Hey readers, sorry I've been silent for so long. I'm incredibly stressed out right now, and I just haven't had much time for anything fun. There's work, medical issues, automobile issues, personal issues... oh, the whole mess. You don't want to hear about it. I don't want to talk about it.
I'll write something when I get a chance and am in the mood. Until then, reread the old stuff. Only kidding.
Something recently made me think of doctors: specifically, their reactions to me at various times. I've given doctors wood, is what I'm saying. I didn't really think about it, but I've actually done it a fair number of times. I guess I should be ashamed of myself. But I'll reserve shame for priests.
When I was younger, our family doctor was an old friend. He wasn't a pediatrician, per se, but he was of the old school of doctor, where he'd see everyone in the family. My mom had a gynecologist, and my Dad had some doctors for specific things, but for the general stuff, we always went to our family doctor. I'm going to call him Doctor Vic, even though that is patently not his name, because I'm not going to get him in trouble. He's dead now, but I don't want to get his memory in trouble. Or maybe he's not dead. I won't tell. Patient-doctor privilege.
Doctor Vic knew what was going on; he'd been our doctor for long enough to realize a few things. I don't know how much he knew, but he definitely knew that the girls were sexually active, because he examined us and prescribed the contraceptives. He never said anything, but I'm pretty sure he knew with whom we were active, too, because whenever we had a scare, Dad usually got a little worried too. But he never did anything other than be a terrific doctor.
Once I was no longer a little kid, moving on into teen-hood, I noticed that Doctor Vic was being a little uncomfortable around me. I never had a problem taking my clothes off for him, but at a certain point he started having problems with it. I'm not saying they were obvious, but I've made enough men uncomfortable to know when I'm doing it again. And frankly, I was a flirt when I was younger, much more so than I am now. I shudder to think what Sheri was like, and she had tits and everything.
I tried to make Doctor Vic as uncomfortable as possible, and on more than one occasion I got him hard in his pants while he was examining me. But he never said anything, and I never went any further. Sheri never slept with him either, so I'd say its safe to think that he was just involuntarily attracted to us. He had a wife, and never showed any disposition toward younger women. Maybe it was just us.
Then when I got older, I got my own doctor for the big stuff, who was a woman. Since I always went there with my mom or by myself, she didn't know anything about my dad, but she did know I was having a lot of sex at a fairly young age. She tried to talk to my mother about it once, but my mother said she was aware of it and pretty much stopped the conversation. I mean, I was 16 or so, so I guess there wasn't a lot she could do about it. She kept me supplied with the pill, made sure I wasn't harboring any nasties, and only looked shocked once or twice a visit when she would ask me questions she wasn't expecting me to answer.
Since then, I've had a number of doctors, both male and female, and I've never fucked any of them. I had a very creepy doctor for a week or so because of a health plan I was on, who basically was feeling me up when he examined me, and contrary to popular belief, I'm not interested in that. Frankly, I want to trust my doctor, and I'm not terribly interested in having anything other than a professional relationship with them. It makes things simpler. So I wrangled out of that doctor in a hurry, even though it was a pain in the ass.
But all that thinking about doctors reminded me of the one doctor I actually did fuck. He wasn't my doctor; he was actually the father of a guy I was dating. I was in high school at the time, and had been dating this guy for a few weeks, and he asked me to come on a weekend trip with him and his dad. I wasn't thrilled about the idea of his dad being there, because I had been looking forward to being alone with the guy, let's call him Kevin. Kevin and I had only done oral at that point, although I had swallowed his cum enough times that I could have identified him by its taste, so I was hoping for some reciprocation. But I said yes, because his father was rich, and they'd take me to expensive places.
We went to the city (which one, I won't tell you), stayed in a posh hotel suite, saw the sights, ate expensive food. It was nice. His father was divorced, a doctor like I said, and he seemed pleased as punch that I had come along. I even found some time alone with Kevin to suck him off, which I guess made him pleased as punch that I had come along too.
The first night, I had a room all to myself, which was too bad. Kevin and his dad slept in the other room. The bathroom was through my room, however. Well, I woke up in the middle of the night when Kevin's father opened the door and came through the room. I figured he was going to the bathroom, but he stopped in the middle of the room. I was still half-asleep when he crawled into bed next to me.
Well, there were warring impulses in my brain. On the one hand, I wanted to be outraged. On the other, Kevin's father wasn't bad looking, and he was rich, and I was horny. On the third hand (what, I have three hands in my brain) I was still asleep, pretty much.
He whispered in my ear, "Lexi, are you awake?" I nodded a little sleepily. "Kevin told me about you," his father said. "How you like sucking cock. Do you like sucking anybody's cock, or just my son's?"
"I like other things too," I said. I don't think I meant it the way it came out. I think I was protesting that I'm not a whore. But really, it sounds very suggestive.
He nuzzled up against my ear. "What kind of other things?" His hand reached around and stroked my chin, down my neck, over a breast.
"I like that," I said, because I did. The horniness was winning out. I could have been dreaming.
"Would you like to show me what you do with Kevin?" he asked.
"Only if you do what he hasn't."
"What's that?"
"Use his cock for something other than filling my mouth."
"Come here," he said commandingly, like I was across the room. I rolled over to face him, and saw for the first time that all he had on was a pair of shorts. "You're a little slut, aren't you?"
I don't personally get off on being called names, for those people taking notes. But like I said, this was so surreal. Obviously he enjoyed believing he was seducing me. He pulled the covers back. "Take your clothes off for me," he commanded again. I guess doctors are used to command. I wasn't wearing all that much, a t-shirt and a pair of boxers. I slipped them off and stood there by the bed, totally naked. His cock was tenting his shorts. He pulled them down, and I was pleased to see a nice cock underneath.
"Show me how you suck, little girl," he said. So I went over, knelt down over his crotch, and started sucking his cock. He was circumcised, which was a change, and while he wasn't too long, he was quite thick. It took some effort to fit him in my mouth, and I didn't try to put him in my throat. I guess he didn't expect me to, but he did give me instructions all through it.
Once I judged that he was ready, I pulled off him and grabbed my purse to get a condom. He laughed softly, not a very nice laugh, and pulled me back to him. "A little slut like you doesn't need protection," he said. I was going to protest, but he kissed me, hard and forceful, with his hands on my breasts, kneading and tweaking.
He rolled me over until I was beneath him, and then he spread my legs with a hand and reached up between them, stroking my pubis. "You're so wet," he said, pleased. "Kevin should have fucked you by now, wet little slut that you are. But maybe you were waiting for a real man."
I didn't say anything as he slipped a finger into my passage, and it was rough just like everything else he had done. "I'm a doctor, so I know everything I need to know about anatomy," he said with a grin down at me. "You know I once stuck my dick in a corpse, back in medical school. A dirty little slut like you isn't much different." I don't know whether I believe him or not; my understanding is that lots of doctors and morticians have the opportunity. I doubt that he fucked a corpse; probably just a med-school dare.
When he entered me it was thick, spread me wide open, and he wasn't slow and gentle about it. I screamed a little, and he laughed and started fucking me, hard and fast. It wasn't the most pleasant fuck I've ever had, but after a while I got used to it and started enjoying myself. He certainly was, grunting all sorts of nasty things about me, calling me a slut and a whore.
Then he got very quiet and pulled out and moved up to my head and sprayed a massive load all over my face and tits. He tasted like his son, a bit. "Clean it all up like a good girl," he said to me as he sat back and looked down at me. "Was that what you wanted?"
And then we heard the door open, and Kevin came in. "What the hell is going on?" he asked groggily.
"Lexi and I were just talking about you," his father said.
"Oh," said Kevin. "I've got to piss." And he went into the bathroom. I was a little surprised, more so when his father made no move to put clothes back on or cover me. It was dark in the room, but it must have been fairly obvious that I was lying there naked. I just kept cleaning myself up. Kevin's father offered me his cock to clean too, by the time we heard the flush and Kevin came back.
"Feeling better?" asked his father.
"I'm too tired for this right now," Kevin said.
"Too tired for this?" asked his father, pointing at me. I think Kevin finally noticed that I wasn't wearing anything.
"Jesus Dad, you couldn't help yourself," he said, a little mad. "Lexi, I'm really sorry about my dad."
"Oh, she didn't mind," said his father before I could respond. It was a little strange. "Lexi, don't worry. You're not the first girlfriend of his I've had."
"Yeah, but this time it was before I had a chance," said Kevin. The conversation reminded me of home, sort of. They were so nonchalant about it.
"It's not my fault," said his father. "I didn't break her or anything. You should have acted faster." It was like I wasn't even there. "When I bought you that hooker in Vegas to be your first, I didn't hear you complaining when I had her to try her out, see if she was worth the money." It sounded like an argument they'd had in the past.
"Well, Lexi, I hope you don't mind."
"She's still wanting more, aren't you, little slut? Why don't you come here and give it to her."
"Dad, Lexi's not a slut."
"Oh, she's a little slut all right. She sucked my cock like a little slut, let me fuck her like a slut, and then she gobbled down my cum like a slut."
"I'm sorry, Lexi. I didn't know..."
"It's okay," I said. "To tell you the truth, I would like some more. Why don't you come over here."
I'll say this for him, his father moved away pretty quickly when it became apparent that Kevin and I were going to fuck. I had half expected him to stay sitting on the bed and command both of us.
Kevin didn't really need any encouraging, but I sucked him, better than I had his father, just to prove a point. I deepthroated him like a show-off. Then I got to my hands and knees and told him to fuck me, and he did exactly what I said. He wasn't a slouch, which was good, and when he was about to pull out, I told him to cum inside me, just to shock his father. He grunted and thrust one last time and spilled a nice load into my babymaker.
They let me get back to sleep after that; I don't think there was anything they had left to say or do. I heard them arguing a little through the door, but I was too tired to care too much.
