The whole thing was Cindy’s fault
The whole thing was Cindy’s fault
Every year at college they shuffled around everybody in the dorms, and you got a new random roommate. I think some administrator thought it was a good way to get you to meet more people, what it turned out to be was a good way to find out how “diverse” the mental problems of the human race was, and that brings us to Cindy.
Cindy was OK in a party girl sort of way. I spent a lot of time at the library while she “entertained” visitors in our dorm room. I didn’t spend much time with guys, I was more of a nerd, I’d been on some dates, we ended up not having much in common. They all wanted to get in my pants, and I didn’t want them there.
In any case, everything was fine until my dad came by for parent – student day, and Cindy was smitten.
Look, my dad is OK looking for a middle aged guy, but he isn’t exactly a heart throb. Only Cindy thought he was.
Happily she didn’t try to bed him then and there in the dorm room, there was too much going on for that, and once I figured out what the problem was I steered him clear of her. The last thing I needed was to have either him rejecting her out of hand, or them humping like rabbits in the dorm room. Either result would have been mortifying for different reasons.
Anyway I managed to keep them separate the whole day and waved dad goodbye at the end of it, giving him a father-daughter type hug and kiss.
Cindy the single minded of course never let it go. She needed another notch on her lipstick case. She kept hounding me about bringing him back. I figured if it was going to happen, it needed to be somewhere other than at college, so I promised her I’d take her home some weekend.
Happily mom and dad had long been divorced, and he didn’t have a current girlfriend which made things a bit simpler. Assuming he was interested in a college cunt at all. I knew my dad, I figured the chances were good if I put it to him right.
The next weekend I made a trip home. I was due one anyway. My dad was happy to see me, wanted to know how things were going, how my grades were, and typical stuff. Eventually we got around to the subject of my new roommate.
“Hey dad, what do you think of my roommate this year?”
“What was her name… Cathy?” my dad asked, “exuberant type, but doesn’t seem terribly studious. I think I liked your last one better.”
Frankly I liked Beth a lot better too, but that wasn’t the point here and I didn’t want to get sidetracked.
“Her name is Cindy dad. What do you think of her looks? Did you think she was sexy?”
“I’m not the type to comment on the sexiness of my daughters friends,” my dad pointed out.
“Yeah, but you didn’t dad. I’m asking you directly. Do you find her sexy?”
“I suppose so, in a cute collage age girl sort of way. I wouldn’t mind having half a dozen or so of them in my bed every night if I was fantasizing about it. Why are we even having this conversation?”
“Well dad, because she really wants to fuck you.”
Dad gave me the strangest look and said “you’re kidding, right?”
“Nope dead serious. Cindy’s the partying type, she knows what she wants, and she wants you for a night. I know her, she’s strictly one night stands, so you don’t have to worry about still respecting her in the morning.”
Dad harrumphed around a bit, and asked my again how my schoolwork was going. I got his point, but frankly I was spending a lot more time in the library these days because of Cindy, and there wasn’t much to do there BUT study. So my grades actually were doing better. It was pretty much a diversion anyway, the bottom line was, if Cindy wanted to fuck him so bad, dad didn’t see any reason it couldn’t happen, which was all I was looking for. We settled on two weeks from now pending Cindy’s schedule, and I headed back to the dorm.
Cindy of course was ecstatic at the news and frankly was miserable to put up with the next two weeks.
Dad was waiting to greet us, and looked at Cindy the way one would eye a piece of rib-eye steak. She returned the look, and after pleasantries, conversation, and enough drinks to get everybody sloshed, she and dad retreated to his bedroom, and I was soon listening to the kind of sounds I heard in my dorm room those times I stayed out in the dorm study room instead of going to the library.
I’ve got to admit, dad had taken the time to clean up and dress for a date, and he looked good, and I mean really good. If he wasn’t my father I would have considered hopping into bed with him myself, which is probably how the trouble started. And in my defense, I was 2/3rds drunk.
Anyway, the ruckus in the bedroom subsided, and Cindy came out with a pleased look on her face and dad’s cum running down her leg. “Come on in and join us!” she said.
