0 comments/ 45725 views/ 3 favorites A Great Trip By: a12b40 This is a first attempt at a true story. Feedback is appreciated. Names have been changed to protect the not so innocent. This may well be a first in a series. This was our first time, but I have plenty of other times to write about if i get good feedback. Another Army trip, but Jane was to accompany me. Normally, folks on a road trip are soon left staring glassy eyed at the road, or counting the cattle on the side of the highway. We used to be just like this until I read a great story years ago called “Instant Cash Giveaway”. In this story, the husband started offering his wife a challenge of flashing. “For $25 flash your breast at that trucker”. A great story. Let me tell a little about ourselves. Jane is just over 6 feet with a dark complexion, long legs, brown hair, and pert small breast. I have never seen her wear a bra, and the tee shirts she wears are always vee neck. I have often seen all the way down her shirt while in public as she leaned over to look as something. On a logical level I’m sure she knew it happened, but she also seemed unaware of it at that time. As to myself, I am 6’ 2”, 210 lbs with brown hair and I am told “penetrating” blue eyes. I also have a wicked imagination when it comes to new things in the sex world. The trip started innocently enough until I started to tease Jane about exhibiting herself. I knew if I cajoled her long enough, and with enough humor, she would end up doing it. “Honey, would you like for me to pay for your next trip to the Casino to play bingo? Just pull your shirt up when we pass this semi!” To my amazement, with no hesitation, she did it. We discussed it afterward and I came away with the understanding that she was an Exhibitionist at heart. She just never had the opportunity to indulge in it. Several more times in the next 100 miles of road, I had her flash her breast at truckers and others in cars. I was in heaven. We stopped just outside of a Army Post in the Ozark Mountains and visited an adult store that I had seen there. We have a wide assortment of toys for her at home, but thought we would add to them. A few sex story magazines and a great little vibrating later, we were back on the road. Jane started to read some of the stories to pass the time until I told her that she wasn’t the only one bored. She started to read them out loud. A few were hot exhibitionist stories and I could tell they were getting to her by the squirming I saw in the passenger seat. After several stories, I mentioned that the store clerk had been nice enough to include batteries for the toy we had purchased. (God bless his little heart). Jane grabbed the package and got out her vibe and batteries. We both took turns pushing the buttons. Variable speed with a great little rubber bear to rub against her clit, and the shaft gyrates around. Hmmm, interesting. As she started to play with it thru her s, I had her continue reading for a while. Ten minutes passed in this way and then she was undoing her pants. Driving along with my sexy wife next to me naked from the waist down and playing with her vibrator while reading sexy stories to me, my attention was hardly focused on the road. Boring, who said driving cross country was boring? Up ahead on the interstate I could see the traffic had come to a complete stand still. I slowed and Jane grabbed a blanket from the back seat to cover her lap. I pulled up next to a trucker and a tour bus. An accident had happened up the road about a mile so we would be here for a while. Jane continued slowly playing hide and seek with the toy. I could tell that the trucker had an idea what was happening under the blanket, but he was trying to conceal it. I reached over and started helping her, slowly rubbing her clit. She had started to breath heavy and letting her breath out in a slow silent whistle. I started playing faster with her clit, playing and teasing all the while. She may have noticed or not, but I worked the blanket down her legs little by little. Soon leaving no doubt to the trucker what was happening around him. People were walking around talking to one another within 3 feet of her open window. As i leaned over to get a better angle, i could see the truck driver watching intently. I winked at him to let him know that it was OK to watch. Her head tilted back and Jane had a shuddering silent orgasm with my fingers a blur on her clit. As she pulled the blanket back up to her waist, she laid her seat back till she was laid back, and decided to enjoy the after glow. I climbed out of the car and talked to a few of the motorist that were milling about, shaking hands in greetings, knowing that Jane was aware that my hands were still wet from her dripping pussy. As i looked back to the car, i could see the trucker trying to get the attention of my lady, but she was blissfully dazed and never noticed. As the traffic slowly began to unknot itself, I told her about the man watching her masturbate. No big surprise, she thought that was great. We discussed our next adventures possibilities. A Great Trip I'm Judy, am twenty-six and I've been divorced for two years. My dad, Glenn, is forty-eight and my mother died three years ago of lung cancer. He and my mom only had me and my ex- husband and I fortunately never had any children. So, Dad and I are all each of us has left in the world. Just so you understand there never has been anything out of the ordinary between him and I and I'm talking about what I am sure you are thinking about ...sex. He's my Dad and I'm his daughter ... period done. The phone rang that morning and it was him all, bright and cheery. "Hey sugar, I have a super surprise for both of us that I want to run past you. I just heard about it a half hour ago and I've just now finished stuttering." He said that as one sentence and with one breath and he was now gasping just a bit. "What is it now tiger? You found two twenty-one year old gorgeous gals to run off with except you can't figure out what to do with them. Is that it?" I asked. "No smarty pants. I always knew your mother and I never walloped your butt often enough when you were growing up to teach you respect for your elders." He said jokingly. "Are you sitting down or can't you find a chair large enough to hold your butt?" He asked. The size of my butt has always been a sore spot with me and he will point it out when he's trying to get a rise out of me. "I'm sitting big shot. What's your surprise?" "Well, I am not sure if you remember me telling you I bought a fifty dollar lottery ticket the Knights of Columbus was selling six months or so ago for a trip around Europe and you telling me I was a fool. Something about 'a fool and his money were easily parted' was your comment. Well, guess who won it smart mouth? Yours truly." "You're kidding. What is the trip for?" I asked. "Well, the whole thing is three weeks and the flight leaves Newark to London's Heathrow. The hotel is booked for four nights there and then a tour package leaves London and tours southern England for four days seeing all that area has to offer. I then have a choice of them providing a rental car or getting on a train to travel the Chunnel under the English Channel and ending up in Paris. If I opt for the car rather than the train I can spend a week in western France touring that part of the country and then the Chateau's along the Loire valley before going up for the last week in Paris. If I opt for the train under the Chunnel I will end up in Paris and spend the rest of the trip there but taking a lot of day trips to many of the sights within a day's ride from Paris. All expenses will be paid and if I chose the rental car, which I am leaning towards, they provide a thousand Euro's' to