Then the next day, we stayed in. No more sightseeing for us. His father ordered room service, bought the porn, and told the two of us that the three of us were going to have a wild time of it. We sat around naked in their room, drinking shots from the minibar, eating pizza and fries, watching porn. And every half-hour or so, one or the other of them wanted to fuck. It was a terrific party. I got drunk as a skunk and I think they liked that. In the end, I was just lying on my side watching the porn and giggling, and one or the other of them was behind me, thrusting into my cummy pussy. I lost track of the number of times they fucked me.
I woke up the next day with his dad fucking me, actually. Kevin was still asleep in the other bed, and I was on my back with his father over me. He rolled me onto him when he saw me wake up, and I rocked on him for a while before he came inside me. Then I lay on his chest and felt like crap for a few minutes, because I had a bit of a hangover and it was fairly early.
That was the day we had to go back home, but before we did, Kevin and his father managed to fuck me again. I really was feeling like a slut. I think I might have still been drunk from the previous day. I drank a lot.
We sort of stumbled out of the hotel at checkout time, and then drove home. His father wanted me to stop by the house, but I said I had some homework to do, and Kevin made his father drop me off at my house. I didn't do any homework that evening. My parents didn't say anything, but I think they knew I'd been partying. I don't know if they knew with whom.
After that, Kevin's father kept wanting him to bring me over for a while. I put him off, told him I couldn't, plied him with some head to get him over it. But eventually his father stopped asking for me, and Kevin said that he had a new girl, some nurse. I asked Kevin point-blank if he'd fucked his dad's new girl too, and he sheepishly said he had. So I broke up with him. To be honest, it wasn't because of that at all; I just wanted an excuse to break up with him. Hell, if I had been more into him, I could have come over and he and I and his dad and his dad's new toy could have had a wild time. Occasionally over the next year or so I would ponder the fact that he could have gotten me lots of booze, and we could have had fun. But to be honest, although I did enjoy the party, I was a little creeped out by his father, and he and I just didn't click.
So yeah, that is, to my knowledge, the only medical doctor I've ever had sex with. Probably not the only doctor's son, but definitely the only time I've had both together. I wish they had double-teamed me. I love me some DP.
Nothing much has been going on with me the past week. I've just been kind of busy. But I have a few moments, so I had a very nice reader ask me a question and I promised I'd answer it for everyone. I can't promise it will be a good answer, but I'll answer it.
"So what 'rules' would you have in your own family, your kids?" - David
It's something I've thought about a fair amount, because I want to be a mother some day, and I want to be as good a parent to my kids as my parents were to me and my siblings. The funny thing is that we didn't have too many "rules" growing up about sex. Some things were just understood. We weren't supposed to have sex of any kind before Mom and Dad felt we were ready. We weren't supposed to talk about sex in inappropriate circumstances. We were supposed to be discreet about sex in general. We were supposed to be safe about sex, make sure to be on the pill or wearing a condom, with people outside the family. We got regular checkups to make sure we didn't get any diseases.
I say "supposed to" because we broke all those rules, at one time or another. Sheri had sex before she was ready. We all let things slip, and we all were riskier than we probably should have been. Sheri stopped taking the pill when she was 15 I think, and she never made any guy wear a condom. Again, it's surprising that she never got pregnant or died of an STD. The rest of the family were pretty good about safety, but pretty good probably isn't good enough.
So I guess the rules in my family will be inspired by the rules of my parents. I'm certainly going to make rules about safety, and I think I'm going to be tougher about them. Any daughter of mine will be on the pill and carry a purse full of condoms, and by god she will use them. I believe in being open about things, so if she's got an impregnation fetish like Sheri did, well then we'll talk about that, and we'll figure out what to do.
As far as being ready for sex, while I do love the idea of my family tradition, where either I or my husband will be the first one to fuck the kids, I have to admit, I think it's a little unfair to the kids. If I have a daughter and she's raring to go when she's 7 years old, well then we'll talk about that. I want to have some say, but I think that sexual exploration when you're young is incredibly important, more important that a stupid tradition. The first time with Dad is always going to be a first time. Likewise with my son; his first time with me will be special, no matter how many times he's done it previously. And if I have both a son and a daughter, their first time together will be magical.
I'll want to make sure that people who have sex with my children are good people, at least at first. I'll probably want to watch to make sure they don't get hurt. So a rule might be, if you want to have sex, you have to come back to my house. Until they're old enough, any sex should take place in the house, not someplace unsafe.
We will definitely have a rule about no meaning no. I can't stress that enough. I'm not talking about never, I'm talking about being able to say, "Not tonight." If you're living in a sexual relationship with people you love very much, it's important to be able to decline an offer without it being an insult, just as it's important for the declining to be respected. There have been a few times with Mike when I wished I could have told him I wasn't in the mood, but he would have been hurt. Now, of course, we're old enough that he knows better, but when you're young, knowing that not fucking tonight isn't hurtful is important. My daughters, if I have them, will be strong. They will not get pushed around. It's worked out pretty well for me.
We'll definitely have to have a rule about talking about sex with people. I don't know how effective that rule will be; kids will be kids. But we'll need a rule about that, because, well, if they can execute someone for raping their step-daughter, then I think the climate for incest in this country is definitely turning cold, so we'll have to keep it under our hats. Not that I'm saying we'll be raping anyone, but that's the way the world sees it. Of course, there's a difference between kids talking about sex abstractly and kids talking about having sex with their parents. In the first case, the worst that can happen is that someone wonders how this young kid got so well informed. In the second case... I shudder to think.
Obviously, if a child of mine decides that he or she doesn't want to have sex with me, or with my husband, or indeed with anyone, I'm going to respect that. Which is why I'm not sure about the tradition aspect of things. I wanted it, but it's possible that it being a tradition may have influenced my thinking on the subject. If we just introduce the kids to sex without any particular agenda, and let them discover it on their own, possibly with us, possibly with others in a safe way, then I think there's less likelihood of any pressure being put on the child, even if we don't mean to apply that pressure. I know Dad wanted his daughters, and I think he was trying subconsciously to make sure we would be his. Without that expectation, I think things will happen the same way, but the kids will be less pressured.
I can't believe that introducing kids to sex is a bad thing. It's natural, and if they can learn about it and experience it safely, regardless of social mores, they'll be happier, more whole adults as a result. I'm beating a dead horse, but I do genuinely believe that people should have sex, and that the only thing that makes sex unhealthy is the fact that people are repressed about it. It's like using the bathroom; there's a time and a place for everything, but that doesn't make it terrible and wrong. If we potty trained children like we teach them about sex, we'd be a nation of diaper-wearers.
Let's see... no smoking, no drinking, swearing when you stub your toe or if it's funny, no drugs, try to keep the one-night stands to a minimum (after all, if you're just looking for some sex, the family should be able to provide that much more safely and, may I say, entertainingly), and talk. Lots of talk. Communication is more important than rules. Like I said, if my daughter when she's 13 really wants to have a baby, she should come to me and we should talk about it. I won't simply lock her in her room and forbid her to see anyone ever again. I probably won't let her get pregnant, but we can talk about it. It's not sick. Some people's bodies are just that way.
Of course, no plan survives contact with the enemy, so doubtless I will just draw on my own experiences and get advice from people I trust. And in spite of the best parenting, sometimes things just go wrong. I hope it won't be too bad. My fear that it will is probably the main reason why I'm not planning on getting married and having three kids tomorrow.
Wow, that was pretty boring. Not very sexy at all. Sorry, I'll try to make up for it next time.
To continue my previous story (which I broke up so's the tags would be neater, I guess), I went upstairs and found Dad sitting on the couch. Mom was out in the kitchen. He looked at me with a look that said, "So, you've found yourself a young thing, huh?"
"She's cute," was all he said.
"How do you know?"
"I saw her leave."
"Dad!" I tried hard to be shocked, but couldn't. What the hell, he could watch her, as long as she didn't see him.
"How is she?"
"New at it."
"She's the one your boyfriend..."
"He's not my boyfriend."
"Okay, that kid you keep fucking, he popped her cherry?"
"Yes."
"Wish I had been there to see that? Well, I've missed you," he said, opening his arms.
"Me too," I said, slipping out of the robe. "I wish you had been there to see it too. I wish they knew about everything so you could show Sveta how a real man fucks."
"This James kid not a real man? Oh, pull the thing out of your butt, girl, it's making you walk like a toad." He laughed at that. I shot him a look.
"James is still learning. He's a good learner," I said as I reached back and with a little difficulty pulled the plug out of my ass. It felt nice with it in, but it also felt nice with it out. Plus I was looking forward to something else inside me.
"Well, you know how we feel about telling people," said Dad unnecessarily.
And then I was in his arms, and we were kissing. This is usually how it goes after he and Mom go on vacation; it's great for them because they get to go off alone and fuck, but once they come back, Dad and I always miss each other terribly.
And that's why I haven't posted about this before now. Because basically I've been fucking Dad. Not nonstop, but he's been inside me more often than not. He gets invigorated by vacations, comes home and shares the energy with me. Mom doesn't mind; to tell you the truth, I think she's perfectly happy to have a few days where Dad doesn't want to fuck. Her sex drive is much lower than mine, obviously.
We made love that first time face to face on the couch, me sitting in his lap and wrapping my legs around him. We just mostly kissed and hugged, and the fact that his cock was jutting up from his lap into my pussy was like an afterthought.
Then he twisted us around so he could start properly fucking me, his hips pressing into the cradle of my thighs. It had been a week. That's a long time for me. So I came quickly, and kept cumming for a while, a long, drawn-out, low key O, the kind I can really enjoy with Dad because he can keep fucking me right through it.
He told me to get on my knees for him, so I got to all fours and he got behind me on the floor and pressed home again, and fucked me properly. In the middle of a shattering O, he pressed as deep as he could and fired a huge load directly into my cervix. God, it made me cum so hard. I forgot all about James and Sveta, about everything except my Daddy filling me with his seed.
