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    I decided I had to get my mind on other things and remembered my promise to Erin: I attended several with limited success. This particular event did not require you to show up with a partner—which was rare. Swinging was something I had thought about a lot over the past 18 years, but never had the time—never took the time—to get back into. I looked into the party and found out it was going to be a Halloween party; everyone would be wearing costumes for the duration and I thought that was perfect! It was like a kind of fantasy of mine to know that there were a bunch of kids running around out there with my DNA. It was this absent-minded thinking that hatched an idea in my head.

    I came up with a plan to try and make that happen. I bought a case of condoms and a fine cutting tools kit. After practicing a few times, I was able to carefully cut open a condom, put several holes in the Swinger dad, and reseal the package—making it look like it had never been opened. It was mid October and I picked out my costume—I would be going as Spiderman. I figured it was perfect because I still had the body to pull it off and the mask completely hid my face. In anticipation of the party, I made Swinger dad alteration to my costume: I got in my car and headed out to the Swinger dad.

    When I got to the address, I was surprised at how many cars were there—I had to park down the street; it was going to be a big event! I put on my mask and took off my regular clothes and my transformation was complete. I walked inside the house and there were people everywhere! But it was a small group of 4 girls that caught my eye. They were standing in a corner and just watching the action. A lot of guys were also looking at them, but they seemed too intimidated to approach them. They were all wearing skin-tight costumes that showed off every curve and their bodies were unbelievable! This party was clearly about anonymous sex: I decided to keep it completely anonymous by not talking to the girls and letting my actions speak for themselves.

    Two of the girls were admiring my muscles under my costume and the other two just rubbed them tentatively in agreement. My dick was starting to grow and one girl took notice right away. She grabbed my crotch and lightly lifted me up—getting a good feel of my now hard cock. She took my hand and placed it on her magnificent tit. I began to caress her breast from over the thin stretchy fabric covering it. She began stroking my cock hiding under the skin tight blue pants and I opened the Velcro fly to let my dick out. Once it was free, she had it in her hand and was stroking it slowly up and down. But a hand job is a hand job: She pulled her top up to over her tits and they were stunning! I played with her nipples and the girl was beginning to really warm up to me.

    I had my right arm around her waist and on her left hip while my left was around her chest; my hand on her right breast. She had both hands up over her head and reached back to hold my head in her hands as she slowly and sensually moved to my caressing. I slipped my right hand down into her pants and was not surprised to find she was not wearing panties. Her pubic area was completely smooth and soft. My fingers quickly found the top of her slit and her clitoris hiding inside. I opened the condom and put it on myself. And the thought of this stranger trying to figure out how she ended up pregnant and who the father might be was too much of a thrill to pass up! As soon as she saw the condom going on, she turned back around and pushed her butt out to me.

    I got behind her and grabbed her stretchy pants by the sides and slowly pulled them down her perfect ass, exposing it inch by inch. I was never big on tattoos, but this one was actually pretty nice on her. I studied it closely, remembering the curving lines and how they perfectly complimented her ass cheeks. I pulled her pants down and off of her, but left her heels on her. Then I put my hand under her crotch and I could feel a tremendous amount of heat radiating from her hairless tight pussy. I slid my finger up and down her slit and found her clit again. I played with it for a while and she was becoming very slick.

    I sat her down on the couch and had her spread her legs wide. I just had to taste her pussy or I would surely die. Once my face was in position, I closed her legs until they were touching my ears and cheeks. Then I pushed up the bottom of my mask to expose my mouth. No one could see any part of my face—not even the cat girl.

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    My tongue quickly found her clit and I went to work on it. Her Swijger went immediately to the back of my head and she pulled my Swingeer into her dampening crotch with force. I sucked and licked every square millimeter of her pussy like my life depended on it—not one part of her pink bits escaped my mouth. I spread her pussy lips far apart and her clit stood out naked to the world; I had a good close up view of it. I sucked the little clit into my mouth and gave her a mini blowjob.

    She was hissing and gasping in lust to my oral onslaught on her. I stood behind her and started rubbing my dick on her pussy to use some of her juices to lube up Swinger dad condom encased dick. I placed my cock head at the opening to her pussy and I pushed forward. This cat girl Swinyer really tight! But I was shocked when my dick met her hymen and ripped it open—she had been a virgin until now! Her moan at losing her virginity was lost amongst all of the other moans and Swihger sounds of sex in the filled room. I had the cat girl by the hips and I began Swingdr into her. She quickly got used to the feeling Swknger my invading Swinger dad and began pushing back Siwnger me.

    I was pumping into her at a slow and steady pace, all while looking at her tramp stamp tattoo and the small amount of blood on my dick. I could tell she was really wet; even with the condom on. Her juices were coating the condom now and even washing away her virgin blood. The couple next to us finished and got up. The cat girl took their spot, too; lying down on her back with legs spread in the air. I repositioned over her and, as I reentered her, she wrapped her legs around me. She was naked from the waist down with the exception of her black stiletto heels and her top was still pushed up over her tits. I wanted to see her face, but that would have been wrong.

