My Diary: Entry 13 - Tea for Three - Sex Stories

My Diary: Entry 13 - Tea for Three

... looking a little disappointed, "I had hoped that I would get to do this with you tonight, but I respect your wishes if you're not up to it."

I suddenly felt like I was being rude, and wasting their time and hospitality, and I quickly said, "Oh, no, no, don't get me wrong. I'm having the best time here. Just that I will be better when I'm dripping from watching you two. I just want to be ready, is all."

Laying next to me, Mrs Hegerty opened her legs to Mr Hegerty, inviting him in again, and she clutched my hand. I felt her squeezing and clenching from what Mr Hegerty was making her feel, and watching from so close was really immersing me in it. I really felt that she was enjoying it!

Mr Hegerty leaned over to me to explore my breasts with his mouth, lapping his tongue at my skin, and I felt his breath like this warm, summery breeze, thick with pressure, inciting my pleasure.

As Mr Hegerty enjoyed my chest, Mrs Hegerty pulled herself in for a kiss, full of passion and vigour unlike she had shown Mr Hegerty, or at least that I had seen. I really got the impression that she's been wanting to kiss me in that way the whole time, and it didn't disappoint; at least for me...

Before I knew it, I felt Mr Hegerty's fingers fiddling around me, and Mrs Hegerty gently asked, "Are you ready?" I nodded, and I felt him filling me so fully like our earlier meal. Mrs Hegerty saw me trying to adjust to how he feels in me, whispering to me, "Mommy is here for you. Just let ...

... Daddy in. We won't let anything bad happen."

Suddenly, I felt really pulled out of it, truly and deeply embarrassed. In Mrs Hegerty's face, I saw my Mom, and in Mr Hegerty's, I saw my Dad, and it felt way too wrong, but I felt too in deep to speak out, and too in deep to stop.

Mrs Hegerty confessed to me, "I was never able to have a girl of my own, and this has always been a fantasy of mine. I just want to make a memory of our perfect family life, even just for one day. You look so precious..."

I still couldn't shake the sense of my own Dad fucking me, which is not how I want to remember him at all, but Mr Hegerty does feel unbelievably good, which was making it all the more worse in my mind. If it was bad sex, I could probably write it off as a bad but disturbing experience that I never want again, but I was liking it far too much to believe that from myself.

The Hegerties truly created an idealised family scenario, and I played my part in their fantasy to perfection. This was always their intention. If I knew about this beforehand, there would be no way I would've come, but, now I was here, deep into it, I couldn't help my impulses!

Mrs Hegerty watched me looking needily into her eyes, and she told me, "It'll all be over soon, sweetheart. We love you so much!"

I rarely hear those words, and they came to me like a baptism, washing over me, giving me a sense of renewal. It genuinely felt like I had become a part of their family, which felt really sweet and ...