We cleaned up, ate some left-overs since no one felt like cooking, and then Dad asked me if I was tired. I was, a little, but I wanted more, so I shook my head. I don't know whether anyone believed me; I had a hard week, for reasons I won't go into, so probably I looked like hell, big circles under my eyes, very tired and spacey. But Dad took me upstairs to my bedroom and laid me back and ate me out, which is something we don't do that often because usually we're both ready to go and don't want to waste time. I mean, with other guys I want to be given some head because then I can guarantee an orgasm, but my Dad can fuck me longer than most guys devote to foreplay, fucking, and afterglow all in one. But I like it when he does lick my pussy; he likes the taste, and while he's not the best at giving head, it still winds my crank.
When I was about ready to cum I told him to get up and get inside me again before I did, and he obliged. So we made love on my bed, him on top of me, for a while, while I came, and then quieted, and came again, softly but freely. I really wish Dad would fuck my ass; that would have made the whole thing better. But I love his cock in my cunt anyway.
It took him even longer to cum, through a number of orgasms on my part, until I was almost starting to wear out. Then he saw it in my eyes that I wasn't going to last too much longer, so he flipped me over again and fucked me the way he always fucks Sheri, face down lying on my face, straddling my ass and fucking down into my pussy. I think the strain of it is too hard for him to keep up for long, but it makes him cum more quickly, and it made it harder for me to fall asleep, so I felt it when He sprayed my womb with cream. I didn't feel him slip out, because he lay there on top of me, going soft slowly, until I fell asleep.
I woke up in the morning feeling the way I always feel in the morning, but with the slightly enjoyment of a cunt still creamy from last night. And well, I was horny again, so I found Dad in the living room and started sucking his cock, which didn't need but a look at his daughter's naked body bobbing over his lap to rouse him.
I didn't want to take a shower yet, so we fucked spooning on the couch for a while, which is a nice slow way to wake up and feel good. Then he wanted me from behind again, and came in the same place, a nice hot load like a long night's sleep had replenished him. And then we made love again in the evening, a long, languid fuck, with several different positions. I figure I must have had a cup of Dad's spunk in my pussy in the last two days. It felt so nice.
And then James called up later in the evening and asked if he could come over for a quickie. Dad knew exactly why I was going downstairs; he just grinned and told me to have fun. If he had not just worn himself out, I would have invited him to watch us from a safe distance and come in after James was gone.
So James came over, said that Sveta was too busy with something (I know what: she called me and said she had worked the plug into her ass herself her first time in the afternoon, was very proud of herself, and was wearing it around the house) and wouldn't mind anyway. I said I had been waiting for him because I needed someone to fuck my ass hard.
Well, James was up to the task. He was a little surprised when he pulled off my panties and saw traces of cum on my pussy. I told him it was just excitement, which I don't know if he bought, but hey, he was getting ready to fuck my ass, so why complain. He did his customary job, brought me to a nice O before filling my butthole with his cum, thick and lots of it, probably because he hasn't been fucking Sveta enough. I said as much with a laugh, and he said he was working on it. I'm not a very good influence.
So there I was, filled to the brim with cum from two of my favorite guys. Not a bad way to end a week, or start one, or whatever. It made me feel a little better about life and everything. Hope the story perks you up a little too.
I wonder if my particular brand of training deserves a montage. You know, Sveta, the young ingenue, comes to me, the trainer, because she's got a big bout coming up with a giant cock, and she knows that the cock is going to try to break her ass. So I'm gruff and earnest and tell her that maybe I could have taken a cock like that a long time ago, but not now. And then she convinces me to do it because she's really my old flame's daughter or something like that. So the music starts playing, "You've Got To Take It," by Jon Bon Jovi or something (hey, he's got to know a thing or two about anal) and at first we see Sveta straining and trying to take the smallest little plug up her ass, only she fails and lies there crying.
And then I say she'll never amount to anything, but then I remember my old trainer saying the same thing to me, so there's a little moment of softness (in this case, probably a girl-girl scene) followed by me running Sveta through a grueling training regimen, culminating with her sticking first the smallest, then bigger and bigger plugs up her ass, until she can take one without even thinking about it. And then the screen fades slowly to black, while the music fades into the distance, on a picture of the two of us standing on top of a mountain looking down, totally naked of course.
Hell, I'd buy that movie. It wouldn't be anything close to true, but I'd buy it. There ought to be more good movies made about sex. Sports movies, except about sex. I think the eighties really let us down (among other reasons) in that department.
Anyway, it's not like that at all. Sveta came over on Saturday as we had planned, we went right upstairs (because I wasn't sure when my parents would be getting back, but I didn't tell her that) and started in. And by "started in," I mean we made out. She seemed a lot less nervous, which was a good thing.
Finally, I had to stop making out, because I was afraid that otherwise I'd never get anything done. I gently bent her over the bench again, and lubed her up, then started fingering her ass. She's still really tight, but she didn't react with as much force when my finger slipped into her anus, so we're progressing. I even used my other hand to stroke her cunny, and she sighed a little, like she was enjoying it. It took me a lot less time to work up to two fingers, and she didn't seem panicky at all about it.
Then we tried three fingers. That was tough; I don't think she liked that. She bore with it as long as she could stand, but she had to ask me to take them out. So we went back to two, and I worked on her, a little more roughly than the first time, which is to say not roughly at all, but less gently, perhaps. She was actually starting to enjoy it. She put her hand back between her legs over mine and urged my fingers into her cunt. I did have to pull them out after a moment and taste her; she's just too tasty for words. If you've never tasted fresh young cunt, it's worth trying for. It's slightly sweet, I think, but hard to place. I guess either you like it or you don't.. I've always liked it; I didn't have to acquire the taste.
She finally came with my fingers in her ass, which felt unbelievable. It wasn't long, and she didn't squirt much, but she didn't panic and try to get away either. I managed to keep my fingers in her ass the whole time, and when she came down, I told her I was going to put the plug in her ass again. Her ass took it much more easily, and she didn't seem to mind the pressure on her insides. She's definitely not ready for anything but the smallest toys and the gentlest hands, but she's getting closer.
She even got up and sat gingerly on the bench; the pressure of the bench against the plug and her ass made her wince a little, but she got into it. I washed my hands and came back and told her she was very clean today, and she giggled and said that was because she had given herself three washes before she came over, and more the previous evening. She really likes the enema, I think.
I suggested that she try grinding down on her ass a little, just to see what she felt, and she tried it, slowly and carefully at first. But eventually she was shifting her weight ever so slightly up and down, with a distracted look on her face. I just had to kiss her again, and so we kissed and rolled into each other's arms. I let her kiss me all over my body, my tits and stomach and neck and hips, just all over. Then she said she wanted to try putting something in my ass, to see what it looked like.
I was ready for that; I had been planning on suggesting it at some point. And since I wanted to show some solidarity with Sveta's discomfort, I had brought my biggest buttplug up. It's really a monster; not one I use every day. In fact, I think I inherited it from Sheri. Sometimes I use it if I really want to feel stuffed, or if I'm expecting to take a huge cock in the ass (which has happened on occasion; I do plan ahead sometimes) and want to make sure I'm stretched a little.
Sveta seemed shocked by the size. I told her to start by doing what I do to her, massaging lube and fingering. I was afraid she would be squeamish about sticking her fingers in my ass; some people are, even though they have no problem when other people do it to them. But she wasn't. For all that her technique as a lesbian needs work, she gives a good massage, and her fingers lubed up my rectum fairly easily and enjoyably. She was impressed when she could get three fingers in and I wasn't even breaking a sweat. Her hands a fairly small, and my ass has stretched some since I was younger, so I wouldn't be surprised if she could get her fist in my ass. I didn't ask her to, because as I said, I don't go there. The plug was going to be big enough.
I told her to go slowly and gently, but I couldn't even really feel her pressing, so I laughed and said, "Not that slowly and gently." She worked a little harder and was pleased when the tip started to part my anal ring. I just tried to stay relaxed. When it was halfway in, almost at the thickest point, I was so close to cumming, but I didn't want to because I was afraid it would force the plug back out of my ass and ruin things. So I tried my damnedest to hold off.
But when she gave that last push and that popping feeling happened that I love so much, I had to cum. I couldn't stop myself. I reached back and fingered myself roughly as I felt the first waves hit. It was a nice medium O, and Sveta said she was so turned on by seeing my ass filled with something while I came. I know how hot it is too; seeing an ass cum on something is very sexy.
Then my parents came in the front door, which spoiled the afterglow a little. I told Sveta to wait and be quiet, threw on a robe (more for her than anything; she doesn't know that my parents don't care) and waddled downstairs. It was kind of hard to move with this plug in my ass.
I gave them both a kiss. Dad obviously wanted something more than a kiss, and he was all set to drop his pants and get it, but I said in a low voice that I had a guest upstairs. They both gave me a look, the meaning of which I'm not sure, then said they would be busy with unloading the car outside for a few minutes and went out again.
I rushed (well, waddled) back up to Sveta and told her that my parents were unloading the car and she had to sneak out right away. She asked me to pull the plug out of her ass, but I grinned as I was handing her clothes and told her she should wear it for a while, to get good and used to it. She looked a little nervous, but she giggled at that.
We sneaked out the back way. There was a very sexy bulge in the back of her pants when she bent over, but I don't think anyone was likely to notice until she got home. Then she could do her homework with it in. That was a sexy thought. We kissed as she went out the door, long and slow, and I wished she could have stayed around, because not only would I have made love to her again, but Dad could have fucked her too. But only in a fantasy land.
So you'll understand that I was incredibly wound up when I went back upstairs to say hello to my parents properly.
With all this talk about the Mormon sect in Texas, I've had some mixed feelings that I just feel like expressing. If you don't like my more cerebral jaunts, skip this. I promise, I'll bring you updates on Sveta's ass as soon as they happen.
The adults of the sect, and some of the children as well, are arguing that what they're doing is perfectly acceptable and religious. Obviously it's not acceptable to most people, otherwise no one would make a fuss about it. As far as religious, that seems pretty flimsy. I'm for religious freedom, but the day that religious freedom allows you to violate my rights in some way, that's the day you and I will have a problem. In this case, it's not my rights, but it is the rights of people that governments are supposed to protect. Non-sect members and ex-sect members are saying that the kids have been brainwashed into thinking this is the right way to live, and I guess they could be right. It's certainly not the way I want to live.
