For the whole six months I had been living with my dad, I had resisted the urge to seduce him.  It was all no more than a silly girl's fantasy.  I'm not sure at 20 I could claim to be a silly girl, but I had resisted whatever fantasy it was.  However, in doing so I was having huge repressed sexual desires.  It had to be the explanation for what happened at that wedding.

Daddy had left me to finish the reception on a small wedding while he moved on to begin shooting our second wedding of the day.  The ceremony had gone off with only a minor glitch which wasn't even my fault.   One of my dad's custom built battery packs had a wire break.  I switched to a different type pack and filed the incident under crap happens.  

"Hi there,"  the voice belonged to an older woman.  Well everybody was older than me, since it was a second wedding for both the bride and groom.

"Hi, nice wedding," I replied.  I had a vague memory of her being somehow involved.

"Yes, Lanna made for a beautiful bride."

"She did indeed," I replied.

"So where is the older gentleman you were working with?"  I prepared myself for trouble.  I had expected someone to comment of Dad's pulling out.  He had explained it to the bride but she obviously didn't share his explaination with her guests.

"He had to go ahead to set up for a second wedding.  He did made sure all the really important things got done before he left."  There must have been a hint of petulance in my voice.

"No, no I didn't mean that.  I was just curious.  I was going to ask what the relationship was between you two."

"Oh,"  I smiled at her.  Women always had the hots for my dad.  Why not, he was just a little over forty.  The right age to appeal to any woman.

"Oh, he's my dad.  You are free to flirt with him next time you see him."  I smiled.

"Actually, it was you I had in mind."  I didn't know what to do so I stood there with my mouth open.  "Oh, come now.  You have to know you are attractive."

"Not as much today as usual.  I dress down for weddings."  That's when I thought I understood.  Daddy had me wear a kind of a uniform to match what he wore.  We both wore gray slacks and a navy blue blazer.  I even wore a scarf with the same design as his tie.  Without him around to explain, I suppose that I looked kind of butch.

"Well, my husband and I think you are adorable."  She nodded toward a man standing by the wall a few yards away.

"Oh?"  I was truly at a loss.  I had no idea how to react since I didn't have a clue what she meant.

"My name is Donna," she said.

"Bonnie, but my friends all call me Bug," I said it with a weak smile.  I had no idea what I was getting into.

"What the hell, you don't look like an insect to me."  We both laughed.

"Good, but it is short for Shutterbug.  Daddy thought it was cute.  They say I was playing with his cameras, even when I was a very little girl."

"Well would you rather we call you bug?"   I didn't miss the we part.  She knew I didn't miss it either.

"It's up to you.  I answer to either."

"You answer, but do you obey?"

"Most of the time yes."  I suddenly wasn't thinking, I was just responding without any mental screening of the questions.

"Do you have a card Bonnie?"

"Yes Ma'am but it's my dad's.  I live with him, so it's the same number?"  I shouldn't have added the last.  It really could have been business, not personal.

"You know that it is you we want to contact."  I lowered my eyes and nodded.  I did know.  There was something about her that made me ignore my dad's admonition.  I was not supposed to allow anyone to get personal with me on a job.  Still she did it so that I had a way to refuse with no harm no foul.  I just hadn't wanted to do that.  After she put the card in her small purse, she moved away.  Even if daddy had been standing there he wouldn't have noticed a thing.  She and her husband ignored me the rest of the shoot.  I'm sure they glanced at me now and then, but mostly they ignored me.

I managed a couple furtive but long looks at both Donna and her husband.  She was what my dad would call a substantial woman.  She wasn't fat or anything, just large.  She was even taller than her husband.  She probably outweighed him to.  Like I said she was just big everywhere.  I doubt that she had much of a tummy but she had plenty everywhere else.

If her hair wasn't naturally blonde, it was a much more expensive dye job than mine.  It was absolutely perfect.  None of those multi tone things, I had gone for.  Her hair was all the color of honey.