cover expenses for that section of the trip. There's only one problem." By the time he had finished describing the trip I was the one who was breathless. "What the hell can the problem be? It sounds marvelous." "Weeeellll, the prize is for two and I can't seem to find one of those twenty one year old beauties you keep talking about for me. Sooooo, would you like to join me?" "Would I? Are you nuts? I'd love to. It is a part of the world I've always dreamed of touring and here it is ... paid for and on a silver platter. Look no further, you have a traveling companion tiger. When do we leave?" "There are pretty flexible about it. The flight out of Newark is the only one that is kind of tight but if I give them a week or so advance notice it won't be a problem. If you really want to accompany me why don't we schedule it for three weeks from today? If you can make that I'll call them tomorrow and tell them to get going with the tickets." "I'll either be able to make it with this job or I'll have a new job in six weeks." I sputtered. Dad had a terrific advantage as far as getting the time off. He owned the company! My boss was happy for me and wished me well and promised the job would be there and waiting for my return. I only had a weeks vacation left so I was going to be off a couple without pay but that was a small price to pay for a vacation of a lifetime. Dad had given me some great advice as far as clothes to bring. I was thinking of packing two or three suitcases and he was only going to take one along with a small carry on bag. His one had two sections, one of which had a couple of hangers and the other side was for everything else. He told me to pack one nice black evening dress with a matching shawl along with a jacket that could be used for a number of formal outings. He had a nice pair of slacks with a coordinated blazer, a couple of wash and wear white shirts, and a few ties in the hanger side of the case and his jeans, toilet items and casual shirts and slacks were packed tightly on the other side. His small carry one bag held two small plastic bags. When we started out, one held his clean underwear and the other was empty. As the trip went on he would use up the underwear and transfer the dirty underwear to the other plastic bag. Damn it worked great. I did the same thing and we were set with two suitcases and two carry-on bags. I also had one large purse that held a ton of necessary things like a camera, books to read while traveling etc. Dad had done a lot of traveling on the job and he knew whereof he spoke. One other thing dad was able to arrange, he got a daylight flight from Newark to London rather than the red eye special. We'll get into London around eight in the evening but it is damn sure better than trying to sleep on an overseas flight. The flight over was very nice. It was on Continental Airlines and they treated us very well. We had window seats, that is there were three seats between the aisle and the window and fortunately it was only the two of us in that row so we had a little room in which to stretch out. Clearing customs at Heathrow is almost a joke. When you get your luggage from the carousel you have a choice of two lines. One is for those with something to declare and the other is for those who have nothing to declare. We picked the latter and simply walked out of the terminal to the taxi stand ...real tight security!!. The hotel was terrific. It was located right on the edge of Hyde Park and a short taxi ride to many of the world famous sights of downtown London. Directly across the street was the famous "Speakers Corner" where anyone who wants can get a soapbox, climb up and speak to the world about their favorite subject and those listening try to heckle them down. We listened to a few of them while there and it was a riot. I actually thought some of them were going to come to blows. The only problem with the daylight flight from the States is you arrive in London too late to do any sightseeing and you use your first nights hotel stay without having seen anything that day. No matter, it is a very comfortable way to travel. We had a nice dinner in the hotel dining room with maybe one or two too many drinks. So who's counting ... we're on vacation. There was one minor problem with the room. It only had one queen- size bed. We went down to the front desk trying to change it to one with two beds but they were booked solid and couldn't do it for a couple of nights. Hell, we'll be out of there by then. No problem, we'll just lay at the edge of our own side of it. That first night did prove a little dangerous for a couple of times during the night I rolled over and stayed in that position and Dad did the same and we found ourselves almost nose to nose until one of us awakened and moved back to the edge. No problem as we kept in mind this was all free! Our first full day in London was fantastic. We maybe overindulged and saw so much our eyes were spinning. I know my feet were sore and Dad's were too. We hit the bar in the hotel around four and downed a few while we rehashed all we had seen that day. Tired as we were it was still wonderful. Our plans were to grab a couple of hours of shuteye before going out for dinner. We had been given the names of a few of London's famous restaurants and we were bound and determined to try at least one before leaving the city. The afternoon nap went OK with another bit of the same trouble we had during the previous night. One or both of us rolled towards the center of the bed while we are sleeping. This time is was a bit more serious. I rolled towards Dad and must have thrown my arm over him. He pushed himself back to me so I was snuggling to his back with my breasts smashed against him. I am built very much the same as my mother was ... large breasts with a tiny waist and a butt a few inches larger than I would like. We awakened as if nothing had occurred out of the ordinary, showered, dressed and went out for our first class dinner. Dad had made reservations for nine and the place was only a five minute taxi ride so we had it made as far as time was concerned. The dinner was fabulous and once again we maybe, just maybe, had one or two too many drinks. We were through with dinner at eleven and decided to walk the few blocks back to the hotel. The streets are very well lighted and the maitre de swore this was a crime free area of town and walking wouldn't be a problem. We had one nightcap back at our hotel before retiring for the night. The single bed became a huge problem that night. Sometime during the night Dad had rolled to the center of the bed and was snuggling against my back but this time it was his arm over my back and that left his hand dangling in front of my breast. I felt him cup it tight as he pulled himself to me and then he stayed just like that without any more movement. A few hours later I felt that he had become aroused and his penis was touching against my lower back. "Dad, wake up. This isn't working too well." "What's the matter honey?" As he was saying that he could feel what the trouble was and he scooted back so he was almost hanging off the edge of his side of the bed and said, "I'm so sorry babe. I was dreaming and obviously forgot where I was." "No problem. I've felt the same thing from my ex many times" I was getting the firm feeling that this was eventually going to be a major problem and the thoughts went through my mind as to what I would do if it looked as if having sex with my own father was inevitable. I certainly wasn't aiming for it but this bed could be the cause of it. The next time was my fault and was far more serious than anything that had happened so far. It was me who rolled to the center and he had rolled part way there on his