Yet at the same time, it's kind of like my situation. I mean, I was raised to think some things were acceptable that most people don't find good at all. If anyone found out about my family, while they wouldn't put me in protective custody, they would definitely lock up my parents. And they would claim, when I said that it was consensual, that it wasn't, because I had been brainwashed to think that these things were okay, when really they aren't.
I don't know how to react to that, really. I don't feel brainwashed. I certainly had exposure to other points of view. My parents were never abusive; I've never felt anything but love from them. I like to think that I made my own choices, regardless of whether or not some arbitrary rule says I was able to.
There are differences. Nothing about sex in my family is religious. Maybe it's belief-based, but frankly, what isn't? My father only married one woman. He's never tried to marry me off to an older man. He never beat me or physically abused me. The same is true for my brother and sisters. And we don't live in a compound (I've seen the video and pictures of this place, and if that's not a separatist compound, I don't know what is. It's probably a jail too) cut off from the outside world. I went to normal schools, even religious ones. I had friends over. I even like to believe, although I have no proof, that if I had not wanted to have sex, my parents wouldn't have made me. They love me. Why would they do that?
But at the same time, my father did set me up with older men. He didn't force me, or so I believe, but you might argue that I was brainwashed into doing what he wanted me to do. Since I don't always do what he wants me to do, and neither I nor any of my sisters or my mother are subservient to him, it's hard to draw a parallel there. But maybe we just think we aren't subservient. I had sex at an age when most people find the thought totally inappropriate, an age where if the government found out, my parents would be in jail. And I believe what I believe, and maybe it's because I've been brainwashed.
It's like the old dilemma: what is real? Is anything I do real, or am I living in a fantasy world in my brain. The Matrix wasn't the first thing to deal with this subject, contrary to popular belief. An extension of that: are my beliefs really my own? Are my decisions my own? Or did someone outside me influence them in a way I can't realize?
I think that if you think about that kind of thing too long, you start doing nothing. And that's not healthy. So maybe nothing is real. Isn't it better to just act like it is, until it's proven otherwise. Sure, somebody could come along with a magic pill and take you out of the dream, but who's to say whether that reality is real either. Maybe it's just a hallucination. That's why I don't take psychoactive substances, kids. They say it opens your mind, but really, all it does is make you wonder if anything is real. And then you spend all your time worried about that.
In the end, all I have to go on is the belief that I haven't been abused. Hell, if I had been abused, my father would have started fucking me back when I wanted him to, instead of waiting until he felt I was ready. And I'm sorry, there's way too much love in my family for it to be abuse. I remember my first time, not in glowing manufactured images like something that I might have made up so I wouldn't feel the pain of abuse. I remember it like it was. And until someone can prove to me that it's other than that, I'm just going to keep believe what I believe, which is that my mom and dad love me and my family, and I love them, and nothing we do is wrong or evil.
As far as the sect members, it's hard to say. On the one hand, if what the media and the government are reporting is true, then it's abuse. On the other, maybe they just misunderstand. I'm not preaching tolerance; I just wonder if our lenses haven't affected how we view these people.
That said, they're a creepy cult, and whether or not what they are doing to their children is misunderstood, they ought to be looked at very carefully. As should other cults I won't mention. And other religions. And the government.
I wish this all would go away. It makes me uncomfortable, partially because it gives me fantasies about what it must be like to be a member of the sect, and that turns me on and makes me wonder whether I'm really more screwed up than I think. I mean, how can I find the concept of underage forced sex and pregnancy and abuse to be arousing? It's my cross to bear, I guess.
Thanks for bearing with me for this. Or if you skipped it, you're not reading this anyway, so screw you for not bearing with me. Only kidding. You know I love you baby.
Just a short update.
Sveta went ahead and tried it. She called me from the bathroom, said her parents were downstairs and she was about to try to stick the plug in her ass. I told her the best thing might be to sit on it rather than trying to reach around behind herself to insert it. I don't think she used enough lube; she sounded like she was trying to pass a kidney stone or something.
She got kind of discouraged when she couldn't get it in. I told her to give it time and keep practicing. Then I told her to give herself a rinse, since she seemed to enjoy that. She liked that idea, and when she hung up I'm sure she went on to give herself multiple enemas. It's probably the closest she's gotten to being cummed in, so I can understand the thrill.
She's going to try to come over tomorrow for another session. I must confess, I'm looking forward to it too.
I don't mean to imply that she's a tightass. But she does have a very tight rectum. You knew that, just as you knew what I meant. I thought I'd make a joke. I don't think it was very funny, especially now that I've killed it.
Enough bad comedy. Sveta came over yesterday with her backpack right out of school. She told her parents she was going to work on homework at a friend's house. I sometimes wonder if we fool our parents at all. But if they suspect something, I doubt they suspect the truth, which is that their daughter was coming over to my house to practice to have her anal cherry taken. I mean, I wouldn't suspect it. She's so sweet and innocent.
I think she was a little nervous, and after recalling some anal memories of my own I can both see why and confess that I was a little nervous too. I always am, working on a new ass. She's not my first anal virgin.
She came through the front door, which was a bit of a novelty. We kissed friendly, then we kissed again more sexily, and by the time we were making out in my living room, I think a certain amount of the nervousness was forgotten.
I led her upstairs to the bathroom. This is why I'm so glad my parents are out of town; first time anal fun, even with toys, can sometimes get a little messy, and I wanted to make sure we were in an environment where that wouldn't be a problem. I don't know what I'm going to do when they come back. We'll cross that bridge when we come to it.
Anyway, we left her backpack downstairs and our clothes in the hallway and went naked into the bathroom. In this situation, I've had some people back out, get so nervous that they wind up not wanting to do anything before we even start. But Sveta either wasn't that nervous or really wanted it (I'll flatter myself that I was the reason for that, but it's probably not true); she smiled when I told her the first thing we had to do was for her to clean out a little.
I mention this over and over again, but I'm not into scat. Sveta, on the other hand, might be a little. But suffice to say that even though I'm not into scat, she looked so sexy trying her hardest to shit. Yes, I watched her going to the bathroom. I didn't watch the business end, I watched her body and face. Well, I watched the business end a little when she was pissing. Maybe another time we might explore that too. But that wasn't for today.
Once she evacuated as best she could, then we did some enemas. I let her do one on me to see what it was like, and by the second one on her, she was really enjoying it. I think I could have just kept giving her enemas all day and she would have been happy. It wouldn't have prepped her too well, but she would have enjoyed it. Which is why I'm sure she'll like anal if she gives it a chance. Anyway, she said she wished my ass had been a little dirtier so she could have seen what her enemas must have looked like. Like I said, maybe a scat fetish. I won't be able to help her much with that, but it's useful to know. The funny thing is, her ass wasn't that dirty. But anyway, drawing a curtain over this part of the proceedings.
I had laid out a few toys: my smallest butt plug (which I hardly ever used except to walk around with), a small dildo with a base (just in case kids, you should remember that, because it's embarrassing to have to show up at the emergency room and tell them you have a dildo stuck in your ass), and a slightly larger butt plug just in case. And of course the industrial-sized bottle of lube.
I showed Sveta around the toys, then bent her over the bench like my dad bends me and took a look at what I was working with. Not that I hadn't seen her anus before, but it was the first time from this angle. We're talking tight. It's the same color as her pussy, just a faint rose of color, puckered and almost too small to believe. It's like the girl never even shat in her life. Slow going.
Of course I started with lube and fingers. It began as more of a massage, just working lube into every place I could reach on her. We both enjoyed that, especially when I would dip into her juicy little cunny, almost as if by accident. I foresee a day for Sveta when all she needs to do to get fucked in the ass is cum, and then the guy can use her juice as lube. But that's far in the future.
Finally I was concentrating entirely on her little rosebud. She had relaxed to the point where it was more visible, but it was still really tight, so I settled for just pressing it and rubbing it and letting her enjoy those sensations. She reached back to diddle her clit with one hand, and it wasn't soon, but before I even got around to trying to put a finger in her, she gasped that she was going to cum. Well, ordinarily I would have gotten down and sucked her cunt until she did, because I love a face-full of juice. But in this case it seemed like that might make it more difficult to work on her ass, so I just offered assurances until she tightened up and then squirted two or three blasts into the tub. What a waste.
Still, once she came down, she relaxed a lot, which is what I usually find. If you want to fuck your lady friend in the ass, lube and then give her a good O and right after she stops tensing up, she'll be as loose as she's ever going to get. It was still an effort to press a finger into her tight pucker, and she cried out when I was only in to the first knuckle. I stopped and she twitched and her ass clenched. So I talked her through it. I mean, she was baby-butt tight. Not that I've ever had a baby butt, but that's what I'd describe it as.
With some coaching and lube and perseverance, I got my finger all the way up her butt. Then she begged me to stop. I had to work hard to keep my finger there; every once in a while her ass would try to reject me completely. I was a little afraid she was going to shit herself, despite all the cleaning we'd done. But she didn't.
It sounds a little odd, but we just stayed like that and talked. Anything to take her mind off my finger in her ass. She wasn't particularly articulate at first, but eventually I guess she got used to it and she talked. I now know her favorite movie, and what she wants to major in when she goes to college. And she knows a movie which I picked to be my favorite, since I hate that question and just needed a pat answer for everyone who asks, and what I wanted to be when I grew up.
Finally I told her to relax and started working my finger in and out. She was trying her best, poor little trooper, but it made her uncomfortable. I went as slowly as I could. Then I pulled out completely, dribbled some more lube all over, and pushed back in, a little more forcefully. She gasped but didn't scream, which I guess is a good sign. After what seemed to me to be forever (and probably to her too) I was fingering her ass properly. It grabbed my finger on the way out like a tight ass should; James is going to love fucking Sveta's ass; it's so young and tight and sexy. Hell, I might pull out a strapon and fuck her ass once he's had it first. But he will definitely have to use a condom and a bucket of lube.