Her husband was under six feet but not a lot.  He was thin compared to Donna but hell anyone would have been.  He was by no means frail looking, more like some kind of a 'has been' athlete trying to maintain the illusion.  They almost looked harmless, but not quite.  It was in Donna's eyes.

After the bride and groom ran for the car, I didn't see either Donna or her husband again.  I packed up the equipment dad had bought for me  Then I headed to another church across town and yet another wedding.  The one I pulled up on was underway so I stayed outside.  When people began to drift out, I went inside.  I found daddy sitting on the front row waiting for the bride to return.

"The director is going to bring them back?"  It was a question that was familiar to him.  Still he looked a little surprised.  He obviously had been lost in thought.  Most likely about my mom.  We had buried her just a few months before.  It was the jolt that I had needed to admit that I made a mistake leaving home so soon.  I told myself that I was back to help daddy, but it wasn't the only reason.  I was back at home because my life was better at home than anywhere else.

I pretty much watched my dad shoot the wedding.  I had very little to do.  I usually helped to pose the people, but the director did most of that.  When the day finally ended we had been at it over ten hours.  I was a wreck and dad also had a bad case of nerves.

He did something I hadn't seen him so since I was sixteen.  He pulled out a fifth of Jack Daniels black label whiskey.  "Come on in and have a seat Bug.  Seems like a good night to get a little drunk and talk about the future."

"Okay," I tried to stay calm but it was useless.  I was terrified that he would tell me that I had overstayed my welcome.  If he did, I would try anything to convince him that he needed me around.

"Bug, I have to admit that the work has gone easier now that you are back, but I don't think you need to be living with me."  He saw me about to protest and held up his hand.  He also handed me the drink in it.  "It's like this bug.  I think you need a place of your own.  You need a social life and you aren't going to have much of one with me hanging around."

"Daddy, that's not true.  I had a social life when I ran away from home.  I was miserable and just didn't know it till I got back here."

"I'm afraid that you are just hiding out here.  Don't worry, I'm not proposing that you go live on the street, not even back to Elmhurst.  You know I have all that space above the studio.  I've been thinking I should do something with it.  I'm thinking about turning it into a small apartment."

"Small that place is larger than most of the double wides my friends live in."

"Maybe.  You know you mother always loved this house."  He looked around almost teary eyed, but I never cared for it.  Way too much stuff for me."

I didn't quite believe what he was saying.  I listened without comment.

"I'm thinking, that this place is gonna be yours anyway.  Might as well let you have it now.  Course if I do that, you are going to need to be able to support it.  I figured, I might as well make you a partner in the business.  You know, take out the job expenses. then just split the rest down the middle.  Any bills come to the studio we can split those as well."

"Daddy, I don't know what to say."  I didn't either.  It was way more than I ever expected.

"Just say you are going to keep running the business the way I would.  You are pretty much doing that now."

"So what are you going to do for your half?"  I laughed.

"For a while things won't change.  Gradually you are going to take over completely.  In a few years, I am going to retire and do something else completely."  

"I can still use the studio?"  I was sure he meant to just build a place to live on the second floor.  I did want to hear him say it.

"Nothing is going to change Bug, except I am going to move out of the house just as soon as the studio's upstairs is finished.  You and I both need the privacy."

I was pretty sure my running around half dressed wasn't the problem.  I had a feeling daddy had begun to feel the need of a woman's touch.  I couldn't decide how I felt about that.  It was kind of mixed up.  I did smile at the him as if I agreed.

I slept fitfully that night.  I was torn.  I really was overwhelmed by his giving me the house, but I also hated for him to leave.  It all went round and round in my head even while I tried to sleep.

The next day was Sunday and I was surprised by the call from Donna.  I had forgotten all about her in the excitement of daddy's announcement.

"Bug it's me Donna.  How are you?"

"I'm just fine how are you?"

"Good,   Tom and I talked about you last night."

"Really, I hope it was good things."

"Oh yes, we would like to take you out to dinner.  When could we do that?"

"Well most anytime but Saturday."

"Then tonight would be okay?"

"It would, but I live with my dad, so I have to be home at a reasonable hour."