    I caressed her tits as I went back to thrusting into this first timer. The condom helped me from having an orgasm too soon and she was having a great time! She was panting and trying not to moan too loud, but I was making that difficult for her. The more she tried to hold it back, the harder I fucked her. And the harder I fucked her, the harder it was for her to hold it back. Her responses to my actions were having an effect on me and my orgasm was building. But she beat me to it: She screamed as her vaginal fluids released and dripped out of her. Several people from around the room applauded us.

    My orgasm hit and I could feel the tip of the condom fill with millions of sperm cells. I kept pushing into the girl to try and get as many of them as possible through the holes I had poked in the tip. I was pretty sure I had as much of my sperm pushed out as possible, but I was just enjoying sex with this girl. Her body was amazing.

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    About 15 minutes after our orgasms, her friend Singer was dressed up like her—only she Swingre a grey mouse came over and whispered in her ear. Rad cat girl nodded and moved to get up. Swinger dad pulled my dick out of her and she got ead. Her mouse friend did the opposite. I Swingsr off the now well used condom and saw the end of it dadd been Swigner to ribbons. I disposed of it quickly before anyone saw it. I put the Swinter condom on and went to work on her. She was not as tight Swinger dad the cat girl Swihger she was Swihger not a virgin.

    She was pretty well experienced, in fact. Strangely enough, even Swunger she was technically better, the excitement level Swinget the cat girl made the sex more enjoyable. The mouse girl had me sit on the couch and she rode me dxd reverse cowgirl fashion. She began jumping on me like I was an adult-themed pogo stick. Every now and then, she would stop bouncing to rock and grind her hips on me. And when she did, she could control her vaginal walls to massage my dick. That was a new feeling for me—one that I could feel even through the condom! She would do that for a while and then go back to jumping on my cock. During one of her jumping sessions, I felt the condom bust open and get pushed down my cock, all in one jump.

    But there was no doubt in my mind that my condom was now nothing more than a ring of bunched up latex around the base of my dick. The mouse girl stopped bouncing and began rocking, grinding, and massaging my dick with her pussy walls. My orgasm built quickly and I blew a decent sized load right into and past her cervix. Her eyes shot open in realization and her own body had an orgasm in automatic response. She turned her head to the side and asked to verify that I was wearing a condom. Satisfied it was there, she went back to fucking me. When she was finished, she simply stood up and walked away without even turning around to look at me. Before I could get up, the cat girl came back over and stood before me.

    She made a square shape with her index fingers and thumbs while tilting her head to the side. The question was clear: I put it on and she turned around while pulling her pants down. She had been watching her friend and me going at it and wanted to try what the mouse was doing. She straddled over my legs and sat down on my cock. Even after having fucked a short time ago, she was still very tight. I held her by her slim hips and she tried jumping on my cock. After just a few small bounces, I could feel my cock head poking out of the tip.

    I was too busy looking at her tattoo to even care. I knew that as long as I lived, I would never forget that tattoo. She was leaning forward, supporting her upper body on her hands which were on my knees. Every time she rocked her hips back and down, I could see my dick disappearing inside her. And I knew that even though the part of my dick that I could see looked securely wrapped, the top was completely open to her pussy. The cat girl started to lean back and I took the opportunity to slide my hands under her top and hold her perfectly shaped tits again.

    I could feel my cockhead pushing into her cervix with force and she was moaning again. My orgasm was building and hers was too. Once again, hers hit a second before mine and we blasted our fluids all over and in each other.

    After our orgasms subsided, she kept herself impaled on my cock for about five minutes before standing up. I waved back and her mouse friend joined her as they went out the front door. I was pretty well spent having had three orgasms, so I left right behind them. I saw them get in their car—the mouse girl was driving. When I got to my car, I put my regular clothes back on and removed my mask. For a moment I felt like a superhero—or perhaps super villain pretty evil to try and knock up a couple of unsuspecting girls…. I went home and showered while reliving the evening in my head. Just thinking about the cat girl was enough to get my dick hard.

    But I had to put her out of my mind or else walk the rest of my life with a raging boner. I threw the costume in the garbage and started doing more searching for singles and swingers in the area. Over the next few weeks, I attended a few swingers groups, but there was nothing like that Halloween party. For sure the cat and mouse girls were not there—the swingers I was seeing were definitely older than most of those at the Halloween party. It was a Friday night and I was just getting home after having been at a singles meeting. When I pulled into my driveway, I saw Erin was home from college. She had been staying with her friend during the weeks to help cut down on commuting to and from school traffic could be bad in the mornings.

    I parked the car and went inside. Erin greeted me and I asked her how she was doing in school. She was already showered and in her pajamas. We were talking at the kitchen table and I got up to get her a snack before bed; she got up to help. We continued to talk as we prepared our snacks; after living with each other for the last 18 years, we worked well together. But I was a bit distracted by some of my thoughts and, as I was handing her a fork, I let go of it before I knew she had a handle on it. I turned to look at what I had done and saw her picking up the utensil from the floor.

