excitement and fear. Despite this, my hands still feverishly work my soft breast and wet pussy—I’ve even pulled my panties off to the side to reveal the slick mounds of my labia. With one hand steadying the base of his cock, and the other slowly ascending up and down its length, Mr. Warren turns around to take in the real live porno happening on the highway under the umbrella of night. Unable to control the desire to feel such a mammoth cock in my tiny hands, I say Dean be damned. Reaching forward I replace Mr. Warren’s hand at

the bottom of his cock with mine. I lean in and take a closer look and every bit of the thick eight and a half inches is enticing. My leaning forward must have interrupted Dean’s driving stupor, as he slowly turn his head to take in what has just started beside him between his girlfriend and dad. Who knows? Maybe this will really keep him awake. “What the fuck guys?” He says with just a hint of rage.

“It’s Mary’s fault son. Her tits are hands down the most perfect I have I ever seen,” Mr. Warren says while brazenly reaching towards my chest and grabbing my breasts. “And whenever I would start even thinking about sleep, this thing would start twitching,” Mr. Warren says looking down at his cock now being slowly pulled from the base to the head by my hand. “Dad, that’s not fucking cool,” Dean says while gradually kind of glazing over watching my hand stroke his dad’s mammoth cock. “Your dick is a

fucking cannon . . . Jesus Christ . . . man, it’s bigger than Mary’s forearm,” Dean says glancing between the yellow line, Mr. Warren’s hard dick (now being measured against my arm), and me as I’m unknowingly licking my lips. “Mary, there is no way you could take that in any hole you have. Sorry about your luck Dad—you might as well put that back in your pants,” Dean says nervously, as though he has unwittingly just offered us a challenge. I’m turned on enough right now to take this bet.

“Oh yeah,” I say leaning in for a very close look. I glance up at Dean, who is adjusting his growing cock. With my face this close, I realize his dick is a big as my entire head. I start small, holding his dick steady with my hand while I start licking from the base of his cock upwards. Then eager to jump right in, I put his swollen cock head into my mouth, feeling it’s about as far I can go, while rhythmically tugging upward with my hand. Occasionally, gagging each time, between my rhythmic sucking I’ll test the limits of my mouth by shoving

his length down my throat as far I can. Trying to help, Dean’s dad has unbuckled his seat belt so he can better thrust into my face. Mr. Warren is now slightly moaning with his eyes shut only opening them off and on to check my progress and glimpse my round breast pushing against his thigh. Feeling slightly bad for Dean, as the slurping sounds coming from his dad’s cock going into his girlfriend’s mouth become more and more pronounced. I decide to take sucking breaks, in which I just pull at Mr.

Warren’s length while making lascivious eye contact with Dean as if to say, “I’m doing this for you.” Even though, as I grind my wet pussy against the center console, I assuredly believe that I would follow Mr. Warren’s hardon anywhere in the world. “Well fuck,” Dead says turning bright red with embarrassment, but unable to stay out of the action any longer. Dean unzips his pants while turning on the cruise control. Catching his action out of the corner of my eye, I use my free hand to assist him in pulling

out his comparatively average stiff dick. I continue to slobber, gasp, and gag on Mr. Warren’s enormous rod while I begin stroking Dean’s erection. “You dad is huge Dean,” I let slip out. Dean looks sad, but accepting of the fact that he could never measure up to his father. Cruising along, all three of us are now oblivious to our public display. We drive on, somewhat erratically, at seventy miles per hour zooming by truckers and families getting early starts on their vacations.

After I feel my throat can take no more of Mr. Warren’s mammoth pole, that is stretching my mouth’s confines to the very limits, I slip out of my skirt and leap into the passenger seat onto Mr. Warren’s lap. Now completely nude, eye level with passerby’s, I start grinding my pussy along the thick girth of Mr. Warren’s dick. My expulsion of juices is immense and I quickly coat Dean’s dad hard cock in a slippery glaze. For both Mr. Warren and I, there is no going back regardless of the proximity of Dean. We both are starting