"Oh, we were hoping you might stay over."

"I probably could, but I don't want to cause a problem right now.  There are things going on that will change all this in a few weeks.  I would rather it go very smoothly for a while longer."  Okay, it was most likely the idea that I would be free again causing me to even consider what I knew she wanted.

"Okay, so we eat fast."  I  couldn't help but laugh.  It's one reason feminine lesbians do so well.  Women are so much more fun and less threatening than men.  Maybe it's an illusion, but it sure seems that way to me.

"Okay, I know when I'm beat. Where and what time?"

"Michael's at 6 since you have to be home so soon."

"Alright," I'll be the one in the simple black dress." I stated.

"Oh I remember your wild hair.  Believe me you won't need the black dress."   The hair remark was delivered with such good humor in her voice that I didn't mind.  I had always been teased about my hair.  It wasn't quite curly but it was like a pile of unused straw on a barn floor.  With just a little help it was almost the same color.

After a hectic afternoon of dressing and redressing, I arrived at the restaurant about five minutes late.  Donna and Tom were waiting on the long bench by the door.  At that time of the day they were the only ones.

Donna and Tom both hugged me.  I have to admit that I was a little surprised by the act.  I mean they greeted me like a long lost cousin or something.

"Just a chance to feel you up," Tom whispered in my ear.  He had obviously noted my surprised reaction to Donna having hugged me.  I don't know what he expected but I giggled like school girl.  It was a combination of nerves and the sight of the almost frail man standing beside the Amazon princess.  I guess she would have been a queens since she was at least middle aged.

"I see you wore the little black dress," Donna remarked.

"It's about all I have except for jeans and pants."

"I'm so glad you decided against pants.  They are so inconvenient," Tom suggested.

Tom managed to secure a corner table for us.  It was as much Donna's glare as his words that did it, I'm sure.  Michael's was famous in the area for it's steaks and casual atmosphere.  Casual in that nobody paid any attention to anyone else.  It didn't matter, if the husband you were with was your own or not.

From the salad till the cheesecake one or the other and sometimes both had a hand on my leg.  If I had kidded myself about why they invited me to dinner, the meal itself gave me all the information I needed to make a decision.

I factored in that it had been almost a year since Gary and I had sex.  I factored in that I was not a virgin to either sex or kinky sex, and finally I factored in that bottle of wine that Donna and Tom insisted I drink.  All that together said that I would not be refusing anything that wasn't too awfully painful.  

I didn't want to drive after so much wine, so Tom agreed that he or Donna would return me to my car no matter how late it was.  He promised that there would be no hassle about when I decided to leave.  It sounded more like a business negotiation than a love date.  I suppose it was at that.

The feeling of my leg during dinner had been pleasant and exciting, but the real anticipation began on the drive to their house.  I could feel the electricity as Donna looked at me as though I was the real desert.  Tom even turned the rear view mirror so he could judge my reaction as Donna began to interrogate me.

"So Bug, have you ever been involved in a threesome?"  I suppose it brought back memories of how I lost my virginity or maybe I just wanted to shock them.

"I lost my virginity in a threesome."  I waited to see their looks.  Donna didn't bat an eye.  Tom I couldn't see.

"How old were you?"

"Fifteen."

"Oh my you were a kinky little thing."  Donna smiled but it was her husband who had spoken.

"Was there a woman involved."

"Not that time but I have done it in front of women and even with one but not at the same time."  Donna smiled again.  I think she was pleased with my answers.  It made me sound kinky enough but still inexperienced enough for her to mould.  I expect it made me sound willing if not anxious.  I was getting myself very worked up with my memories and the looks Donna was giving me.

"So Bug let's see your breasts,"  the voice was Tom's.  He couldn't see much in the rear view mirror but I didn't mind.  Even if someone else saw me, it would. most likely be someone I didn't know.  People driving by on the major access were more than likely from out of town.  Actually that never crossed my mind.  I just reached behind me to unzip my dress enough to drop the top of it to my waist.  I reached behind to open the snaps of my bra.  I had to lean forward to do it.  Doing that made my breasts appear even larger.  Donna sighed appreciatively and that made me warmer still.