side before then. We were face to face and less than a foot apart. He finally rolled away from me and this time it was me who threw my arm over him and pulled him back. To this day I can't remember wondering if this was what I really wanted to do but nevertheless I had done it. Dad sort of grumbled a bit and then rolled back to face me and now we were almost nose to nose again. He was aroused again and I could feel his penis pressing against my abdomen. As I turned away from him my hand brushed against it and it was hard as a rock. Oh damn, I had gone too far to go back. He was now fully awake and whispered, "Are you sure this is what you want?" My back was to him and I said, "Dad, hush. I am going to move over to the chair to sleep." "No you're not honey. Just lay there and let nature take its course. What's the old Italian saying 'Whatever will be, will be'?" His cock was now protruding out from the fly of his PJ's and was poking between my legs. The hand he had cupping my breast was pulling me to him and I could feel the head of his cock rubbing against my pussy right through my panties. It almost seemed as if he did it in one swift move but he had dropped a hand to my waist and put a finger under the top of my panties and with one tug pulled them down to the middle of my thighs. The head of his cock was now lying between my pussy lips and I could feel it pulsing. "Oh God forgive me for I know what we are about to do." I moaned. I pushed my hips back at him and slipped a hand down between my legs and guided him into me. Damn, I was fucking my own father. What a slut I must be. He had raised his hands again and had one cupping each breast. They also enabled him to pull me back to him and allowed his cock to penetrate me even further. His thrusts were slow and easy and his fingers were lightly massaging my nipples. "Honey, I am going to slip out of you and pull your panties off and push you on your back. I want to do this facing you." That was the perfect time to stop the whole thing if I was so inclined but I didn't. I lay there as my panties were removed and I actually rolled on my back without any help from him and had my legs open and waiting for him to roll on top of me. It didn't take him long. He slipped himself into me and leaned forward and kissed me deeply. Kissing my father shocked me but considering what we were doing I have no idea why I felt shocked. "Honey, I never planned this but it does feel wonderful." he whispered. He was holding himself up on his elbows and keeping his weight off me as he thrust in and out. It wasn't just him, I was thrusting every bit as hard as he was and soon had my legs wrapped around his back and had my hands clasping his neck and pulling him down for more kissing. He was fucking me the way I always wanted to be fucked ... slow and easy with the thrusting going all the way to the base and then up and almost out of me before being driven back to the base. "Dad, dad, I am going to come. I can feel it." I'll hold off as long as I can and then pull out honey. I am not wearing a condom." "Daaaaaaaddddd." I screamed as I let go. He kept driving in and out for another minute or so before pulling out and taking his cock in his hand and jacked off. It didn't seem as if the streams of his juices would ever stop and it wasn't long before my stomach was almost covered with them. He obviously hadn't had sex for some time and it had built up in him. He lowered himself and then rolled off the bed and stepped to the bathroom and grabbed a hand towel to wipe me off. We then lay in each other's arms for what seemed forever. "Dad, I never meant for that to happen and I just know God will punish me for it." "Nonsense honey. We love each other and there wasn't anything forced. I have obviously loved you since the day you were born but I never felt closer to you than I did during the last few minutes. Judy, you have to admit it was fantastic." "You're right. The last sex I had was with my ex and that was a long time ago. I missed it but I will honestly say it wasn't ever this good." We lay there and he used his fingers to trace the rim of my nipples. Every now and then he would lean forward and kiss one and perhaps take it between his lips and nip it ever so tenderly. He then dropped his hand to between my legs and I recoiled as I felt his fingers delving in and out of my pussy. "Dad, you shouldn't be doing that." "Shhhh, lay back and enjoy." He had his fingers not only just spreading my pussy lips but also had found my clit and was touching it ever so lightly. He kept that up until I was damn near climbing the wall with passion when he suddenly stopped and slid down and the bed and replaced his fingers with his face and tongue. "Oh God, why are you letting this happen?" I asked into the air. Almost as soon as I said that his tongue had my clit aroused more than it had been in as far back as I could remember. My ex did not go in for oral sex. He was using his hands to hold my hips tightly to his face and his tongue was doing some kind of magic on me. He must have felt my orgasm start for my moaning started at the same time the pulsing in my pussy lips began. He instantly pulled out and moved up and rammed his cock into the hilt. It had gotten hard while he had his face between my legs and his was going to use it now to bring me to a complete orgasm. It didn't take long. I was tossing my hips from side to side and pulling his face down for me to kiss and reaching down and touching his cock. Whew, this was going to be an orgasm to end all orgasms. I was right. The waves of passion came over me and I couldn't stop throwing myself up at him. It must have lasted a good few minutes but I never thought it would end. We just lay there with his still hard cock buried in me. He slipped out and rose up in the bed and when we were face to face again he gave me a kiss and then with one hand behind my head pushed it down. Holy shit, my father wanted me to suck his cock. I let my lips trace around the ring below the head of it at the same time my tongue was flicking all over the head. I had a hand stroking it lightly and then opened my mouth and took as much of him in as I could with one smooth motion. I must have had about four inches in before I started to bob up and down. I could feel the pulsing in his shaft and hear the moaning start but I didn't want him to come that quickly so I stopped and just lay there. I let my hand drop down and caressed his balls running my finger up and down the seam in his scrotum. That got him twitching his ass and he now had both of his hands on the top of my head holding me almost so I wouldn't escape. Ha, I had no thoughts of that at all. As soon as I started to bob again I knew that I was going to keep it up until he had his orgasm. I was going down as far as I could without gagging and then all the way up so that I was just holding the head of his cock with my lips and then dropping all the way down again. The pulsing started again and this time I kept right on going. It wasn't but a moment later I felt him shooting his load deep in my throat and I was taking as much of it as I could in my mouth and I was frantically swallowing every drop. He didn't come as much as he did the first time but that was understandable. The first time was as if he was emptying himself. His moaning lasted for what seemed forever. "Damn honey, that was unbelievable." "Sure I am going straight to Hell for doing it so I am glad you enjoyed it." I said with tears in my voice. That pissed him off big time. "Will you stop that shit. Enough is enough. We love each other and we are giving each other some pleasure and there isn't a damn thing wrong with that. It would be totally different if you were some young kid of a daughter