I asked her if she wanted to stop, and she gasped that she did, for right now. So I pulled my finger out of her butt, got up, washed it off, and went back and comforted her a little. We kissed, and kissing turned to holding, and holding to stroking, and eventually we were full-on making out in the tub. With no water it's a bit different, but Sveta didn't seem to care.
She said she wanted to try eating me out again, and I let her. She was distracted so it didn't go as well as it might, from my point of view, but I didn't let her get discouraged, overreacted a little, and gave her some pointers. Once I'd had enough of it, I asked her if she was ready to try some more. She looked a little unsure, so I said that if she wanted, I would just eat her out and we could leave it for another day.
But she's a trooper, now that she's started. She shook her head and got up and leaned over the bench again. I told her to play with herself a little to relax her, and started in with more lube. Her ass was just as tight as if I hadn't worked for so long on it before. But she didn't react as strongly when I got a finger in her, and I was able to slip it in to the knuckle more quickly.
When I tried two, she felt that. I shushed her gently, petted her backside with my free hand, told her it was going to be okay. She was whimpering. But I worked until both my fingers were in her to the hilt, and she was gasping about how tight it was. She wasn't crying, and she wasn't saying it hurt her, but I imagine it did a little.
I told her I was going to put in the buttplug next. It's wider than two fingers but only at the base. I lubed it up and started working it into her ass. She was gasping and groaning and I imagine her face looked a lot like when she was straining to take a shit earlier. When I finally got the plug past the widest point and it slipped into her ass like a suction cup, she did cry out then. I soothed her, told her it was over, it was in.
I left her there for a moment and washed my hands again (can't be too careful, at least not at first) then came back and helped her off the bench. When she unbent it put pressure on her ass and she moaned, but I helped her up and laid her back on the bench and told her to grab her knees if she felt too tight. She was lying there with her knees pulled up, just too sexy for words. But I did feel a little bad that she was feeling so full.
She didn't seem to be interested in anything at first, even when I started stroking and licking her cunt. I was worried we'd gone too far, that she was in a lot of pain. But when I looked up at her face she was smiling a little, and she said it wasn't too bad, she just was feeling it. I asked her if she enjoyed it at all, and she said it was about half and half. Which is a little remarkable; an ass as tight as hers must have been giving her a lot of trouble with even the smallest toy in her.
I went back to licking and sucking and eventually started to taste new arousal. She let her legs lower by accident and gasped and pulled them up again, and her cunt tightened and probably her ass too, because she groaned. I just kept trying to make her feel good. Nothing fancy, mostly on her clit without a lot of pressure to make her feel tighter. I did delve my tongue into her spaces once in a while, because she's just so nice on the tongue. Tight and young and sweet; I don't deserve it, really.
Finally, after I was about to give up (and that should tell you how long it took) she gasped that she was going to cum. She sounded a little worried, like she was afraid that if she came she would rip apart. And to tell the truth, cumming with something large in your ass can be tough. I mean, when you're new, cumming with something large in your pussy can be tough. You tend to get tighter.
She did cum, a weak orgasm probably because of the pain it was causing her and nervousness. She barely spurted, which is an indication. And she was much more vocal. But when she stopped, she let her knees down completely and didn't move to pull them back up.
I got up and kissed her (she doesn't shy away from her own pussy juices on my lips and tongue, good girl) and said she was incredibly sexy and brave. She smiled weakly and said that cumming had been tough, but now she felt much better. I told her to lie still and I would get her a drink and check the time.
The time was closer to curfew than I would have liked. I didn't want her to get in trouble. But there's no use rushing these things. So I helped her raise her head to drink, and then told her she probably should go home, that we could continue some other time.
Getting the plug out was easier than I expected, but it was amazing how quickly her anus closed after it was out. I mean, I expected a little gape, but nothing like that. I sent the plug with her, along with a bottle of lube and an enema, since she enjoyed that so much, and told her she could practice if she liked. She said she would. I hope her parents don't find out.
So that was yesterday, and today I was hoping she might come over again, but she couldn't. Maybe tomorrow, before my parents get home. Or maybe some other day; we can still do it in the basement. She called late in the evening to tell me that her ass still felt a little sore and asked if that was normal. I felt so bad. I told her that it was probably fine, but if it didn't go away by morning she should let me know.
Then she called me today after she got out of school and said that I was right, that the soreness went away, and that she was going to try putting the plug in her ass that evening. The thought was sexy, but I told her to take it slow, that she didn't have to rush it. She said that she was only rushing because she wanted to be ready for James when his birthday came, which isn't too far away. I told her she could promise him that once she was ready, he could have her ass her first time, and that would be present enough. She said she would be ready. I hope she doesn't hurt herself. I told her to call me when she was trying it. She hasn't called yet, so maybe she's decided not to. We'll see.
It's going to take some work before she's ready to be fucked in the ass, but I'm looking forward to working on it, and I think so is she.
Because Sveta will soon be having her first anal insertion (maybe tomorrow, if she doesn't have too much homework) I was thinking about my first time with anal, and I realized that didn't really help. Because my brother was much younger, and his cock (sorry Mike) was pretty small, not as large as James' will be. Not only that, but we'd been fucking for a long time, whereas James and Sveta only recently started (well, recently enough).
So I've been trying to remember the first time I had a larger cock from a guy I didn't know as well in my ass. It's not quite the same, because I had done it before, but still, up until that point, everything in my butt had been pretty small.
I wish I could say that I went out and found a perfect stranger to fuck me in the ass right after my first time with Mike, but I'd be lying. For all that I enjoyed my first time, it wasn't the most comfortable thing at first, and I knew that a larger cock would be even less comfortable. Sheri told me I should find a big cock right away, but I told her a little snarkily that she hadn't, that Mom and Dad had to find one for her. I think that hurt her feelings. I should have been nicer, but it was true. She had a big cock mostly because Mom and Dad set it up with Fred.
So it took me a while. I let Mike fuck my ass all the time, but it took me a while to want to move beyond that comfort zone. Because it was really fun with Mike, not stressful or painful or anything. But eventually I did want to try something larger. I could have used a dildo or a plug or something like that, but I wanted to try a larger cock. At this point, I was hungry for older men anyway; sex with teenagers can be fun, but I really do enjoy a more experienced man, especially one who is grateful to be allowed to fuck a teen (as I was a teen at that point).
But I wasn't about to ask Mom and Dad to set me up. Dad did set me up a few times with friends of his (not that it was like he was pimping me out or anything, just that he knew I wanted a fuck and he knew these guys would be nice to me) but I didn't want to ask for this because I wanted to do something better than Sheri. Sure, I was a little jealous.
So I tried to meet older men. And when I was that young, that was pretty hard. Everyone was always so nervous about it. Which is why having Dad set me up with guys worked out so well. But anyway, I tried lots of things. I tried babysitting, and let me tell you that while some guys are really harassing, they never actually want to do anything. I know it happens, but all the guys I tried to come on to just wanted to flirt with me. Such teases. Really pissed me off. I tried to seduce guys at the pool. That worked about as well as you might expect. I did get to have a quickie with another guy a few years older than I was because I was trying to come on to his father and he thought I was coming on to him. So I said, what the hell, and fucked him. I don't remember where. I do remember he came buckets, I mean it was unreal. He must have been incredibly hard up. But it didn't get me any closer to having sex with his father, and I couldn't very well just ask him to make that clear to his dad when he left.
It seems really silly now, because frankly, there's absolutely no guarantee that an older guy is going to have a big cock anyway. I could have seduced some guy who was hung like a baby. I did try to look at bulges, but it's a lousy way to pick a large cock.
It took me a long time before I had to admit that I was licked and ask Sheri if she knew anyone who had a big cock and wanted to fuck me in the ass. She, of course, had totally forgotten all about it by that point. She was great, said she'd get me a guy as soon as possible. That's why I love Sheri: she doesn't hold a grudge. Me, I was worried about it, and she had totally forgotten our exchange.
Obviously Sheri had more luck with older guys, although she still wasn't able to get adults. But she could get guys even in college (she liked to pretend she was a coed, and she could pull it off) so she set up a sort of double date. We went to a concert with two college guys, probably freshmen. Then afterward she and her guy split off and left me and mine alone. I remember his name was Craig, although everyone seemed to call him Craigie. I didn't want to do that, and he didn't seem to like being called that.
A huge stud he wasn't. I mean, how many huge studs go out with girls who might possibly be freshmen in high school when they're in college? I wasn't a freshman in high school, but the topic never came up. I don't think he was expecting anything to happen. The fact that I was kind of nervous probably didn't help either. He took me back to his dorm room, which was something of a mess.
We were trying to make small talk, and I was starting to wonder whether it was a good idea. But I did think of Sheri, who was probably even then sucking her guy off. So I asked Craig if he wanted to make out. I was such a smooth operator: "Hey college guy, do you want to fool around?" I cringe thinking of it. He seemed pretty enthusiastic about that, so we made out on his bed. I don't think he was any more smooth than I was. Certainly his technique left a lot to be desired.
Frankly, looking back on it now, I'm not sure what the hell I was thinking, or what Sheri was thinking. I mean, this guy had probably only not been a virgin for a year or so, maybe. And he certainly wasn't an anal expert. Why was this a good idea? I don't know. I do know that I started to get pretty hot and heavy and although I still harbored some doubts in the back of my mind, I wanted a fuck, right then, even if we never made it to anal.
When I asked him if he had any condoms, his eyebrows hit the ceiling. But he tried to act cool, said there were some in the dorm (we always kept the condom supply in our kitchen when I was in college, but I don't know where these were) and he would get them. I told him I had one in my purse. Actually, I had a lot in my purse; be prepared, kids. I also had lube in my purse too, mostly in case I was somewhere with Mike and he wanted anal.