I demurred, and Cindy wouldn’t take no for an answer… as usual. “Aw come on, you’ve come in on plenty of guys and me when we were finished fucking.”
“Yeah Cindy, but none of them were my dad.”
“Oh don’t be such a stick in the mud,” Cindy said, as she grabbed me by the hand and dragged me into the room.
Dad was lying on his bed. The good news is he had a sheet over him. The bad news is it was tenting. The worse news is I was kind of turned on by it.
“Hey kitten, come and join us,” he said.
“So how did it go dad?” I asked, for lack of anything better to say.
“It was magnificent,” he said, “I haven’t had such a good time in ages.”
Cindy sat on the edge of the bed looking like the cat that ate the canary.
“So go on, tell her!” she said.
“Tell her what?” my dad asked.
“You know, that you think she’s really hot.”
Dad blushed, I blushed redder, and Cindy wouldn’t let up, the little cunt. “While we were fucking your dad called out your name several times. He wants you,” Cindy said. She reached over and pulled off the sheet. “So what do you think?” she asked.
Well, I, um, well shit. “I think it’s my dad, naked.”
“Yeah, but what do you think of his dick?”
To be honest I didn’t have much to compare it to. I’d never seen a real live one close up. Sure, I had visited the free porn sites because I was curious, but as far as a real one I was kind of clueless.
“It’s nice, I guess.”
“Nice? It’s a dick. You do know what you’re supposed to do with them, right?”
“Cindy, it’s my dad!” I wailed.
“It’s a guy. Give him a hand job.”
“I don’t know how.”
“Geez girl. Take your fucking hand, wrap it around his cock, and move it up and down. It’s not rocket science, but that you know.”
I bit my lip. My dad was lying there with his hands behind his head giving me the strangest look.
“What do you want me to do?” I asked him.
“Whatever you want to kitten.”
I sat on the bed, undecided, then reached over and put my hand around dad’s dick. It was still wet with his cum and Cindy’s juices and my hand slid easily up and down it. It was kind of gross at first, but it sort of grew on me. Literally of course, the damned thing started getting bigger. I soon got a good rhythm going with my dad’s dick getting fully erect, and I could hear him starting to moan.
“OK, now, put your lips around it,” Cindy encouraged.
“You’re insane,” I replied.
“Try it kitten,” encouraged my dad.
I put the tip of my dad’s dick in my mouth and started licking it tentatively. It tasted a bit salty, and not unpleasant. Of course what I didn’t know at the time is the way I was going about it drives men crazy, and my dad was no exception. He groaned, reached up and stroked my hair.
I put my whole mouth around the end of it and started sucking as my dad rubbed my shoulders and shuddered. I felt my dad pulling me up by the shoulders and he leaned over to kiss me, one hand dropping to my breast to caress it through the sweater.
We started kissing harder, his tongue darting into my mouth and his hands went down to start removing my sweater. I took my glasses off and handed them to Cindy who put them on the nightstand. I raised my arms over my head as dad finished removing my sweater, and Cindy started working at unclasping my bra.
Cindy got my skirt off, and I stood up on the bed to remove my panties, sitting back down on dad with his cock behind my butt crack.
“You sure about this dad?” I asked.
“Yes, oh yes, I’ve wanted this for so long.” he panted.
I raised up and Cindy helpfully guided dad’s cockhead between my vagina lips. I sat down slowly, impaling myself fully on my dad’s cock.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” dad breathed as I started moving up and down slowly, then faster and faster on his cock.
Dad groaned, and fondled by breasts as I continued to fuck him cowgirl style as Cindy just sat back and watched gleaming. I soon felt warm jets of dad’s cum spurting inside me as I screamed in orgasm and frankly at that point it felt so good I decided to worry about it later.
The rest of the night was a blur, dad alternated between fucking Cindy and I in various positions, I remember getting it against the wall of the bedroom, doggy style against the bed, and at least once with him on top of me. I have no idea how he did it, he must have started taking Viagra.
When we woke up the next morning I had a raging hangover, Cindy and I were draped across dad’s chest, his cum was still dripping out our cunts, and all I could think was “Oh fuck, now what?”