"Now lets see your legs," she demanded.  I lifted my skirt until the dress was bunched around my waist. My slightly chubby thighs were in view.  I was just a little embarrassed but it was mostly because of the chubby thighs.

"Remove your panties,"  It was an order from Donna.  I had a feeling that refusing wouldn't be a good idea even if I had wanted to.  Of  course, I didn't want to anyway.  I pressed my shoulders hard against the seat while I raised my hips enough to slip the panties off.  

Without another word, Donna extended her hand to me.  I placed the wet panties into her hand.  She sniffed them, then placed them into her purse.  She smiled at me as she looked at the hair garden between my legs.

"You do know what I want to see next?"  I nodded as I lowered my hand to my body.  I spread my legs and began to masturbate.  Donna nodded as I spread the protective hood over my clitoris.  I began to slide my finger over the pink appendage.  I couldn't help it, I also ran my finger up and down my slit.  I looked up to see Donna licking her lips.  I didn't know for sure what to do but I was ready to take a chance.  I moved a wet finger to her lips.  She immediately sucked it into her mouth.  I had the first twitch of an orgasm  with my finger buried in her mouth,.  I didn't rock violently on my other hand, I simply tensed and felt all my muscles spasm.  It was a small one but a pleasurable experience.  It was as much from my lack of human sexual contact, as from Donna's small sexual gesture.

I have no idea if somehow Tom timed it exactly right, or if it was all a coincidence but we arrived at their modest brick home shortly after I stopped shaking.  I still had fingers buried inside me.  Tom pulled into his garage so it was possible for me to walk into their house without doing more than pulling up my dress.  I was wearing my black dress when I left the car, but nothing else.  My bra was in my hand.  My panties were most likely to be a souvenir for the couple.

I got a pretty good look at the outside of the house from the car.  Even that did not prepare me for inside.  The door from the garage opened into a storage room.  There were several doors leading from the room.  I had a feeling that some at least went to other utility areas.  You know like maybe a laundry room or a weight room maybe.  

Tom led the way through one of the doors.  It opened in to a hallway of sorts.  I was very short for a hall.  The hall had only three doors, one on each side and one at the end.  Tom led us through the door on the right.  It opened into room which was almost round.  The room had glass walls on three sides.  It was an amazing room, even in the dark.  

He flipped on the lights outside as well as inside.  The view into the small garden was really quite nice.  I could tell that it had been professionally landscaped.  The room was warm without being hot.  There was a fireplace but it wasn't lit.  

I stepped through the door and just stood in awe of it all.  Donna stood behind me wrapped her arms around me.  She crossed her arms over my chest.  It ended with one of my breasts in each of her hands.  It had the effect on me that she desired.  I leaned back into her because my knees got weak.  Her hands were rough even through the only slightly less abrasive cloth of my dress.  Even the insensitive way she touched me was erotic.  It had been way too long since I had been handled.  I expect I would have turned on for a serial killer that night.  The anticipation had me in a terrible state even before she touched me.

Donna kissed my neck and held my breasts.  I leaned my head back to make the access to my neck easier.  She responded by biting my neck and lowering one of her hands over my small tummy.  She clutched at my dress until my pubic hair came into view.  Donna negotiated a trail to the valley that hid my clit.  When she touched me I jerked but didn't open my eyes.

"She is a hot little bitch."  The words came from Tom.  He was very close I could tell, but I didn't open my eyes.

"Just like you said she would be hon," Donna replied.

"Even since she was a little girl I knew I would have her one day."  Tom took my hand, then guided it to his penis.  I knew what he wanted and how he wanted me to do it.  I stroked his cock until it was even harder.  It was soaked with his lubricant.  Even that made me climb higher.  I was on the verge of an orgasm when suddenly someone rubbed something against my lips.  I opened my mouth hungry for whatever was being offered.  I thought it was Donna's finger covered with my taste and smell.  I opened my eyes to find that it was Tom's finger.  He had obviously been fingering his wife.  That thought racked me with an orgasm for some reason.

