Continued from Season 2, C1
Tim fucked me several times through the night in our bed. When he wasn't reaming my well fucked pussy, Dad was. I was surprised when my new lover reported my pussy had retained an almost perfectly tight form so long as we waited half an hour after my stepdad plundered my hole with his much longer, thicker cock.
In the morning, Tim left, but before that, he seemed to want some closure. I was in our kitchen making Dad coffee when Tim came out of the spare room where he'd showered and dressed, lugging his overnight suitcase. He smiled and made a straight line for me.
"I'm leaving now, Hannah."
"Okay, bye, Tim. Thanks for visiting."
He seemed hesitant, and my heart stopped. I worried about this moment after I'd slipped out of our bed this morning.
"Umm... will I see you again?"
"That's between you and Dad."
"But how do you feel about seeing me again, Hannah?"
"I don't feel anything, Tim. I love Keith, and that's the end. I'm really sorry if you caught feelings for me through the night, but it's not something I want to pursue, sorry."
"I did catch feelings, Hannah, because you are an incredible woman. Look... I'd better leave now before embarrassing myself."
"Sorry, Tim. Have a safe journey home."
I stirred my Dad's coffee, smiled and nodded at Tim, then turned away and left feeling nothing aside from a few good bedroom memories. Dad was coming out of the bathroom, so I set his mug down on a nightstand and pointed to it.
"Tim left just now."
"Any problem, Hannah?"
"None. He asked if there might be a return to our bed in his future."
"Our bed or yours?"
"I'm not sure. I think he wanted to see me alone."
"What did you say?"
"I told him it was up to you."
"Good girl. I don't think it's a good idea."
"Me neither."
And that was it. My first time being fucked by more than one guy was achieved with no emotional problems except for Tim's confused feelings, which would fade in a few days. I had moved on from a threesome at a worrying pace.
"We need to be at the Donation Room in an hour, Dad."
"I'm already showered and half-dressed, baby; you aren't."
Dad laughed. I shrugged off his red sleeveless gym shirt with a gorilla motif and my salmon pink sweat shorts. He gasped, and I felt happy by his lascivious expression at my nakedness, so I teased a little, bending over and pointing my slit at him. Dad's cock jerked to attention as he scanned my breasts, pussy, and legs.
"No wanking off while I shower, Dad. The cream pies are being sold to visitors today."
"What about the newbie girls you mentioned last night?"
"I checked for bookings on the app this morning, and we have a full schedule with visitors coming all day. There is a coachload arriving from a lesbian writers' group who are having a tour around the school."
"Why would they be interested in this event?"
"Apparently, a few writers want to give it a go so they can incorporate the Donations Room antics into their erotic stories."
"It's all women today, though?"
"Yes, so the tongue should be excellent."
"I'll make sure the cock is as well, sweetheart."
"Take a pill, Dad. You have half an hour to recover between each slot."
"How many slots?"
"I've committed us to six."
He looked worried, but I knew that Dad would rise to the challenge once his pill was popped. I showered quickly and wore simple cotton briefs with sweats and no bra.
"Come on, Dad. We'll be late."
"Sorry, sweetheart. I was-."
"Worried?"
"Yes."
"There is no reason to worry. You're a fucking stud, and the only person you need to focus on is me. I'll feed the girls your semen while you rest between shifts."
I sidled up close to him, wrapping my arms around Dad's waist. His expression softened, and I saw confidence flood in, more so when I rubbed his cock, getting exactly the reaction I wanted.
"Let's go, stud."
The Donations Room was exactly as I had designed it to be. Each hospital bed was laid out as though in a large ward with privacy curtains for the cream pie eater just in case anonymity was required.
"It's so clean in here, Hannah."
"I asked for hospital standards. I thought it would make a great playroom for many themes. We could run prostate massage days, bed baths with a happy ending, and naughty nurse."
"How did you come up with this?"
"My friend Kate Granger suggested it. She needs some fucking help to be honest. The girl's imagination has run wild."
"It will boost revenues. I'm sure Trixy is happy."
"Yep. She should be here soon."
The outsiders waited in line as though preparing to give blood when they were actually here to withdraw from the semen bank.
At the end of each bed was a low queening stool with elastic strap seats stretched across a tubular steel frame.
"The girl squats with her creamy labia poking through the slit between two elastic seat straps. The recipient lies underneath and eats as much pussy as they like for a maximum of thirty minutes each."
I leaped up onto the bed, wriggling out of my sweats and knickers. A pupil dressed in a nurse uniform rushed over, gripped my ankles, and hoisted both heels into restraints dangling from the ceiling.
Dad's eyes popped out of his head.
"Are you okay?"
"It's all so fucking clinical."
"Yeah, it's taboo transactional sex, Dad."