He was hard as a rock but he seemed bound and determined to make me suck him. The amusing thing was he was so much older than I was and yet I wasn't much shorter than him. He was short, I was tall. Anyway, he sat on the bed and unzipped his fly, and his cock sprang out. It was definitely bigger than Mike's, although it certainly won't make the list of big cocks in my little book. But it was an ideal cock to graduate to bigger cocks.
He lasted in my mouth about three seconds before he almost screamed that he was going to cum and grabbed my head. Guys, why do you do this? You've watched too many pornos. Gals do not generally like it without warning. But he loved spraying cum all over my face; some made it into my mouth but a lot of it got all over me. He tossed me a dirty shirt from his floor to clean up with. Classy. I shoved it away and cleaned up with my fingers and tongue, which he thought was dead sexy.
I tried to get him back to life with hands and mouth, and for a few minutes I was afraid that was it, but he did come back up after a while. Then I slipped the condom on him and got up and carefully took my clothes off. He was shocked at how young my body looked, I think, maybe having a few second thoughts. But my tits caught his attention, and then when I laid back on his bed and spread my legs and toyed with my pink pussy, it was like fish in a barrel.
He didn't have any trouble fucking, which is why I say he probably had some practice. It wasn't even bad, just not terrific. He was naked, I was naked, we kissed, he fucked me in my favorite position, I wrapped my legs around his back, and basically I decided not to worry about anal. I managed a small O before he came, and so I felt fairly satisfied with the evening (especially since I knew I could just go home and get Mike to service me properly if I wanted a cock, or Sheri and Mari if I wanted that).
We were lying wrapped in one another when the door opened and Sheri and her date walked in on us lying in bed naked and sweaty. Sheri grinned and nudged her date, who grinned back and said something to the effect that her sister must really be horny if Craigie got her into bed this fast. I guess they were expecting to come back and find us still talking. Well, maybe not Sheri.
Craig was mortified, jumped up, grabbed things to cover himself, turned beet-red. Sheri's date told him to get some clothes on and go for a walk. I was all set to do the same, because I realized the two guys were roommates and figured that Sheri and her date would want to room for a while. But she gave me a little shake of her head, so I stayed put. Craig practically ran out. Sheri scolded her date, whose name was Javi (short for Javier I assume, but no one ever called him that), for being so mean to Craig. Then she turned to me and motioned me to scoot over so she could sit down on the bed too.
It turned out that her plan all along had been for Javi to fuck me in the ass. She had fucked him before, knew he was good, had a nice cock, all that. She just had to ask him, which was why they split off. And by ask him, I mean that she had to warm him up first. I don't think she told him who I was, any more than she told Craig, but Javi didn't seem to mind at all that I looked so young.
He was the first Hispanic guy I'd even fucked. Once Sheri explained, she got up, and Javi pulled his shirt off. Sheri has very nice taste in guys; he was built. And when he dropped his pants and displayed his cock, I was a little nervous because he was built large. Much larger than Craig's had been. Sheri laughed and said that she bet I wished I had waited. I said that it didn't matter; I wanted more.
Javi didn't waste any time. "Roll over," he said with just a trace of an accent. I don't know, he might have been from Brooklyn for generations for all I know. It just was a trace. His skin was tan, his muscles taut; thinking about him is making me salivate a little. But I rolled over.
He spent some time feeling me up with lubed-up fingers, diving into my snatch and rubbing up and down my lips. It made me wet, very wet in fact. If he had been trying, he could easily have made me cum just doing that. But he was just working on me.
When he pressed the first finger into my anus I sighed with appreciation. The second finger made me a little anxious. The third, shortly thereafter, made me cum, but it was difficult to really enjoy it because I was stretched so far. He didn't do anything but keep the fingers there for a while, then he started fucking them in and out slowly, then pulling them out and pushing then back in. It felt wonderful but also kind of painful. It was like taking a monster shit, really, except it just kept going. You know how after you drop a deuce, so to speak, there's that moment when it's out and you relax? Well, there wasn't that moment.
But eventually, just like with my first time, I realized that the fact that the sensation didn't stop was actually very enjoyable. And it was then that he got up and moved to stick his cock in my ass. And he wasn't wearing a condom. My sister's poor influence. I didn't realized that, of course; I was busy working on the sensations.
The cock wasn't as thick as the fingers, but it went deeper, much deeper, and that was hard too. He went in faster than I think I will with Sveta, or James should when it's his turn. When he bottomed out I cried a little. He did leave it there and let me get used to being so full, but then he pulled out and pushed in again. It's the depth that gets you, not the stretching. The depth made it very hard. I could have dealt with him fucking my ass with his fingers, but when he went deep, it hurt, I won't lie. I've since not only gotten used to being taken deep like that, but I also enjoy the sensations, but back then, it was painful.
In the end it didn't matter. He fucked me anyway, and reached up with his hands and diddled my clit until I was cumming even with the strain of it. He wasn't a marathon, not in my tight ass, but he lasted long enough to make me appreciate not having a cock in my ass, then he came inside me. I couldn't feel that, but he stopped thrusting so quickly, grunted, and the sensation was like he was deflating inside me. He wasn't really, but any small change made it easier.
He slipped out of my ass and made to go around and feed me his cock, but Sheri intercepted him and cleaned him off. She likes doing that. Me, I'll do it, but at that point, I might have freaked out. When he was out of me I still felt like there was something inside me, and when I moved, it wasn't entirely pleasant. Sheri finished cleaning and said that we had to get going, so I awkwardly put my clothes back on and we left, with him sitting naked in a chair watching us go.
I can't say that it was the greatest experience, and if it had been my first, I might feel differently about anal. But frankly, the uncomfortableness went away within a minute or so, and I thanked Sheri. She laughed and said she hadn't been expecting me to fuck Craig. I explained what I had thought, and she laughed again and patted my ass, which didn't hurt me at all.
I guess I'm remembering this so I can work with Sveta, make her comfortable with it. James will do what I say, but there's a limit to how slow you can be. So we'll have to give her ass a workout before, so she'll be ready for him. And I don't deny that it might be uncomfortable. Hell, I've had cocks in my ass that made me uncomfortable since then. But it's only a minor discomfort if you do it right. That, at least, is my opinion.
I never saw Javi again. Sheri probably did, but she didn't mention it. And I was perfectly happy to go back to getting fucked by Mike in the ass, although I kept looking. Eventually I found other guys, my own age and older, who were also interested in anal. And of course Mike's cock got much bigger, so now him fucking my ass is much tighter than Javi. But I love every minute of it.
I did see Craig again. I felt a little sorry for him, actually, because it seemed like his roommate was playing a joke on him. So I tried to apologize. He took it pretty well, actually; I think he knew I wasn't in on the joke. He said he really enjoyed having sex with me, but wasn't sure it would be a good idea to do it again. So my estimation of him simultaneously raised and lowered. He was more mature than I gave him credit for, but he didn't want to fuck me again. But I left it at that. Not every story can have a sexy ending.
Okay, so it's probably not too hard to guess. She should have been doing her homework instead of coming over to my house. James was doing his, well, studying for his AP exam or something, since he's already accepted to college, which is about when I checked out of doing actual homework that didn't matter. But AP tests matter. Sveta, on the other hand, should have been doing hers.
She was missing him, I think, since this was the first weekend they hadn't gone out in a while. She asked if she could come over. Since I'm all alone in the house for the week, I was only too happy to oblige.
We had lunch (nothing fancy, I wasn't prepared, plus I'm not a good hostess, or so my mother and sisters tell me) and chatted. It was kind of nice to get out of the basement (as nice as that room and the things that go on down there are) and up into the real house. She confessed to me that a few times she's been tempted to fool around with someone other than James, because after all, he's got me. I said that was perfectly natural, and my only concern was making sure she didn't do anything stupid like sleep with some other guy without protection. I don't think she was expecting that; I think she expected me to tell her to be faithful. But it really isn't fair that James gets to fuck me and she's got no one else. Of course, I think she should fuck me too. But I explained that I also didn't want James to get hurt, yadda yadda, you know the drill. I don't think he'll be pleased if the two of us tell him that Sveta will be seeing someone else as well. But if she's going to (which I'm not really in favor of, because of the safety issues) she ought to tell him the score.
I don't think she's really interested in seeing someone else. I think she's just still a little jealous of me. Perfectly natural. I've told her so on multiple occasions.
Then talk drifted to James' birthday, which is fast approaching. Sveta said she wanted to get him something special. When I asked what, she giggled and blushed and said she'd like to let him have her anal cherry. I was a bit taken aback, but I guess I shouldn't have been; after all, she's seen me do it, and I've certainly talked it up to her.
I told her I was sure he'd like that, but I wasn't sure she would. Just hauling off and getting fucked in the ass for the first time with no preparation is only for porno. And I've seen enough porn where the girl doing anal, supposedly for the first time, doesn't enjoy it even for the camera to make me wonder if it's even a good idea on film. She said that was why she came over, because she was hoping I would help her get ready, like it was some kind of exercise routine or something. Well, I guess it kind of is.
I asked what she had in mind. She said she knew I had toys and other stuff, and maybe I could help her. When I finally realized that she was asking me to stick things up her ass, that kind of surprised me. I mean, it's one thing to borrow a butt plug, it's quite another to have someone else ram said butt plug up your ass.
Not that I wasn't interested. But frankly, having someone put toys up your ass for the first time is kind of intimate, and if she wasn't comfortable with us making love conventionally, I wasn't sure it was a good idea to use toys. Plus it's a first, and I don't want her first time having someone put things in her ass to be just ho-hum. I told her as much. I believe some of my exact words were, "I've never been completely intimate with you, so I don't know that I can do something which requires that level of intimacy."
She looked hurt. I wasn't trying to hurt her, but I did, although I think that's for the best. But I did feel bad anyway, best or not. We didn't talk about it any more. I could have offered to loan her a toy and some lube and give her some pointers, but I figured it was best to drop the subject.
I was all alone in the house, as I said, with nothing much to do, and she didn't seem to be in a rush to leave, so we sat on the couch and watched a movie for a while. It was something my parents rented that I just stuck in for lack of anything better to suggest, and it was pretty lousy from where I'm sitting. I think Sveta didn't enjoy it either, but she didn't look at me much.