and I was pressuring or forcing you into sex but that isn't the case at all. So stop it and stop it NOW." I thought I would be a smart ass again so I said in a small squeaky voice, "Yes Daddy, I'll do whatever you want." Whack. This time he did slap my ass and slapped it hard. "Keep that up and you'll get it again." Damn, that hurt so much it brought tears to my eyes. "Geez, you didn't have to hit me so hard." "Yes I did. You went beyond what was acceptable humor and you know it. Now get up here along side of me and pull the covers up so we can get some sleep." I guess I did go too far with the little girl stuff and he sure let me know about it. It was then in the wee hours of the night and we needed to get to sleep if we were going to be able to move about in the morning. He spooned to me with one hand cupping my breast as we fell into a deep sleep. We were up bright and early and I jumped out of bed and dashed to the bathroom. I needed to use the toilet and I also wanted to get into the shower rather than lounge around with more sex. Dad was right behind me and we were dressed and down in the breakfast room before nine. Our rental car was in the hotel's on-site garage and they brought it around to the front as soon as they saw us getting up from our breakfast. Such service! We drove for miles around that part of Southern England enjoying it immensely. The thatch roofed cottages were just what we had imagined the area would look like. Narrow roads with homes with a sidewalk between them and the road surface. The whole area was very picturesque. We still had a lot more to see in London and then we would be touring a lot more of southern England in the days ahead. Back to the hotel and this time I drove. It was unique and kind of scary at first with the driving on the opposite side of the street than we do in the States. I got used to it pretty fast but what I didn't get used to was looking the wrong way when ready to step off the curb to cross a street. I constantly wanted to look left before stepping out and that would have sent me to the hospital or morgue rather fast. Some of the roadways in downtown London have the words "Look Right" painted on them at busy intersections, obviously for the millions of tourists wandering about. A Great Trip I pulled the car up to the curb in front of the hotel and the parking attendant was out in a flash. As we walked through the lobby the desk clerk called us over to him to tell us they had had an early departure and were able to switch us to a room with two queen sized beds. They had gathered our stuff and transferred everything for us. Wow, if that had happened the previous afternoon I wouldn't have had sex with my father. Dad knew exactly what I was thinking and took my hand as we walked to the elevator. I used the keycard to open the door and found it was a suite rather than just a plain room. It was spacious. Dad was still holding my other hand and as we entered the room he pulled me around and kissed me long and hard. "Judy, I know what you are thinking and there really isn't anything that can be done about what happened. You know that I enjoyed it and I know that you did too. As I told you a few times there wasn't anything wrong with what we did ... we love each other and are adults." His kiss warmed me right to my toes. "Dad, I know that and let me let you in on a little secret. I am happier than hell it happened and if you don't get your clothes off quickly I will tear them off." The sex that afternoon was precious. We lay naked side by side with our hands roaming each other's body. He seemed to be taken with my breasts and kept dipping his head so he could use his mouth on my nipples and then he would rise up and plant a big kiss on my mouth. I let my hand drop to his crotch and held his now soft cock in my grip. I let my fingers massage it a bit and could feel it coming to life. When it was completely hard I took the initiative and pushed him on his back and slid on top of him. I was going to ride him like a bronco. I was up on my knees with my pussy lips perfectly positioned above the head of his cock. He was holding it vertical with one hand so I could guide myself directly on to it. I dropped down slowly feeling the head of his cock open me up. I stayed like that for just an instant before letting myself go and in one smooth motion dropped all the way. He was in me so deeply it felt as if going to come out of my mouth. He still hadn't got any condoms so we were going to have to go through the crap of him pulling out and spraying the place with his come again. Damn his cock felt great in me. He was rising up to be in sync with my motions and his very actions were driving himself in me even further or at least in me as far as was humanly possible. It wasn't long before I felt the warmth start deep in my groin and every woman would know the feeling as it came over me. I started to move faster and drop down harder so his pubic hairs were rubbing against my clit with each movement. That was it ... "Dad, I'm coming and it is going to be out of this world." The juices flowed freely out of my pussy and down his shaft and all of a sudden he pushed me to the side and rose quickly so he was kneeling over my chest and jacked himself off so he was spurting his white hot come all over my chest. I want him to get some condoms but this feels pretty nice too. I am just afraid that one time we wouldn't be able to get him out of me in time and the last thing either of us would want is for me to get pregnant. Our sightseeing around the rest of downtown London was fantastic. There are a lot of wonderful world famous sights to see but Buckingham Palace is in a class by itself. After seeing everything we had on our to-do list we called an end to London and headed out into the countryside to see rural Southern England. It was beautiful but when we got away from the big cities the hotel facilities were non-existent. We found a number of rooming houses without elevators or rooms with baths. Ugh. We did learn a new phrase 'en-suite' when trying to check into one of the B&B's. It means, "there is a bathroom in the room." Ah well, live and learn as the saying goes. Our sex life was pretty much as it had been the first few days back in London but I was getting a lot less critical of myself for indulging in sex with my father than I had initially. He has turned out to be one hell of a lover. The trip through the Chunnel was fascinating and something to talk about but the drive down the French coast was spectacular. The scenery was unforgettable and every mile brought us closer to that history-laden area of WW2 fame ... Normandy. It would take a whole book to describe the sights and feelings that come over anyone visiting there. We did find the very nice little town of Bayeux only about seven or so miles back from the D-Day beaches and yet never received one shell during the battles that raged so close. Our hotel, The Winston Churchill, was the sight of a sexcapade I won't forget soon. We checked in during the late afternoon, went out for dinner and then walked the streets of the town before returning to our suite. It had two very large rooms and a bathroom larger than some of the rooms we had in England. When we came in from dinner and our walk I stripped and was busy getting my clothes sorted out for the next day when Dad came up behind me and put his arms around me and was cupping my breast. "Mmmm, feels good tiger" "Judy, I want to do something we have never tried. I want to fuck you from the rear as you are bending over something like a chair." With that he took my hand and walked me over to the back of an overstuffed chair in the sitting room and positioned me to face the front of the chair before bending