The next lady in line was a gorgeous woman around my father's age. She winked at me, seeming delighted that I was her donator. She skipped across the gap between us, clasped my hand in both of hers, and beamed like the cat about to get the cream.
"I'm Celia."
"Hannah, hi."
"Is this your Dad?"
"Yes. His name is Keith."
"Will he be the one fucking you?"
"Yep. Shall we start?"
"Can I hold your hand throughout, please?"
"No problem. In what position would you like to eat me out?"
"I'd prefer you doggy style with your creamy slit pointing up. I'll stand at the end of the bed and eat you from there."
"That's fine. I'll have my Dad fuck me in that position as well."
I bristled with arousal that scrubbed against every taboo. I knew this approach to satisfying kinks would work and was an obvious evolution of Fanbury Hall's curriculum. Dad and Celia helped me to position my hands and knees on the bed.
"I've been looking forward to this since you announced it, and who would have thought I'd get Hannah."
"You wanted me specifically?"
"All the old Fanbury girls want you, sweetheart. You're famous."
"You're a Fanbury girl?"
"Yes."
"Do you hear that, Dad? Make this a special one."
My Dad clambered onto the bed, set both feet flat, and crouched on his haunches. Two triangular handles with strong webbing straps dangled from the ceiling. When Keith gripped them, Celia took my hand, rubbing its back softly.
"You thought of everything in here, Hannah. I can't wait to report back to others. This Donations Room will have a permanent line outside."
"I hope so."
"You need a tip jar, honey."
When Dad slid his cock deep inside my hole, Celia leaned back to get a close-up. She gasped, Dad moaned, and I whimpered, enjoying my exposure to many others who watched my father schooling my cunt with his giant cock.
The hand grips helped take Dad's weight, and that allowed him to rail me faster and harder, using powerful quadriceps muscles to power his cock deep inside my cunt. I was being taken much deeper than usual and even more so when a nurse passing by stepped up beside my father, slipping her latex glove-covered hands between my ass cheeks, prising my cunt wide open.
"Oh, fuck!"
I orgasmed, clenching Celia's hand tightly while Dad pounded my pussy hole with a stallion pill-induced, gnarly, solid cock. I was in heaven, rolling through an ocean of massive orgasmic waves while my stepfather crushed my cervix with the tip of his cock.
I gasped when he decanted his love seed inside me, and Celia smiled expectantly.
"Keep my cream pie warm, please, Hannah."
"There's so fucking much semen inside me."
"Did Daddy fill up his little girl?"
"Oh, fuck... I'm so full."
Dad was unrelenting, ramming his massive cock deep inside, jerking and twitching until every drop of seed was deposited. The nurse let go of my ass cheeks, prised Dad's apart, and slipped a gloved finger inside his back passage, making sure my paying customer got a full load by repeatedly pressing on his prostate gland.
"I think your Dad's fully empty now. Don't you?"
"I'm so fucking full."
"That's good, Hannah. This reminds me of the old days when I was fucked three or four times daily."
"At Fanbury?"
"Yes, of course. How could a girl fuck her dad anywhere else."
"Stepdad?"
As my father slipped his cock out of my gaping wide hole, Celia dove in, splaying my ass cheeks apart, expertly plowing her tongue up my slit to the stretched hole that liberally dripped my Dad's semen.
Dad staggered around to the front, kissing me, panting like a marathon runner, while Celia made a meal of our love. She sucked my drenched labia, slurping like a kid on an ice lolly. When my cream dispenser flow reduced, the expert pussy licker moved onto my clitoris, hauling her out from the protective pouch in which she hid.
Dad held my hand as Celia found the orgasm he'd started that had mostly subsided. She got hold of the tickle with her tongue, extended it to a ripple, then a shudder, and finally an explosion. I squirted, and she drank, puckering both lips, inserting them inside my hole, and sucking hard. I was like a water pistol fired like a machine gun with small, sharp jets sprayed into her mouth.
My orgasm peaked, and I shuddered, gripping the steel rails on either side of my hospital bed for balance and control. She moaned, almost chanting like monks in a monastery chapel. It powered me onward, and I felt lifted from all the problems of the world into clouds where Unicorns danced, and rainbows were forever.
"I'm done, Hannah. You won't need any tissues from the nurse. I sucked all of your dad's seed out."
"I felt that. You give such excellent tongue."
"I'll be back, young lady. I hope everything goes well between you and Dad."
"Thank you, Celia."
"Oh... two things. Try offering loyalty cards, and don't forget the tip jar!"
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I think I know that Granger lady mentioned in the story. I agree she has an imagination that would shock most of the known world. Not to mention what a gifted writer she is. Hannah really got railed in this chapter, the loyalty cards and the tip jar will help with spending money.
My friend Kate Granger suggested it. She needs some fucking help to be honest. The girl's imagination has run wild." Hahaha. Love this little comment slipped in there! Great episode.