I did put my arm around her, not suggestively, just sort of as a token of my apology or something. She didn't seem to mind. We watched in silence for a while, maybe 45 minutes or so. I was starting to really wish I had put in something else. I don't have much patience for movies my parents watch most times.
At some point she turned to me and asked, "If we... you know, were intimate, would you help me get ready for James' birthday then?"
I had to pause the movie. Oh, the internal struggle between good and evil. "I don't want to make love with you just because you need help," I said. "I mean, I want to make love with you, but not like that."
She kissed me, soft and sweet. "I'm just asking hypothetically," she said. "If we..."
"If you can't say it, I don't think you're ready," I said. I was feeling stern, but she giggled and kissed me again. It was kind of like being back with my sisters, sisterly and sexual at the same time.
"I'm ready," she said, not really looking ready.
"Ready for what?"
"I'm ready for you to fuck me, Lexi," she said, looking straight into my eyes.
Damn, I'm really weak. I mean, she was saying it because she missed James and needed sex and I was being her stand-in. She was saying it because I was subconsciously pressuring her to do it. She was saying it because she wanted to prove something. She was saying it because she wanted me to help her. She wasn't saying it because she really wanted to. But I can tell myself all those things now, when right then what went through my mind was cash register sounds and cheers. I swear, if I had a cock, I would have jumped up, pointed to it, and yelled, "Shawing!" Instead, all I did was kiss her, long and hard, pulling her body to mine. I'm so weak.
I think she was expecting us to go back to the basement, but I told her my parents were on vacation (I've become that loser who still lives with her parents and dates high schoolers, shit) and we made ourselves comfortable making out on the couch. She was wearing a light blue blouse which I quickly unbuttoned, then just as quickly removed her bra and feasted on those pretty young tits she has. I was almost like a man, so focused on getting her naked. Her shoes and jeans came off in one fell swoop, and then I mastered myself for a moment and looked at her face.
She was smiling. Not sad smile, or silly playful smile, but eager smile. I swear, that was the straw that broken the camel's back for me. If she was eager and I was about to pull off her panties, then she was okay with it.
I sat her down and let her watch as I quickly pulled my turtleneck over my head and slipped my bra off. She may never be a breast woman, but she wasn't repulsed by mine. Maybe she just wants bigger ones. I'll have to introduce her to Sheri. Crazy talk. My skirt slipped off, and although I didn't intend for it to happen, my panties went with it. They were very skimpy panties, not my usual cut. I may have inherited them from one of my sisters. I know, hand-me-down panties.
I asked her if she wanted to go first, which just confused her. I don't know what I was thinking: what the hell does "go first" mean anyway? I laughed and pulled a face and said I meant did she want me to make her cum like a broken faucet. She giggled and nodded a little nervously. But then, after all, she's had someone eat her out before. She's never eaten anyone out. That's the key: baby steps.
Once her panties were out of the way, I could see that neat little pussy I'd been waiting to taste. But I didn't want to ruin things by being any quicker than I already had been. I should have taken fifteen minutes kissing every inch of her body. I'm not a good ambassador for sexual deviancy, I guess. Of course, I seem to have a lot of repeat customers. I did tickle her belly button with my tongue to loosen her up, kiss the inside of her thighs up to her slit, then slip my hands around her hips to cradle her buttocks and spread her legs so I could see as much of her pussy as possible.
She really has a very pretty pussy. It's not as pink on the outside as mine, but inside it's pure pink. She smells like young cunt, fresh and clean and tasty. I wasted no time tasting her. When my tongue hit her lips she shivered, and I pulled my head up and told her she was beautiful.
My sister Mari would have died to be in my shoes, and I'm sure she will criticize me for being so direct. Mari can make women cum without even touching their mons. It's unreal. Me, I was hungry. I started out kissing and licking up and down, then nibbled gently around her clit. When it came out to play it was worth waiting for, very attractive, very tasty. And I played with it while I moved a hand to slip a finger into her passage.
She was tight, despite all the fucking she's been doing. Not virgin tight, but probably, it pains me to admit, tighter than I am. It was an effort to get a finger into her, and she was writhing around by the time I had my finger buried up to the knuckle in her pink, juicy hole. The writhing was accompanied by light moans, my name and various approvals, mostly. I petted inside her while I lapped at her clit.
Eventually I was able to start fingering her properly. Despite her tightness and her size (she's much shorter than I am) she has a fine deep cunt, so I was able to slip my finger in and out of her pussy easily once she got used to it. She was enjoying herself I could tell. She tasted phenomenal, reminds me why I love young cunt.
When I started working two fingers in and sucking her clit she gasped that it was so tight, and I tried my best to be as slow as possible. Once two were in she was panting and sweating a little. I think two fingers is slightly wider than James' cock, but again, I've never measured. So she was nearly as spread as she'd ever been. I started stroking her upper wall, got some good response (she must love doggy style) and kept it up. Finding the G spot isn't the cake walk the Internet would have you believe; I find that general stroking in the area is as good as I can get with a woman I haven't spent a long time with. Naturally, I can find my sisters', but Sveta and I are new at it.
Still, she moaned a lot, which I take to be a good sign. Finally, when I got pretty forceful pressing up against my other hand on her abdomen, she screamed and twitched and came with a gush.
Well, I had been waiting for it, and boy did it deliver. It was all I could do not to stop working on her and just lap up her juices. But that's the absolute worst thing you can do; even if she's screaming at you to stop, if you get a woman cumming hard, don't stop. You can be more gentle, but for God's sake don't stop. She wasn't screaming at me to stop, she was just shuddering and whimpering and every so often tensing and spurting ambrosia into my mouth. I guess it wasn't ambrosia (especially since ambrosia is a solid, according to Greek mythology), and I know some people aren't interested in lapping the stuff up, but I am. I love the taste of cunt. I might like it better than the taste of cum.
Finally I had to stop, because I was afraid if I kept her cumming she'd drain all her vital fluids and die. My face and body were covered in her juice, my hair even damp a little. She was lying there, her butt off the end of the couch, whimpering and twitching every so often. I think that orgasm made up for the fact that I hurried through the preliminaries.
I got up and got her some water. When I came back, she said weakly, "I've ruined your sofa." Little does she know. Actually, I plan on telling Dad what happened so he can take pleasure in sitting in her dried pussy juices. I reassured her that it wasn't ruined.
She seemed pretty weak, and I didn't want to push it. But after she had some water and sat up, her color returned (I mean, she wasn't pale or anything, she just looked a little out of it) and she said it was the best orgasm she'd ever had. I am tooting my own horn here. Yes, I am. Deal with it.
I said that I would be happy to stop there, maybe cuddle a little, if she wasn't up for the rest. But she said she was. Who am I to argue? A very pent-up woman in need of release, that's who. So I didn't argue. I did suggest that we move to a bed, since going down on a gal your first time can be awkward if you don't have space. She let me lead her up to my parents' room. I didn't tell her whose room it was; they have the biggest bed.
She didn't seem to quite know what to do, so I started kissing her again. We made out for a few minutes, and then I took her hand while we were still kissing and moved it down my chest, over a breast, down my stomach, and then between my legs. She'd done that before, after all. Of course, it was while James was fucking my ass, but still.
Her fingers are amateurs, but on a first time, I'm happy if they don't either stop dead or try to rip me in half. I directed her kisses down to my nipples, which she didn't seem to mind doing at all. She's a good kisser, and with a little help she can be a good tit-licker too. I just lay back and let her suckle while my hand was helping hers pet my pussy.
Eventually she moved down over my stomach and I spread my legs a little and she got between them and looked at my pussy. It's not the first time she's seen it from that angle either, but this time she was going to put her mouth on it, and I've noticed that for some people, licking juice off fingers and actually going to the source are two different things with two different hangups.
I reassured her, told her to taste her finger. She did, and if she doesn't like pussy juice, at least mine, I'll eat my hat. I think that's what got her; she's possibly not attracted to women physically in the same way I am, but I think she loves my taste.
She finally started, gingerly, putting out her tongue and dabbing my opening, which was absolutely brimming with juice. I gave her pointers. Finally she was licking box, well and truly, and I was getting pretty aroused. When she found my clit (well, not found, but laid into it) I came. I made sure to announce it, too, both for reassurance that she was doing a good job (theatrics never hurt) and to make sure she didn't stop. She wasn't able to maintain me for too long, but it was nice to cum on the face of my new teen lesbian.
She came up for air after that and said that she had been worried, but she really liked my taste. What a surprise. I told her I was flattered, then told her to try some fingers too. With fingers, she managed to get me to a second plateau, which I think really boosted her confidence. I don't plan on telling her that I'm possibly the most orgasmic woman she's likely to fuck; let her find that out later.
When I asked her to put another finger in, after she already had two, I think she was a little shocked. But she did. I'll have to teach her things, but this time was just for her, for her first. And since I had another O after that, three orgasms means she didn't do too badly anyway. But like I said, I'm easy.
I came down and stopped her, finally, and then pulled her up to me and kissed her and told her how beautiful she was again. And she asked me if now I would help her with anal. I think that pretty much tells the tale as far as motivation is concerned; I'm some kind of sex-ed whore, apparently. Oh well, I think she really did enjoy it. She certainly didn't mind when I told her to lie back and relax. I think she was expecting me to start working on her ass right then, but all I did was kiss her, long and slow, then run my tongue over all the crevices of her pretty form, down to between her legs, where I brought her to a second, almost as strong, orgasm a while after.
We went downstairs to get her a drink and clean up and get dressed again. Well, she got dressed; I stayed in the buff. She looked blissed out, but I agreed to see her again during the week to start working on anal. She looked a little ashamed after that, and said that she loved me and wanted to be with me again. I kissed her and grinned and said that was good, because working on anal would involve sex.