me down over the back. I hadn't noticed it but he was as hard as a steel rod and he positioned it in line with my pussy and then took hold of my hips and both pushed his ass at me and pulled mine back at him. That was it. His cock slipped in to the hilt and I gasped. The natural curve of his hard shaft and the upward internal curve of my vaginal canal had his cock touching places completely virgin. Damn, it felt great. For some reason it felt as if it was in me further than it ever had been before. Whatever, it felt terrific and he started a slow but steady thrusting and I was doing the same back to him. After a bit of that he started to pound a lot harder and it felt as if he was going to split me open. "Go easy. It's hurting a little." I turned and looked at him over my shoulder and he was biting his lower lip and had his eyes shut. It was as if he were in a trance. His thrusting was getting faster and he was pulling me back harder when I heard him moan and knew his orgasm was only a few seconds away. He pulled out and was shooting his come all over the floor in front of him and between my legs. We stayed like that while he was still coming and then I felt something different. He had slipped down and had his face positioned in my pussy but this time from the rear. He had never done that before and the feeling of his tongue hitting the spots with which he was certainly familiar from the front but now touching from the other side was awesome. He pushed me up over the back of the chair even further and then raised up on his knees to get a better angle for his face. I honestly thought I was going to explode with the orgasm he was bringing me to. When I finally let go I actually screamed a little before realizing the commotion we were making and I bit the heel of my hand to quiet myself. My orgasm was the most intense I ever had. As soon as it was over I pushed back and lifted myself up to a standing position and then reached down and brought him up to join me and the kiss we had seemed to last forever. A minute or so later we heard loud applause coming from the front of our suite that faced a courtyard. We looked over at the window and could see a guy and girl in a window across the courtyard watching us. They had seen our sexual activity and were giving us a round of applause. Dad whispered, "Let's take a bow." We turned to the window and make the most theatrical bow the couple had ever or will ever see. They roared and their applause was even louder. The guy yelled across to us, "The drinks are on us" in a very heavy French accent A few minutes later there was a knock at the door and when Dad answered it was greeted by a waiter pushing a cart holding a bottle of cognac and one of Champagne in an ice bucket with the appropriate glassware. Dad opened the cognac and poured us each a glass and we went to the window and yelled "Merci." The couple returned to their window and as we raised our glasses to them took their own version of a theatrical bow. We noticed one difference – they were now both nude and the fellow had a hard on. We laughed uproariously and gave them a round of applause. We retired to the bedroom and sipped our Champagne as we lay in the bed just recounting the trip so far. What we had seen we that we liked and what we would never recommend others see. Dad is quite the romantic. He told me to lie on my back and he reached his glass over me and poured just a little Champagne in my navel. I almost jumped off the bed with the shock but he then leaned over and licked up ever drop from me. "OK big shot, where did you learn to do that?" I asked. He never answered me. Perhaps my mother? The next morning we were down in the breakfast room and met the couple of the night before. She was a stunner and looked as if she had eyes for my dad. The fellow was very nice and they invited us to join them for croissants and coffee. We graciously accepted and settled down for some great laughter. They were Claude and Nicole, both French and spoke very broken English but their English was a million times better than our French. Our table was over in a corner and there weren't any other customers near us when she said that would like to have done to her what dad had done to me. I said that when we write our book on the subject we'd send them an autographed copy and everyone laughed. She, the devil that she was, said, maybe you'll, looking at my father, will come over and demonstrate the proper way. I laughed but said. "Nope, no demonstrations." Everyone laughed but her. I better keep an eye on my good-looking father. We finished our breakfast and said au revoir and retrieved our car from the car park. We were headed south that morning to see some of the famous sights along that coastline and then further inland along the Loire valley and two chateau's I wanted to visit. We stayed off the main road not wanting to just see the towns and scenery flashing past from a superhighway but we wanted to see the small towns and people along the secondary roads. That first afternoon we checked into a B & B in the town of Le Mans of auto racing fame. It was very nice and we still had almost the whole bottle of cognac from the night before. We had a sip or two and then walked the quaint old town and loved it. We hadn't gotten more than a few blocks when we heard a horn honking rather excitedly. Whoever was blowing it was trying to get someone's attention. You guessed it. It was Nicole from the night before and it was us she was honking at. Damn, they were nice people but the gal could be a problem if she kept on trying to make my father. She pulled up next to us and asked if we wanted to ride with her to her house in the next town up the road. She offered to have her chef prepare a great dinner for us. Her CHEF! Who the hell had we gotten involved with? We were both a little flustered with the offer and Dad finally agreed and thanked her for her hospitality. Her car was a convertible and she leaned the passenger seat forward for access for me to the back seats allowing Dad to have the front seat with her. I will say the bitch is clever. A few miles up the road she pulled into a circular stone drive leading up to a magnificent stone house. It couldn't be called a chateau but it was damn big. She had no sooner stopped the car in front of the place when a man came running out to hold open the drivers side door for her and then ran around the car to do the same for the passengers door. Dad and I were wondering who we had met up with. She led us inside and showed us the downstairs area and we were awestruck. It was magnificent. She led us through the first floor and out the back to a lovely little courtyard and as soon as she sat a butler type came over asking what she would like to drink. She chose a whiskey and soda and we each had a martini. Dad finally broke the ice. "Nicole, you obviously have impressed us with your lovely home and the servants to care for it and you but at the risk of being rude I have to ask you where did all this come from?" She laughed and said, "Well, my parents had passed away a few years earlier so I was the only one left of the family. It was all my uncle's and in addition to this home he left me a lovely apartment in Paris and enough money to pay for a lifetime of servants, taxes and maintenance on both places. In addition he left a trust fund that will keep me from having to work for the rest of my life. He had several patents used in automobiles and aerospace so as the song says, 'the money keeps rolling in.'