Dad And Sophie Part 9 - Sex Stories

Dad And Sophie Part 9

Life was a lot different after I took Sophie dancing. As far as she was concerned, her sexual fulfilment was the most important thing happening in the flat. She stopped wearing dressing gowns altogether. So what if her breasts and pussy were able to be seen through her flimsy nighties. Look and play were her watchwords. So if I joined them on the sofa, Sophie would throw her legs over mine or turn around and make out with me.

It seemed like a power play to me, especially as Dad was going on a long trip in a couple of weeks. It was seen as vital that he have big Christmas parties for his workforce. One for his suppliers and the second for his workforce. They both were very boozy affairs. There was no way he could do them back to back. So, in the middle of December, he went away for ten days, including two whole weekends. I was due to go back to Mum as soon as he returned.

I could see that Sophie was looking forward to him going off. The sexual tension between us had risen since I made out with her and fingered her to orgasm. I thought she was looking for more, but my father seemed to think differently. I don't know his exact thoughts because he kept avoiding discussions or conversations about what I should or should not do when he left for that long trip. He didn't leave me any extra suggestions when I dropped him at the airport.

On the first night away, Sophie planned to go out with her lesbian friends Zena and Claire. I had not seen them much since the wedding ...

... because Sophie mostly met them at their house. During our sexual encounters, Sophie told me that they lived in her house and had done so for years. Before she met my father, she had a significant bisexual phase. The three shared the house and, most nights, the same bed.

I drove Dad to the airport and then hit the gym at college. My rowing coach was annoyed with me about the time I was training. So, after a long, hard session, I returned to the apartment, expecting Sophie to have already left. I carefully opened the door and heard Zena telling Sophie loudly that she agreed with her frustration. What's the point of having Donkey Boy (that was me) in the house if he is not fucking you.

I carefully listened as Zena criticised Paul (my father) for not keeping to the agreement they had all worked out the day after the wedding. I would finally hear the plan I'd heard so much about but had never worked out what it was. Simply put, Zena explained that Paul would arrange for Donkey Boy to switch colleges and live here so that every night that he was away, Sophie would have a replacement cock to fill her mouth, pussy and ass. Keep her happy.

I had worked this out already, but given my father's attitude, I did not believe he had signed up for it. Zena said he had not just signed up for it but was the idea's originator. Once Zena and Claire had discovered my cock was as big as my father's. Claire waded in at this point, expressing that she agreed with everything. Why was my father ...