Jim Miller smiled at his daughter who was sitting across from him at the breakfast table. Sarah had blossomed into a beautiful young lady, one that had become popular with the boys at school. Jim often wondered what she did with them on dates. Did she let them feel her fully developed breasts? Probably. Was she getting fingered? Maybe. What about sucking their cocks? Isn’t that what boys expected these days? There was also the possibility she was getting fucked. Images of her full-grown tits swaying back and forth as she was hammered from behind flashed through his head.

Russ was staring at his sister for a different reason. He knew from her diary that those full lips of hers had been wrapped around Brad’s hard cock and she had swallowed the big load he shot into her mouth. He also knew remnants of his cum were touching her nipples and pussy after he smeared it into her bra and panties. He felt his cock grow hard thinking about it.

“Jill and Susan are coming over this afternoon, if that’s okay,” Sarah said. “They’re girls from cheerleading. You know them, right, Mom?”

Gloria looked up, as if startled out of a trance. “What? Oh, yeah. That’s fine, Sarah.” 

Gloria was only half listening. Her mind was on Jason, a real estate client who was the sexiest man Gloria had ever laid eyes on. He was a twenty-seven-year-old software engineer and had recently taken a job in the valley. He stood 6’2” with broad shoulders, dark wavy hair and deep brown eyes. The rippling muscles of his biceps stretched the fabric of the short sleeve sports shirt he wore. Gloria was going to be meeting him again later that morning. Her pussy was wet just thinking about it.

Sarah got up to pour herself a cup of coffee. Jim stared at the contours of her perfect ass molded against the tight jeans she was wearing. His cock stirred. He knew he shouldn’t be lusting after his own daughter, but he couldn’t help it. She was beautiful and sexy. It was a natural reaction. It wasn’t like he was going to fuck her or anything like that.

The kids left for school and Gloria went to meet Jason. Being a Friday, Jim didn’t have to go into the office. He went for a long jog. After a shower, he puttered around looking for something to do. Sarah had mentioned a broken blind in her room. He went to fix it and saw her lockbox sitting on the desk. Her diary was in it. He had a right to know what she did with the boys she dated. After all, he was her father. The lockbox had a three digit combination. It took him less than five minutes to open. 

Jim sat down and began reading. He quickly paged through it until he reached the entry Russ had read. Okay, so she had sucked a cock. It was no big deal. At least she was still a virgin. He flipped through several more pages. There was an entry about a party she attended last Friday. He began reading.

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Dear Diary,

I’ve turned into someone I don’t know. I’m sure you’ll agree with me after I tell you what happened last night. Jill convinced me to go to a party at the local college, saying it would be a lot of fun. I would have preferred to be with Brad, but he had to attend his uncle’s fiftieth birthday celebration.

I had never been to a party like this one. It was at one of the frat houses. Couples were openly kissing and feeling each other up in hallways and on the couches. One of the girls was dancing on a coffee table in her underwear. Another ran out the backdoor wearing only her panties. Jill hooked up with some guy and disappeared upstairs. She was probably going to have sex with him. Susan told me Jill had slept with half the guys on the football team. I had a hard time wrapping my head around that. I was still a virgin.

I thought some of the other kids from school might be at the party, but I didn’t see anyone I knew. I wandered into the kitchen where a punch bowl sat on the counter. This cute boy named Sean introduced himself and poured me a glass. The punch was fruity with bubbles and tasted good. I didn’t realize that it was loaded with liquor. After a second glass I knew something was wrong. I was feeling lightheaded and giddy. 

Sean handed me a third glass. For the first time in my life I got drunk. It was like walking around in a dream world. I laughed at stupid things that weren’t even funny. Sean put his arm over my shoulder. I draped mine around his waist mainly to keep from falling over. He guided me into a narrow pantry in the back of the kitchen and pulled me into his arms. I giggled. 

“You’re cute when you’re drunk,” he said.

He kissed me. It wasn’t just a simple kiss either. He shoved his tongue into my mouth. I didn’t think anything of it. I was too drunk to think at all. I kissed him back with equal passion. I know this sounds crazy, but it felt liberating to kiss a boy I didn’t even know.  It was like all my inhibitions had disappeared. 

Sean slid his hands to my butt and pulled me close, grinding into me. I could feel his hard bulge rubbing against my sex and making me wet. He pressed my back against the wall at the end of the pantry. His hands let go of my butt and pushed up my top. He squeezed my naked breasts and pinched my swollen nipples. Then he lifted my arms and pulled off my top and bra, letting them fall to the floor. 

Sean kissed my neck and trailed his lips down to my breasts, sucking a nipple into his mouth and raking his teeth across the erect tip. My body shuddered. He unsnapped my jeans and shoved a hand into my panties. I don’t know why I let him. No boy had ever touched me down there. Not only did I let him, I wanted him to touch me there. The alcohol had set me free.

His middle finger parted my moist folds. I whispered ‘yes’ into his ear. He slipped it inside me. I gasped. He added a second finger and pumped them in and out. I thought I was going to die from pleasure. An explosion unlike any I had ever experienced burst from between my legs. Sean didn’t stop. His fingers went faster and faster, making squishing sounds from all the juices sloshing around inside me. I went off again. Sean pulled out his fingers and shoved them between my lips. I eagerly licked them clean with my tongue, savoring the taste of my own secretions. 