"Oh baby she is a natural.  Did you see her cum from the taste of your pussy?"

:"Yes baby, I saw.  God I can hardly wait to have her mouth on my clit."  As they spoke I continued to cum.  The spasms still wracked my body as Donna continued to finger me.  All the while I was stroking her husband's penis.  I was extremely weak in the knees when she whispered in my ear.

"Suck his cock.  I want to see you be slutty."  Her tone had changed.  She had been sweet and even kind sounding up till that point.  She sounded very cold when she spoke.  I was standing there in the black dress, which was mostly unzipped.  Donna pushed it off my shoulders as she guided me to her husband.  He had moved to sit on the sofa facing the garden.  His cock stood tall and proud as I knelt in front of him.  I did it without any prompting from Donna.  I wanted to please her more than I wanted to give her husband head.  Still I didn't have any misgivings about taking his cock in my mouth.

It slipped easily over my lips, then over my tongue.  I instinctively began to suck and move my mouth on his cock.  I kept my tongue curled around his cock as I moved on it.  He began to moan almost instantly.  Within a few minutes he was moving his hips up and down in some rhythm I couldn't match.   

When he came it was a large amount.  I swallowed hard but couldn't keep up.  The taste didn't reach my brain until he stopped cuming.  It tasted stale but the feel of it was much more memorable.  As always it was warm and thick in my mouth.  There was also an after sensation as it clung to my tongue and even my teeth.  

I wanted something to wash the sensation way but Donna pulled me to her instead.  I found myself with my mouth attached to her.  I was licking and sucking on her clit as I had on Zandy almost a year before.  I knew what to do, even without Donna's directions.

"My god Honey, that little bitch can really suck a cock." Tom said it when he had recovered.

"Mine isn't the first pussy this bitch has eaten," Donna gasped as a reply.  She managed to say that between calling me a cunt and whore.  I think her favorite thing to say was, "Yes just like that you little whore."  I certainly wasn't little unless you compared me to Donna.

Donna came with a great deal of liquid.  I had never heard of a woman ejaculating like a man but she did.  I thought at first that she had peed on me.  It was much to thick and slippery to be urine.  It clung to my face and even my hair.  After she came Donna rubbed my face all over her reeking crack.  She moaned as she did it which was even more dehumanizing.   The most dehumanizing of all was when she called me her toy.  Not in a pleasant way but in a way that made me seem like her vibrator or something.

I was in a bad way even after I orgasmed twice.  I was so turned on I was whimpering between Donna's legs.  "Beg bitch, beg for Tom to fuck you."

"Oh god please fuck me.  Please I need cock so badly."

"She is a slut Tom, just like you said."

"Yes and god I am going to enjoy fucking her."

He had his cock touching my lips when he asked. "Bug do you know who I am?"

"I don't care just fuck me."

"Bug I fucked you mother while she was married to your daddy and now I'm going to fuck you.  But only if you beg for it.  Now beg you cunt."

"Oh god please fuck me.  I need your cock now."

"Yeah Bug, that's how you mother begged.  She was a cunt to."  Yes it should have sobered me up but it didn't.  I still wanted his cock.  "Well bug you are younger but she was prettier."  I still didn't have his cock in me, and I was aching for it.

"Please fuck me."  He slid his cock into my wide open pussy.  

"Yes God I love your pussy.  You have such good pussy.  Do you love this cock?"

"Yes I love cock."

"No slut, do you love this cock?  The cock your mother sucked and fucked while you daddy was working his ass off for her."

"Yes I love your cock."  I wanted to spit on him, but I couldn't stop without having the orgasm his cock promised.  

He began to slowly move his cock inside me.  He had already had a huge orgasm in my mouth so he wasn't in any hurry.   He went very slow and very deep inside me.  I was so turned on that I began to cum but in small spasms.  They were small but promised that if I held on I would have a mind blowing orgasm.

"That's right bug fuck your real daddy."   The voice belonged to Donna.

The end