. I had to speak up and said, " With all of that and your stunning good looks you must have men falling at your feet." "You are very sweet Judy and yes, I do get a lot of phony guys who want not only a piece of my ass but a large chunk of my money." We all roared with her candor. She excused herself and left through the double doors and returned in a few minutes. The butler came over to see if we were ready for another martini that we both refused. "I ordered lamb chops that I hope you will enjoy." "Enjoy hell ... that is my favorite dinner of all time." Dad said. She simply smiled. Like the bitch knew already. "Guys, I have something to talk with your about and that is what I saw going on in your room from my balcony last night. When I asked about having Glenn demonstrate what you guys had done I knew that would upset you Judy but I didn't know how else to ask. You see, Claude is gay. You might have seen that he was aroused but Glenn that was from looking at you, not at Judy or me. His hard on went down as soon as we went away from the window. The only reason I travel with him is that he keeps the wolves at bay and he is a great conversationalist. You might have also noticed his thing is very small and Glenn I couldn't help but see how large you were. He and I are just friends, nothing more. I would like for the two of you to think about it again and let me know tomorrow. All right?" (This was all said in broken English/French so it took a while.) Dad and I just looked at each other and nodded affirmatively. "Good, let's have another drink and I will take you on a tour of the grounds before the lamb is ready." When she said 'the grounds' we had no idea what she was talking about. The home, garden and the area immediately around the main house sat on about ten acres. But, those ten acres were sitting in the middle of four hundred and fifty acres of farmland. Talk about an estate ... this was one. The dinner and drinks couldn't have gone over better. She taught us a French card game and we played it until almost midnight. I finally said that I would have to be getting to bed she stood and quickly offered us the use of one of the many bedrooms in the place. Dad graciously refused and she called for the car to drive us back. It was only a few minutes drive and when she pulled up in front of our B&B it sure looked run down compared to where we had just been. We thanked her for everything and promised to give her request serious thought. We were no sooner in the room and undressed when Dad asked me what I thought. I answered him very simply, "Our sex life will cease the day you are going to fuck every woman who ever throws herself at you." "Hold on honey. I was thinking about something a lot more intricate than what she suggested. Have you ever had sex with a woman?" "No, but there were a couple I would liked to have tried it with." I replied. "Well, we both think she is good looking gorgeous. What would you think about a threesome with her? You wouldn't have to perform on her but I could make it so that she would have to perform on you to get me to perform on her." "Sounds complicated but I think you are saying you would entertain her if she would do the same for me. Right?" "Yes, you and I could still get it on with each other during the session." "Interesting! Let's sleep on it." I suggested. We spooned that night and he entered me from the rear. The thrusting was slow and easy and when I came I threw myself back at him so hard it caught him by surprise and it almost drove him out of me. No problem, he was holding my breasts at the time so he had a solid handhold. The next morning we were downstairs for our breakfast and it appeared we were the only ones in the place. I told Dad that we ought to drive past Nicole's place that morning and make her the offer. If she accepts we will stay the night with her, it not we will simply keep going on our way. He thought that might be the way to handle it and off we went. When we drove up instead of the doorman coming out to greet us it was Nicole and she was in riding clothes. Apparently she has a small stable and was just returning from her morning ride. "Hi, I hope you guys slept all right. Did you give my question any thought?" Damn, she gets right to the point. Dad said that maybe we ought to go out to the courtyard where we enjoyed the drinks the previous afternoon to discuss what he and I had talked about. Once again we went through the place and she called out for coffee and some pastry. It was there almost before she had finished speaking. I don't know how these servants do that. Dad patiently explained just what we were willing to do if she was willing to go along with it. It was going to be up to her. If she refused there wouldn't be any hard feelings and we would just enjoy our coffee and then leave. She said "Wait a minute and let me make sure I understand. Glen, you will do to me what I saw you doing to Judy a few nights ago but Judy," and she turned to look at me, "you would like for me to make you feel good sexually. What does that include?" I was almost embarrassed talking about it but I simply said, "I would like for you to use your mouth and fingers on me to bring me to an orgasm." "Would you do the same for me?" She asked. "I don't know. It would depend on how I felt about it as it was going on." "Well, I've never done anything with a woman at all so it certainly would be something new." She answered. "The same for me Nicole." I answered. She looked from one of us to the other and clapped her hands and said, "Let's go." Dad sort of stuttered, "You mean right now?" "Well, yes. Would there be something wrong with that?" "No, no really but we just thought you would want to do it tonight when your house quieted down for the night." "Oh hell, we can use the guest cottage where I'll put you up for the night and that will be perfect for us today and tonight. Glen, just pull your car over to it and it will be easier to unload your luggage." It wasn't thirty minutes later that the three of us were stripped naked and getting ready to enjoy what we had discussed over the coffee and pastry. She had a marvelous body. She was twenty-eight and about five foot three and couldn't have weighed more than one hundred and ten. Her breasts were smaller than mine but so was her ass. Her waist was to die for. She was one very lovely woman and I was jealous as hell of her great shape. She went up to Dad with her arms spread wide and planted a huge kiss on his mouth. He responded with, "Nicole, I would love to see you and Judy in action while I get aroused watching you two." She instantly turned and came over to me. "Judy should we go over to the bed? I think it would be better don't you?" A Great Trip "Yes Nicole, it will make things easier for you." When we got to the edge to the king size bed I took her by the hand. She said, "Judy, I don't know what to do. I've never done this before." "Neither have I Nicole. Why don't you just do to me what you like a guy to do to you with his fingers and his mouth?" As I was saying this I lay back on the bed and scooted up so my head was on the pillows. "You might not believe this but it has been over a year since I have had sex. The last guy turned out to be an asshole and I broke it off with him as soon as I discovered that. So, I'll have to trust my memory for the things a guy did to me that I enjoyed." She lay beside me and reached over with her hand and lightly touched me between my legs. She let her fingers probe into my pussy lips and soon had her fingers searching out my clit. She had rested her head on one of my breasts and then leaned around and took a nipple in her mouth and sucked it gently. "Yes, Nicole, you are doing just fine." Her fingers were starting to work faster and she was letting a couple of them slip up inside of me. Whew, this gal has a great boyfriend who taught her this or she was a super self-learner. I was getting hotter than hell and told her to get her face and