to sexually vibrate. I can feel Mr. Warren’s pleasured momentum building as he pushes his thick dick against my slick entrance. As he does this, I feel waves of warmth cascade through my body up to my swelling breast, pouting lips, and flushed face. I look at Dean, who is now jerking himself off, glancing intermittently over at us, and give a look as if to say, “Please don’t hate me.” Steadying Mr. Warren’s dick with my one hand, and myself with my palm against the window that is now

cold with the night air, I raise up the nine inches to put my boyfriend’s dad’s swollen manhood inside of me. I let out a slight moan, between pain and pleasure, as I insert the head of Mr. Warren’s dick inside me. I do not get very far, even though he is covered in my spit and cum, before I have to rise up and try again. This time when pushing into Mr. Warren, I get half way down his length instantly more sexually fulfilled than ever. Groaning, Mr. Warren reaches out and pushes my soft tits upward before burying them in his mouth. Mr.

Warren sucking on my taunt pink nipples sends a signal to my pussy to gush. After that, I slide down on the entirety of Mr. Warren’s length emitting a deep moan as my lips stretch to their limits. At the end of my descent, my clit grinds against Mr. Warren while his solid dick inside me feels as though it is going to erupt out of my mouth. Mr. Warren reaches around me, pulls the lever underneath the seat giving are increasingly faster paced thrusting some space. Now with Mr. Warren slightly reclined, I extend my arms back,

placing my palms on the dashboard. Grinding up and down, my chest is aloft, bouncing up and down in time with the in and out motion of Mr. Warren’s dick. Completely lost in the thrill of fucking someone new, I moan loudly overtop of the gushing wind as we zoom down the highway. With a dick so big, each I time I push downward it feels like I’m being split open for the very first time. Enthralled by the feeling, I swivel my round little hips back and forth sending Mr. Warren’s penetrating member in little 360’s around my insides hitting

every conceivable pleasure point. When Mr. Warren’s pounding from below starts to increase, my head now leaning backward feels dangerously close to going straight through the front window. To keep this from happening, I lean in on him grasping around his neck resting the rise and fall of my tits on his chest and let him pound away. I feel embarrassed for Dean, because he never fucks me like this. His method is all gentle and loving—never really giving me the chance to have my clit slammed and grinded. His dad’s

vicious fucking is causing me to moan, sweat, and scream. Trying out a new position to hammer my pussy, Mr. Warren swings me upward positioning my ass up in the air and his back to the passenger window. The seat not being wide enough for both us, I’m forced to lean my face down close into Dean’s pumping fist. Lowering his hand to the bottom half of his cock, I slide my open mouth over Dean’s dick letting the thrusting of Mr. Warren’s pumping from behind propel Dean’s dick deep into my mouth.

Never have I ever even considered fucking two guys at once. I guess for a girl from a small conservative community, these things don’t even cross your mind. However, I feel more sexually gratified than ever with Mr. Warren’s throbbing member relentlessly brutalizing me from behind while my moans are absorbed by Dean’s dick. Being impaled between dicks, I bring my hand down to my engorged clit and start rubbing in time. The idea of being a cog in this fuck machine sends every dirty thought

I’ve never had coursing through my brain; I want to go back to the festival and have every boy in the park fuck me . . . . I want to be covered in cum from top to bottom . . . I want not only want to be fucked by Mr. Warren’s long pipe in front of Dean, but my whole graduating class . . . I want to be spanked, choked, and slapped while tied to a table and humiliated . . . I want everyone on this goddamned highway to see my delicate young pussy stretched to its limits. My whole body is tingling with an excitement it has never known. I’m

choking and moaning on Dean’s dick. I feel so good. I’m whimpering and begging to be fucked harder. Apparently, my never before seen excitement has gotten to Dean, and he starts bucking wildly into my mouth as the car veers erratically from left to right. I lift up my head and jerk his cock hard instructing him to “fucking cum” which comes out all staccato with the force of Mr. Warren’s momentum. While jerking Dean, and being furiously pumped from behind, a mammoth wave of an orgasm surges through me. I scream “I’m