So there we go. I've bedded my latest conquest. And I'm going to get to play with her ass. And I'd say that, regardless of her original motivation for letting me fuck her, she'll be back for more. I say this because she called up after she was home and told me she would dream about me. I can't think of a better way to start a week (unless you think Monday is the start of the week, in which case, to end a week). We'll have to tell James. He'll be thrilled. Now we can both fuck him, or he can watch us, or both. I'm so glad this is working out.
It must have been hard for Dad when the three girls were too young. I know I've said he's not a pedo, but frankly, he's just a pedo with good impulse control. Actually, I think there are a lot of guys like that. More than people think. I think that most guys are attracted to younger women, certainly younger than themselves. I mean, it's nature; you want to pick the girl with the best chance of passing on your genes. And that means picking a younger, rather than older, woman.
But at the same time, there's no real natural reason for people to be attracted to girls who have no chance of getting pregnant, but I think a lot of guys secretly are. Maybe not as many as are attracted to young teens who are ready to bear children (physically I mean) but I think there are a lot of guys who just never act on it. Maybe they prefer women who look younger, maybe they enjoy the secret naughty thought of pedophilia, maybe they even look at toddlerkon anime or even actual child porn. But they never actually try to have sex with young girls (I'm not including young boys, because that's a whole different fetish, in my opinion).
So it's possibly sometimes a little hard for them, because they secretly desire it, but they don't feel they ever can have it. And that's probably a good thing, because as I've said, rape is rape, and really the only way most guys are ever going to have sex with a preteen girl is rape.
My dad, on the other hand, has actually experienced what these guys dream of. Multiple times, in fact. I'm talking about really young girls, not flowered yet. And then he was in a house with three young girls who were always running around naked, who knew about sex, and who he knew wanted him even before they were ready. I think it's a testament to Dad's love for us that he waited until we entered puberty. Well, also his love for Mom, who I think is responsible for that rule.
Because he certainly could have made love to Sheri after she was popped. Sheri wanted him bad. And he definitely could have had me before I bled. I'm not saying that when the girls were 4 we were all out for Dad's bones, but when we were still quite young, I know that Sheri and I would have loved to fuck Dad. So it must have been difficult for him.
And for Mari. Because once she had her first time, she was it, her and Mom. And she wasn't really sure about her sexuality at that point. I'm not saying Dad forced her into anything; he didn't. She wanted to like cock. She wanted to make Dad happy. And Dad wanted her to be happy, but I think he also wanted her. I'm sure it was hard for him not to fuck Sheri, since after all, she had already done it, it wasn't like he was breaking any rules. But he never did. He let her suck him off, I know that, but he never, as far as I know anyway, fucked her until it was time.
But Mari, he fucked her. It was like she was trying to convince herself that she enjoyed it. I remember coming upon them in the rumpus room one evening, her on her hands and knees, Daddy behind her slipping in and out of her tight passage, and since he couldn't see her face, she wasn't trying to conceal her... well, I don't want to call it revulsion, just concern. She was worried because it wasn't making her happy. I mean, she always came, and she loved Dad, but it wasn't making her happy to be fucked. It wasn't like the look she got on her face when she and Sheri and I would fool around, just sort of blissed out. It was enjoyment, but no real passion for it.
So it was hard for both of them. And for us too, because like I've said before, we were ready to fuck before they'd let us. We certainly fooled around a lot before they let us actually fuck. So Sheri and I were pent up, and Dad was having to ignore his desires, which I think were perfectly natural for him, and Mari was having to be his only outlet for his love for his daughters.
Once Sheri came of age and had her first time properly, then she got more attention, but she was never as interested in fucking Dad as I was. She just wanted to be properly introduced to fucking so she could go out and fuck other guys. Me, I wanted Dad. So when my time came, Dad finally got the daughter he wanted. I don't mean that to be nasty to my sisters; he wanted them too, but for various reasons it wasn't the same. Me, I wanted him, he wanted me, and I've always been a little girl for Daddy. I often wish he hadn't been so strong and had given in and let his daughters have him younger, because I just sometimes feel like those years when I couldn't have him, I was wasting time with him. Our love wasn't truly complete until we consummated it physically.
I'm leaving Mom out of all this because she's not a little girl, and never has been as long as Dad has known her. And he loves her too, not because she's a little girl or his daughter, but because they are in love. So just because Dad enjoys little girls doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy more mature women either. I mean, I'm not a little girl any more, and Dad and I fucked just this morning before he and Mom went on vacation for the week.
I've never asked him, but I don't think he's ever done anything bisexual, and I really don't think he's attracted to young boys. He never showed any signs of physical attraction to Mike. Mom loves Mike, but I think she's happier now that he's grown up.
And I don't know whether Dad has had any little girls since he was young himself. Besides his girls, I mean. I don't know exactly where my parents stand on sharing partners; they share, but I don't know what the rules are. Me, when I get married, I'll want to marry a guy who is okay with sharing, because I'll be okay with him sharing. But what I really want is not sharing outside the marriage, but bringing other people, other couples, even other groups, into our bed (or our basement, or wherever we want to fuck them). And of course, I will probably want to share my family with my husband, and if possible share his family with him. I mean, if he's not interested in bisexuality and all his relatives are guys, I could see simply him sharing me with them, but you know what I mean.
It's slightly concerning to me that I find Dad fucking little girls, indeed any older person fucking a much younger person, to be such a turn-on. I'm probably just as sick as Dad, from some people's point of view. But I am what I am, and he is what he is.
I remember, as a kid, really enjoying watching Dad and Mari make love. Actually, I enjoyed watching people have sex in general. I started looking at porn when I was much too young. I'd bug Sheri to let me know when she was going to the rumpus room to suck some guy off, and she let me tag along and watch from hiding a few times. But Mari and Dad was fun, because she was so tight, watching him penetrate her was really something. I could imagine myself in her place, too, since we look more alike. Dad had to use lube to fuck Mari; his cock was so big and her little cunny was just so small. I think they've been able to put that aside now (well, as of the last time they were together) but I know she's got the tightest pussy of the three of us.
There are probably deep psychological reasons why Mari prefers Dad to take her from behind, but he enjoys that position so he wasn't complaining. He would have to hold her hips up in the air though, because she was smaller than she is now. First he'd lube up his cock, until it was huge and glistening. Dad never uses a condom with us, and any time he has to use lube, he uses baby oil rather than some latex-safe stuff. He says he used to use vegetable oil with Mom, but she claimed it gave her yeast infections. I think he liked the idea of baby oil anyway.
So he'd lube himself up, and then with his big kind hands he'd work on Mari's backside, not just lubing but massaging. Her cheeks and lower back and thighs would be glistening before he even moved his hands up to her snatch. Then he'd squeeze some lube onto his fingers and stroke her pussy from clit to base and then up and around, over her asshole (which he never fingered, but didn't seem to mind lubing). She's ticklish, like I am, so sometimes he would tickle her a little and she'd giggle, which I know drove him wild.
Then he'd be satisfied that her lips were lubed enough, and he'd start working a finger into her cunt. If she asked him, he would diddle her clit too. Sometimes she came quickly, sometimes she was so tight that his finger stretched her uncomfortably and he'd have to work harder to widen her. After he could fit two fingers in and she was dripping with lube and her own juices (although maybe less of her own juices because she wasn't as aroused by it as she wanted to be) he would lift her butt up in the air a little and let it settle down straddling his legs. Once he even let me come over and hold his cock for him. That was exciting; I was sure he was going to ask me to join in. But when he finally settled Mari so the head of his cock was where he wanted it to be, between her pussy lips, he just smiled at me and shook his head.
And then he would work his cock slowly into her tight space. Sometimes she whimpered, sometimes she cried out. As she grew more accustomed to his girth, he was able to spear her more quickly, but it was always slow. When he'd finally have his cock buried inside her as deep as he could get (and when she was young, that wasn't up to the hilt by any means) he would stay like that, just letting her get used to it, even though it wasn't the first, nor the tenth, time it had happened. She was always tight on him. I'm a little jealous of her tightness, actually, but I think it's a combination of athleticism and exercises. Me, I'm not athletic, but I work those muscles out as best I can.
Dad didn't mind being watched, but sometimes he didn't want me to play with myself while I was watching. I think it was hard for him, as I said, to watch me play with myself and not be able to do anything about it. But often he was so interested in Mari that he didn't care, or didn't notice, and I could toy with my immature pussy while they slowly worked up a rhythm. When Mari knew she was being watched, she tried to look like she was having the time of her life, and Dad probably didn't notice (or maybe he did, I don't know) but since I'd seen her actually having the time of her life, I did. Still, she didn't dislike being fucked by her Daddy, always came at least once (Mari is the least orgasmic daughter, if I'm being fucked by Dad I consider it my daughterly duty to cum at least twice, on a bad day), and didn't mind when Dad came inside her, although I know she didn't do anything with the cum, sometimes letting Sheri eat it out of her, because she just wasn't interested in cum. She never wanted to suck Dad off, and he never asked. I think she could probably count on one hand the number of times she's given a blowjob.
When Mari finally realized that she was just not interested in cock, she told Dad, I think expecting him to force her or something. But he just kissed her on the cheek and said he loved being with her, but he loved her more than that. And it's weird, but they fucked right after that; I remember because I walked in on them in our room. This was after I had been popped, and I had been looking for Dad for some loving. Mari had told us what she was thinking long before, but she was nervous about Dad. But she didn't need to be. So she and Dad stopped fucking at all, except for special occasions. And then she left, and I don't know that they've fucked since then. Maybe once or twice, but not more than that.
I won't say that I'm not happy that there's less competition for Dad's affections. But I'm glad that they didn't have a huge falling-out or anything. Although, as I mentioned earlier, I do think that Mari may feel a little hurt by it, or maybe by the fact that Mom isn't open to her advances. I know she's tried on more than one occasion. Me, I've just never tried. I'd love to fuck my mom, but I don't feel abandoned by her because she's not interested in that. I don't know that Mari feels that way either, but she's certainly tried to convert Mom, I think with the tacit approval of Dad, who would love his wife to explore some more. But Mom remains unconverted.