tongue down and work on me with them. She slid down on the bed and kissed all around my pussy lips before letting her tongue press between them. She had a couple of fingers inside of me as she let her tongue work on my clit. She started to fuck my pussy with the fingers she had in me as her tongue was working faster and faster. She raised her head up and asked, "Am I doing it right Judy?" "You are doing just great Nicole," as I pushed her head back down. I could hear my dad laughing as he was watching us as he was stroking himself I had put one hand on the back of her head and was pulling her to me but she didn't need any encouragement. Her face was buried in between the lips of my pussy and her tongue and fingers were flying over my clit and the inside of my vaginal canal as far as she could reach. I could feel the pressure of my orgasm start and it wasn't long before my juices were flowing. She gagged a bit but I held her head there and said, "Lick up every drop Nicole." She stayed right where she was licking and touching. Her face was away from my pussy by that time and she slipped a couple of fingers inside of me and pumped her hand fast and furiously. Whew, I can't remember I guy ever doing me so well. I reached down and pulled her face up to mine where I gave her a huge deep tongue kiss. That must have turned her on for she was pressing herself to me as hard as she could. The main question now was do I turn her over to my dad for his thing with her or do I reciprocate and do her. I had never done that and was somewhat afraid but she did me so well I thought it would be the least I could do for her. "Nicole, I'm going to do to you what you just did for me. Would you like that?" I asked softly. "Oh yes Judy. Glen can do the other thing later. OK Glen?" Dad just smiled and said, "Whenever you're ready Nicole." I pushed her head down on the pillow and slid down to get my face in position to give her some pleasure. I soon had my fingers spreading her pussy lips and letting a couple slide inside of her. My face was down near her crotch but I moved my whole body around so I was lying between her legs with my face staring at the lovely lips of her pussy. I lowered my mouth so I could lightly nip the inside of her thighs and then kiss and lick her thighs from the inside of them near the knees all the way up to the lower lips of her pussy. I did this to both legs while my fingers were gently opening and closing the lips of her pussy. When I finished nipping and licking I positioned my tongue so it had a clear shot at her clit. I moved my face in and let my tongue do its magic. It didn't take long before she was throwing her head from side to side with her long hair flailing away. It was clear she was enjoying it so I used my fingers on her pussy the way she used hers on mine. I folded them tent style and finger fucked her. She almost flipped when she felt them enter her and she as even more excitable when I opened and closed my fingers when they had penetrated as far up her vaginal canal as I could get them. "Judy, Judy, you are doing it just right. Oh yes. I am going to explode" (This was said in French and I had to ask her later what she had said). I kept doing exactly what I had been doing and sure enough she soon had her hands on the back of my head pulling me into her even further. "Judy, I am commmmmmiiinng" She was throwing her hips from side to side so violently I had a difficult time keeping my mouth where it was. It was only a few seconds later that I could taste her juices as they poured out of her. I stayed right there and licked up every drop and pushed my face even deeper between her widely parted pussy lips. "Oh God, that was wonderful." (Again in French.) I raised my face out of her crotch and lifted up to have our faces meet again. She threw her arms around the back of my neck and kissed me deeply. "Nicole, you simply have to speak English when we are together. I only understand a few French words and while I am trying hard to increase my vocabulary in your language it is going to take me a long time. So English please." She just held me with her lips an inch from mine and said, "I never thought I would enjoy making love to a woman more than a man. You are much more tender than a man." "I feel the same way Nicole. It was wonderful." "Glen, how about if we have a drink or two before we do anything else?" "That'll be fine sweet thing. Would you like me to pour?" "No thanks, I would feel as if I were a terrible hostess if you did." Dad had stopped stroking himself and we all just sat around and chatted. When she heard we were leaving that area in a few days and heading up to spend some time in Paris she volunteered the use of her place there to us. We explained we already had a place waiting for us and she asked if we had ever seen the size of a Paris hotel room. She carefully explained what we could expect and that made us a little concerned. "How about this" She said excitedly. "We'll go up together. You can see your room in the hotel and if you don't like it you can join me in my apartment. Either way I'll play tour guide for you in the city." "Sounds great to me." I responded. Dad was sitting off on the sofa and looked at Nicole's fantastic body and said, " Nicole, how about getting on with what you originally wanted? Get up and come over to the sofa." She didn't make a move so he walked over and reached out his hand and pulled her up. "I'm going to open you up sweet thing. I'll go very slow and gentle until you get accustomed to it."" "OK. I never had a very big cock in me before and I don't want you to hurt me." He gently pushed her sweet little body over the back of the sofa leaving her small tender ass sticking high in the air. He used his hand to line himself up with her pussy and then put the head of his throbbing cock against the lips of it. I could hear her gasp as she knew it wouldn't be much longer. Dad reached forward and put one of his hands on each of her hips and pulled her to him. That did it. He then had about half of his cock buried and she was breathing a lot harder than she was just a minute ago. He threw his hips at her harder and she managed to push her ass back at him. He gave one more thrust and he had her impaled on his rock hard shaft. "Oh yes Nicole, your pussy is so tight it feels terrific." "Mmmmm, Glen, fuck me harder." She shrieked. That was all he had to hear. He began throwing himself at her as hard as I had ever seen him do with me and was pulling her back to him with the same intensity. She started to moan big time and was soon humping back at him in sync with his forward thrusts. All of a sudden we heard a wolf type of howl come out of her as she had exploded. Another minute or two later he accompanied her with his own orgasm. He pulled out of her and lifted her higher on the arm of the sofa. He was about to do to her what he had done to me that Nicole and Claude had seen. Dad dropped to his knees and rammed his face into her pussy and had one hand under her ass and he was lifting it to meet his face and the other hand was running wild over her pussy. I saw an opportunity here and walked around to the front of the sofa and sat on the middle cushion. I then raised one leg and threw it over the back of the sofa and scooted forward until I had my pussy under Nicole's mouth and then just lay back. Wow, she didn't miss a stroke. She soon had her tongue working me as hard as Dad was doing to her pussy. I reached forward and put my hand on the back of her head and whispered, "Yes, do me sweet thing." She was holding herself partially up with her arms as she let her face explore every inch of my pussy lips. Dad must have hit a tender spot for all of a sudden she was throwing herself back at him