cumming” as my climaxing pussy contracts around Mr. Warren’s nine inch dick. Grabbing a hand full of my strawberry blonde hair, Dean forces my mouth over his erupting cock. A warm flood fills my mouth, squirt after squirt, before I pull upward and swallow hard. After wiping my mouth with the back of my arm, I reach back and rest my hand on Mr. Warren’s side to let him know not to stop. Dean pants in the driver seat,

looking ashamed that he came way before his father. He seems even more distraught that I now focus my full attention on his dad. Knowing we both just came, but not even considering stopping, Mr. Warren flips me over on my back. Pulling my legs apart he places one of my feet on the front window and the other on the passenger window. Mr. Warren then shoves his phenomenally long dick back inside my gaping moist pussy. My head has nowhere to go but back in Dean’s lap. Still moaning in

between rapid little breaths I’m left to stare up at Dean’s face, which has the familiar to me, post orgasm flush. Meanwhile, Mr. Warren picks back up his determined pace. After several more minutes of robotic thrusting, Dean announces, “We have about two more hours and the suns coming up guys. A lot of people are staring. That guy in the truck has been following us for a half hour. Maybe we need to wrap this shit up.” “No fucking way, Dean. I gotta finish tonight cause this might not ever

happen again,” Mr. Warren plaintively pleads while not letting up for a second. I don’t say anything, but completely agree—a decision seconded by the post orgasmic waves of sheer pleasure undulating up from Mr. Warren’s thrust. “Well, I’m about to fall asleep, maybe one of you should drive,” Dean says nervously proposing another reason we should stop our relentless fucking. “No Dean, shut the fuck up, and just let us finish,” I say. “Fuck it, whatever, I can’t be

jealous—I let this happen. Just grab me an Electrocute, do something interesting, and don’t get cum on me,” Dean says while starting to massage his flaccid dick again. I do love Dean so much—he’s so laid back—not mention his short recovery time. While Mr. Warren continues to fuck me wide, we decide to discuss the possibilities. “Hell yeah!” Mr. Warren says accepting the challenge. “You ever

fucked Mary in the ass?” “Tried a few times, but no cigar. I vote to see it.” “No fucking way. Your dad is fucking huge, in case you haven’t noticed,” I say my voice coming out all staccato from Dean’s dad’s relentless jack hammering. “Yeah. But, I’m driving and I’m sooo tired.” “Maybe just the tip,” I reason. “I’ll probably blow my load that far in anyway,” Mr. Warren inform us.

“I’ve been about to cum for an hour now . . . I just don’t want it to stop.” “Fuck it, let’s go,” I say rubbing my clit while positioning my ass in between the two front seats. Mr. Warren slides his dick deep in my wet pussy, then pulls it out rubbing my juices all over the tip and tellingly all the way to the base. Then Mr. Warren positions the tip of his dick at the entrance of my pink asshole. He then pushes in as my anus contracts over his width pulling it inside me.

“Shit,” I exclaim as I realize how connected my two holes are. My pussy oozes dollops of fluid that splash next to Dean’s energy drink. Instantly, I reach down and shove my fingers in my crampt pussy feeling Mr. Warren’s dick pushing into my asshole. After Mr. Warren gets halfway inside me, I’m exploding into the most complete orgasm I’ve ever experienced. My violently convulsing body sends Mr. Warren to my depths, and whether he wanted to last longer or not, he spasms inside of me. His pent up orgasm sends a

wash of hot fluid into me, prolonging my orgasm even further. “Fuck,” Dean’s dad moans into the night, while emptying his seed deep inside of my virgin ass. After this, the air is still electric over the night’s occurrences, but the sexual tension for me is still there. I fall back into the back seat and pull up one of the sleeping bags over my naked and abused body. I pull Dean’s dad into the back seat with me, forcing him behind me. I reach between my legs to place his softening cock between my thighs. Right

away, Mr. Warren curls up nestled behind me and falls asleep. I’m completely blown away by what has just happened and where we all will stand by this evening, but I’m already thinking about giving Mr. Warren the keys to wherever I live. Ah, the things you’ll do to not fall asleep. Truthfully, I’m so exhausted I can’t wait to get home to my bed in my parents’ house and drift away recalling the best night of my life.

****************************** Published by Seductive Shivers Copyright 2013