A story of experience, finding love in family, and how one kinky girl finally finds her place in a much older man’s arms

I’ve never been much different from the other girls I
saw everyday at school. In fact, I was exactly like
them, wanting to be hip, wanting to be pretty, wanting
to be seen with the hot popular guys. And that’s
exactly what it was like until my mother decided to
divorce my dad when I was 8. It was a shock to both of
us, as they had seemed to get along pretty well, but
that was that, and my mother was pretty much out of my
life since then.

My dad had a hard time coping with the loss, and for a
few years he kept bringing a new girlfriend every
couple of months, and then something wouldn’t work. Of
course, this affected me greatly, because I loved my
dad as every daughter does, but I also remembered my
mom, and wanted my mom, and every time my dad brought a
new girl, it felt like he was betraying us both. My
grades began falling, but not to a problematic point,
and I began to be more closed off with my friends.

When I turned 14, my periods already had started, I had
given a blowjob to one of my boyfriends, and everything
seemed to be picking up a little, save one thing. My
dad had now stopped inviting girls and was often sad
and depressed, and I kept trying to cheer him up. I
tried many diverse ways, but nothing really worked,
till one day I decided to kiss him on the lips. It was
not really sexual in my mind, just a way to show my dad
I loved him lots. He was taken aback, but to my
surprised, after a few seconds, he kissed me back
passionately in one of the sexiest and best kisses I’d
ever had. That’s when it really started.

After that, me and my dad started talking more, and
holding hands sometimes, but we kept that dad-daughter
dynamic still. Even when, eventually, he took my
virginity, before I turned 15, and we kept fucking, it
was more for relief and fun than for any romantic
reason. I still slept in my room, and he in his, and
we’d get on the same bed only to fuck or play around,
and we both saw nothing wrong with it.

Several years later, I found myself at 21, still
fucking my dad almost every day, but I wasn’t in any
serious relation, and my dad was pretty much the only
person I was fucking. I confided in a close friend who
told me that he knew a girl who also had started
fucking her father, but then who had went on to fuck
her grandfather. I gave the idea a quick thought, and
decided that, since I had already crossed the incest
line, I might as well keep going. My grandfather (on my
dad’s side) was still quite fit and healthy at 75, and
I decided after a few weeks of thinking about it, to
visit him.

It didn’t take much time for me to seduce him, and I
quickly moved in into his house instead. My
relationship with him became a bit closer than the one
that I had had with my father, but still it wasn’t
quite what I was looking for. Yes the sex was good, and
we had a lot of fun, especially doing kinky things, and
it was with my grandpa that I first experienced things
like water-sports, and some bondage. After a few months
of relations, my grandfather also began to bring a few
of his friends, and we’d all fuck together, and it
would bring me much pleasure, but I didn’t consider any
of them to be likely mates. That is, until he brought
Andrew into the picture.

Andrew was quite a lot younger than my grandpa, in fact
he was only 46. But he was balding and quite a bit
overweight, and as is often the case in cases like him,
he hadn’t had much luck with girls. I agreed to fuck
him, mostly because I felt pity for him, and because I
had never been with a man that was really overweight
before (I had been with some fat and bulky men, but not
quite his size). And to my surprise, the night that we
fucked, I had the biggest orgasm in my life.

Andrew was good at sex. He was attentive, he knew how
to turn me on in the foreplay, he didn’t move too
quickly, and his cock, his cock ladies was divinely
long and thick. We kept fucking, and after a while, I
became Andrew’s girlfriend. I moved into HIS place, and
we kept going out and dating and drinking, and fucking
all the time, and I loved it and I was more satisfied
than I had ever dreamed of. We dated for about a year
till we decided to marry.

Once the decision that we would marry was taken, I
decided it would be a good time for me to visit
Andrew’s dad named Carl, who I had never seen before.
Carl at 78 was bald and he was thick, although not as
fat as Andrew, and I knew as soon as I saw him that I
had to see if he was as good at fucking as his son.
That night we stayed at his house, and I got up in the
middle of the night, and went to Carl’s bedroom.

I had been flirting and making signs at him all day so
he was not surprised to see me there, and too happy to
fuck me. I got on my back and that older fat man got
naked, and I saw his lovely cock, and seeing it, I knew
I wouldn’t mind that he was old or fat. He entered me
slowly and nicely, sucking at my breasts and he fucked
me back and forth passionately and deeply, and with the
biggest fattest cock I had ever seen.

After he had cum inside me, I was more satisfied and
more happy than I’d ever been. Andrew and I went back
home. Now, Andrew did enjoy seeing me fuck other men
sometimes, so I gave him a deal, from that day until
the day we would marry about 6 months later, I would go
live in his dad’s house, so that we could have fun and
so Carl could get me pregnant. Andrew, loving me and
knowing he could not live without me agreed
reluctantly. I took my things and went to live at
Carl’s house.

I’ve been living at Carl’s house for almost 3 months
now. I do whatever he wants me to do, however kinky it
may be. He has fucked me countless of times and we
have done a hundred things in sex that I didn’t even
know existed. I have never been satisfied, and I hope
he doesn’t get me pregnant yet in the whole six months,
so I have an excuse to go back and fuck him some more.
I don’t mind leaving Andrew alone, because although I
love him, his father satisfies me a hundred times more,
and as time passes by I do think I have fallen in love
with him.

I hope my relationship with him continues as long as he
is alive, and that he does get me pregnant, because
nothing could make me happier than knowing the man I
love and satisfies me the most in the world, this much
older man than me, a man many women would say is fat
and ugly, has gotten me pregnant.

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