harder than she had been up to then and her little wolf scream told the story. She was in the middle of another strong orgasm. Dad must have pulled his face out of her pussy and rammed his tongue as far up her ass as he could get it. He hadn't done that with me and she surely wasn't expecting anything like it. It was the trigger she needed to have her body release her juices. I kept pulling her down on me and I was only a minute behind her. My juices covered her face as I let go a river. "That was wonderful. I have never had sex like that before." Nicole purred. "Glad you liked it honey. We'll have to do it again that way another time," answered Dad. Dad was looking down at me when he continued with, "It looked as if you enjoyed it too Judy." "Oh yeah. Nicole has found the way to my heart through my pussy." I laughed. We made plans to take off for Paris in the morning. There were a couple of major scenic things along the way so it would be another day in getting there. No problem, we were way ahead of our free trip schedule. Our car had been brought around to the front of the guest cottage in the morning with Nicole's parked right behind ours. She volunteered "I'm taking mine too. There isn't any convenient train service between Paris and here so I'll just drive myself back when I am finished touring the city with you people. I had opened the passenger door on our car that morning and Nicole called to me, "Judy, ride with me. I have a lot to tell you about Paris." I needed to talk with Dad alone and replied that I would ride with Dad until our first sightseeing stop and then switch cars. That seemed to satisfy her. We were no sooner on the road when dad reached over and patted my knee saying, "You are truly enjoying sex with her as much as any you ever had. Right?" "Dad, you're right. What the hell does that make me?" "A woman who enjoys sex with another woman as much, if not more, than she does with a man. Bisexual is a good name for it." "Does that bother you Dad?" "Not at all sweet thing. I love to see you happy regardless of where that happiness comes from." "Great for I was worried about what you were thinking about me." I answered. He just smiled but reached his hand over and let it rest between my legs. There was just the slightest movement in his fingers. A minute later those fingers had me squirming on the leather seat. "See, the old man hasn't lost his touch. You still enjoy my hand." He had me so excited I couldn't answer him other than, "Mmmmm" That was all he had to hear and he had his fingers in full race mode. I lifted my hips up and pulled my shorts and panties down letting him have free access to me. His hand quickly found my clit and had it hard in a second or two. "Whew, you sure know how to do that right." It didn't take me long and I pushed his hand away and asked for his handkerchief. I was going to explode and was going to need something to wipe myself off with. He handed me the handkerchief and moved his hand right back where it was. I was glad I asked for it for my orgasm hit me hard and I was soaked. I threw my head back against the seats headrest and my hips in the air as I exploded. "Holy shit, that was something else." I stuck the handkerchief between my legs but it wasn't big enough to soak up all of my juices and wipe off the seat beneath me too. He reached around and grabbed the few tissues I had left in an old box under the passenger seat and they did the rest. The sightseeing from her place up to Paris and then around that beautiful city was unbelievable and Dad and I enjoyed every minute. We also enjoyed the sex that took place almost every night. The first night in Paris, and yes we did take Nicole upon her offer of her apartment, we were just lounging around naked and chatting away. I told Dad that he ought to treat Nicole to one of his famous 'girl has feet in the air after she has sucked his cock a little fucks'. He looked at me as if I was nuts and then shook his head knowingly. Nicole said, "You know I don't speak English very well. What was that you said?" Dad stood and went over to her and said, "Rather then tell you I will show you." His cock was half-hard as he put his hand behind her head and pulled her to it. "Take it in your mouth Nicole. Go down on me as deeply as you can." She reached out and held his shaft as she guided him into her. She did pretty well and had almost half of him in and on its way down her throat. She started to bob and he was fully hard before she even got going. A few minutes of that and he pulled out and took her by the hand to the edge of the bed. She sort of knew what was ahead and lay back. This time he didn't just lay on top of her but put his arms under her knees and lifted them high. His cock was in direct line with her pussy lips and he slid it in. She gasped a little and then he rammed it home. "Oh God," followed by a stream of French. It must have been of pleasure for she was smiling from ear to ear. He had her legs high as he thrust in deeply and then he leaned forward to take one of her hard nipples between his lips. She was moaning louder than I had ever heard from her before but she had her teeth clenched. It must have been giving her both pleasure and pain. Another few minutes and the rush came over dad before it did her and he exploded deep inside of her. He let her legs down and I went over to the bed and said, "You better let someone who knows what they're doing finish this off." I said with a huge smile. He laughed and pulled out of her with his cock being replaced with my face. I too held her legs in the air as I buried myself in her. I pulled back just a little so my tongue would have easy access to her clit and worked on it for just a short while until she had her legs thrashing around in the air as if she were riding a bicycle. She was tossing her hair from side to side as she again shrieked, "Judy, I'm coooooommminng." And come she did. Her maids were going to have a job in the morning for she absolutely soaked the bedspread. We should have removed it before our activities but never thought of it. The rest of our stay in Paris was filled with: seeing some world famous sights, eating in some fantastic restaurants and enjoying some wonderful sex. The night before we were ready to leave I told dad Nicole and I need to speak with him. He raised his eyebrows sort of knowingly and said, "Let's hear it." "Dad, I hope you aren't going to be disappointed or think I am ungrateful but Nicole has offered to take me on a tour of a lot more of Europe ... Germany, Switzerland and Austria and I have accepted her offer. I'll probably be gone at least another month or so and probably won't have a job when I get back but this is something I know I have to do and not just for the scenery." He held a hand palm up to me and whispered, "Hush honey. No explanations or apologies are necessary. I think it is a fabulous idea and know you will enjoy it immensely." He went over to the desk and pulled out his checkbook and wrote me a check for enough money for me to stay three months if I wanted. Nicole saw what he was doing and screamed, "No, Glen, she is going to be my guest. She will not need money." "Nicole, if you want to treat her that will be fine but I will feel much more comfortable knowing she has it." He then came over and put an arm around each of us and simply said, "Girls, enjoy yourselves but remember one thing ... be careful. " And then he poked me in the ribs and said, "I'll expect you to come home knowing a lot more French than you do now. Particularly more than 'eat me Nicole'." We drove him to the airport in the morning and after turning in Dad's rental car Nicole and I took off in hers in an easterly direction ... Europe here we come; in more ways than one!