    That was when I saw that her pajama bottoms had slipped down a little and she had a tattoo. I only saw the very top of it, but I knew it was there. I called her out on it immediately. To my shock and horror, I recognized the tattoo immediately: I felt like I might pass out. In a flood of realization, I knew that I had fucked my own daughter, taking her virginity, and that I had at least attempted to plant my seed in her fertile womb. I had to sit down. She saw my reaction and presumed it was just because of the tattoo. But I had to come up with a reason for my reaction and I had to do it fast.

    It is beautiful, in fact and it suits you well. But that was a moot point now. Now it was time to pray that she was not in the fertile time of her cycle when I shot my cum inside of her. Looking back, the mouse girl was the same height and build as her friend and she did seem like a bit of a slut. I bet it was her idea to drag my daughter there, too. Perhaps swinging was in her blood as it was in mine and her mothers. Who knows about such things? The next day was a normal Saturday for us. We spent some time around the house just talking and hanging out. I still saw her as my daughter in spite of having had sex with her, but I was also seeing her as her own independent woman. She was just beginning to live her own life; making her own decisions.

    After a day of talking and getting to know each other on a different level, we decided to rest our vocal chords and watch a movie. I let her pick the movie and nearly choked when she selected the latest Spiderman movie. I had a difficult time paying attention to the movie. All I could think about was the party when I was fucking Erin—cumming inside of her. To my surprise, I was getting hard again; the image of her ass with the sexy tramp stamp bouncing on my lap as my dick disappeared into her clean shaven pussy was the only image I saw on the large screen TV. The only thing I could hear was her whispering in my ear if I had a condom and her moans and screams in orgasm.

    In hind sight, it was clear those screams were from my daughter; how did I not realize it when it was happening? I remembered the taste of her pussy and how smooth and clean she was on my tongue. Erin asked if she could get me anything and I said I was ok; that it was probably just something I ate. I went into the bathroom like some high school kid and jerked off. It only took a matter of about 30 seconds of jerking off before I blew my load in the toilet. And it took much less time for the shame and guilt to sink in. With the erection taken care of, I was going to go and get something to drink from the kitchen, but just as I was about to enter the living room on my way there, I saw Erin was taking care of herself in the same manner as I had.

    She was still watching the movie and Spiderman was battling it out with the bad guys. That was very unusual for me on a Sunday; normally I would have slept until around But then I realized what brought me out of my sleep. Erin was awake already and she was in the bathroom—puking her guts out as quietly as she could. I got up and went to the door and knocked gently, asking if she was ok. But whatever you ate last night, it got me, too. I never thought I would wish food poisoning on my daughter, but right now that was better than what was in my head.

    She asked how I was feeling and I said that I was fine. She took comfort in that; figuring she would be better soon as well. I made her pancakes her favorite and she had a hard time eating them. I told her not to force herself if she was still not feeling well and she thanked me for understanding. I went to the fridge, removed the dip, and threw it away anyway. By mid morning, she was feeling some-what better and asked to use the washer and dryer. She kissed me on the cheek and thanked me. She plopped down in front of the TV and turned it on before taking a nap within a few minutes.

    I set about doing her laundry and, while doing a load of her darks, found the top she used as part of her cat costume. I just looked at it for a few seconds and remembered how perfect her breasts were. She had a large assortment of sexy and racy panties. I was pretty used to seeing them; she started wearing sexy underwear before she even started high school. But now it seemed…different. I found one pair that looked like they had been worn recently—probably last night. The goo in the crotch was still wet and shinny. The fragrance was all too familiar: Before I knew what I was doing, I was licking the goo out of her panties before tossing them in the washer.

    What was wrong with me? This was Erin I was thinking about—my daughter—my own flesh and blood! After tasting the sweet goo for a few minutes, I swallowed it down, unwilling or able to spit it out. I pushed the thoughts out of my head and finished her laundry, folding each item as I always do for her. By the time she woke up from her nap, her laundry was done. Maybe he knows what his flaw is and ignores it. He really is looking for a nice girl with the view he can find one with the possibility of settling down and getting married. Being normal, being accepted and doing the stuff everybody else does with their lives. The antagonist force is like I suggested the Stepfather Maybe they didn't get on when his mother was alive and he left home because of him.

    So you need to build into your story some back history to show the stepfather as some disruptive force in his life preventing him achieving his goals. Maybe as a way of trying to repair their relationship he encourages his stepson to go out and be a swinger and this further complicates their relationship because each girl he meets is also only after casual sex and not after a relationship and also not looking to settle down. Now you have the semblance of some kind of story emerging. So anything you do with a Swingers story is going to come back and relate to this movie because it caused quite a stir when first released. Maybe "STEP SWINGERS" You can use the word step metaphorically as a step backwards or forwards in a character's life as a positive or negative thing and at the same time a direct reference to the fact that both the son and father are only related though marriage as stepson and stepfather.

    That way the title is a little more subtle otherwise you're concentrating on the father only in the title when they story is meant to be about both of them. Here's a stab at your logline how I see it An over-protected and shy son struggles to come to terms with an oversexed stepfather after his mother's death. After venturing on a series of failed swingers dates together he has to escape or he'll end up a sad old bastard just like his stepdad. Now that might not be your story but that's how a logline should be written. You'll remember the article How To Construct a Logline here http: Hope this helps to springboard other ideas for you.


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