Sean yanked down my jeans and helped me step out of them. I was naked except for my damp cotton panties. He unbuckled his jeans and pushed them down to his knees. His throbbing penis poked out from between his thighs like a flagpole. It was longer than Brad’s with a huge swollen tip that looked like a mushroom. He rubbed the tip against my panties and over my sensitive spot. I squirmed against him. 

Sean slipped his hard penis between my thighs and rubbed back and forth like we were having sex standing up. I felt his swollen knob press against my opening through my panties. He bent his knees and pushed, going about an inch inside me. My wet panties stretched and he went a little deeper. I was about to go off when Sean pulled away and wrapped his hand around his shaft. Hot creamy semen shot out from the tip and splashed against my panties. He kept shooting until it was splattered across my thighs and running down my legs. 

I figured once he shot his stuff he would be done, but instead Sean pushed on my shoulders until I was kneeling in front of him. His penis was still hard and only inches from my face. I knew what he wanted. I wanted it too. I leaned forward and took him between my lips. I loved having his throbbing penis in my mouth. I bobbed my head up and down, my tongue tracing every ridge and vein of his hard flesh. After several minutes, my mouth became tired. I did him with my hand and licked his testicles. 

I wasn’t sure how long it would take for him to go off again. I took him back into my mouth and attacked him with my lips and tongue. I had no shame. I slid a hand into my panties and rubbed my swollen pearl. Sean grabbed my head and pressed against the opening to my throat. He  tried to push it deeper. I choked and coughed up a flood of spit. He grabbed me by the hair and rammed it back into my mouth, slamming it in and out hard and fast. I felt him swell. Moments later, spurt after spurt of creamy semen washed across my tongue.

Sean pulled out, zipped up and left. I was still kneeling in the pantry with a mouthful of his stuff. I looked up and realized someone else was standing in front of me. He unfastened his jeans and pulled out his soft penis. He stood there with his hands on his hips looking down at me and waiting. I should have walked out, but I wasn’t myself. The alcohol had turned me into a different person, or maybe it’s who I really was underneath all my hangups and inhibitions. I wanted to be dirty and nasty and free to do whatever.

I swallowed Sean’s semen and leaned forward to kiss the soft penis dangling in front of me. It was incredible to watch it grow bigger and harder. I teased the crown with my tongue. When he was fully erect, I kissed down his length and sucked on his testicles, pumping him with my hand. I finally took him into my mouth. He began talking dirty and calling me names like ‘slut’ and ‘whore’. It was true. I had become that kind of girl. I went faster and faster, slamming my lips up and down his shaft. Spit poured from my lips and dripped from my chin. 

I felt him swell and knew he was about to shoot. I prepared to swallow, but instead he pulled out and aimed at my face. A powerful spray shot from his tip and splashed across my lips, nose and cheek. A second blast hit me between the eyes and shot up my forehead into my hair. I opened my mouth. The third spurt sprayed across my tongue. I took him between my lips and sucked on him until he was drained. He zipped up and left.

Another boy I didn’t know stepped forward. He rubbed the tip of his penis across my nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through me, then pressed his shaft between my breasts and told me he was going to make love to them, only he used the ‘f’ word. I squeezed my breasts together. He moved up and down, bumping against my chin. I bent my head and opened my mouth, taking his tip between my lips on each thrust. I felt him swell and heard him grunt. His stuff shot straight up into the air and came splashing down on my breasts. He pulled away and continued to spray my breasts until I could feel it dripping from my nipples and running down my stomach and over my panties.

Two more hard penises showed up in my face at the same time. I used my hand on one while I sucked the other, then switched. They didn’t last long. One shot in my mouth. The other sprayed his stuff all over the side of my face. I did two more. When they were finished, I had to pee really bad. I stood to go to the bathroom, but the line out the door was blocking the way. 

Hands grabbed at me as I squeezed through. By the time I got to the kitchen, I was desperate. I pressed a hand between my legs to hold it in, but it was too late. Pee flooded my panties, leaked through my fingers and streamed down my legs. I finally got to the bathroom and sat on the toilet. I was so drunk I forgot to push down my panties and peed right through them. It didn’t matter. They were already soaked. I slipped them off.

I looked up and realized the line from the pantry had moved to the bathroom. I don’t know how many more boys I sucked while sitting on the toilet. It all kind of blurred together. At some point I passed out. The next thing I remember was lying naked on the bathroom floor and Jill shaking me awake. Semen was caked on my face, breasts, pubic hair and thighs. 

Jill helped me dress and got me home. I snuck into the house and tiptoed upstairs. That night I dreamed I was back in the pantry, sucking one penis after another only each one would squirt streams and streams of cream into my mouth after only a few seconds. It started running out of my nose and ears. After dozens of boys had emptied themselves into me, someone stepped up who was much bigger than all the rest. I put him in my mouth and he kept growing and growing until he pushed down my throat and into my stomach. When he started shooting his stuff into me I could feel it gushing out from between my legs. I had a really powerful orgasm. I looked up. It was my father. I woke up in a sweat and all sticky between the legs. 

What does all this mean, Diary? What am I becoming? Am I really a slut? At least I’m still a virgin - I think.

Sarah

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Jim was quivering after reading the passage. He wondered if his daughter’s dream meant she subconsciously desired him. He was still lost in thought when he heard a car pull into the driveway. Jim put the diary back and got out of Sarah’s room as the front door opened.